The dark-haired beauty threw the panties in the young man's face.
"Put them on, David. Be my little sister, you bitch."
David looked up at his sister. He was not her little sister, he thought. He was her brother.
But he knew that he could not fight her. He had never been able to fight her.
She stood over him. She was naked and she was standing with her hands on her hips, like some kind of warrior goddess. David was lying there on the bed and he was frozen by his fear and his shame.
"Put them on!" the dark-haired woman yelled again.
And David lifted his legs and started to pull the panties on.
When he pulled them up over his cock, he felt the softness there and he wanted to reach down and touch that softness.
But he did not dare touch it. He did not dare show his sister that he really enjoyed what she was doing to him. He winced as Libby looked down on him and said the words.
"Little sister. You are going to make a wonderful, little sister."
And David felt a delicious thrill as his cock started to harden.
CHAPTER ONE
"Okay, honey," the photographer said with a leer, "I want you to look over to the side as if you were looking at a guy and you wanted him to know that you really wanted him to fuck you."
David stood there in his pink camisole and matching slip and did just what the photographer wanted him to do.
But he still felt a little funny, a little strange, with that softness and that pinkness against his thin, male body, with the pink panties underneath the slip against his cock.
At least, the young man thought, he had learned to walk steadily in those high heels.
During this photo session, he was wearing a pair of white shoes with little straps over his feet.
And he found them very comfortable, very sexy. He liked the way that the muscles in his legs tensed when he stood in high heels.
He shook his head to let the long, dark hair fluff out and then he turned and looked at that imaginary person who was standing next to him. He gave that person a look that said, "I'd love to fuck you, baby."
And he put his hand on his hip to add to that sexiness. The photographer cackled when he did that and started snapping the photographs, snapping away as David moved his weight from one foot to the other.
"This is going to make a great album cover," he said. "You sure are one sexy, little girl."
But the photographer did not know that he was not a little girl at all. He was a guy, a nineteen-year-old guy, and he was imagining-not a man standing there next to him, but a woman.
He was giving that sexy, haughty look to his older sister, Libby. She had been the one who had gotten him into this in the first place.
That had only been six months before, and David was surprised that things had moved so quickly for him since then.
* * *
It had started one summer afternoon when David had been sitting in the extra bedroom of the apartment that his sisters rented in New York City. He had graduated high school and he had come up to visit Barbara and Libby. He had always liked Barbara, who was twenty and blonde, but, ever since he was a little boy, he had feared Libby, the dark-haired sister who was now twenty-three.
He sat there in the bedroom in his underwear and looked out the window at the gray air of the city.
He did not really like it in New York City, he thought, and he wondered why he had come here to begin with.
David was not certain why he had come. It had just seemed like the thing to do. He had graduated high school and he had no real plans for his life. He thought that he would come and visit his sisters, who were trying to make it as singers in the Big Apple.
And he had looked forward to seeing Barbara again. She had always been very nice to him.
Libby was another story, he thought, and he could hear Libby screeching out there in the living room of the apartment even at that moment. She seemed to be angry at someone.
But David remembered that Libby was always angry at someone and often that someone was him.
"That bastard said he did not want two girls in the act!" she was screaming. "He said that he had to have three!"
And then David heard Barbara's soft voice out there in the living room too.
"Why? Why three, Libby?" she asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Libby yelled. "I think it was just an excuse. He does not want to give us what we deserve as an act. He will ask for three girls and he knows that we only have two, and then he will say that he will settle for two girls if we come down on our price."
"Will we do that?" Barbara asked. "Will we work for less money?"
"Of course, we will," Libby said, disgusted with herself. David could hear that disgust in her voice from where he sat. He knew that Libby hated to be defeated in any way.
"We have to come down on the price," Libby said. "This is the break that we have been waiting for."
"If we could find a third girl very quickly," Barbara said, "then we would be able to get out break and our money too, all of the money that we want."
"Yeah, sure," Libby said. "And if we could grow wings this afternoon we could fly off to the moon."
David just sat there on the edge of the little bed in that room and wondered about his sisters.
They had been in New York for two years, and David had lost track of them, but when he had come to see them, he had immediately discovered that they had not changed at all.
Libby was still angry and forceful and Barbara was still sweet and pliant.
And David knew that they both had talent. They had started off singing in the church where their father was the minister and then they had decided that they should go for rock-and-roll and more modern music. That was when his father and their father too had thrown them out of the house, had called them harlots and Jezebels.
Now the father had even thrown David out of the house too. That had happened the night after David had graduated from high school. His father had come into the boy's bedroom and had glared at him and then he had spoken to his son with that preacher's booming voice that he used when he was really angry.
"I want that hair cut," he said. "Long hair is an abomination before the Lord."
They had been having that argument for about a year, ever since David had started to let his hair grow long and full. But his father seemed determine this time. David was out of high school now, and that seemed to make a difference in his father's attitude. David looked up at his father and ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. He had grown down to his shoulders and girls thought that he looked cute in that long hair. He had never fucked any girls at all until he had started to let his hair grow.
Now he was fucking girls regularly, high-school girls and older girls and even a couple of married women in the community.
When his hair had started to grow, they had all started to notice him, and David was certain that the girls would not want to fuck him like that if he got that hair cut. With short hair he would look just like any other thin, baby-faced, teen-ager. With the long hair, he looked exotic. One of the women that he fucked-the wife of the high school science teacher-even gave him a pet name because of his long hair. She called him "Moon Child."
David thought about all those things before he answered his father and then he shook his head.
"No," he said, "I won't cut it. I don't want to cut my hair."
That was when his father had reached into his pocket and pulled out six twenty-dollar bills.
He threw those bills at his son and spoke in that booming voice.
"That is all the money that you will get from me. Get out of my house, you abomination. I have no son any longer."
It was almost an exact replay of the scene that David had watched a few years before, when the father had thrown money at his daughters and told them that he had no daughters any longer, that they were Jezebels and whores of Babylon. He had told them to get out of the house too, and they had. They had gone to New York City. David still heard about them because Barbara continued to write their mother about their adventures in New York City. He knew where to find his sisters. So he had packed his bags that night and he had left his home and had boarded the bus to New York City.
He had arrived penniless. The bus ticket had taken all of the money that his father had thrown at him.
But Barbara opened the door of her apartment and looked at him and smiled and hugged him and he knew that she would take care of him. Libby, of course, had been angry and had asked him what he planned to do to earn his keep there. He said that he would get a job, any job, just as long as he did not have to cut his hair.
That had been two days before, and David was thinking that he should start looking for a job in the morning.
He did not really like New York City, but he knew that this place with his sisters would be the closest thing that he would have to a home for the next few months at least.
He was thinking about that, thinking about what kind of job he could get in New York City when he noticed that his sisters had gotten very quiet in the other room.
And then he jerked when Libby opened the door and stepped into the room and looked at him.
She was dressed in her leather pants and her white blouse. She looked sexy, David thought, but she looked angry too.
"Can you still sing?" she asked forcefully.
David jerked again when he heard her voice and he nodded his head.
"Are you still a tenor?" she asked.
Again, he nodded his head, and he wondered why she wanted to know such things.
Libby turned around and yelled at her younger sister.
"Barbara, get your sweet ass in here. We are going to listen to David sing."
Barbara came to the door and looked at David. The little brother looked into his sister's eyes and he could see the sadness there. He did not know what Libby had planned for him, but he knew that Barbara felt sorry for him.
He also knew that there was nothing that Barbara could do to save him from his other sister. There never had been anything that she could do to save him. He remembered all the times that she had looked at him that way before, just before Libby, in sadistic glee, would make David eat dirt and kneel before her while she slapped his face hard.
David often wondered why Libby had always been so cruel to him.
"Sing, damn you," Libby snarled at her brother.
"What do you want me to sing?"
"Anything. Anything at all. We just want to hear your voice, you piece of shit," Libby said.
And Barbara closed her eyes for a second as if she could not stand the sight of David's humiliation any longer. She had done that a lot when they were children too, had closed her eyes and had tried to block out what Libby was doing to the boy.
Then David started to sing a song that he had learned in his father's church.
He sang about a grace that saved him, even though he was a wretch and made him see, even though he had once been a blind man.
After he finished the first verse, he stopped. Libby nodded her head, and David knew that she had heard enough. The dark-haired sister turned to the blonde.
"What do you think, Barbara? Won't he do?"
"I don't think it's right, Libby," Barbara muttered. "After all, he is a male."
David did not understand what they were talking about, but he saw that both sisters looked at the bulge in his underwear, the bulge caused by his cock. David was a small and thin guy but he was very well endowed.
Then Libby took her eyes off the bulge and stepped toward David and ran her fingers through his long and dark hair.
"Look at that hair, Barbara," she said. "Just look at it. He could pass for a girl and he can sing."
"Yes, he has a nice voice," Barbara muttered.
And the blonde, weak sister started to blubber and ran from the room. David just watched her and felt very sorry for Barbara, even though he knew that he was the one who was in trouble now.
Libby still had her fingers in his long, dark hair. After Barbara was gone, the older sister pulled on that hair and jerked David up.
"Come with me, Little Brother," she said with a sneer. "We are going to see what you look like as a little sister."
"A what?" David yelled stopping and trying to fight Libby off. "I am a guy, Libby! I have fucked a lot of girls!"
When he said that, Libby took her fingers out of his hair and just stared at him.
"You have, David?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, hating himself when he heard his own voice because he thought that it sounded vaguely childish. "Lots of them. Even older women. Even married women. I have fucked married women, Libby. I am not a girl. I am a guy."
And then it happened quickly, so quickly that David was stunned.
Libby slapped his hard across the face and David winced with the heat and the pain that that blow gave to him.
"Listen, kid," she snarled. "Barbara and I need you to be a girl for our singing act. That is the way that you can earn your keep here, and you won't have to cut your hair either. This is a big break for us, and it can be a break for you too. So just shut up and come with me and try on some of my clothes. I want to see how you look."
"But, Libby, I am a guy," David protested.
When she drew back her hand to hit him again, the little brother moved away from her and lifted his hands in fear. He knew that he was a guy, that he was even stronger than Libby, but he could not fight her. She had too much will, too much power. It had always been that way with Libby, he thought. Now that she was using that power on him again, David felt like a five-year-old who had to submit to an adult's will.
"All right! All right!" he yelled. "Just don't hit me again!"
Libby smiled.
"Okay, Little Sister," she said, "come with me."
And David followed his sister into her bedroom like a whipped puppy dog.
As they went through the living room of the big apartment, David glanced at Barbara, but the blonde sister, who was still crying, turned away from him, as if she could not stand to see him so weak in front of Libby.
And David hated that weakness too, but he knew that Barbara was just as weak.
He knew that Libby had always been able to order them both around as she wanted to.
David suddenly thought of something that had happened to him when he was about eight years old. Libby had been a teen-ager by then and had discovered that she liked boys. One day, David had come home from the Saturday afternoon ball game early and had walked in on Libby and her boyfriend-it had been Butch Bishop; he remembered that now-and had seen them kissing each other on the couch. He had also seen Butch put his hand on Libby's girlish tit, and he had giggled like a child.
That giggle had surprised the two teen-agers on the couch and Libby had pushed Butch away from her and had glared at David.
"You little peeper," she said in a soft and sinister voice. "You little sneak. I will beat your ass if you tell about this. Remember that, David, I will beat your fucking ass."
David was shocked then, really shocked. He had never heard his sister use such language, and he was not sure what it had meant but he knew that she did mean it, that she would beat him if he told.
In fear, he had run into his bedroom and had fallen onto the bed and had lain there shivering.
