Stephanie's Scheme

Alamo Preacher

  

Part Five : Practice Makes Perfect.

The rehearsal was a strange affair. Dad and Chérie were to be married in a hotel reception room. On this day however, the room wasn't prepared for a wedding, but for a lawyers convention that was taking place in the city that week. Thus, we were taking our places and rehearsing the ceremony in front of a huge banner that read "Strategies for Divorce." The irony wasn't lost on anybody, but Chérie seemed particularly annoyed at it.

"Can't they take it down?" She demanded shrilly from the reception manager. They couldn't apparently. Surely it didn't matter, this was just a rehearsal, the room would be decorated as expected on the actual day of the wedding. Chérie fumed a little, but it made sense. I was bored by the whole thing. I was a spare wheel at this shindig in any case. My Uncle Ken was to be best man. Megan, one of Chérie's ditsy friends was Maid of honour with Stephanie as back-up bridesmaid. I had some sort of title of groomsman, but it seemed kind of forced to me, an attempt to make the whole thing a family occasion when it wasn't really.

What did interest me was how Stephanie behaved around Chérie. She was an excellent actress. I knew she hated Chérie, but she could act up a storm, it was as if she loved the whole wedding idea and Chérie too. They seemed best of friends and all three laughed and giggled once the rehearsal was underway. I had to remind myself how she spoke about her when she was alone. It struck me that I perhaps ought to tell my Dad about this. My conscience pricked me. Why hadn't I mentioned this to him before? Because of the secrets Steph and I shared? Because it wouldn't do any good anyway? Because I didn't really understand what was going on? Probably all of these reasons. One thing was certain anyway. It was too late, the wedding was going to happen no matter what. A steamroller of preparations, arrangements, bouquets and invitations was rolling towards tomorrow morning and nothing would stop it now. Two hundred and fifty guests would see my Dad marry his beautiful, new, young bride at 12:30 sharp and we would become a two parent family again. My mom would not be attending the event, she hadn't even replied to the invite.

Finally, we were sufficiently coached in where to stand and our individual parts in the pageant and we were free to go. Steph was leaving with Chérie and Megan for a final dress fitting, and Dad and my uncle Ken were going to go out for a meal. I was invited to join them, but I made an excuse. I got my bike from outside the hotel and cycled off to the address that Steph had given me.

Ellen Purdue lived in an apartment in town with her Mother. I didn't know what had happened to her Dad, but he wasn't around and she had no bothers or sisters. She and Steph were pretty close. Ellen was actually a year younger than Steph., Nearer my age. She was very beautiful. There was a rumour that she'd had some sort of brief affair with the football coach. He'd left the school very suddenly during the previous term, but it was just a rumour, the kind of thing that often went around a school, especially about pretty girls. Jealousy often seemed to start these things up. I'd heard some pretty unpleasant things about Steph too in the last few years which I knew weren't true, so I dismissed the story about Ellen.

I'd only spoken to this girl a half dozen times but I'd seen and met her on many occasions, not just the memorable sleepover. She and Stephanie used to play at our house a lot when they were both younger, as we had a large garden. She'd always been fairly normal and pleasant around me, apart from that one time, Other friends of Steph's liked to tease or taunt me when I was younger or even these days, but Ellen was always kind of above that, I'd thought.

I parked my bicycle near the apartment and walked up to the lobby door. I'd never been there before. I really didn't know what to expect. Steph had just told me where to go and that Ellen was expecting me. I'd asked if I should bring anything with me and she'd just said. 'Not this time.' So here I was. I pressed the buzzer.

"Who is it?"

The voice was distorted by the intercom, but I knew it was Ellen, not her mother.

"Ken Carter."

"Hi Ken. Come on in."

The door hummed and I stepped in.

I got more nervous on the way up in the lift. The apartment building was very luxurious. It wasn't really obvious, but I could tell from the details that this was an expensive place. At the door, I checked my hair, or rather my wig, cleared my throat and knocked.

Ellen opened the door and gave me a huge smile from her pretty face.

"Ken, come in, come in." She said, holding the door open. She seemed really pleased to see me.

She was wearing slacks and a tight fitting black nylon top that hugged her slim figure and showed off her ample, curvaceous breasts to great advantage. The black slacks were made of the same material - clinging at the hips and then flaring out at the ankles. On her feet she wore black sandals, not particularly high. Her soft brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, with little silver barrettes clipped to the side of her head. He make-up was flawless, very understated, but she wore a dark red lipstick which instantly attracted the eyes to her lovely mouth. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful of Stephanie's friends, and while she was the youngest, was also probably the most mature and sophisticated.

I stepped into the apartment. It was open plan - a large living area with a kitchen area beyond a kind of screen of blond wooden shelving. Glass doors led out onto a balcony facing the rear of the building. The whole of the main part of the room was covered in a cream coloured, deep-pile carpet. A white leather curved sofa and two vast overstuffed armchairs sat around a black marble-topped circular coffee table. The walls were completely lined with white square shelves, about a foot square - some empty, some containing modern looking sculptures, lights, figurines.

Ellen let me look round in silence for moment.

"I know." She said. "Very nineteen seventy-six. I sometimes expect to meet Hugh Hefner in the kitchen, making eggs benedict in his dressing gown."

I smiled.

"It was my Dad's idea to do it like this. My mum refuses to change it, even though he walked out years ago. She says it reminds her not to ever live with a man again."

I shrugged.

"Yes, you don't want to hear about that. You're here to learn, aren't you? Now, come over here and sit down and we'll get started."

She slipped her arm through mine and placed her other hand on my shoulder, and lead me over to the sofa. We sat down together. Ellen regarded me for a moment. I wondered if I should say anything. Once again, I had no idea what Stephanie had said about me or what we were doing. I hoped I wasn't going to have to explain anything. I wouldn't know where to begin. I needn't have worried. Ellen started to talk. She seemed kind of nervous herself, but eager to get involved.

"So, Steph tells me that you're to be disguised as a girl. I wish I'd seen you dressed up, but not to worry, we've a whole week for that. I thought that this would be easier for you in your own clothes for the first time. Steph told me you'd probably be embarrassed, and I can understand that, but there's no need to be." She paused again.

"Do you remember that time, when I caught you looking at me in my nightie. I knew then that you were a sissy. It was the way you looked, like you were drinking me in, rather than thinking of fucking me. I know that look very well, believe me."

She rolled her eyes and made an expression of bored disgust then noticed me blushing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't very nice to you then was I? I called you names in front of Stephanie and the other girls. I'm sorry. I didn't really mean it then. I suppose I was kind of embarrassed myself. When I thought about it afterwards I thought were were actually kind of sweet, and when Stephanie told me about her plan, I offered to help in any way I could. You know what you're here to do right?"

"Yes." I said. "To learn how to walk, and mannerisms and stuff like that."

Ellen smiled and nodded. "Yes. Stuff like that." She giggled. "Okay, there's no need to be worried. I promise I won't tease or say anything hurtful. Just imagine that you're an actor and I'm an acting coach. Imagine you're just playing a role, nothing more."

"But I am just playing a role." I interrupted.

Ellen laughed again. "Yes. Of course you are." She said, but she didn't sound very convincing.

"Okay. Let's start. I want you to try sitting first. Men and women sit very differently, and when you're wearing a skirt you must sit in a particular way. Just stand up."

And so I did. I stood, and then sat down again, smoothing an imaginary skirt underneath me. I did it again, and at Ellen's instruction, again and again and again. Ellen moved over to sit facing me, and then moved behind me, then to the side - to see from all angles. She told me how to place my legs, and how to cross them, how to smooth the skirt properly. She fetched a hardbacked chair from the kitchen and then a swivel desk chair from a study off the main room. I stood and sat and stood and sat. It was difficult, but she was encouraging. She wanted me not just to get it right once, but to practice it and practice it and practice it. Soon, an hour had passed and then another and another and I felt I was no nearer to getting it right, and this was just the simple task of sitting down.. I despaired, and even Ellen, who had started out so keen and helpful was starting to get frustrated with me and I could hear an edge creep into her voice.

"Look, just move your knees together slightly as you allow yourself to move back. Its simple" And she demonstrated beside me for the thousandth time."

"I know, I know." I whined. "But it's easy for you, because you're a girl."

"It's nothing to do with being a girl, it's just a matter of practice. It's easy for me because I've done it like this a million times"

I shook my head. "There's more, it's the shape of your body, your clothes, your balance, all physical things."

Ellen took hold of my elbows in her hands. She had a surprisingly powerful grip. She shook me a little. "Look Ken. I have faith in you, and so does Stephanie. I won't let you fail at this. Being a girl is a mental thing. She said you would be a natural, and I still think she's right. What I want you to do now is to close your eyes."

I opened my mouth to protest but she caught me with her eyes. I looked into their blue depths and I was lost. I closed my eyes.

"Now Ken. I want you to imagine that you are a beautiful girl. Can you do that?"

I nodded.

"What colour is your hair?" She asked.

"Blonde."

"Can you see it? Is it styled."

"Yes."

"It's lovely. Now what are you wearing on your feet?"

"A pair of black sandals."

"Heels?"

"An inch."