A few minutes later, he heard the front door open and close and he knew that Butch Bishop had left.
Then the door to his bedroom opened and he looked back over his shoulder to see Libby standing there with her hairbrush in her hand. He started to jerk like a fish out of water, and he cried out to his sister.
"I won't tell, Libby! I won't tell, honest!"
"I have to make sure of that, David," she said with a chuckle. "Pull down your jeans."
"But I won't tell! You don't have to-"
"Pull your jeans down, David!" she yelled forcefully.
That had been the first time that he had really felt his sister's power over him. He shivered as he stood up and unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. He pushed them down his legs, and then Libby stepped toward him and reached out and put her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down too.
"Libby!" he shouted as he felt the air on his bare ass.
"Shut up, little brother," she hissed.
And then she pushed him forward and he fell on the bed and she sat down next to him and started to spank his bare ass, to beat him, with that hairbrush.
The pain and the heat and the shame shot through David like lightning bolts.
But he lay there and he took the beating. When his sister was finished with her spanking of his bare ass, she stood up very quickly and she gasped at him.
"Don't bother me. I am going to my room."
And then she was gone and he lay there, with his ass hot from the spanking, all alone with his shame.
He remembered that first experience with his sister's strange power as he followed her now into her bedroom. She closed the door when he was in that bedroom and looked at him.
"Take off your shorts, David," she said with a forceful tone.
And her brother hesitated, just looking at her and shivering.
"David," she said, "do you really think that I have never seen a cock before? Take them off."
And then the younger brother pushed his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them.
Libby said nothing for a second, just stared at her brother's long and meaty cock.
"You are very well-endowed, David," she said softly.
And the teen-ager felt strangely proud to hear that from Libby. It was a compliment and he did not get many compliments from her.
But he said nothing. He did not want to anger her, and he was still not sure what she was going to do to him.
She moved toward her closet and opened the doors. She kept glancing back at him as she went through the dresses that were hanging there in the closet. She seemed to be selecting one just for him, and David felt his heart race with pride as he thought that she had never really given him anything, selected anything just for him before in his life.
She pulled out a strange-looking garment, what seemed to be a pair of white panties with a top attached. She turned and held it up and looked at her little brother.
"Yes," she said, "I think that this will look just fine."
But then she put the garment down on the bed and walked toward David and put her hands on his bare shoulders. She looked down at him and David suddenly thought that she was like some kind of coach with a young athlete, and David knew that she was going to put him into training, training to be a girl.
"You do look sort of girlish," she said, running her fingers over the sides of David's face.
He did not have much of a beard. He did not have much hair on his body at all.
But he had never thought of himself as girlish. The idea angered him, but he said nothing.
He knew that Libby controlled him and that she could make him anything that she wanted him to be.
She turned David around and she pushed him gently toward the little makeup table at the side of the room.
He stumbled toward that table as he looked at his own reflection in the mirror.
He was naked and his cock was long and fat. That was not girlish, certainly, David thought.
But, as he drew closer to that table, he did see himself as a girl, as a sexy girl.
And he remembered something else from his youth, something that he had dreamed about.
When he had been a little boy, he had often wondered what was the difference between him and his sister.
Especially Barbara. He had wanted to be like Barbara. She was so sweet and so gentle, and he had often thought that he could be sweet and gentle too if he could dress like Barbara and wear nice, frilly things.
David sat down on the little stool in front of the mirror and stared at his own reflection, his own soft expression.
He knew that his sisters needed him to sing with them. He had heard that much and he knew that he had to earn his keep some way. He also knew that, if he sang with his sisters, he would not have to cut his hair.
He would do it, he thought, for Barbara. More for her than for Libby.
But it was Libby who came up behind and leaned over him and smiled as she studied his face in that mirror.
"We don't want you to wear too much makeup," she said, "just a touch. We don't want you to look like a little whore."
"No," David muttered, "we don't. We don't."
And then Libby turned her naked brother toward her, turned him so that he was sitting with his profile to that mirror. She knelt before him and she picked up the rouge and she started to work on his face. That stuff was cold on his flesh, and he winced, but then he just closed his eyes and thought of Barbara.
He wished that Barbara had been the one to put his makeup on his face. He would have liked it more then.
But Barbara was in the living room, crying, and he knew that he would have to suffer under Libby's control for Barbara. If he made a good girl, if he became the third sister in the singing act, he thought, then Barbara would be happy again, happy and pleased with him and she would also find success as a singer.
David closed his eyes and felt the sharpness on his brows. He knew that Libby was using the eyebrow pencil there.
He did not open his eyes. He wanted to wait, to wait and find out just what kind of girl he made.
He really had been hoping that he would look something like Barbara, but, when Libby turned him to face the mirror again and he opened his eyes, he saw that he looked more like his elder sister. He had dark hair just like Libby and wide, full lips, and he looked a lot like that sister with those lips painted with just a hint of red and his eyes shaped with the pencil. He just stared at himself. He did not know if he really looked like a girl or not.
Did Libby really look like a girl? He supposed that she did in some firm and sexy way.
But he looked softer than Libby, not so firm and not so forceful.
Finally, David worked up the courage to ask his sister the question.
"How do I look?"
"Very pretty?" Libby said softly. "You look very sweet, David."
And the young man shivered as he heard her say his name.
He looked into the mirror and he did not see David there, not any man at all. He saw a female, but he knew that he was still David and he did not think that that was right.
"I need a new name," he said softly. "I need a girl's name."
Libby smiled at his reflection in the mirror and nodded her head.
"Yes," she said, "you are right. You do need a new name."
There was silence for a moment as Libby looked at the boy's face in the mirror.
Then she smiled again.
"I think that you look very French, David," she said.
And the young man shivered again when she called him that.
"French," he muttered.
"Yes. I think that we should call you Danielle. Dani for short."
"Danielle. Dani," the boy muttered.
"All right?"
David-Danielle, Dani for short-knew that it was not really his decision.
Libby was the one who had the power in the family.
"All right," he said, lifting his fingers and running them through his long, dark hair.
He shook his head and let that long, wavy hair fall with a new softness to his shoulders.
And then he pursed his red lips at the mirror.
Libby giggled a little when she saw that.
"You really like it, don't you, David?" she asked.
"I don't know yet," the young man muttered truthfully.
There was something about him that was shamed by what was happening.
But there was something else that enjoyed this girl that he saw when he looked into the mirror. He saw that female as if he were some other person, some girl that he would not mind fucking at all.
And he wondered if other men would look at him when he performed with his sisters and think that they would not mind fucking his sweet cunt.
Of course, they would never be able to do that.
David did not have a sweet cunt. He had a long and sweet dick.
And he knew that even Libby would never be able to take that away from him.
He glanced up at his sister. "What now?" he asked softly.
Libby grinned at him and touched the side of his face with her hand.
"Oh, Little Sister," she said, "I think that you are eager now, aren't you?"
David blushed under his makeup and looked down at the floor for a moment.
"I don't know," he admitted. "In a way, I am."
Libby looked at him in a strange way for just a second, David thought. She kept moving her eyes back and forth from his cock to his made-up face.
And David knew that those two things did not really go together.
"Now," she said, suddenly standing up, "I have to shave your legs."
David nodded his head as Libby picked up the little feminine razor that was on the shelf. She shook her head and put the razor back down on the table. She opened a drawer and pulled out a little tube and squeezed it, putting some of the foaming substance in her hand.
Then she started to rub that substance over David's leg.
A few minutes later, when she wiped the legs over, his hair was gone. He looked down at his legs with amazement. They did look feminine, he thought, strong and sexy and feminine.
And then the younger brother, who was rapidly becoming a sister, looked up at Libby.
"Why are you so nice to me now?" he asked.
He had not even realized that he was saying it until the words were out, but it was a question that he had been wondering about for a long time.
During the last few minutes, he had felt closer to his older sister than he had ever felt before.
She had not seemed angry with him and she seemed softer too, almost as soft as he was.
She looked up at him and she closed her eyes for a moment. Then she opened them and she said, "David, you do not threaten me now."
"Threaten you?"
David had never known that his sister was threatened by anyone, least of all him.
"I used to think that it was not right," Libby said. "I was the oldest one, and I should have been the boy. That is what I used to think, and it seemed to me that you were going to grow up and overpower me in some way."
"Oh, Libby," David murmured, "I could never overpower you."
David was still not quite certain what his sister meant by the things that she said, but he knew that she was revealing things to him that she had never revealed before, that she was showing weakness and softness that she had never shown before.
And that made David like Libby much better, made him want to reach out and comfort her.
And the young man thought that, if dressing up like a girl could bring him this close to his sister, then it was worth it all.
He reached out and touched her hair, the hair that was long and dark like his own.
"I love you, Libby," he said softly.
She put her hands on his knees and looked at that long cock as she spoke softly to him.
"I love you too, David."
"Danielle," he corrected her. "Or Dani, if you prefer."
"I love you, Dani," she said.
But she kept looking at that cock even as she called him by his girl's name.
"Remember the time you spanked David?" the young man asked.
He referred to himself in the third person now because he wanted Libby to think of him not as David but as Dani.
"Yes, I remember," she said softly.
Then Libby stood up and turned her back and walked across the room.
With her back turned to her little sister-her little brother-she spoke to him.
"After I did that, I got all hot. I went into my bedroom and played with myself and I came, thinking about my brother's hot buns, thinking about his firm and sweet ass."
"Really?" David asked.
That was something that he had never thought about before, that he had never even imagined.
"Yes," Libby said, "because it made me feel good to overpower him just that once. It was like I was getting some revenge for not being born the boy."
She was shivering and David knew that Libby was hurting from all the revelations that she was making.
It was as if she were baring herself to her new girlfriend, and David-Dani-wanted to console her.
The young man got up and walked up behind his sister and put his hands on her shoulders.
He brushed back the long, dark hair and he looked at the vein that pulsed in her throat.
Before he had even thought about it, he pressed his face onto her neck and kissed that vein.
"Libby," he said, "I love you. I love you more now than ever before."
And the sister turned slowly and moved into her little brother's arms easily and the two of them kissed.
She was not wearing lipstick, but he was, and his lipstick smeared a little when they kissed.
"David," she said, "it is not right."
But she continued to stand close to him even as she denied her passion for the young man.
"I am not David," the young man said. "Think of me as Dani."
"Oh, sure," the young woman said with a sneer. "Don't think of it as incest. Think of it as lesbianism."
And then the brother and the sister looked into each other's eyes and, at the same moment, they both started to laugh.
David held his sister close to him as Libby leaned back and laughed with a loud and merry sound.
David laughed too and he thought that he had never really laughed with this sister before.
When the laughter was almost over, David released Libby and she moved back toward the bed.
The brother and the sister looked at each other and they both knew that it was going to happen.
Neither of them knew exactly why, but they both knew that they wanted to fuck that afternoon.
Libby reached out and ran her hand up and down the inside of David's thigh. The young man looked down and knew that his flesh was smooth and hairless there. But Libby was looking at the part of his body that was definitely not girlish, that part of his body that was male.
She had left the dark hair around his cock. She ran her fingers through that hair at that moment.
And David closed his eyes and sighed when his sister touched him so softly.
Libby had never touched him softly before. She had always been filled with abuse and hatred before this afternoon. But he sensed that he was too girlish now, too much like her, to really be abused.
And then something in his head exploded and he opened his eyes and looked at his sister.
No! No! No! No!
That word echoed in his head and he backed up.
He stared down at his sister and he snarled at her, "I am not a girl, Libby. I am a guy."
She just looked at him, and her eyes slowly lost their softness as he continued to protest.