"Nice. On your legs? Pantyhose?"

I nodded.

"Skirt or dress.?" Her voice was less harsh now, almost dreamy.

"A short black skirt, white satin blouse."

"You're lovely Ken. Now stand up for me." No hint of anger now.

Still with my eyes closed, I stood.

"Smile for me, darling." She said quietly.

I smiled, imagining my face as Stephanie had done it for me.

"Lovely, and now sit for me."

I sat. Immediately I felt her take my head in her hands and kiss me on the lips.

"Ellen!" I said, startled.

"I'm sorry." She blushed. "You just did it so well, I couldn't help it."

We were both temporarily embarrassed by our closeness to each other. It had been so unexpected that I hadn't got any immediate sexual thrill from her kiss, but now, her closeness, her heaving chest pressed against me, the smell of her perfume, her hair was intoxicating. She looked at my hair strangely. Her hands had knocked my wig slightly askew it seemed.

"It's a wig." She said. "How odd."

I pulled it back. "Yes, I presumed that Steph had explained."

She was intrigued. "No, no. She just said that she'd dressed you. I didn't realise. Will you show me."

I blushed. It was strange what was embarrassing to me and what wasn't. In truth I was kind of proud of my hair. I didn't want her to see it plastered flat and shapeless on my head from the wig.

"Do you have any setting lotion, or wax?" I asked, shyly.

She beamed at me. "Yes. Would you like to put it up for me. I'd like that .I'll tell you what. Let's take a break, now that you've got it. You go in and fix your hair and I'll get us a snack and something to drink. Would you like that?" She asked.

I agreed and Ellen took me into her bedroom. I was in Ellen Purdue's bedroom! In fact it wasn't that exciting. Much like Stephanie's only neater - no lingerie tossed around the bed unfortunately. She showed me her hair stuff and left me there, winking at me with a smile as she went back to the kitchen.

I had all that I needed. I took off my wig and placed it carefully to one side. I picked up her brush and in ten minutes had my hair as I liked it. I peeled off the eyebrows to reveal my own thin, arched brows. I looked down at Ellen's makeup. I longed to put some on to complete the effect but knew that I wouldn't be able to approach what Stephanie had managed. In any case, I suspected it would be rude to use someone else's without permission. I got up. Again, I wondered at what I was doing here. What on earth was Ellen getting out of this. She seemed to be enjoying training me like this but I couldn't imagine how. Could it be that she enjoyed my company? I had never had a girlfriend. I'd tried, but girls made me nervous, I didn't know what they wanted. I couldn't be a jock. I got too tongue-tied to be funny. Mostly they ignored me at school. Male friends had girlfriends whom I could hang out with okay and talk to. It had occurred to me before, that this was because they were unavailable and thus I didn't feel the need to pretend to be anything but myself when I was around them, so it worked out okay, I could even be cool sometimes. Maybe this was the same with Ellen, since I was so clearly a sissy, and therefore not a possible partner, I had no need to be nervous or put on an act, and thus became okay to be around. Could that make sense?

I walked into the living area again. Ellen was putting some coffee on the table. I walked over and she turned.

"Oh My God!" She exclaimed. "You're gorgeous."

She rushed over and dragged me over to stand under the light. She ran her fingers through my hair.

"Oh I love it. Your eyebrows are plucked so well. Who did it? Was it Stephanie? Oh your hair feels so nice. I love the shape of it. Its so clever."

She stopped suddenly, her fingers in my hair, her face next to mine. She seemed suddenly confused, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Ken. Do you mind me touching your hair." She whispered. Could she be blushing?

"That's okay Ellen. I don't mind." I said, quietly. I loved it, and especially the closeness of her. She hadn't taken her hands away, in any case. She looked into my eyes and moved her hands through my hair again. She whispered.

"I'm messing it up. I'm sorry."

But she still didn't take her hands away.

"Did you try on some makeup before?" She asked, still close up, our noses almost brushing.

"Steph put some on me before. I don't know what to put on myself. She said she'd teach me."

"Would you let me put some on you?" Asked Ellen. Her breath was short and her eyes were cast down, almost like she couldn't meet my gaze. Could she be turned on by my girlish appearance? I couldn't believe that this was some sort of act, she seemed sincere -maybe even a little confused herself.

"I'd like that." I said. She looked up at me, smiled, and, turning her head slightly to the side, kissed me on the lips. Her lips pressed against mine and I felt myself melt. I felt her tongue enter my mouth just a little way, and brush against the tip of my own. Her eyes were closed. She drew back and opened them again.

"Sorry." She said again. "I don't know what's come over me."

"I, I don't mind Ellen. "I mean I liked that. I like you." I trailed off, unsure where this was going. Suddenly Ellen laughed.

"Oh God. Look at me. I'm all embarked too." She looked at me shyly again. "So, will we put on some makeup?"

In thirty minutes I was sitting at her vanity table amazed at the transformation she had performed on me. She'd used some liquid and powder foundation, more than Stephanie had, but not a large amount by any means. She'd accented my cheeks just a little, but the real difference was to my eyes. She'd shown me how she blended colours -soft brown tones - together to add shape and depth to both my eyelid and the under eye. Also, she'd used a lot of dark pencil to accentuate, and a lot lot of mascara. I was certainly made up all right. I batted my lashes at myself in the mirror.

"What do you think?" Asked Ellen. We were both squeezed onto her padded stool at the vanity, my jeans pressed against her slacks.

"I don't know what to say Ellen. It's wonderful. I .. I ..."

"Is it better than Stephanie did?" She asked conspiratorially, as if we were sharing a secret from my sister.

"Eh, Yes." I said, unsurely. "I mean, it's different. She was looking for a more everyday look." I explained.

"Yeah. This is tarty, but fun isn't it?" Ellen dabbed some more mascara onto herself. She'd been adding more to herself as she did me.

"Tell me about you and your sister?" Said Ellen suddenly. "What is that?"

"What do you mean? She's my sister."

"Well, I mean, how do you feel about her. Be honest now." She said.

I thought. I didn't know what to say. I was terrified to say the wrong thing. I wanted to be with Ellen more than anything. I was scared I might freak her out, make her despise me somehow.

"I honestly don't know. Ellen." I said. As I did so, I realised the truth was probably the best option.

"I mean, she's my sister, and I love her. But she's, like you know, really special. She's so clever and grown-up. I don't know what all this is about, but I know I have to try and help her. I know she probably has my own best interests at heart. Does that make me a sap?"

Ellen put her arm around me, and kissed me on the cheek.

"No it doesn't. I know what you mean about Steph. She's like, on another plane from most people. She's so totally focused. I can tell you that she does love you though, Ken. She worries that you might be gay. I mean not that that would be bad in itself, but she worries that you might repress it and become unhappy."

I looked at her in the mirror in amazement. "I'm not gay." I shook my head. "I mean, you mightn't believe that, but I know I'm not gay. I mean, I know how it looks here, but ..."

She was giving me a look in return that said I didn't have to protest any more.

"You know, people say she's a lesbian." Said Ellen.

"I know, I've heard that too, but I know it isn't true. She has Greg, and I know she sleeps with him.

"Yeah? Have you like, seen them together."

"No, well, not really. I've seen them in her car and he stayed really late one night that Dad was out, and I could hear them downstairs. Anyway, she's had other boyfriends before and like anyway. She's never had a girlfriend, so it's obvious. People just say mean things to upset people, especially people like Steph."

"People say I'm gay too." Said Ellen quietly.

"But you're not." I said.

"No? Look at us". Said Ellen quietly.

"But I'm a man. I may have makeup on, but I'm still a man, and I'm not gay."

I became confused at whether that helped my point or not. Ellen laughed at my confused expression in the mirror.

"Oh Ken. You look like you're doing long division in your head. What does it matter? I love you as you are, what difference does it make what people call you or me or us?"

She stopped suddenly, her hand going to her mouth of it's own accord, as she realised what she had said.

I looked at her directly. She had a tube of lipstick in her hand. I was about to speak but she lifted the lipstick and before I could get a word out she expertly smeared it over my lips. She mimed the action of mashing my lips together, and while I did that she put a generous amount on herself.

"Have you heard the expression 'Lipstick Lesbians' Ken? Do you know what it means?"

"Not butch? No dungarees and boots?" I said.

"Yes. No combats." She laughed again. "I can't believe Steph has taken to wearing them, and those army boots."

She got up and sat back on the bed, patting beside herself to indicate I should move too.

"The stool is too small." She said. "Let me see what I've created."

I sat beside her.

"Put your arms around me Ken." She said quietly. I did so. We were very close again.

"You are so very beautiful." She said, and then we were kissing again. Our lips slid over each other. Her scent filled my head. It was wonderful, like being enveloped in the softest, smoothest cloth all over. I could feel her press her breasts against me, her hands running through my hair again. I just pulled her close, tight to me.

"Oh! I wondered what it would be like, and now I know." She said, when we broke, leaning back to look into each others eyes. "What are you thinking Ken?"

"I'm still confused Ellen. I'm not sure what you want." I said. "I love this, being with you. I think I'm falling in love with you, or maybe I already was and didn't know it, but I mean, you go out with guys, and I know, like I'm..."

"They're assholes. All of them." Said Ellen emphatically. "I've been with girls too, but I dunno. It doesn't really matter, I know I just want you, Ken, whatever you are, and I want you like this, it doesn't have to be explained does it? Is this what you want?" She sounded concerned and confused too. In answer I just kissed her again. It was easier, said more than I could, and I wanted to so very much.

We kissed and whispered to each other, it was wonderful, but I was getting very aroused, more that I had ever been. As we'd been kissing, Ellen had been getting more and more squirmy in my arms, her breath shorter.

"Oh God Ken, this is nuts." She said. "Look. My mom will be home in an hour and a half, and we really should practice more. I promised Stephanie I wouldn't mess about."

I shook my head to try and clear it.

"Okay. We could stop. I mean we're going to be together again, this week, right." I was frustrated, upset, but I didn't want to push things, I wasn't even sure where 'things' were going.

Suddenly Ellen was on me again.

"Oh, fuck stopping!" You're right, we've got all week. We'll make up time. We've an hour and half before Mom gets here. Do you want to get into bed with me?"

"Oh Jesus Ellen."

"Do I move too fast? Normally I have to hold boys back. I'm all in a mess here Ken. What do you want to do?"

I just kissed her again. "What do I really want?" I tried to get a hold of myself. "I want to make you come Ellen." I said surprising myself with my own frankness. "That's what I want. I know if I try to get inside you I'll just come myself immediately, but I could go down on you, I'd like that. That's what I really want."

Ellen took hold of my head in her hands and kissed me so hard that I thought even my lips would be bruised. Her tongue snaked around my mouth like she wanted to be in every part of it at once. She released me and I saw a look of pure animal lust had overtaken her.

"That's just the right answer, baby." She said, jumping to her feet and tearing off her slacks and her top, flinging her bra accross the room. Her now free breasts bounced wildly as she scampered over to her bureau and flung it open. She grabbed something from it and quickly put it on over her head. She sprang back onto the bed and grabbed me, pulling me up and onto her.

"Kick your shoes off." She whispered and and I struggled to get them off as I clambered after to lie beside her, both still on top of the coverlet.

"Now, honey bunch. My lovely, sexy Ken. How do you like your Ellen now?" And she indicated what she was wearing. It was the same nylon baby-doll that had so caught my attention before."

"Jesus, Ellen." I breathed. This was so far beyond what I'd expected that I could hardly believe this was happening.

She moved my head down to her chest, and sliding one strap away she freed a soft mound and nipple for me. I fell on it like I was dying of hunger.

"Gently, gently tiger." She cooed and she coaxed and coached me how to suck on one and then the other nipple, swirling them, pressing them, pinching the nipples with her fingers and then with mine. I lay half on top of her, and she ground herself against my still clothed body as her excitement mounted. She told me in no uncertain terms how much she was enjoying this, and how we would do it again and again.

"Oh God Ken, that is so good. Now, Ken now. I'm ready now, and I lifted myself from her and, leaning back, pulled off her panties. She was shaved, her pink lips just lightly stubbled. I put my hands on her breasts and lowered myself to her pussy. The smell was strong but not unpleasant. I didn't know where to start so I just licked at her slit and it opened like a flower, revealing the nub of her clit. I licked it, sucked it between my lips and I felt her moan. Ellen's legs were splayed on either side of me and she was propped on her pillows and headboard.

"Ken Ken, look at me." I heard her say, and I looked up at her, along the length of her body, to where her wonderful, beautiful face was framed between the parted mounds of her breasts. Seeing my eyes look up at her like this must have pleased her enormously as she seemed to begin her orgasm almost immediately. I tried to keep watching her as I licked and sucked her, marveling at how these waves of pleasure could be caused by me. As she came, she lost her voice, her breath coming in shallower and shallower gasps, but she mouthed. 'I love you, I love you, I love you.' to me over and over and over again, until eventually she was spent and she pulled me up to her, planting kisses on my lips, my cheeks.

"Oh Ken, you're raw. I'm sorry, I didn't shave, I didn't think it would come to this. I didn't hope. She lay beside me and I put my arms around her. If I was still confused about her or me or anything I just didn't care any more.

"Now I know it." I said, out loud.

"Know what?"

"Steph said that I would know my heart's desire when I saw it. It's you here, like this."

Steph spoke. "I told her that day that I wanted you. She said she was disgusted. She said you were horrible, that you stole her panties. I'd never heard of anyone who actually did that. I thought it was just something boys said about other boys to put them down. I thought it was kind of sweet that you did that. If she was my sister I'd have stolen her panties too. Stephanie thought I was mad, but she never teased me about it. I tried to get you to notice me, but I think.." She lifted her head off my chest to look into my face. "This is going to sound conceited but I think it's true. You were intimidated."

I nodded and she put her head back on my chest and continued.

"Only the assholes aren't intimidated." She sighed. "I still wondered about you, and then Steph. told me about her plan to get you to spy on Chérie, so I wanted to get involved and I bugged her until she came up with this. I'm not doing a very good job so far though. You sat like a girl once and then I drag you into my bed."

"But."

"Okay, onto my bed then."

"No, I mean, Spy on Chérie? I'm going to spy on a lawyer called Field."

Ellen sat straight up again, her hands covering her mouth.

"Oh fuck! She warned me, she warned me. Please Ken, don't say anything to Steph. Please, she thinks I'm an idiot anyway and she'll make me stop seeing you. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Can you forget I said that? Anyway, I don't really understand what she's doing anyway and I'm probably wrong anyway. Oh I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz."

I pulled her to me and she kissed me. "Stop. Stop. Stop." I said. "I've forgotten already. I don't know anything either. Stephanie will explain eventually, I'm sure."

She kissed me, and then again, more passionately. I felt her hand go to my trousers and unzip my fly. I put my hand on hers. She gave me a quizzical look. I bit my lip.

"I'm not sure."

She pushed me back.

"I'm sure". She said firmly, and she unbuckled my pants and pulled out my engorged cock into the cool air of her bedroom. She sat astride my legs and gave me a huge smile, one hand gripping me firmly, while the other shrugged off the babydoll's straps.

"I've never done this before, but I want to for you." She said and she leant down and enfolded me between her breasts. She giggled and bobbed them up and down around me. It was wonderful, warm, and the very definition of softness between them.

"Oh Ellen." I said.

She winked at me.

"Look at me." She said and, without breaking eye contact, opened her lips and swallowed me into her mouth. Immediately I closed my eyes and threw back my head at the sense of the wonderful, hot, wet sensation enfolding me. Suddenly I felt cold air on my cock again. I looked back. She gave me a look of admonishment, head on one side.

"Look at me." And she enfolded me again, sucking me all the way into her mouth and then back to just a hard suck on the end and then all the way in again. I gasped.

"Oh Ellen."

It was hard not to clench my eyes, to keep her gaze, but she never looked away. It was incredible, I could feel my charge building inside, I felt my hair stand on end as it approached, at the knowledge that I was about to shoot my come into Ellen's mouth. She sensed my impending end and released me, holding me in her hand and gently pulling on me. The charge slowed its advance, paused, began to recede. She was only just playing with me, not enough to make me come. At first, I thought she just didn't realise this, but then when I saw her smile, I knew she was toying with me. She indicated her bedside clock with her eyes.

"We still have half an hour." She enfolded me in her breasts again, and smiling at me all the while, moved them over my cock for several long, sensuous minutes before laughing again and sucking me deep into her throat a second time.

On the third time she somehow indicated to me with her eyes that this was it and I felt the charge rise beyond my capacity to hold it back and I spasmed, once, twice, twisting and pumping into her mouth. She swallowed and gulped my come into her, and smiling at me all the while as if we'd shared a particularly funny blue joke, finally released me, kissing my cock and tucking it back into my shorts and buckling my jeans, while I gasped for breath. She clambered on top of me, hitching her straps back up onto her shoulders.

"Did you like that my lovely sissy?" She asked.

"Oh fuck, yes." I replied. "What do we do now?"

She sighed and laid her head on my chest..

"Well, we curse the fact that we have no time. Then, you go and get your wig and your eyebrows back on and I get back into my clothes. Then we get out copies of Romeo and Juliet which I have told my Mom we are both going to try for parts in, in next term's school play and then we practice sitting some more until my Mom gets home. You say 'Hi' to her, look like a nice boy for her daughter to be going out with, and then we say our good-byes as if we're just innocent teenage sweethearts and you go home and pine for me until Sunday when I call round to your house and we have to be good again because Stephanie will be there and she'll want to see progress goddammit or else she'll train you herself and I won't get to see you because I'm an idiot slut with designs on her brother."

"Sunday? Why not tomorrow?"

"Because, you idiot, tomorrow you're going to a wedding."

  

Part Six : Bells

Nobody ever says a wedding is a horrible affair. It's an occasion of unrelenting niceness and positive vibes. After a while the endless platitudes begin to sound like everyone is trying to convince themselves that it is really lovely and end up overcompensating. I hadn't been to any weddings that I was old enough to appreciate before my Dad and Cheire's - maybe they are all like theirs was. Maybe it was just me, maybe it was Steph's cynicism rubbing off, maybe I was just growing up, but I thought it was all rather strained.