"You had me for just a minute there, Libby," he said, "but I will not let you make me into a girl. You are sick, Libby. Other girls and women have enjoyed fucking me and knowing that I was a guy, a guy, a guy. A guy! Libby, I am a male! I am a man!"
But then Libby moved quickly again, moved as she had often moved before.
She jumped to her feet and circled David quickly as he turned to keep his eyes on her.
And then she hit him hard in the stomach with her fist, hit him as one man would hit another.
David bent over with the pain and Libby pushed him back onto the bed.
He fell on that soft mattress and groaned and he knew that he had been defeated yet again.
"You are a little girl, Dani," Libby snarled. I want to fuck you, you little girl, and I want fuck you because you are a little girl. I control it, Dani. Don't you ever forget that."
"No," the young man muttered, "no."
And Libby leaned over and slapped him hard across the face again.
"Yes!" she screamed.
David lay there and felt the tears streaming down his face and knew that those tears were messing his makeup. But he could not fight back. He was confused. He was not certain any longer if he was a girl or a guy.
Libby moved away from him and started to take off her clothes.
For years, she thought, she had wanted to be the boy, but this kid had been around with his cock and threatening her with that cock without even knowing it. Then, when she and Barbara had been thrown out of the house, she thought that she would finally be rid of this kid and his cock. But he had shown up there at the apartment and had moved in and had acted like he had some control over the girls who lived there.
She would make him a girl too, she thought, because she was more at home with a girl like this one.
But she would still fuck him. She sensed that something in David begged to be a girl. There had always been that softness there. She knew that he was sexually excited by the idea of dresses and panties and things like that against his body. She knew that a young man like him just had to be turned on by such a thing. And she would make sure that he was given all the sexual excitement that his little-girl heart could handle.
She stripped quickly and then she stood there naked in front of the young man who was her little brother, who was going to become her little sister.
Libby looked down on him and she remembered a man from her past, that same young man who had been kissing her the afternoon that David had walked in and caught them there.
That young man, a few years later, had become her first male slave.
Butch Bishop, she thought. Good, sweet, slave-like Butch Bishop.
When she was sixteen years old, she had fucked Butch Bishop. He had been her first boy, and then they had drifted apart for a couple of years until right after they both graduated high school.
That was when she had run into Butch Bishop again, at a party given by one of her friends.
They had seen each other before that time, but they had been running with different crowds and Libby vaguely remembered that she and Butch had had an argument about something back in those months when they were first fucking. She could no longer remember what that argument was about, and she started to talk to Butch at that party and she felt a closeness to him almost immediately, as if they had never stopped dating each other and fucking each other at all.
She had left that party with Butch Bishop and they had gone in his car up on the mountain outside of town. They had gone there without speaking about it, because they both knew that they wanted to regain something from their youth, from those earlier and more innocent days of their sex lives. They had first fucked in a car up there on that mountain, fucked with all the joy and fumbling excitement of children.
But, when they got to the mountain, Libby moved close to Butch and she soon discovered that something was different.
She was cooing to him and letting him know that she wanted him and she was running her hand over his crotch, and he was not responding. He was not getting hard at all. Finally, she stopped touching him and asked him the question.
"What is the matter, Butch? Don't I turn you on any longer?"
"Sure, Libby," he said, "but things have changed. I have learned things about myself."
"What things?"
He blushed and then he opened his mouth and let all of those things roll out of him.
After he had broken up with Libby, he had started dating Jenny Davis, the big redhead, and she had coaxed him into being her slave. At first, he had just gone along with it because he wanted to keep Jenny with him and fuck her regularly, but then he had discovered that he enjoyed being a slave to a girl. She would make him kneel in front of her and she would kick him and slap him around and she would call him names and his cock would get harder and harder. It got so that that was the only way that he could get hard, Butch explained.
And then the young man made his request. He asked Libby to treat him the same way that Jenny Davis had treated him.
At first, Libby had thought that it was just a joke, but she soon looked into Butch's eyes and she knew that he was serious.
And then something started to happen in her cunt, something started to explode down there, with lust and with passion and with wetness, and Libby knew that Jenny had been right.
Libby knew that a young man like Butch deserved to have the shit knocked out of him if that was what he wished.
When Libby slapped Butch for the first time, she felt that she had finally come home to something.
She had remembered her little brother then, remembered the wonderful anxiety that she had felt in her body when she had spanked his bare ass with that brush, and she knew that this was the kind of feeling that she had always been searching for. She made Butch strip in that car and made him lie down over her lap and she spanked him as if he were a child, as his cock got harder and her pussy got wetter and juicier.
It was a glorious feeling, the best that she had ever had.
She thought about the feeling as she stood naked over her little brother now and watched him cry.
She remembered that she had first had that inkling of a feeling with him, and now she felt that she had to complete something, a feeling that she had had with Butch and with other men since then. She moved toward her brother and she reached down and grabbed his long, dark hair and pulled him up to his feet as he bellowed with pain and fear.
She knew that this was going to be the best experience that she had ever had with a man.
And she knew that David was just the type who would enjoy it, once it got started.
She sensed that, in many ways, her little brother was just like Butch Bishop. The two males seemed forever linked in her brain in a thousand different ways.
The tears continued to roll from David's eyes as his sister snarled at him in anger.
"Little girl," she said sadistically. "I am going to make you a little girl."
"No," he whimpered.
And Libby slapped him again, boxing his ears with her hand.
"You are going to be a little girl with a little cock and I am going to use that cock to keep me satisfied," Libby snarled.
"No, please," the young man whimpered.
But his sister just yanked on his hair and put more pain and shame into his brain.
Through his tears, David glanced toward that door that led to the bedroom, and he wished that Barbara, his other sister, would show some courage just once, that she would burst into that room and tell Libby to leave him alone. But he knew that Barbara would never be able to save him. And he would never be able to save himself. He looked at Libby and he knew that he was at her mercy. And he knew too that his sister would show no mercy at all.
Libby let go of his hair, and pushed him back on the bed and gave him an order.
"All right, you little bitch," she said. "Get yourself up. Get that cock up with your hand."
David just stared up at Libby for a moment, stared at her naked body.
Then he moved his hands down his body and wrapped his fingers around his fat prick and lifted his meat up.
He started to stroke himself and, as he did that, he looked at his sister's nudity.
She was a sexy and powerful, young woman, he thought, and he remembered that she looked a lot like he did.
They were brother and sister, he thought. No, they were sisters too.
The confusion worked itself deep into his brain, but he kept his eyes on his naked sister and he tried to think of her as just another sexy girl.
As he thought about the sexiness of that naked body, those firm, full tits and that dark-haired cunt, he felt his cock growing and stiffening in his hand. He opened his lips and he moaned. Then he licked those lips and tasted the lipstick there.
And that taste, that reminded him that he was a little girl as well as a male, made him even harder.
David did not really understand what was going on at all.
It seemed that the same thing that confused him, the same thing that shamed him, also thrilled him.
He felt as if he were having his first fuck all over again. He felt like a virgin, but he felt like a virgin girl.
A virgin girl with a stiffening cock. That did not make any sense, he thought, but that was the way that he felt.
David stroked his meat and felt it lengthen and stiffen in his hand. He stared at the fat tip of the prick.
It was red and glowing with blood, and he thought that that meat did not belong there.
He had never seen it so hard before, he thought, not even when women had gone down on him.
And he looked up at his dark-haired sister again and gasped.
"I don't know what is happening to me, Libby," he said.
"You are getting hard, my kinky, little sister," the woman said, moving onto the bed.
She knelt there, naked on the bed and she looked down at the prick. She laughed.
And David felt the shame burn his brain even more deeply, but the shame was linked to the hardness too.
"Take your hands away, Little Sister," Libby ordered.
David-Dani-did as he-she-was told. The hands moved away from the cock.
Libby looked down on that big thing that stuck up from the flesh and form of her little brother.
She licked her lips. When David saw that, he licked his lips too and tasted that lipstick.
Libby could feel her pussy pulsing with desire and passion. She moved slowly over the cock and reached down and held the meat steady and kept it aimed at her wet cunt as she lowered herself onto that prick.
The thing slid into her and filled her up and Libby sighed.
When the cock was embedded deep in her pussy, the dark-haired sister reached out and touched the smeared make-up on the young man's face.
"We will have to fix you up again, Dani," she said. "We will have to wash your face and make you up again when I am finished with your cock."
And those words made David's cock quiver and pulse deep inside his sister's warm wetness.
"Fuck me, Dani," Libby moaned. "Fuck me with your little-girl cock."
And David surrendered to the strange and twisted desires in his system and started to move up and down under his sister.
He felt that Libby had him trapped in more ways than one. His cock was trapped in her warm pussy and his body was trapped under her body and his soul was trapped too, trapped in this male body that she was going to turn into a female form.
And, yet, David was surprised to discover that, once he had surrendered his will to Libby's he found the idea of entrapment to be very sexy.
He was trapped, but he wanted to be trapped. He was half in love with the entrapment and the power of his sister.
And he fucked her as well as he could as she tossed on his body and moaned to him with words that were soft and loving.
"Fuck me, you little bitch. Fuck me, you little girl. Fuck me, you whore, you harlot, you Jezebel."
And David knew that he was willing to be all those things for his sister. He had fallen in love with her power, even though he still did not understand why he had done that.
* * *
Barbara looked up as the door to Libby's bedroom opened.
First, the dark-haired, older sister came walking out. She was just wearing a robe and Barbara knew that Libby was naked under that robe. That made the blonde sister know that what she had suspected was correct. Libby had been fucking David in there.
But then another dark-haired girl came out, a pretty, fresh-faced, sexy girl, and Barbara wondered for a moment what had happened to David.
Then she discovered that that girl was David, her little brother.
David was wearing a loose, white top with little white straps over his shoulders. His throat and his arms were bare and he wore a bracelet around one wrist. He was also wearing a white, wrap-around skirt, and he moved his leg out of that skirt and stood there in a sexy way. Barbara could see the white panties under the skirt.
David was wearing lipstick and rouge and eye-makeup too and he was standing on high heels with a bit of uneasiness. But Barbara looked at the dark-haired brother and knew that there was something else there besides that uneasiness.
He actually enjoyed being dressed like this!
Barbara was shocked when she discovered that her little brother liked being a girl.
"What do you think, Barbara?" Libby asked. "What do you think of little Dani?"
"Dani?" the blonde sister muttered. "Who is Dani?"
Libby pointed at the dark-haired beauty standing next to her.
"This is Dani. Short for Danielle. Our new little sister."
Barbara did not know what to think about that girlish person who stood in front of her.
"She can sing too," Libby said. "She can sing very well and we will all sing together and be stars, Barbara."
The blonde looked at David and felt a little sick at her stomach.
But she knew that David had surrendered to Libby, just as she had done so many times.
She knew that she could not do anything about her new little sister.
So Barbara just nodded her head and muttered to Libby.
"I think it will work," she said. "I think that it will work."
"Of course, it will," Libby said, touching Dani's bare shoulder. "Of course, it will. Little Dani will make our act perfect."
David stood there and looked at his blonde sister.
He remembered that he had once wanted to be like her.
But he knew that he looked more like Libby than Barbara and that made him sort of sad.
He felt that he had done something to his blonde sister, had been unfaithful to her in some way. And he knew that he would have to figure out a way to make her feel good about him again.
But David felt good about himself at that very moment.
His cock was fixed in there in those soft, white panties and he knew that he made a very pretty girl, and he felt very proud of his girlishness.
He would be able to help his sisters now, now that he had felt the real entrapping power of Libby, his older sister.
And he would not even have to cut his hair, he thought. That would make it all that much sweeter.
He smiled at Barbara and thought that it was nice to be a girl, to be a slave to Libby.
Now he and Barbara had even more in common, he reasoned.
Libby spoke up to the new sister in the act.
"I think we should rehearse some of our songs, Dani," she said.
"All right, Libby," the new sister said softly, girlishly.
Libby moved toward the piano and sat down and Dani walked slowly toward the piano too.
"Come along, Barbara," the dark-haired, leading sister said. "We have to rehearse with our new, little girl."
And David-Dani-blushed and almost giggled when Libby said that.
Then the new sister almost fell. Libby reached out and grabbed an arm and steadied the girl.
"Don't worry," she said, "you will get used to those heels before long."
And then they started their first rehearsal as three sisters.
And that had been the afternoon that it had all started for David, for Dani, for the third girl in the family.
And he did not even have to cut his hair.
CHAPTER TWO
They had billed themselves as the Bitch Sisters and they had become an overnight sensation.
And it seemed that everyone's favorite Bitch Sister was Dani, the cute one with the slim, boyish build. Within a matter of a few months, David knew that he was in too far to retreat.
For one thing, he liked the success and the acclaim and the money.
For another thing, he knew that Libby would never let him get out of the act now.
So he stood there and had that photographer take his picture for the album cover.
He was going to be on the front of the cover by himself and he would be joined by Libby and Barbara on the back. He had changed into his hot pants and his ruffled, white blouse and he was standing there with his hands on his hips, like a defiant goddess.
"What a pose!" the photographer yelled. "What a look! Keep that look, Honey! That will be great!"
And David-Dani-kept the look and stared right at the camera as the photographer snapped away.
The light of the flash beamed at David with a regular and quick flashing, and the young man lost himself in a fantasy as that flash shot him again and again.
In his fantasy, he was a hooker, a female hooker, on the streets of New York City. The men were walking by him slowly as he stood there, looking him over with lust in their eyes. They all wanted him, but none of them could have him. None of them would dare approach him. He was too much of a woman for any of them, and they seemed to know that. One look from that beautiful, boyish hooker would blaze into the men's hearts and they would almost stagger back, in love with the beauty that frightened them.
It was a great fantasy, the kind of one that a guy could really get into, David thought.
And then the photographer said that he had enough pictures and walked out of the room, shouting with joy because he had gotten so many good shots.
And David knew that Barbara was waiting out there for him. She had come with him to the studio but she had not spoken to him. She had not said a word to him for months.
Barbara sang with him and even watched with delirious fascination as David took his girlish solos on the stage, but she did not talk to him. The brother knew that his blonde sister was still confused, was still unhappy because she did not understand how he had changed. That made David sad. He wanted to make the girl his loving and sweet sister again. He had gotten to be very close to dominant Libby during the last few months. He fucked his sister quite often because she knew just how to break his will and make him fuck her, make him lean with the winds of his own girlish and boyish desires. But Barbara was a different story. He had lost his blonde sister, he thought, and, as he walked out of the studio in his hot pants and ruffled blouse and high-heels, he wanted Barbara back. He missed her now, missed the good times that they had shared when they had been children together, when they had both been more than a little frightened of Libby, enslaved by her and her power.
David strolled out of the studio into the office. Barbara was sitting there in jeans and a blue work shirt. David thought that it was strange that Barbara often dressed like a guy when they were not on the stage. She seemed to become more boyish as David became more girlish.
The photographer was talking to her, but Barbara was not really listening. She was looking at her brother with that sadness in her eyes.
"Dani is great! She could be the most wonderful model in America! There is something about that look that she has," the photographer said, "something about the way she seems to beckon a man to her and yet lets him know that he must stay in his place. Dani is the best model that I have ever worked with."
"Yes, she is," Barbara said softly, stressing that word, she, as she looked at her brother in drag.
"We have to go and rehearse, Barbara," David said softly, using his high and lilting, Dani voice.
He did not want to be around that photographer any longer than he had to. There was something about the way that the man was praising the girlish part of his soul around Barbara that made David feel uncomfortable.
And the young man in drag was having trouble understanding that uncomfortable feeling. He had grown used to dressing like a female.
He had even grown to love the softness of the fabric against his skin, and he also loved the way that he fooled the world with his girlish appearance. Yet, there was something in the way that Barbara looked at him that told him that what he was doing was not right. He was becoming too much of a girl, and Barbara seemed to sense that, seemed to want her regular, boyish, sweet, little brother back in her life, not her little sister who was at the core a false female.
Barbara got up and walked out of the photographer's office with her brother. They rode down in the elevator together. As usual, Barbara did not speak, and David did not try to start a conversation. He had almost given up with his blonde sister, was almost used to the silence that she gave him to live with.
On the street, they heard a man whistle and they knew that the man was not whistling at Barbara. The blonde was pretty and sexy, but she was covered up, dressed like a boy. David was the one who seemed to be asking to be raped.
They hailed a cab and got in and Barbara gave the driver the address as David-Dani-leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes and had another fantasy, one that he had been having regularly over the last few months.
It was the beauty pageant fantasy. The other girls in the pageant were lovely, but, when Dani walked out in his swimsuit, the crowd went wild, shouting and cheering and wanting more and more and more of this lovely specimen of femininity. As he walked down the runway in his white swimsuit, he felt the fabric clinging to his body like a soft and sexy lover, and he felt the tears coming to his eyes as his audience, his people, his fans, his subjects, roared their approval at his feminine beauty. He had them fooled, he thought, but he was happy that they loved that girlish part of himself so much. And the longer they cheered, the more Dani thought that the feminine part of his nature might really be the most important part; the part that had all the style and grace. He started to think that he did not really want to be a boy at all. He wanted to be a girl and have those fans adore him.
But then the young man jerked awake and opened his eyes. That was the one thing about that fantasy that bothered him, the loss of his masculine nature. He wanted to be both, girl and boy. He did not want to lose the male part of his being forever. He did not want to lose the use of his cock.
And he did not want Libby to force him to give up that cock either. He sensed that she would not want him too. She enjoyed that cock too much when he fucked her, but there was still that strange desire, that need to be all girl that he did not understand and did not want to face.
As the cab pulled up in front of the white apartment complex on the East Side of New York City, David looked out the window.
The Bitch Sisters had only been living in that place a few weeks, had only been able to afford it recently.
They were stars now and they had gained a lot being stars, David thought, but he wondered if he was losing something too. He looked at Barbara as she got out of the cab and moved toward the door. He followed her and thought that he was losing her, his favorite, blonde sister. He might also be losing his masculine nature too. That bothered him.
Suddenly, his world seemed to be filled with loss.
The doorman held the door for the two sisters and tipped his hat to them.
Barbara was still silent as they rode up to their penthouse apartment. David knew that they would be alone up there. Libby was out making some new deal with another music producer and would not be home until late that night.
Suddenly, the brother who had turned sister could not stand the loss any longer. He knew that he would have to confront Barbara this afternoon and try to win her back to him.
David wondered if he would be able to explain to her what he liked about dressing up in women's clothing.
He had never really been able to explain it to himself, he thought.
When they got to the apartment, Barbara opened the door and walked in and headed for the bar. She spent a lot of time drinking in the last few months, David thought. She fixed a drink as the young man in hot pants looked at her and then she moved to the stereo and flipped it on. Hard, rock music filled the room, and it seemed to pulse against the walls.
David thought that Barbara was trying to lose herself in that music and that alcohol, and he did not want her to lose herself. He wanted his blonde sister back again, found not lost.
He wanted to talk to Barbara and try to set things straight between them.
He moved toward the stereo and flipped it off. The music stopped suddenly, and Barbara, standing at the bar, turned and looked at him.
But she did not speak to him. She did not even protest what he had done.
"I want to talk to you, Barbara," David said. "I want to talk about our problems."
She turned her back on him and sipped her drink.
David was suddenly infuriated with that back. He walked across the floor and grabbed Barbara and turned her around.
He was weaker than Libby, he thought, but Barbara was the weakest of the three children.
"I want to talk to you, Barbara," he said. "And I want you to talk to me too. I want it to be like it used to be between us, Barbara, when we were children."
Barbara looked over David's face and his make-up and she glanced down at the ruffled blouse.
She looked as if she were about to throw up at the sight of him in his girlish garb.
"We are not children any longer, David," she. said. "You changed. I did not change. You changed."
And then she jerked out of his grasp and staggered back toward the bar. She reached for her drink and downed it.
When the drink was in her system, she sneered at him.
"You make me sick to my stomach, David," she said, "or should I call you Dani?"
That hurt David. Those words cut into him like spears.
But he knew that he had to work all of this out. He knew that he had to explain some things to his blonde sister and win her over again.
He did not want Barbara to be sickened by the sight of him.
He remembered how much fun they had had together as children. They had been very close then.
He wanted to be close with her again, as close as he was to Libby, even closer if he could get there.
"Barbara," the young man said, "you know that this was originally Libby's idea. And you know that, without me singing with you, you would not be able to afford all of this luxury."
Barbara looked down at her empty glass and seemed chastened for a moment.
Then she muttered to her little brother with a sorrowful voice.
"I would give all of this up to have my brother back with me again," she said.
"But I am still your brother, Barbara!" David yelled. "I am still-"
"You are nothing!" she screamed. "You are not even a man anymore!"
That accusation, that scream, stopped David. He just stood there in his hot pants and his ruffled blouse and felt the anger come like a fever to his brain.
Barbara did not think that he was a man, he thought.
And David wondered if he was still a man. He fucked Libby, but he had not fucked any other woman recently, and he wondered if he could get up without that abuse, that terrible abuse that Libby heaped upon him.
Then he felt his cock rising in his hot pants, and he knew that that prick was coming up with the anger.
David knew then what he had to do. He had to prove to his sister that he was a man in the best way possible.
He would have to fuck Barbara and make her love it, make her sigh and moan as other females had sighed and moaned before he had become a Bitch Sister.
David loosened the hot pants and kicked off his high-heels. He pushed the pants down his legs and stepped out of them. Then he rubbed the white panties that he wore, felt the bulge in those panties and looked at Barbara with a fierce kind of determination in his eyes.
"David," she gasped, "don't even think-"
"Shut up!" he yelled.
David knew that it was his turn now, his turn to be strong and defiant, his turn to be the powerful one. He might never be able to conquer Libby, but he knew that he would have to conquer Barbara in order to regain his self-respect and his masculinity.
David started to unbutton his ruffled blouse and he pulled it off and showed his sister his thin but manly chest. He wadded the blouse in his hands and raised it to his face and started to wipe that color off his face, that girlish mascara and rouge. He would come to his sister as a man and as nothing else, he decided.
When he took the blouse away from his face, he saw the stains on the whiteness and he knew that he had gotten a lot of that color off him. Then he dropped the blouse on the floor and stood there in his panties, his white, lace panties.
"Barbara," he said, "get naked for your brother. Get naked because a man is going to fuck you."
His voice was soft but determined, the kind of voice that could not be ignored.
His blonde sister was leaning against the bar and trembling. She whimpered to David like a whipped dog.
"No, it is not right, David. I should not do it with you."
"Libby does it with me," the brother said. "Libby likes it when I fuck her. She even orders me to fuck her on some nights. And I am ordering you now, Barbara. I want to fuck you. I want to show you that I am a man."
"But, David-"
"Get naked, Barbara! Get naked and ready to fuck!"
The blonde could not resist him. He knew it.