For a start, while there wasn't any antipathy between the two sides, my Dad's family and friends, were sort of apart from, and distinct from Chérie's. Chérie's side were all friends of Chérie's, no family. They were all under thirty. All of them. Steph pointed out to me at one point that while they all seemed to know her fairly well, no-one seemed to have known her for longer than two years. 'Where are all her old friends?' She wondered. That was all she said during the wedding itself and that was just whispered to me when we had a dance together for my aunt Karen to take some pictures of. Aunt Karen thought we were still pre-teens and probably always would. For the rest of the day Steph was a model Bridesmaid. I think Dad cried when he danced with her. At the end, Chérie deliberately tried to throw her the bouquet but she stepped aside and the maid of honour, Megan caught it instead. Much laughter.

Dad allowed me to drink a couple of beers. So did Uncle Ken. I could have gotten really drunk, but I didn't. I was on planet Ellen. I needed no further stimulants. Steph hadn't asked me about the visit. I hadn't seen her when I'd got home and when I tried to talk to her about it, she just said "Tomorrow.'"

I could wait to talk to Steph. I couldn't wait to see Ellen. When I'd lain awake in bed the night before, marveling at my amazing good luck in finding her, I decided that I had enjoyed going down on her more than her giving me the blowjob, and I'd actually enjoyed just kissing her even more than that. I wanted her to be near me. I wanted her to take me in her arms and kiss me. I was like a dreamy schoolgirl. I know because that's what my Uncle Ken told me I was like at the wedding meal. Steph agreed.

"Who's the lucky guy who has you in such a spin?" Teased Ken. I tried to deny there was anything going on but they didn't believe me.

"Shape up." Steph said, meaningfully, and I pulled myself together until my Dad and Chérie got into the limo to take them to the airport and then, on to the Maldives.

Ken had ordered a taxi to take Steph and I home from the hotel. In an early draft of the wedding arrangements plan,Uncle Ken and Aunt Karen were to stay with us 'To watch the house, not you kids.' - according to Dad. Stephanie had vetoed that proposal from the outset,and would brook no opposition from Dad. As a result we would have two weeks of looking after ourselves.

"As if we don't look after ourselves all the time anyway." Stephanie had said.

When the Taxi deposited us back at our dark front gate again, it was raining pretty heavily. Steph's ridiculous Bridesmaid dress was very long. She had a little haversack with various things in it, her pink bridesmaid's shoes, her purse, that kind of thing. ("Fucking dresses never have any fucking pockets. Where are fucking Bridesmaids supposed to fucking keep their fucking keys.") I took the bag from Steph and she hitched up her skirt so it wouldn't trail in the mud of the driveway.

"Jesus living Christ. What a fucking day." Said Steph through her teeth as she gingerly stepped up the drive. I think all the forced niceness had backed up all her usual bile and general anger. Today had probably been the longest ever time that Steph had forced a smile to show on her face in her whole life. Six hours of saccharine-laced conversation and mindless cooing had nearly broken her.

"Do you want me to run up to the house and get an umbrella and come back." I offered. It was coming down pretty heavily.

"Oh, don't be such a fucking doormat Ken." Snapped Steph. "It's raining on you too. You don't have to be such a fucking martyr gentleman pansy all the fucking time."

"Jesus Steph. There's no need for that. I was just concerned about your dress."

"Fuck the dress." Screamed Steph and she dropped the skirts in the mud, grabbed the bag out of my hand and started to march to the house, but the skirt dragged in the mud and became waterlogged in the puddles so quickly that it got caught under her feet and she stepped on it, tripped and fell, sprawling on the wet and muddy drive, cursing and swearing as she went down. I ran to help her but she was thrashing and rolling around on the ground so much and so furiously that I held back, not wanting to get a kick or a punch.

"Fuck, Shit. Fuck, Bollocks, Cunt, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" She yelled.

I realised she was tearing the dress off herself, not even bothering to try to unzip it. It was as if she hated it so much that she wanted to destroy it. She ripped it apart and stepped out of it, kicking the sodden, filthy rag that it had become as soon as she was back on her feet. She stood there on the muddy drive in her sneakers and her wet pantyhose and bra, gasping.

She was still whispering "Shit, Fuck. Fucking piece of shit." when she started to laugh. She looked up into the night sky and threw back her head and laughed. She seemed a little out of control. Maybe on the edge of going a little crazy. I took off my jacket and put it around her. I picked up the bag and the torn, filthy dress and we walked to the door and I unlocked it with her keys. She was still laughing when we got inside. She sat down at the dining table and I went up to get her some towels. When I returned she was sitting at the table but she'd fetched a bottle of vodka from somewhere and two glasses. I put the towel around her shoulders and she poured the drinks.

"Sit down, little brother, and we'll toast our Dad's new bride."

I didn't know what to make of her mood, but I sat down and picked up my glass. She clinked hers against mine and knocked it back. I did the same. We both coughed and sputtered much the same amount as the fiery liquid hit our throats. Steph poured another couple but didn't pick hers up yet.

"Before we go any further. I oughta tell 'ya. Greg's coming over this evening, so be prepared to make yourself scarce."

I groaned inwardly. She didn't look too happy about his visit herself.

"Why tonight Steph?" I asked.

Steph made a 'Humph' noise. "Never mind that. What about you and my sapphic friend? Is the lovely, but confused Ellen all that you desire?"

I bristled a little at this.

"What do you mean Steph? Yes, I love her but what do you mean confused."

Stephanie snorted derisively.

"Love! You two?" She relented a little, she held up her hands, palms to me. "Okay, okay, maybe you're meant for each other, she certainly seems to think so." She gave me a look of concern for a moment.

"Just don't let her hurt you Ken. She's a very loving girl, but she's kind of needy too. She's just the sort of person that breaks people's hearts. In a nice way, but she'd do it all the same, even without any malice."

Then she added. "Not like some other people we could mention."

I suspected that she was referring to Chérie. She lifted her drink to me and waited till I clinked my glass against hers. We knocked them back again. I could feel myself getting drunk.

"Aaaaah." Said Steph. She leaned closer.

"So, did you two, like, eh, do it?" She asked.

I wondered if I should tell her.

"Well, what difference would it make if we didn't or did?" I asked.

"None to me really. But I'm warning you Ken. Don't end up so caught up in sniffing her sweet little pussy that you forget what you're supposed to be learning. If you're not walking talking, opening doors and sucking cock like a good little girl by this time next week I'll personally kick you in the balls until you are, okay?"

I recoiled from her.

"Oh don't be such a wuss Ken. Just don't fuck it up." She said.

"I am not going to suck cock!" I exclaimed, just as the doorbell went.

"Okay, okay, you're not going to suck cock. Now, scarper quickly and no eavesdropping on us. I don't want him to know you're here."

Back in my room I kicked off my shoes and lay on my bed, the room slowly turning around my spinning head. I opened my desk and took out my dictionary. It was a very concise dictionary. "Saphhism. n. Lesbianism."

Had Steph. and Ellen been together? I grew an erection at the image of them in each others embrace. I groaned with a little self-loathing when I thought of how much the image turned me on. Then it occurred to me. She was my girlfriend. A beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, who loved me. Okay, she loved me in a special kind of way but it was a big advance from frustrated teenager. I was a healthy heterosexual male with a loving female partner.

Downstairs the muffled words had turned to raised voices. I opened my bedroom door and listened.

Steph was saying "Look, Yes, I did it deliberately, but it had nothing to do with you. It has to do with me, with shit you don't understand."

Greg sounded hurt and confused, and also angry.

"You say that, but look how it seems to me. I say that I like the idea of you in your pink bridesmaid's dress, that it turns me on. Something I don't feel I ought to be ashamed of, whatever anyone says. I love you. I think you're really sexy. I want to make love to you while you're wearing sexy things. That's pretty normal I think. It's not totally 'PC' but it's not as if I'm some sort of chauvinist caveman either. It was just a harmless suggestion. Do you say. 'Sorry, Gregg, I don't want to do that.' No. But I'd have been okay with that if you had. Do you say, 'I'd rather destroy that dress than have you fuck me in it.' No. Instead, you say - 'Fine'. You say - 'Great'. You say - 'Call over after the wedding. We'll have the place to ourselves and I'll be wearing it.' I call over and you've fucking shredded it and you're sitting here in your underwear getting drunk. Who's glass is that by the way?"

"My brother's you suspicious bastard, and I don't have to explain myself to you or anybody."

She sounded really upset. I wondered if I should go down and try to explain.

She went on. "This is just like the time with the red fucking underwear. 'Where is it? Where is it?' I told you I gave it away to the charity shop by mistake but I can see you don't believe me. And now you're telling me that I ripped up this stupid dress just to fucking make some idiot fucking point to you? Why can't you just hold me? Tell me you love me? Can't you see I'm upset."

I could hear the tears in her voice. I was just getting up to go downstairs and confront him when I realised it had gone quiet. I could just make out muffled words. What was going on? I snuck nearer the top of the stairs. I could see into the open side of the room from the top. They'd moved to the sofa, I could see he'd taken her in his arms. Maybe he wasn't such an insensitive idiot after all. I could just make out their words. I should have stopped watching and listening then, but I didn't.