She was so weak and so sexy that he felt the need to comfort her, even as he felt the need to fuck her and prove his manhood. He wanted to move toward her and take her in his arms and tell her that it was all right. But then David remembered that he could not comfort her, not before he got his prick into her pussy, not before he proved to her that he was worthy to be her brother, not before he proved that he was a man.
This would be the ideal way, he thought, the ideal way to get her back as a sister and to get some of his masculine feelings back too. He stood there in his white panties and stared at his sister as she moved her fingers over her blue shirt, starting to unbutton it.
She would follow his orders. She was used to following the orders of others.
He smiled as she pulled off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra. Her tits were firm and sexy and they looked even sexier when she shivered there against the bar.
"Please, David," she said. "I am sorry. I did not mean it when I said that you were not a man."
"Get your fucking clothes off, Bitch!" the young man in the panties yelled.
He would not let Barbara off easily. He had gone this far, and he knew that he would have to fuck her.
If he did not go through with it, he thought, he might never again feel like a real man in his life.
And he was much too young to give up all of his masculinity.
Barbara slipped out of her shoes and then she opened her jeans and pushed them down her legs. She trembled and stumbled as she moved out of them, but she fought to keep her balance as she stripped for her brother, the man.
THE MAN!
That was the phrase that echoed through David's head.
He would prove to her that he was a man, that he was a stud still.
He might wear skirts, but he could still be a stud when he had to be.
When Barbara was out of her jeans, she stood there and looked at her brother.
David looked down at her panties. They were white and covered with lace, just like his own. He smiled. He had wanted to be like his sister, Barbara, and now he thought that they were very much alike.
And the similarities between them would unify them, the brother thought. Barbara put her arms back and leaned against the bar as her brother approached her.
David reached out and touched her panties, touched the front of those things and felt the wetness there.
That was the proof that he needed. Barbara was nervous and a little frightened, but it was obvious to the stud that she was turned on by the idea of fucking her brother.
And David liked that, liked that wetness that he felt there as he pressed the white, soft material close to Barbara's cunt.
"Touch me, Barbara," he said softly. "Touch me too."
And the blonde reached out and put her hand on the front of David's panties and felt the hardness there.
"I am a man," the younger brother said to his sister.
"Yes," she murmured, feeling that hardness in his panties, "I know."
Then David moved his face close to Barbara's and kissed her.
At first the kiss was soft and then it grew in passion as David took his hand off the blonde's panties and put his arms around her and held her close. The young woman seemed to melt into her brother's arms as she opened her mouth and let David's tongue invade her, drive into her with passion.
When that kiss was over, Barbara touched David's sides and murmured to him.
"Fuck me, David. I want to be fucked by you. I don't know how long I have wanted to be fucked by you."
And that seemed to explain something to David, but he was too excited now to stop and think about it.
The brother and the sister moved slowly down onto the carpeted floor next to the bar and they held each other and kissed again. This time, Barbara moved very close to David as they kissed and moved her leg over his thigh and the soft fabric of panties touched the soft fabric of panties.
David could feel the wetness against his hardness and he knew that that was the one major difference between himself and his wonderful sister. He was hard in his panties where she was wet.
And that was a very great difference, the sweetest difference in the world.
When the kiss was over, Barbara moved her hands down David's body and put her fingers in the waistband of his white panties. Then she waited and smiled at David and he knew that she wanted him to do the same thing to her. When his fingers were in her panties, the brother and the sister moved together and pulled both pairs of white panties down.
When his cock was free, David sighed with relief. Then he took his hands off Barbara's panties and she took her hands off his.
And the two young people became very naked very quickly and then lay there and looked at each other.
"You say that you have wanted this for a long time," David muttered with a smile.
"Yes. I think for years," Barbara said.
There was nothing to be ashamed about now. She was going to get what she wanted from her brother.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know," Barbara muttered. "It seemed wicked to want that from your brother, and then, when Libby started to dress you up, I thought that I had lost my chance to get you. I thought that you had turned into a girl or something."
"I am a man," David said, touching his sister's soft, blonde hair.
"Yes, David," she said. "You are the best man that I know."
"Barbara," David sighed, "touch my cock. Feel my manhood."
And the blonde reached out and touched the prick and sighed too.
Then she put her fingers around that cock and started to stroke it as she spread her legs wide. David took that sign and knew just what she wanted.
David moved his fingers over the lips of his sister's pussy and felt the wetness there. She was so sweet down there, David thought, and her fingers were cool around his prick.
David slipped into her wetness and worked his fingers around in there, feeling the soft flesh that he would soon fuck. She was his sister, he thought, but he had to prove to her that he was a man, a real man still. The panties and the dresses that he wore made no difference to him. He was a man, and he yearned to prove his manhood to Barbara and to himself.
As they played with each other, they kissed with a long, tongue-twisting movement.
And then Barbara moaned to her brother.
"I am ready, David," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck your sister."
And David was ready too. His cock was hard, harder than it had been in months.
There was no feeling of entrapment with Barbara, only sweetness, the sweetness of the weaker sister, the one who did not really control him at all.
The teen-ager moved over his sister as he pulled his fingers from her pussy.
And then she took her fingers from around his cock.
She kept her legs spread open for him and she lifted her hands and put them on his shoulders.
"You are a real man, David," she said. "You are such a special man to me."
And David smiled. It was the kind of thing that he had yearned to hear from her for months.
Barbara lifted her hips and spread her pussy lips open.
And David slid into her smoothly, with a gentle rhythm. Then he started to fuck her, just as smoothly.
She sighed and caught that smooth magic, that loving rhythm.
"Fuck me, my brother," she said softly. "You are a real man."
And David looked down at the floor next to her as he drove his cock in and out of her.
He saw their panties lying together in a heap. Both pairs of panties were, white, and he did not know which pair of panties belonged to him and which pair belonged to his sister.
CHAPTER THREE
The Bitch Sisters were on the road in Wichita, Kansas, and there David had met Stella, a cute and curvy redhead who said that she was a professional wrestler.
David had met the woman in a little bar near the Wichita State University campus.
That afternoon he was dressed in his men's clothes, except for the white panties that he wore under his jeans. That was the great thing about his life as a celebrity. He could take off his dress and his make-up and he could leave his motel room and no one paid any attention to him, even though, as Dani, he was a star. Barbara and Libby did not have that chance to see people for what they really were.
David had gone to that bar in Wichita and he had met Stella, and he had liked her immediately.
She seemed to respond to David too, to his maleness not his female side. He liked that.
"You sure are cute, Honey," Stella said to David. "Would you like to come back to my motel room with me?"
And David smiled and said that he would be happy too.
Stella, he thought, could have been twenty-five or thirty-five or perhaps even a well-preserved forty-five. She had that sexy, rural, white-trash style, and he thought that it was refreshing. He also liked the idea that she was a professional wrestler. He had never met anyone like that before.
Back in her motel, which was the same motel that he was staying in with Barbara and Libby and their bodyguards, he asked her about wrestling as he took off his shirt.
"What does it take to be a wrestler, Stella?"
"Takes drive, Honey," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her big, freckled tit. "Takes lot of drive. You have to be able to take punishment and give it and you have to put on a show for the people. I am the villain, you see. I wrestle with other girls and I always pull hair and the people in the audience, they scream and they holler and they carry on and try to tell the referee that I am pulling hair and should be thrown out of wrestling. Then they cheered when the other girl throws me down and gives me a kick or something. But I will let you in on a little secret, Honey. All them wrestling matches are fixed. Worked out in advance, you know."
By the time, she finished saying this, she was naked.
But she was interested in her little lecture on wrestling. She sat naked in the middle of the bed and lit a cigarette and just smiled at David. She seemed to be saying that he should not worry, that they would get on to the fucking in good time. But right then she was interested in talking about wrestling. David just leaned against a little table in the motel room and smiled. He would let her have her way. He realized that this woman probably did not have a chance to talk about her profession honestly that much.
"I wrestle as Red-Haired Natasha. I am supposed to be Russian. You know the folks around here in the Midwest, they don't like the Russians much. They want American girls to win the matches, and one promoter he called me Natasha because my hair was red. He said that that would remind the audiences of communism and how terrible it was. Course, Russians ain't the worst for the Americans now, and this new guy up in New York City, he wrestles as the Masked Ayatollah. They just eat that up and they scream and yell and cheer when some real, red-blooded, American boy defeats him in the ring of honor. Yep, course, the Ayatollah's real name is Manny Pinser and he comes from New Jersey. But don't ever tell no wrestling fan that."
David laughed out loud and promised Stella as he laughed, "I won't tell anyone."
He kept looking at those big tits, and he could feel his cock hardening in his panties. He knew then that he had made a mistake wearing those white, soft panties under his jeans. He wondered what Stella would say when she saw them. He wondered if this soft and simple woman would think that he was still a man when she saw those white, laced panties that he wore.
"I usually wrestle with my girlfriend, Harriet," Stella said, sucking on her cigarette. "Harriet is a strange story, but I don't think I will tell you that one. I just got to make sure that you are out of here before she gets back. She shares the room with me and she gets real jealous when she comes back and thinks that I have been fucking some young stud. Harriet ain't as young as she used to be, and she keeps thinking that I will run off with some young fella and leave her high and dry."
David smiled. He thought that he understood it even then, the story that she would not tell him.
Harriet and Stella were lovers, he figured. It was as simple as that. They were lesbian lovers.
But he kept feeling those panties as his cock got harder and he wondered what he was going to do about them. He started to worry even more when Stella reached out her arm and curled her finger.
"Come over here, young stud," she said.
Still worrying about the panties, David moved toward the bed. He sat down next to her on that bed and he touched her big tits with his hands. Stella reached up and put her hands in his dark, long hair.
"I like long hair on you," she said. "Usually, I don't like long hair on guys, but, on you, it looks good, Stud."
"Thank you," David said, smiling at massaging the woman's tits.
And then Stella pulled David's face close to her and kissed him with a firm and passionate touch. She put her arms around his neck and held him there. Even though he enjoyed what he was doing, David could not get over the idea that he was in some kind of wrestling hold, a captive to Stella's big-titted lust.
When the kiss was over, Stella just looked into David's eyes. She winked at him and he laughed again.
When he was wearing women's clothing, David laughed with a girlish twitter, but, now, with his jeans on and with this woman responding to his maleness, his laughter was deep and hearty.
David had started to think that there were really two people deep down inside of him, two sides of his personality.
One was a male and the other was a female, and they both seemed to be equal in him now.
He could call on one side or the other, as he saw fit, and he thought that he was lucky that he could be both man and woman. The woman in David-Dani Bitch of the Bitch Sisters-was the successful figure, the one who brought in the money. The man in him was the one who fucked with such passion.
David had started to be almost philosophical about the two sides of his personality. He had started to think that every person on earth had both a male and female sides. With most men, the male side predominated. With most women, the female side was affirmed with almost every motion. But there were those men who seemed very feminine and those women who were very masculine. David thought that he was one of the lucky ones, one who had equalized his sides. Like a male, he could be firm and demanding and powerful. Like a female, he could be sensitive and passionate and giving. He liked the idea that he had something better than most other people in the world, and his sisters seemed to like him better now that he had both sides too. Barbara liked the male side more, and Libby liked the female side.
He still fucked both of his sisters, although he had never done what he really wanted to do.
He had never fucked both Barbara and Libby at the same time, in the same bed. He thought that that would be the ideal, incestuous fuck, for him. He could be weak with Libby and then he could turn to Barbara and be strong. But the other girls would not go along with the idea, and David felt that he was losing out on some very interesting sex.
He felt Stella's hands work their way down his chest and stomach and he thought that this was going to be some very interesting sex too with this big-titted, wrestling redhead.