Greg had fetched the towels that I'd brought down earlier and he was drying her hair gently. I couldn't make out what he was saying but I guessed her was apologizing and reassuring her. She was still crying and crying hard. I couldn't say when the last time that I'd seen my sister cry. It was a long time, but she was certainly letting herself go now. She sobbed and sobbed, the tears rolling down her face and soaking Greg's shirt. She cried without holding back and without a word, just holding on to him, her arm around his neck, her face pressed into his chest. After what seemed like forever she calmed down a bit and I could make out what he was saying.

"I do believe you honey, and I did believe you about the red set. I'm sorry. Can we start again please. Please stop crying, Stephanie. Please."

She snuffled and sniffed a bit and wiped her nose on the towel and then blew her nose on it and then threw it away with a still-snuffly laugh. She'd finished the worst of her crying though.

More words too soft to hear. Then Stephanie said more loudly. "Another set?"

He was nodding nervously. Stephanie seemed surprised but not annoyed. "You're worse than my brother." She said. Greg frowned.

"What about you brother? He buys you lingerie?"

"No you dummy. Oh never mind." Said Steph. "Look, I'm sorry I ruined the dress. Maybe I can make it up to you though." She giggled and moved onto the floor, kneeling facing him.

For obvious reasons I didn't want to see this, and I snuck back into my own room. I got undressed and put on one of Steph's longer cream-coloured slips that she'd given me. It could double as a nightgown. I lay in bed and stroked myself though the soft material. I thought about the wedding. I thought about Chérie. She had been absolutely stunning in her wedding dress. Despite what anyone might have thought about the match between my Dad and this woman, every man in the room considered him a lucky, lucky bastard to be facing the prospect of spending even just two weeks with her. She glowed with beauty, and the wedding dress suited her perfectly. It had a scalloped neckline forming a rampart over her soft white breasts. The waist-hugging corset-like top, the flowing silk skirts molding themselves to the shape of her legs as she walked, danced, posed for laughing photographs. A thought struck me. The car that brought them to the airport had dropped them home here first. They would have picked up their holiday luggage and changed for the flight. Her dress was here. Maybe her underclothes too. Could I take a look? How obvious would it be if I moved something? I resolved to take a look, but if was put away too neatly then I wouldn't disturb anything. If, however, it was thrown around, as I suspected it would be - in their haste to catch their flight, then maybe I might investigate further.

I crept out of bed and onto the landing again. I didn't peek downstairs, but headed for my Dad's bedroom. I turned on a light. The dress was laid out on the bed, not particularly neatly. It wasn't folded. Beside it, was a white basque. I went weak at the sight of it. Stephanie didn't have anything like this. I picked it up. It had only half-full bra cups. Was this what she'd worn today under the dress? Possibly. Under the basque was a pair of white creamy panties, and, over in the corner of the room I could see balled up nylons. Her stockings. I had to decide whether I would 'borrow' these now or wait or not at all ... Fuck! Steph and Greg were coming upstairs! I dived for the light switch. They'd see me from the corridor. As I turned off the light and closed the door I could hear hear voices. They had paused on the landing. She was persuading him to come with her, but he was nervous.

"Yes, I'm sure it's a good idea Greg. She's halfway to the Maldives by now, and she won't be back for two weeks. This will be better than fucking me in that stupid pink blancmange, believe me. It's a gorgeous white wedding dress with a fitted topless basque. You will cream in your jeans when you see me in it. And yes I do want to do it in their bed. It's bigger than mine."

They were coming in here! There was no way out! I dived into the walk-in closet!

I was in and almost had the door closed when they came in and turned on the full lights. The sliding door was still open almost a full inch. I froze. They didn't notice the gap.

I held my breath in the dark of the closet, not daring to put my eye to the crack.

As expected, Greg was impressed with the dress. From the sounds of his breathing, all resistance faded when she put on the basque. Soon they were moaning together.

"Do you like this Greg. Wanna fuck me in it , huh?"

"Oh yeah honey."

"What about the dress, huh. Wanna feel up the innocent bride in her slutty wedding dress. Huh? Do you. Does this do it for you Greg. Do you wanna fuck the virgin whore? Do you want to come in her not so creamy white pussy?

"Jesus yes honey. I want to fuck you in the dress baby."

Greg sounded like he'd agree to anything at this stage, but I wondered if he really understood what she was saying. I think it passed over his head .In truth it kind-of passed over mine too but I knew Stephanie was letting something show here. If she caught me listening I would be in deep, bad trouble, but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. I peeked. I had a view of one half of the room, including just the bottom half of the bed. She was putting on the dress over her head, still wearing the basque. She had a pair of white stockings already on. Her own? Where had they come from? The basque shaped, and presented her breasts in the most erotic way. The silky dress fell about her, revealing and concealing at the same time, it fit her almost as it had done Chérie. They were almost the same size and shape. She posed for Greg, who I could not see, lying on the bed. She began lifting the skirt, showing her stockinged legs beneath.

"You like this, Honey? Nice girl or nasty? Both or neither? Is this what you want?"

She lifted the skirt at the front and came around to him, showing him her pussy, then dropped it again and turned, lifting it at the back, showing her ass and her stockinged legs and the tuft of hair between her legs.

"This is what you want, isn't it? The virgin as a slut, the slut as a virgin? Come on honey, fuck me in my virginal finery."

And suddenly her was behind her, pulling the skirt aside, turning her and pressing her against the side of the bed so that she faced me, directly across the bed. In the split second before he penetrated her, I thought she saw me watching through the crack in the closet door. She looked straight at me with the faintest smile on her face and then her eyes closed as he slid into her from behind and I pulled my face from the crack in the door. She couldn't have seen me! She would have had to have known exactly the gap to look, and anyway, if she'd seen me she'd have cried out or at least shown some surprise and anyway I wouldn't now be listening to her getting fucked, and fucked hard.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me! Deflower me! Yes. Oh that's so good, Greg honey."

I tried not to listen. But of course it was impossible not to. I tried not to let my hands slip to my own cock as I listened to them fuck. Tried not to look again, but of course I did, sneaking peeks, and then away again. She always seemed to be looking at the gap in the door, despite the pounding he was giving her. But of course, she was positioned directly opposite so that was natural enough to look straight ahead and she didn't seem to see me. It must have been just too dark in here.

I came as she came, spurting into the slip, hearing her cries as Greg moved powerfully inside her. As I heard them both subside and whisper to each other I prayed that they wouldn't stay and sleep in here.

"Let's go back to my room." I heard Steph say. "I need to clean up a bit, and anyway, I don't really want to disturb the sheets, I'd only have to wash them." And so they were gone.

I crept back to my own room as soon as it was safe to do so. I changed the slip and got into my own bed. I was concerned for Stephanie. I hoped that Greg was good to her. As I fell asleep I resolved that I would do my best to imitate a girl as best I could for my disguise, it was the least I could do for her.

  

Part Seven

I woke before the other two and got dressed. Ellen was coming over at ten and I wanted to get my hair right, so I decide to postpone my shower until Greg was gone. I didn't think Steph would want him hanging about all day. I went downstairs and made a big breakfast for us all. At a quarter to nine I called up the stairs to Stepahnie that breakfast was ready if she wanted any. She and Greg came down, pretty quickly after that. Greg looked okay but Steph seemed tired. She wasn't much of a morning person. She slurped coffee and munched toast in her terry dressing gown while Greg made manly, sister's boyfriend, small-talk with me. I don't think he noticed that I'd made enough breakfast for three and therefore, must have known he was there. He wasn't that bright really.

When I'd finished I said good-bye to Greg and went back upstairs. I heard the front door open and close just as I stepped into the shower. Soon I was back in my room, wearing a skirt over some pantyhose, over black satin panties over the padding. I was carefully moussing my hair and thinking about maybe getting some barrettes like Ellen's when I heard Steph's knock.

"Come in." I called brightly.

She came in, still wearing the dressing gown and slurping coffee. Her own hair was a real mess. She slumped onto my bed and regarded her brother.

"Jesus, but you're perky this morning." She said. "I feel fucked."

I laughed and she threw my pillow at me.

"Shut up you asshole." She complained, but in a joking, halfhearted way. "I'm hung over and tired. You're lovey-doveyness is the last thing I need."

"I'm just doing what I'm told." I said. "I'm getting ready to practice being a girl as instructed."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. You just remember what I told you yesterday. I'll be checking up on you." She sprawled on my bed even further while I pulled on my shoes and put on the bra and forms.

"What do you think of Greg?" She asked suddenly, her voice quiet.

I thought.

"I dunno Steph. He's your boyfriend. I hardly know him."

She gave me a look.

"Okay. He seems to be very fond of you, but I dunno, he's hardly the sharpest knife in the drawer. I figure maybe he's a bit too, kind of, easy for you."

"Easy?"

"Well, I can't imagine him ever winning an argument with you, or even trying really. Wouldn't you like someone more your equal?"

She gave me a funny, surprised look. "What the fuck does that mean? I don't need an intellect. I just need a man!"

Now I gave her a look. She looked for a moment as if she was going to stare me down but she relented.