David moved down the woman's body and stuck out his tongue and worked it around one of the round, pink nipples on her tits. That nipple was sweet and he liked the way that it grew bumpy very quickly as he licked on it.
Then he sucked the nipple into his mouth and started to knead the breast like a piece of dough as he sucked on it. The woman sighed and moved down on the bed and ran her fingers through his hair as he did that:
"I always wanted this," she sighed. "I always wanted me a sweet, baby-boy stud."
That told David that she was probably a lot older than she really looked, that she considered him to be like a sexy son. That did not bother him in the least. He was willing to let the common, sexy woman live out her motherhood fantasy.
But what did bother him-what still bothered him-was what was going to happen when he had to take off his jeans, when he showed her his panties. He did not know how a woman like Stella would react to something like that.
And David thought that he might just get her so turned on that she would not notice his panties.
He knew that there was one way to do that. He took his mouth off her tit and started to work down her body.
He licked and kissed her freckled stomach and felt the muscles there. This woman was strong, he thought.
And she continued to massage his shoulders as he licked her and drove his tongue into her navel. That made the young man think that she had him in some other kind of wrestling hold.
He felt a little bit like a victim, and he looked up and smiled at her.
"Tell me more about wrestling, Stella," he said softly. "Tell me about wrestling while I lick out your sweet cunt."
"Well," she sighed softly, "the thing I use most in the ring is the Kremlin Toe-Drop. It is a variation on the Tennessee Toe-Drop that was used by Mean Joe McGowan back in the sixties, but I think that I am the only woman who has ever used it. It is usually the way that I win the match, if I am supposed to win it that night. I grab old Harriet's foot and I twist it a little and she screams bloody murder like I was killing her almost, and the ring announcer says that she will probably never walk again. Course, it doesn't really hurt her none. The only time a professional wrestler really gets hurt is when somebody fucks up."
As she talked about toe-drops, she spread her legs wide and David continued to work down her body.
He ran his tongue through the red hair that grew above her pussy. And she shivered with excitement when he did that.
He could smell the aroma that came from her pussy. He looked down at those pink lips and he was surprised to find that the pussy was really very clean. She was a common and rural woman, but she kept herself sweet in there. He worked his finger into her lips as Stella tensed her body and sighed and then started talking about wrestling again.
"Strange thing is-Oh, baby-boy, that feels good-strange thing is, the freaks have just about taken over women's wrestling. Yes, the freaks. Used to be that we just had women wrestlers and that was it. Then the midget girls started moving in and the crowds loved them. Most of the people who come to see wrestling have never even seen a midget girl before, let alone watch two of them wrestle. The midget girls were all right. They were just used to really pack the house, but then the other girls, the girls with the huge tits and the girls who weighed three hundred pounds or more, they started coming in to wrestle and that was when women's wrestling just went to shit. Oh, baby-boy, yes, finger out mommy's cunt. That is right. Freaks, baby-boy. There is one of them who weighs nearly four hundred pounds and wrestles in overalls and she calls herself Angie the Farmer's Wife. She ain't no farmer's wife at all. She ain't never been near a farm. She was born and raised in Brooklyn and she would be in a circus sideshow if she didn't wrestle. Yes, slip that finger in, baby-boy. Work it in deep. That feels so good."
And then David pulled his finger out of the redhead's snatch and pressed his face against that juicy hole.
He remembered that he had to really turn her on so that she would not notice it when he took off his trousers and showed her his panties for just an instant.
David's experienced tongue worked deep into her and the redhead sighed and bounced on the bed.
She squealed with passion at the young man who lay there between her legs.
"Yes, lick me out. Lick me out real good, baby-boy."
And she reached down and grabbed his dark, curly hair and pulled on it. That gave him a little pain, a little shot of sharpness in his brain. But he was used to that because of the things that he had dealt with Libby, and he felt his cock get even harder in his panties.
David pulled his tongue out of the cunt and sucked the clit between his firm, moist lips.
The redheaded wrestler seemed to go almost insane with passion when he did that.
"Oh, baby boy," she sighed. "Lick me. Eat me. Suck me. Do Mommy right."
And then the redhead lifted her legs and threw them over David's shoulders and trembled with lust as he continued to lick and suck on her clitoris. She was coming, David knew, and he also suspected that, when she had her first orgasm, she would wallow there in the afterglow of that experience and then he would be able to removed his jeans and his panties quickly. She would not even notice then.
"Give it to me, baby boy," the red haired wrestler said. "Suck me while I come."
And Stella seemed to stretch out there on the bed, stretch out for all eternity.
Then she sighed and grabbed her big tits and David knew that she was coming.
The teen-aged stud sucked on her clitoris as she came, sucked and sucked until she was trembling and heated with orgasm.
And then, when the coming was over, he moved his mouth off her pussy and slipped to the side of her bed. He slipped out of his shoes and then he opened his jeans and pushed them down. He had his back turned to her when he heard the woman speak to him.
"Oh, you have such nice panties on," she sighed.
He had been caught.
David froze there in his position, bent slightly with his pantied ass in the air, and he sighed.
He wondered what the wrestler would do to him now that she had caught him. Would she laugh? Would she put him in some terrible hold that she saved just for pantied males?
But she did not do anything like that.
She reached out and touched his white pantied ass.
Her touch was soft and sexy and she giggled when she touched him.
David could tell that it was not a giggle of derision. It was just a giggle, the sound of a joyous woman.
"You remind me of Harriet," Stella said. "You remind me of her."
David looked back over his shoulder and smiled at the female wrestler.
"You still want to fuck me?" he asked.
"Sure do, baby-boy," the woman said, with her hand flat against his male ass. "Sure do."
David pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.
If she wanted to fuck him, he thought, then he was all right. He knew that he certainly wanted to fuck this big-titted woman.
And he was standing there in his panties, standing there facing her as she worked her hand over his crotch. He smiled at her and let her feel the softness of those panties.
And then he jerked when the door to the motel room came open.
"What the fuck is this?" the woman at the door yelled.
The woman had a deep voice, and she was ugly as sin, David thought.
And she came storming into the room like an angry general. She pushed Stella's hand off David's crotch and she glared at both of them. The young man did not have to be told that this was Harriet, the other wrestler, the jealous female.
"I leave you alone for a few minutes," Harriet snarled at the redhead, "and you go out and find yourself some other whore. Just some white-pantied whore, Stella!"
"I am not a whore," the small teen-ager said. "I am a man."
Harriet stepped back. She was wearing a tight, black sweater and a black pair of pants.
She moved rather strangely for a woman, David thought.
But David was still surprised when the woman looked at him and then snarled, "So what? So what if you are a man? I am a man too."
"What?"
David was truly shocked. He had known that there were other men in the world like him, other men who dressed up as women, but he had never thought that he would meet one in Kansas.
Stella just lay there naked on the bed and started to giggle.
And David muttered to the ugly woman in black.
"I don't believe you," he said. "I don't believe that you are a man."
The teen-ager did not know why he said that. He had no reason to doubt that this Harriet was really a man. Harriet would certainly make a better looking man than he did a woman, the teen-ager thought. But David said nothing else. He wanted Harriet to prove his manhood. David glanced down at the bulge in his panties and he knew that that bulge proved his own masculinity. He wanted Harriet to come up with proof to match that bulge.
And then Harriet growled like an old bear and pulled the black sweater over her graying hair.
She was wearing a bra under that sweater, but when she took off the bra, David saw that Harriet had the flat, muscled chest of a man. Then Harriet kicked off her shoes and opened the black pants and pushed them down and moved out of them, still growling.
There, in Harriet's panties, David saw that tell-tale sign, the bulge of balls and cock.
This female wrestler was not a female at all. She was a man, just as David was a man.
And then the teen-ager remembered that Stella had said that there was something that she would not tell David about Harriet. David had assumed that the wrestlers were lesbian lovers, but now he knew that their relationship was more complex than that, as complex as his relationship with his sisters was.
Harriet growled again and pushed down his panties and that giant cock and balls seemed to spring out of that soft material like a jack-in-the-box. David stepped back when he saw that springing, as if he were afraid of that big cock would strike him like a snake.
And then Harriet made one more guttural sound and looked at the still laughing Stella.
The man jumped into the air and landed right on top of the redhead as she laughed at him.
Then the fight started, the fight that looked like sex and like wrestling at the same time.
David stood there in his panties and looked at that fight as the man and the woman turned on the bed and grunted as they held each other and pulled on each other's hair.
David had never seen anything quite so brutal and quite so sexual at the same time.
And he wondered if all professional wrestlers behaved this way.
The two of them turned on the bed and struggled against each other. The teen-ager stood there in his panties and watched the muscles fight with muscles, the strength battle strength.
Then, suddenly, the battle was over.
Stella was on top of Harriet then. The woman was on top of the man.
And Stella looked down into the man's eyes and smiled.
"You know that I love you, Harriet," the red-haired wrestler said.
"I know," the man growled. "I know, but sometimes you act so crazy. You go out and find those other guys."
Harriet glanced at David, the teen-ager who stood there in his panties.
"At least this one dresses correctly," the man who had worn panties too said softly.
And then Harriet looked back at Stella and the two people on the bed kissed with passion.
It was then that David decided that he was not really needed in that room. As he watched the redhead move against her male lover with a sexual ease, the young man started to dress again.
He pulled the jeans on over his white panties and he smiled at the two very common lovers.
David felt a little bad because he knew that he would not get a chance to fuck that sexy, big-titted redhead now, but he thought that Harriet deserved her chance with her lover. He could see that those two really did care for each other.
As David pulled on his shirt, he wondered if he would ever find a female who would understand him in the way that Stella obviously understood Harriet.
Sure, Barbara and especially Libby understood his need for panties and women's clothes.
But they were just his sisters, even though he fucked them.
David wondered if he would ever fall in love, in the way that these two were obviously in love. He wondered how many relationships like that would be allowed in this world.
After he had dressed, he looked down on the two who lay there on the bed. Stella was beginning to move her body down Harriet's and David knew that soon the redhead would be sucking on her friend's cock.
It was a very private moment, David thought, and he did not want to be there to witness it.
He wanted to leave the lovers alone. He had already found out something about his own life from those two.
He had found out that love was possible even when a man wanted to wear panties.
The teen-ager turned and walked out the door and closed it carefully behind him.
And then he strolled down the hallway to another door. He stopped and knocked on it.
"Come in," Barbara called.
David walked in and saw his sisters sitting there in the room. Libby was watching television and Barbara was reading a magazine.
"How is Wichita?" Barbara asked, looking up from her reading.
"Filled with love," David said with a smile. "Filled with love."
The two sisters looked at him as if they did not believe him. David just grinned and went into the bathroom. He would have to get ready for the concert that night at the university. He would have to put on his make-up and his dress and start feeling like a real girl, a real Bitch Sister.
But he looked in the mirror and he wondered if there would be any normal kind of love for him.
He hoped so. He hoped that he would find something that was Wichita sweet before he got too much older.
CHAPTER FOUR
About six months later, things turned bad for the Bitch Sisters. There were new types of rock-and-roll music on the scene, new changes in the needs of the American audience.
So the Bitch Sisters stopped getting calls from producers and their record albums stopped selling. David knew that it was only a matter of time until they were asked to make a commercial for their golden oldies, a commercial that would air on television at three in the morning. David and Libby and Barbara knew that it was time to change.
But it was Libby who came up with the idea one afternoon when they were all sitting around the apartment.
Libby always came up with the ideas for the Bitch Sisters.