"Okay, I need a man who'll love me. But they're hard to find. Yes, he's no Einstein, but he cares for me in his own stupid way. I wonder if I'm good for him though. I mistreat him."

We sat in silence for a minute. I didn't know how to advise her. The very idea that I might do so would have been laughable even a few days ago.

It seemed Stephanie still thought so. "What the fuck am I doing asking you for advice anyway." She said, and then, more gently. "Do you want me to show you how to do your makeup."

"That's okay. Ellen can do it."

"Oh no she won't! If she does it then you'll end up looking like a ten-dollar whore. Let me show you."

She got up and picked through the piles of bottles and tubes that I'd piled up in front of the mirror. She sorted through them, separating out what I'd need. Then she quickly applied everything, explaining what she was doing as she did so. I concentrated as hard as I could, asking questions where I wasn't clear. It was just as well that I did, because as soon as she was done, and I looked as I had done the other day, she told me to wipe it all off again.

"I'm going to have my shower and get dressed, that should be more than enough time to get yourself fixed again. I'll be checking up on you."

She swished out once I'd cleaned it all off.

I sighed and got back to it. In the end, I think I made a pretty good job of it for a first try, though Steph still said I used too much shadow and pencil.

In the meantime, she'd got dressed in a red dress with white stockings. Very girly for her. She said she had some chores to run in town in the morning, but she'd be back later. She warned me not to forget what I looked like and not to answer the door to anyone without checking who it was. Also, she warned me again about 'Messing about' with Ellen but to remember what I was supposed to be doing. Finally she was ready to leave. Just as she started her jeep, Ellen swung her car into our drive. She hopped out and ran over to Stephanie, who wound her window down to lean out. I couldn't hear what they said, but it can't have been much. In a minute Ellen was at the back door and I let her in.

She gave me a big smile, hug and then a long lingering kiss.

"Fuck your sister." She murmured when she broke the clinch, and then. "Let me look at you, you gorgeous thing." And I gave a little twirl.

"Uh, she was right to warn me not to get carried away with you. She expects some progress by twelve and after all our time-wasting on Friday we'll have to work hard. Oh, I know it wasn't really wasted time, don't pout." She grabbed me by the hand and lead me into our sitting room.

"Okay, lets see if you can remember. Sit."

I did. She wasn't pleased, but a few more tries and she seemed happier. Then I sat again on different chairs, and then we moved on to kneeling, as if I'd dropped something and had to pick it up. She demonstrated. I copied. She corrected. I tried again. I improved, disimproved, got it wrong, became frustrated and then got it right again a hundred times, and then did it all again, and then forgot how to sit. By eleven forty-five we were both tense and irritable all over again and I was beginning to wonder if I liked this girl at all.

"Aaaah. Don't just collapse into the chair, lower yourself you lovely great lump." She almost screamed at me.

'Lovely great lump.' sounded so stupid that I laughed, and then she laughed and then we couldn't stop. She was wearing a ribbed, stretchy tan cotton dress and suntan coloured pantyhose. Her hair was tied back again in a simple ponytail. As we laughed I determined that I would not lose this girl no matter what. She came over and, still laughing, sat sideways in my lap. She kissed me, and our giggling subsided. She moved her mouth round to my ear and breathed her warm breath into it, making me shiver.

"I wanna fuck you baby." She whispered fiercely. I moaned.

"We've no time. She'll be back soon." I said, burning with desire for her but determined not to get carried away. I tried to push her off and she went reluctantly, giving me a smoldering look under her lashes.

"Okay, but you'd better get it right this time or you're going over my knees for a spanking you saucy little bitch." She threatened in her smokiest, sexiest voice.

I gulped. I didn't know if she was serious.

"Okay, now take this pen. Walk over to the armchair, drop it, pick it up, turn to me and then sit down."

I closed my eyes, concentrated on all the things I had to remember to do and not to do, opened my eyes and cleared my mind and walked through my instructions perfectly. I heard clapping from the hallway. Steph was there, shopping bags by her feet.

I curtsied and she threw something to me. I caught it. It was a packet of gum.

"Don't break your concentration now." She sang out, and, laughing, picked up her bags and went into the kitchen. "Lunch is at half past. Only good girls invited."

"That rules me out." Said Ellen beside me. "I don't feel like being good at all."

"What is it with you two Ellen?" I asked. "Are you friends, did you fall out? Is there something I should know."

Ellen became serious. "You should ask your sister." She said. "But no, we haven't fallen out. Just remember what you said about her yourself."

"What did I say?"

"That it's complicated. Now, lets try walking again. Walk away from me, and don't wiggle, let your ass wiggle itself."

At half past twelve, Stephanie came in and examined my progress. I walked, sat, knelt and turned for her. She looked serious.

"What do you think Ellen?" She asked, but before she could answer she added. "Bear in mind that this isn't a game. He has to pass, up close, in a small office."

Ellen looked cross. "I know it's not a game. Don't treat me like a child. He's good, but he needs practice. I've concentrated him on this basic stuff because in the end there's no way to learn everything. There's a million things, going up stairs, down stairs, opening doors, Jesus, even writing is probably difficult, but if he can master the basics then he can, can..."

"Extrapolate." Said Steph, nodding.

"Yes, that's it, extrapolate."

"Let's see how good you are at eating." Said Steph. "I presume you practiced eating at Ellen's the day before."

"Yes he did." Said Ellen with a smile. Thankfully Steph had already turned to go back into the kitchen so she didn't see my expression. Ellen giggled at my discomfort as we followed my sister into the kitchen. She was a minx all right.

Over lunch I extrapolated and copied as best I could. Stephanie appraised me coolly while Ellen showed me how to eat more daintily.

"Really it's basic table manners you need to learn my lad." Said Stephanie.

Ellen asked about the wedding. She wanted all the details. Steph refused to talk about it so I had to fill her in. Steph grunted while Ellen gushed girlishly over my recounting of the day. She was laying it on too thick to be sincere and I realised that she was teasing Stephanie a little by talking up the occasion.

"So did Chérie look like an absolute Angel?" She asked me, batting her eyelids exaggeratedly.

"She looked like the whore she is." Said Stephanie suddenly.

I gaped. She'd never been quite so explicit before.

"I'm sorry." Said Stephanie. "That was over the top. Let's stop talking about it please."

"I'm sorry Steph." Said Ellen, moving her hand over Steph's as she spoke.

Steph snatched her hand back and got up from the table to clear away her dishes. Ellen looked thoughtful for a moment. Steph put her dishes in the sink and then came over and stood behind Ellen, facing me. She put her hands on her shoulders and then reached down and kissed her on the cheek. Ellen reached up and put her hand over hers again. Steph put her head on Ellen's shoulder, cheek to cheek and they both looked at me.

"So, do you love him?" She asked, while looking straight at me.

"I think so." Replied Ellen with a soft smile.

"You thought you loved me too once." Said Steph.

"I do." Said Ellen quietly.

"I know." Said Steph, even more quietly, and something sad seemed to pass between them.

"Lets get back to it." Said Ellen breezily. "You're making wonderful progress Ken. Maybe you won't need to be spanked after all."

Steph snorted. "He'd love that." She said. "There's no point offering it as a punishment. It'd have to be a reward."

"Oh, I've already got his reward planned." Said Ellen, eyes twinkling.

"Hmmm. That sounds more like yours than his." Said Steph. "Okay, off you go, I'll clean up here."

We went back into the living room. Ellen glanced back at the kitchen to make sure Steph wasn't following and then put her arms around me and kissed me. "Let's extend our lunch break for ten minutes honey." She said.

I was keen. We sat down on the sofa and cuddled for a minute. Ellen pulled back.

"I want to talk to you seriously for a while." She said. "I realise this is strange, but I want you to know I really am in love with you, regardless of anything else. Do you understand?"

"Sure Ellen. I feel the same."

"Good, because, well, as you know, Steph and I have kind of always been together, you know? Even when we've had other boyfriends we've always been really close. It was always just between us, mostly, but now of course, you're her brother and well, it's all just got a bit complicated. Do you understand?"

"No." I said.

She sighed. "I suppose it isn't easy. You see, when I told Steph that I liked you she was kind of funny about it. She teased me, but there was more to it. Sisters are funny about brothers I think. I mean, I think she liked the idea of me getting together with you, but she's kind of jealous too. Of you because she feels protective of her little brother and she's always loved you in a different kind of way too, and also me, because, well, we've always loved each other, but then she can't be jealous of you because, hey, you're her brother and me, well I'm a girl and Stephanie is convinced she isn't a lesbian, even though she clearly is."

"Wow. So....."

Actually I didn't even know where to begin asking questions so I just closed my mouth again.

"You see she loves us both but she thinks she can't have us, but she wants us to be together but she's jealous too."

"Right..."

"And I'm kind of jealous too, because she seemed far too keen to push us together, and I still love her so very much that it almost feels like rejection even though I want you."

"Okay..."

"So, she's a bit fucked up, as am I. You seem to be the only sane one here."

"And I'm in a skirt."

She smiled and then she became serious again.