David had been hoping that they could start a new career, one where he could be a male on the stage. He knew that he would still wear his dresses and his panties around the apartment, but he had grown disgusted with the female apparel and the female act that he had to put on under those hot lights. When Libby told him that she had something new planned for their act, the young man listened with great expectation.
And what he heard shocked him. He looked at Barbara as Libby explained the idea and he could tell that his blonde sister was shocked too. She was staring at Libby as if she could not believe what the dark-haired young woman was saying.
"We are going to turn religious," Libby said softly. "We are going to join Larry Caldwell and the Moral Force for America."
"What? Larry Caldwell and the Moral Force for America?" David asked.
He had been reading about that organization and he had always thought that those people were just good for a laugh. He never suspected that Libby would want them to join those crazies.
Larry Caldwell was a fat, television minister from Little Rock, Arkansas, who had decided that it was time that religious people, his flock, started to play a greater role in politics. They had been working against politicians that they considered to be workers of the devil for almost three years, and they had defeated some of those politicians when they ran for re-election in Midwestern states. Larry Caldwell was against abortion and sex education and busing and dancing on television. It seemed to David that that preacher would have little in common with the Bitch Sisters at all. It was true that Libby and Barbara and Dani Bitch had never taken any real political stands. None of them really cared about politics, but David had read enough about Larry Caldwell to know that the preacher was against all forms of sexual fun. The Bitch Sisters had stood for sexual fun in their brief heyday. They had stood for anarchy and rebellion and lust. Larry Caldwell did not stand for any of those things.
But then Libby started to explain the situation to her brother and her sister.
"I got a letter from this organization just the other day. They were inviting us to come to Jesus and join them. I have the letter right here. You know what they say: the bigger the sinner, the bigger the saint. Well, they have several celebrities with the Moral Force for America who were pretty big sinners. One of them was a leader of the anti-Vietnam protests in the 1960s and another one was a White House aide until he was indicted for bribery and obstruction of justice and perjury."
"But do we really want to join up with them, Libby?" Barbara asked, whining.
The dark-haired sister glared at the blonde, weak, sexy woman.
"We will do what I say that we have to do," she said forcefully. "I run this act and I don't want either of you to forget it. Remember, our star as rock-and-roll singers is gone, fallen from the heavens, but we can make it big in gospel. We will have to change our names, of course. I thought that we would call ourselves The Heavenly Sisters."
When David heard that, he winced.
He knew that that meant that he would still be a sister, not a brother..
The teen-ager moved around in a chair and touched the bra that he was wearing.
"I don't want to be a girl any longer, Libby," he said softly. "Not in public anyway."
"Fuck you!" Libby yelled. "You will both do what I tell you to do."
And David looked at Barbara and knew that Libby was right. Neither he nor his blonde sister had the strength to stand up to that dark-haired sister. They would do what she told them to do.
* * *
So the Heavenly Sisters flew to Little Rock, Arkansas, to meet with Larry Caldwell and his staff. When they got off the plane in Little Rock, they were met by a young man with a shy, soft voice, a young man who did not seem to want to look them in the eye.
"I am Andy Caldwell," the young man said. "I am the preacher's son."
"The preacher?" Libby asked.
"Jerry Caldwell. He is just called the preacher here in the organization. Of course, we have other preachers working for us, but my father is The Preacher, if you know what I mean."
"Sure, sure," Libby said. "The Preacher. Got it."
They rode in a big, black limousine through Little Rock. The small, shy, young man sat in the front seat of the car with the driver, a man in uniform. David stared at the back of that young man's head. The son of the preacher had soft, blonde hair, and David felt the yearning to reach out and touch that hair, to comfort the young man. He felt sorry for Andy Caldwell immediately. He realized that Andy Caldwell had been beaten down by his father, just as David had been beaten down by Libby.
But, at least, David thought, as he sat in the back seat in a plain, black dress with a string of pearls around his neck, at least Andy Caldwell did not have to dress up like a girl.
Little Rock looked like most other American cities. There were some tall buildings and there were people on the street, people going about their daily business. But then David saw something that did not look like anything else he had ever seen before.
It was a giant, white finger pointing up to the clear, blue sky.
It was a fat finger, and it seemed even uglier to David because of its colossal size.
When the limousine stopped, David just stared at that finger. It was on top of a big building that looked like a bank or a supermarket or something like that.
The driver turned around and grinned at the three sisters.
"This is the Cathedral of American Hope," he said.
The young man in the front seat just got out of the car and dashed across the parking lot to the building.
The three sisters got out of the car and looked up at that finger.
"Big, isn't it?" Libby muttered.
"Yeah," Barbara said, almost sighing as she looked at that finger.
But David just stood there in his black dress and wondered why he did not get a feeling of hope from that finger. The finger, he thought, looked ugly, like a monster, and the youngest of the Heavenly sisters shivered with his fear.
And then David looked at Andy, the young guy who was running for a door in that big building.
There was certainly no hope in that soft, young man, he thought, no hope at all.
And then another man came walking out of that church. He charged toward the sisters like some kind of wild animal.
David stepped back as the man came toward him, believing for one instant that he had been found out, that this man was going to shout that he knew that David had a cock, a real cock, and was not a girl at all.
The man who charged them was tall and balding and thin.
But, when he got to the sisters, he did not seem to be angry about anything. David looked at the man and sighed with relief. He would not be found out yet, he thought. In recent days, since Libby had told David and Barbara what she planned to do with the Moral Force for America, David had been wishing that he would be found out, unmasked as a man in woman's clothing. He thought that that would have to be better than working with these people in Little Rock. And he knew that the Moral Force people would not want to be associated with a transvestite. But David had other reasons too for wanting to be unmasked. He thought that it would be nice to be known in public as a male, a real male who could make even his own sisters sigh with pleasure.
David still liked the softness of the panties, but there were other things about his life as a girl, other little trials that he had to endure, that he did not like at all. Sometimes, he just wished that he had the courage to stand up to Libby and tell her to take her feminine clothes and stuff them up her cunt. Sometimes, he wished that he could act like a man around that dark-haired sister, as he did when he was alone with Barbara.
But David knew that all of those things were just dreams. It would be a long time before he would ever be able to stand up to Libby and tell her off. Until then, he would continue to wear these dresses and shave his legs.
The tall, balding man smiled at the three Heavenly Sisters.
"Which one of you lovely ladies is Elizabeth?" he asked.
Libby smiled and nodded her head. "I am Elizabeth," she said. "This is Barbara and this is Danielle. We call her Dani. And you are-?"
The man told Libby his name, but David did not hear it. He was too filled with anger and shame. Once again, he had been introduced as a sister. Once again, his male domain in the family of singers had been invaded and destroyed. And he had not even put up a fight.
There was a great deal of self-hatred in that young man at that moment. If he had only put up an argument, he thought, if he had only battled Libby in some real way, then it would not have mattered so much even if he had been defeated. But he had not done any battle, and he felt like some kind of worm in the earth, some worm in a pair of white panties.
But he still loved his sister, and he knew that he loved her in some ways because she was so powerful.
That was the thing that still confused David. That was the thing that he had not yet figured out.
How could he love Libby when she made him do those things? She was a good fuck but she was also a sadist. Did that make David a-?
The young man could not think of the word, the word for the person who gets his sexual kicks by experiencing pain.
He felt the heat rise to his face as he thought that he might be one of those persons.
And then he did not want to think about those persons and the type of person that he might be.
So he tuned in again and listened as the balding man talked to Libby-Elizabeth, the queen of the family.
"The Preacher would like to see you alone," the man said. "He has been told that you are the one who makes the plans for your sisters, and he wants to talk to you about the plans that he has made for you."
"I will love meeting the Preacher," Libby said.
Then the balding man turned and looked at the other two sisters.
"If you will come with me, I will get you some coffee and try to keep you company while we wait for your sister to confer with the Preacher."
"All right," Barbara said, as weak and pliable as usual.
And David followed the others toward that big, white building without a word.
He kept glancing up at that fat finger, sticking up into the air. He wondered how anyone could think that something so gigantic and ugly could be, in any way, religious.
Inside the white building, he saw the young man again. Andy, he thought, remembering the soft young man's name. He wanted to stop and talk to Andy, but, when the blond kid saw the sisters enter the building with that balding man, he turned and moved quickly down the hallway. David wondered why that young man seemed so afraid of them. Perhaps, he thought, Andy was afraid of the entire world.
The sisters moved into a little waiting room, and the bald man motioned for Barbara and David to sit down. Then the man escorted Queen Elizabeth to a door and opened it and spoke to someone inside that next room.
"Preacher," the man said, "she is here to see you."
And Elizabeth smiled and moved into the room as the bald man closed the door behind her.
The office was big and filled with overstuffed, leather-covered furniture. Larry Caldwell stood up behind his huge, black desk and smiled at Elizabeth. He was overstuffed too. He had a big gut. But, when he shook Elizabeth's hand, she could tell that he was strong. She thought that he might be a former athlete gone slightly to seed. The man was nearly fifty, she thought, but he retained a youthful zest and a powerful bearing that made him seem very sexy to that young woman.
Elizabeth knew that she was powerful too. She controlled David and she controlled Barbara.
She felt as if she were being challenged in some way as the big man looked down on her and smiled.
"It is wonderful to see you, Sister," he said. "Just wonderful."
He led Elizabeth over to a big couch and they sat down there together.
"The man outside said that you had some plans for me and my sisters," she said softly.
Larry Caldwell leaned back and put his arms on the back of the couch. His stomach stood out in front of him like some kind of hard boulder on the seashore.
"Yes," he said, "I do, Sister, and I am happy that you are interested in talking to me. Let's be frank. The Moral Force of America needs new blood, new saints to talk to our people about sin. We have that White House aide, but people are getting tired of him. And we are having a lot of trouble with him because he refuses to admit that he did anything that was really wrong. He says that Washington is filled with vile and corrupt men and that he was just a little baby serpent when he worked there. People want to hear a sinner ask forgiveness from time to time, Sister. You should know that. People like to hear a person who had sinned admit it and beg for solace from a Christian body of saints. Yes, it makes the common people feel better when a big-time sinner falls on his knees and grovels before them. Makes them feel like singing."
"Yes," Libby said. She was not sure that she wanted to fall on her knees and grovel, but, she thought, she could always make Barbara and David do that. She could stand straight and powerful in front of those good, Christian folks, who wanted to see people destroyed in front of them.
"Course," the man said, "we have a former Miss America or two, but you know Miss Americas. If either one of them ever had her finger in a honey pot more than once, I would be surprised. We had that former student revolutionary, but he has turned vegetarian on us and we are going to have to get rid of him. I like meat, and I ain't going to have nobody tell me that I can't eat me a steak when I want one. We had a basketball player" too, but he was just tall. Could not speak worth a good goddamn. He just stood up there in front of the crowds and was tall. That got real boring after about a week or so."
"I can see that that would, Preacher," Libby said softly.
The preacher turned to Libby and grinned.
"Now I am not going to tell you that we are all saints here, Miss," the man said. "We are out for the money that we can get more than anything else."
When he said that, he smiled.
And Libby smiled too. She knew that the Preacher trusted her, and she felt that she had found one of her own.
Libby had always been out for the money too, and she could not think of one intelligent person who was not.
"We need you and your sisters," the Preacher said. "We need you and your sisters to sing a couple of gospel numbers with a little bit of sex appeal in them. I hear that that youngest sister, that Dani, can really belt out the sex from the stage. Is that right?"
"Oh, yes, Preacher," the woman said.
And she wondered what the Preacher would think if he knew that Dani, the sex symbol of the act, was really a guy.
But she stopped wondering about that when the Preacher continued telling Libby of his needs.