"Why does she hate Chérie so much?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I don't really know. I think it's because she thinks she's just after my Dad for his money. She thinks she's a golddigger, but you know, our Mom was a golddigger too. She left us and took Dad to the cleaners. If Chérie makes Dad happy, surely that's his business."

"Do you think she's jealous?"

"Of my Dad? No! I mean, like, that's sick. No way."

"Actually, I didn't mean that, but you know, you can be jealous and protective of someone's love without actually wanting them yourself sexually. It's pretty common with Fathers and Daughter, and Mothers and Sons."

"I suppose, but I still don't see it." I said.

"Well, she's been the woman of the house here for four years. It must seem like Chérie is just waltzing in to take her place. She's not that much older than Stephanie and as you say, Stephanie is really special. She wouldn't take kindly to that either."

"My Dad said much the same thing."

"Oh. So, do you think that's the reason?" She asked.

"Actually no, but let's not worry about her. Let's worry about you for a while."

"What's to worry about?"

"How do you feel about Chérie?"

"Eh, I don't know." I said, uncertainly. I wondered if she knew about the time Steph caught me in the bathroom. They seemed to share a lot of secrets.

"You must think she's hot. Anyone would. I do."

"Well, yes, I suppose so. She is going to be my Stepmom though. So that makes it kind of weird. Actually she is my stepmom already now."

"So I've no need to be jealous?"

I laughed. The idea of her having anything to be jealous about was ridiculous.

"And what about you?" She asked, fidgeting a little.

"What about me?"

"Are you going to be jealous?"

"Of you. Well, I don't know. I suppose so, every guy in school wants you..."

"Fuck every guy. I'm finished with guys except you." She gave me a pleading look.

"Stephanie." I said.

"Yes, I love her too. I'm not a lesbian, I don't think. I'm I don't know, a, a Carterian maybe. I love you but I can't say I don't want her too." A tear rolled down her face.

"It's okay, it's okay. Jesus Ellen, don't get upset. How can I judge you when I love you so much. You confuse me all the time, but I'm not going to say anything if you love my sister. It's weird but I'm not going to stop loving you."

I was trying to kiss away her tears but she kept hugging me, and crying more. It was a season for crying or something. Eventually she got her emotions under control again and we calmed down a bit. She wiped her tears and kissed me again.

"This has been more than ten minutes. " She said. "Quick, or she'll catch us." She laughed.

Soon I was walking and talking. I chewed the gum too, and then Ellen fetched a stack of books for me to carry from one end of the room to the other while I recited a poem and chewed the gum. I got into the swing of things and the time went by quickly. By three o clock I felt confident. Ellen had got bored though and was beginning to act up. She was lying on her back on the sofa, her legs leaning against the back of it, looking at me upside down.

"Oh Lord, I'm sick of this now." She said at last just as Stephanie walked in.

"No staying power Purdue, that's your problem." She said, as she strode in and sat down on the sofa beside her upside-down friend. Ellen made no attempt to move.

"Right. Let's see the monkey do his act." Said Stephanie.

I bristled at this, but tried to stay calm and unruffled. The trick to all this I'd found was to get into the right frame of mind and the feminine gestures and poise came like second nature.

"Just relax Ken." Said Ellen. "Don't let her put you off. Why don't you go over to the drinks cabinet there and fetch your sister a diet coke and then bring it back for her."

I did so, and very well I thought so too. "Madam's diet coke." I said, leaning over a little to offer it to her.

"Where should I put it down?" Asked Stephanie. "Fetch me a little table and a coaster, please."

I fetched a little nested table and put it down beside her. Then I went back to the cabinet and got a coaster. As I crossed back to the sofa, Ellen said. "Mind you don't drop that honey." And, on cue, I let it slip from my fingers, then bent at the knee to pick it up again and brought it over to my sister.

"Very good. You've both done well." Said Stephanie. "It all needs practice to make it second nature but you'll get there I'm sure. I am satisfied with your progress so far today and you may both take the rest of the day off."

Ellen snorted derisively from her ridiculous position. "Madam speaks." She said sarcastically.

"Yes, she does." Said Stephanie firmly. "And I won't have any cheek from you Purdue or you'll be the one getting the spanking rather than your pupil."

"Promises, promises." Said Ellen quietly.

There was a lengthy pause. "You always have to push it with me haven't you?" Said Steph, looking up at me with a strange light in her eyes. "How would you like to see how I spank your girlfriend Ken?" Asked Stephanie, her voice getting a little husky.

My mouth was dry. I wasn't sure how I'd like that. Stephanie reached over and pushed her hand under Ellen's clinging dress, into her crotch. She moved her hand around, feeling her through her panties and pantyhose. She kept her eyes on me all the time. I could see Ellen close her eyes at Stephanie's touch. A tremor ran through her body. It was difficult to tell her expression, because she was upside down.

"No need to ask Miss Purdue." Said Stephanie. She walked over to the windows and pulled the curtains shut. She closed the door into the corridor, even though we were alone there. She returned to the sofa and sat down again. She patted her lap with both hands.

"Come on honey. Are you shy?" She asked, coyly.

"Yes." Came the answer from Ellen. She still hadn't moved.

"Don't want to be spanked in front of your new boyfriend, is that it?"

There was a long pause. "Maybe."

"Want a cuddle instead?"

"No. Yes. Maybe"

"Look Ellen, you're going to have to sit the right way up." Said Stephanie, exasperatedly.

"Why?"

Suddenly she dived on the younger girl, her hands snaking to her sides and under her arms. Ellen shrieked in surprise and delight.

"Aaaaagh. Save me Ken" She yelled through her strangled laughter as Stephanie tickled her mercilessly. I dived over to the sofa, but instead of helping her, tickled her myself which reduced her to an even more helpless state.

"Oh fuck, stop, stop! Stop it, you pitiless bastards!" Yelled Ellen at the top of her voice, and Steph and I stopped at the same time, and Ellen lay between us, gasping and swearing at us both. She tried to right herself by throwing her legs over me and twisting round, but Stephanie caught her shoulders in her arms and she ended up lying across us both, her head in Stephanie's lap. She reached up and gently pulled Stephanie to her and they kissed. A long slow languorous kiss that spoke of many previous, similar kisses stretching back over the years of their friendship.

"When she released my sister she spoke. Her voice husky.

"I think I'm ready for my spanking now Miss. Carter." She said.

Steph looked at me and bit her lower lip. She was unsure now. I shrugged.

Ellen lifted her legs and indicated that I should move closer. I scrunched over so that I was right beside my sister. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"You'll have to learn to do this, I suppose." She said. "I dread to think what she'd be like if she didn't get her spanking regularly."

Ellen suddenly twisted around so that her head was on my thighs, and her ass on Steph's lap. She looked up at me. I reached down and kissed her. She caught hold of my hand.

Steph had lifted her friends dress to reveal her buttocks. Encased in sheer nylon over her soft cream panties.

"Ready, my love?" She asked, her palm resting on her lover's bottom.

"Yes, Stephanie." Said Ellen quietly and I saw Steph's hand rise and then smack down on her lovely ass. I saw her buttocks and her thighs ripple with the impact, felt it through her body on my lap and felt her hand grip mine tighter for a fraction of a second.

"Ooooooh." She said, clearly enjoying this enormously. It was tremendously erotic to me too, and I wondered where this would lead. I gripped her hand tighter as Stephanie spanked her again, and now the sound that broke from her was more of a moan.

"Oh God. This is the best." She gasped. "Ah, please Stephanie."

I looked to Stephanie with a little concern but she only smiled back.

"She means more, not less." She said, her hand swirling over her girlfriends buttocks and the backs of her thighs, while her other held her dress hiked up in the small of her back.

"Yes, please. Don't tease me, honey." Moaned Ellen again and Stephanie smacked her again making her wince in pleasure. I realised that it could not be actually painful for her. Stephanie's slaps were simply not hard enough, and through the pantyhose and panties it would be only a dull spank. But she loved it all the same. I stroked her face and her hair with my other hand.

"I love you Ken." She said suddenly. Steph spanked her again. She pursed her lips together with the pleasure of it. "I love Steph too."

Steph looked to me, still spanking, faster now. She rolled her eyes upwards. I felt my stomach flip.

"What a doofus." She whispered in my ear. Ellen was too lost in her own pleasure to hear.

"Fuck." I said, with relief. "I thought you meant that we should go upstairs."

"Oh yes!" shouted Ellen. "Now!" And before either of us could stop her she'd scrambled to her feet and was pulling us both up by the arms.

"No way!" Said Stephanie. "We're brother - sister here remember."

"Oh don't be such fucking minnie." Said Ellen in a voice I hadn't heard before. "You knew what you started when you started spanking me, you know how it gets me. Fuck it, you knew what you were starting when you put the two of us together. Now get upstairs with me now, and stop pretending you don't want to. Nobody says you have to fuck him. That's my job anyway."

And so, we went upstairs, the three of us. I tried not to catch Steph's eye as Ellen, panting, dragged her Carters up the stairs behind her, but I could hear her humming some sort of tune.

'Diddle ing ding ding ding ing ding ding. Diddle ing ding ding ding ing ding ding.' She went. It was only as we entered my bedroom and I realised what it was, that I turned to her.

"Shut up your Deliverance music Steph. Nobody's making you do this."

Ellen threw herself onto the bed and began to strip off her dress.

"No, you're right. Nobody but me." Said Steph and she put her arms around me and kissed me deeply.

"We'll stop short, right?" She said.

"Right." I replied, but I wondered if this was 'right'. I knew that what we were heading towards was utterly taboo, but I was prepared to put that aside. I wanted to be with Ellen and Stephanie, to share what they had, and to be part of their love for each other. They seemed so careless with each other, so casually physical. Always they had been like that, playing like cats in the garden, squealing, rolling over each other, play fighting, then, later, attending to each other's hair, makeup. They had always borrowed each other's clothes. I remembered my Mother exasperatedly trying to separate what was Ellen's and what was Stephanie's after a wash and finally giving up. I'd never been part of their friendship till now.

I kissed Stephanie back. Her mouth was soft and wet. I could taste the apple she must have been eating earlier. I felt her hands move to the hair at the back of my head and grip it tightly. She pressed herself against me. I wrapped my arms around her. I was away re of a coughing sound.

"Ahem, ahem. Aren't you two supposed to be paying attention to me? Me! Me!" Said Ellen.

She was kneeling on Steph's bed in her bra and pantyhose. We broke our kiss and both turned to her, our arms still around each other. Ellen put her head on one side. She smiled.

"Actually, I kind of like that." She said. "The two people I love most in the world, kissing. It's actually really sweet."

I let go of Stephanie and crawled onto the bed beside Ellen. Steph joined us on the other side. I pulled Ellen to me and held her for a moment.

"I don't want to me a minnie either, but are you sure about this too?" I asked

In reply. Ellen broke away from me, and keeping an eye on me, pulled Steph on top of her, and kissed her too. Steph's hair fell over them both as she kissed her and I saw Steph's hands snake around her girlfriend, pulling her to herself, crushing their breasts together. I heard Ellen moan softly. They broke their kiss slightly, their lips still together.

"I love you Ellen you know that?" Whispered Stephanie softly, kissing her on her cheeks, her forehead as she did so.

"Oh yes, honey. I've always known." Said Ellen, throwing her arms around her friend, and gripping her tightly between her spread legs from beneath her.

"Why don't you take off my jeans Ken?" Said Steph, and then they were kissing again.

I scooted down to the end of the bed, and unbuckled Steph's shoes. As soon as I had the buckle off she kicked her leg and the shoe flew across the room. I quickly undid the strap on the other, and in a moment it was gone too. I reached up, past Ellen's knees, clenched around my sister's thighs and reached around her, wriggling my hands between their soft midriffs until I found Steph's jeans top button. Ellen giggled as I got to grips with it, and then Steph lifted herself slightly. The button popped, I unzipped her jeans and, scooting back down again, I pulled them from the legs, downwards and off, leaving her in her ankle socks and panties, still on top of Ellen, her legs bare.

While I was down there, I undid my Ellen's strappy sandals too, and put them on the floor. Her legs we now between Stephanie's and I put my hands on her thighs, massaging upwards and upwards. Suddenly Steph rolled off her.

"Now you." She said and Ellen pulled me to her. I found myself lying on top of her as Steph had been and now Steph was undressing me. Ellen was much more excited. Our tongues swirled together and I felt her hands all over me. She pressed her crotch against me, looking for purchase. The stretchy fabric of her dress had rolled up her thighs and as Steph pulled off my blouse she took the opportunity to pull it off altogether.

"Phew." She said as she cast it aside. "I'm too hot."

She was panting. For a couple of seconds the three of us regarded each other, sitting on the bed. Ellen was just wearing her flesh-coloured pantyhose over her skimpy white thong. Her heaving breasts were only just covered by a little white cami top, her nipples making hard, pink peaks in the silky fabric. Steph was just wearing a pair of white cotton panties and her little ankle socks. Her breasts hung free. I was down to a pair of red nylon panties that unsuccessfully tried to contain my straining hard-on. Ellen grinned at us both.

"More spanking." She said suddenly and moved liquidly over my knees. I looked at Stephanie in surprise. She just smiled softly at me and reached over. She caressed the back of Ellen's thighs through her nylons as she wriggled into position on my lap.

"Mmmmm." I can feel your cock pressing into my side." Said Ellen. "You like this don't you?" She asked.

I gave a short laugh at the absurd obviousness of the question.

"Come on. Warm her up a bit more." Said Stephanie. She seemed flushed. I'd never really seen her like this before. 'At least not with her knowledge' I thought to myself.

Ellen was over my lap, her delicious buttocks under my palm. The shape of the soft curve of them was heightened by the trace of a sheen from the Lycra in her pantyhose. The strip of fabric of her thong was pressed between her buttocks. I was nervous about this.

"I know you're unsure, and I love you for it." Said Ellen very quietly. "But I want you to."

I spanked her, maybe a little softer than Stephanie had done. She squealed in delight. I spanked her again. Stephanie swished her palms over Ellen's ass as I lifted my hand to spank again and Steph. kissed me ever so slightly on the lips. I spanked. Ellen gasped and then moaned though her clenched teeth as my sister caressed her.

"Fuck." She gasped. "Please do me harder." I glanced at Steph. She shrugged and smiled. I spanked a little harder, enough to make Ellen's ass cheeks bounce and Stephanie clawed her fingers, digging into her girlfriend's soft flesh with her fingertips as she raked her hands over her thighs and buttocks.

"Oh Jesus. Fuck Yes. Please more." She grunted and I slapped harder. Stephanie grinned and she raked her hands all the way from the back of Ellen's calves, over her thighs, ploughing ten furrows over her buttocks and then on to her back. She gripped Ellen's cami top and pulled it over her head, I slapped again and Stephanie used one hand to massage Ellen's buttocks while the other snaked underneath her friend and Ellen gasped louder as she felt her hand on her breast, kneading, caressing.

"Is this what you want darling?" Asked Stephanie in a fierce whisper. "Are we making you feel good."

"Oh Yes. Oooooh Yes." Moaned Ellen.

"That's good, that's good." Cooed Stephanie. All the while I spanked and she massaged as Ellen writhed between us.

"Would you like to get onto your back?" Asked Steph.

"No. You." Said Ellen. But Stephanie refused.

"No. Let us work on you together Ellen." She said. "Here, flip over."

I let go of Ellen, and in one fluid movement, Stephanie rolled Ellen onto her back, thrust a pillow under the small of her back and whipped off her pantyhose and thong. Ellen sprawled, her legs thrown apart, exposing her dripping sex.

Steph. grinned at me. "Well?" She said. "Do you want me to get a chocolate bar?"

I gulped, but I had no time to hesitate. Ellen moaned impatiently.

"Oh please, Kenny. I need you so bad." And I dived my mouth to her delicious lips, sucking her clit between my teeth and driving my tongue into her, lapping and slurping at her wetness. Immediately she began to build to orgasm. Her soft thighs clamped tight on my head as I bobbed and lapped ad then just as suddenly flew apart again as she lifted her buttocks off the pillow and ground herself against me.

"Aaaah. Uh. Uh. Uuuuunnnghh." She writhed and then began rocking up and down increasing the pressure and the speed of the movement of my tongue, hard against the nub of her clit as she climbed further. I glanced upward. Steph was swirling her tongue over one nipple and then the other, tweaking and twisting with her fingertips. Ellen seemed to be totally lost, her arms alternately pulling my sister to her and then trying to get away from the wonderful sensation of her mouth on her aching nipples.

"Ffffft. Oh fuck. I love you Ken. I love you Steph. Oh please let me come. Oh please." And she began to reach her peak. Huffing her breath trough her teeth as we brought her over the edge and onto the plateau of her orgasm.

"Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh Oh Jesus, Motherfucking Christ. Yes! Oh Yes. Aaaaahhh."

She came, one hand on the back of my head pressing me to her pussy, the other crushing Stephanie to her breast.

I slowed my movement against her and finally kissed her dripping pussy, and clambered up to kiss her lips. Stephanie rolled away from her and took my head in her hands. She kissed me on the lips. "I love you too Ken." She whispered.

Ellen held the two of us in her arms as tight as she could for a moment and then, closing her eyes, proceeded to wriggle under the covers.

"I know I should return the favour for both of you, but I just feel so very tired and so very happy. I just want to get a half an hour's nap and then I'll be right as rain again."

She wriggled into a ball in the bed and was asleep within seconds.

Stephanie caught my eye. "Guilty?" She whispered.

"No." I whispered back. "I don't see anything wrong as long as we're careful."

"You do realise that nobody else would see it that way, don't you." She said, glancing at Ellen, who was definitely asleep now.

"Yes." I replied. "Steph. are you trying to warn me to keep this a secret. I'm not that stupid."

Stephanie made a 'harrumph' noise and started to disentangle herself from Ellen and myself. "Don't forget you've still got some chores to do around the house today." She said. "Maybe now would be a good time, while the little Princess here is getting her beauty sleep."

Ellen shifted slightly on the bed. I got up and threw Steph's coverlet over her and she curled up in the middle. I grabbed my clothes and quietly followed Steph out of the bedroom.

    

  

  

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