"We need you to sing a song or two and then you can all testify and tell the people about how you came to be moral people once more. Be sure and put in a lot of stuff about sex and drugs and liquor and swimming naked in Hollywood and shit like that. I know from experience that the people in Middle America just eat up that swimming naked in Hollywood stuff."
Libby had never swum naked anywhere, but she knew that she could make up some story that would please the crowds.
"Then you have to tell all of those people that you are really sorry for the lives that you lived."
"Sure, Dani and Barbara are real good about being sorry for stuff," Libby said.
"That is wonderful!" the Preacher shouted.
"How much?" Libby asked.
"What?"
"How much do we get for this little show we put on, Preacher?"
The man was silent for a moment. He put his fingers on his chin and looked at Libby.
He seemed to be sizing her up, so she gave him a hard and steady stare to let him know that she knew her way around business negotiations, that she would not come cheaply.
"Three thousand a week?" Larry Caldwell asked.
"Not enough. We want ten thousand," Libby said.
"Five?"
"Nope."
"Seven. That is my last offer. Seven thousand dollars a week."
Libby grinned.
She had been hoping for six thousand a week from this man. She winked at him.
"You got a deal, Preacher," she said.
And then the big man started to laugh. He leaned his head, back and laughed very loudly.
When the laughter was over, Larry Caldwell grinned at Libby.
"You remind me of my late wife, Trudy Jane," he said. "She knew how to drive a hard bargain too."
"Trudy Jane," Libby repeated softly.
"Yeah. Trudy Jane was pretty. She had nice, big tits like you have, and she was the only person who ever could stand up to me. I admired her for that, you see. I named this organization's financial arm after her, the Trudy Jane Caldwell Fund. She died having Andy. Bled like a stuck pig when that kid was born. Then she knew that she was not long for the world, she called me over to her bedside and she whispered to me. 'Larry," she said, 'watch out for the Jews and the movie stars.' I have followed her advice since that day. When she died, I cried and cried and cried and then I realized that she would want me to keep working for the Lord, to keep fighting the Jews and the movie stars and the Communists too. She did not mention Communists on her death-bed, of course, but I knew that she meant Communists. Most Communists are either Jews or movie stars. You know that, don't you? You aren't a Jew, are you?"
"No, not a Jew, and I never made a movie either," Libby said.
The Preacher grinned and looked at Libby's tits again. She knew that he wanted her, and she thought that it might be fun to fuck the preacher, to fuck that man who had so much power and who was so open with her about his needs.
"You sure do remind me of her," he said softly.
"You want to fuck me, Preacher?" Libby asked with a glint in her eye.
The man was silent for a moment. He just stared at her eyes and then down at her tits.
Finally, he said, "Sure would appreciate a fuck from a woman like you."
He was almost cordial, and, when he smiled, Libby knew that he was a very friendly preacher.
She moved close to the Preacher and she put her hands on his hands.
Then she drew his hands to her tits and left them there, let him massage her firm and sexy flesh through the sheer fabric of her dress. She had not worn a bra to this meeting. Libby did not even own a bra of her own. David owned bras, but Libby didn't.
The minister's meaty hands, moved over her tits and he smiled at her and murmured to her.
"Yeah, you sure do remind me of my wife. She had nice, big tits too and she was a saint, a real saint."
"I bet she was," the woman said, closing her eyes for a moment.
"She used to say that we had to make America great again," the Preacher muttered, still massaging Libby's tits as he remembered his late wife. "She said that we had to make this country like a bright, shining city on a hill. She had a way with words. She wrote most of my early sermons and told me that I had to go out and get those Jews and movie stars and Communists. Never mentioned Catholics, but I think that she knew that they were no good for America either. She used to say that Al Smith-"
Libby moved closer to the Preacher and he stopped talking.
That made the singer very happy. She did not want this man talking about some dead woman that he had married years before. She wanted that man to know that he was fucking her, Libby, and she wanted to remind the Preacher that she was alive and well and sitting right there on that couch next to him.
Libby moved her fingers over his head and messed his hair a little and then pressed her mouth against his.
The Preacher's breath smelled of mint, sweet mint.
But his mouth was firm and strong against hers and those hands, those strong hands, worked more diligently on her tits as Libby kissed him.
Libby could feel the power in those big hands.
But she felt something else too. She felt that she had a chance to fight that power and gain some of that power for herself. She had already made more money from the Preacher than she thought that she would have. She wanted some more of his big, firm power.
She ran her hand over the crotch of his trousers.
And she smiled.
She knew then how she was going to get some of that power in her.
In her mind, she saw that the Preacher's power, the power of a moral force in America, was in that cock. She whispered in the Preacher's ear.
"Fuck me," she said, breathing heavily. "Fuck me, Preacher. Give me your fucking moral force."
The man beamed at her. His brow was sweaty.
"Sure will do that," he said. "Sure will. You are something else, Little Lady. It is going to be one fine pleasure to fuck you."
Then Libby moved out of his grasp and stood up. She smiled down on him as she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. She continued to smile as she let that dress fall away and as she exposed her tits-her firm and big breasts-to the Preacher's eyes.'
"It is a shame that Hollywood is controlled by the Communists," the man muttered.
"Why is that, Preacher?"
"Cause you would have made one hell of a movie star, Little Lady."
And the big-titted woman stepped out of her dress and smiled at the Preacher.
"Thank you," she said.
She stood there in her pantyhose and her panties and her shoes.
And she turned around so that the Preacher could see all of her.
Then, when she was facing him again, she winked.
"Let's do it," she said. "Let's fuck for American morality."
Libby meant it to be a little joke, but she could see that the Preacher took it seriously.
The big man jumped up from the couch and started to pull off his clothes.
"Yes. Yes," he muttered. "We will fuck for good old American morality."
"Preacher, I really didn't mean it."
The preacher was taking off his tie when he looked at her with a mad stare.
"Sure you did," he said. "Sure you did, and I may even marry you for it."
That did not make much sense to the big-titted, young woman, so she closed her eyes and she thought about money.
There had not been very much money for the past few weeks, and she spent money like it was going out of style.
But now she was going to get money from this preacher and his organization. She would not even have to suffer the, shame of telling people about how sorry she was for her life of sin. She had already determined that Barbara and David would feel the real shame. She would just sing some songs with her sisters and then tell the audiences about how bad life in show business could be. She would mention drugs and liquor and cigarettes and sex. She would talk about those nude swimming parties and she would get those people all interested in sin. She would get their juices flowing and then she would make Barbara and David do the real confessing. She knew that the preacher did not mind who confessed, just as long as someone did.
As the minister pulled out his shirt, Libby looked at the gray chest hair that grew on his body. She looked at that massive chest too. The gut was big, but the chest seemed even bigger and Libby thought about the voice, the voice of religion that came booming out of that chest. She knew that that voice controlled the minds of millions of stupid people, people who turned on their television sets to find out what was wrong with America. And Larry Caldwell was always ready to tell them. Then he would tell those people that the only way that they could save America was to send their money into him. Libby had heard the money poured into that office in Little Rock, money from all over the North American continent. Larry Caldwell would send them cheap little books and tracts for their money and the people would be happy, knowing that that big man was looking out for the nation.
It was all rather stupid, Libby thought as she took off the rest of her clothes, but it was power, real and wonderful power, and she wanted part of that power in her.
When the minister was naked, she looked down under the gut and she saw the huge cock.
His dead wife had probably had a lot of fun with that thing, the young singer thought.
And Libby knew for certain that this was where the power was, hanging down there under Larry Caldwell's stomach. That cock hung like a piece of salami in a butcher's window, she thought. It seemed heavy with power.
"Sit down, Larry," she said, pointing to the couch.
Libby wanted to see if the minister-the powerful man with the booming voice-would follow her orders.
If he did, she thought, that would mean that she would have power, even over him.
And the religious leader did sit down on the couch and leaned back a bit and grasped his cock.
He started to stroke it as he looked at Libby and smiled and sweated.
She smiled too.
She knew that she had the power now, the real and wonderful power.
And feeling that power in her system, the naked singer went to her knees between the man's outstretched legs.
At first, that seemed sort of strange to Libby. She had the power, but she was going to kneel before the minister and go down on him. But then she realized that that cock was the fountain of power. She wanted some of that fountain in her mouth. She wanted to have that power spurting into her.
So, before she even touched the cock, she determined that she would suck on it until the minister came.
She wanted to taste the warm, male power and get it into her own body.
The big man still had his hands around his big cock. He was jerking on it as if it were a firehose and he was rushing to put out a blaze.
And Libby saw that he was sweating and shivering too. She wondered if it had been a long time since that man had actually had a mouth on his cock. Perhaps quite a while, she thought. Perhaps he had been faithful to his dead wife's memory for all of those years.
Libby put her fingers around the stiffening rock-hard cock and stroked it. She felt the strength and the power there and she smiled. She liked to think that she was even adding to that power, making it better and more spiritual.
Then Libby licked her lips and moved her face down over the cock. She took the tip of that cock into her mouth and she pressed her lips tightly around the base of the crown. She continued to stroke on the meat as she did that, and the Preacher, the man of God, mumbled to her with desire.
"Oh, that feels good. Suck that thing. It has been a long time since I have felt this good."
She opened her mouth and moved further down the rod and took more of it into her.
And then the man yelled out in passion at the young woman.
"Praise the Lord! That feels so fucking good!"
This was easy, Libby thought, an easy way to get more power.
She thought about the money too, that money that she would make from this man and his crusade against sin and communism. She started to work up and down on the rod as she thought about money. There was nothing like thoughts of wealth to make Libby want to suck a cock.
And this cock was clean and sweet-tasting and it pulsed in her lips.
Libby reached down under the prick and started to run the man's balls through her fingers.
"Praise Jesus!" the man shouted "Praise Jesus for this cock-sucking!"
Libby moved down further on the prick and felt the thing pulsing and battering against the back of her throat.
That felt good too, and she thought that it would take a really powerful young woman to deep-throat this cock. So she opened her throat and she moved closer to the man's clean, sweet-smelling body. She felt that big belly pressing against her forehead as she did that.
And she took that cock into her throat and felt the hair of the man's body under her nose.
The man became almost delirious with joy as he felt those lips as the base of his cock.
"Never!" he yelled. "Never before! Not even my sainted wife did that to me! My God, I feel born again!"
And then he stopped yelling and spoke to Libby like a real man, not a man of God at all, in a guttural growl.
"Suck that cock, woman," he said. "Suck it good until I come."
And then Libby started to move up and down on the rod again. She moved quickly and she played with the balls. She wanted that man to come. She wanted to feel that warm, powerful fluid running down her throat and leaping into her womanly system.
It seemed to the young woman as she sucked on the cock that she had never wanted anything more in her life. She wanted this even more than she wanted to spank her brother, the young man who wore dresses and panties for her.
Libby worked up and down on the cock as the Preacher jerked on that heavy, big couch.
She listened to him as he muttered to her with passion.
"Suck it. Suck that cock. Yeah, suck that thing. Suck it until I come. You are great. You have a great mouth. Even better than my sainted wife. She knew Communists but she could not suck cock like you can."
And then the man jerked one last time and the big belly seemed to harden until it was about to explode.
But the stomach did not explode at that moment.
His cock exploded.
Libby started to swallow with a regular motion as the Preacher spurted shot after shot of hot, steaming come down her throat. She took it all. She did not want to miss out on any of the power and the glory.
* * *
Later, Libby and Larry Caldwell came out of his office, and the preacher looked at the other two sisters. He saw the blonde one and he thought that she was pretty but she seemed weak, shy, a lot like Andy, he thought. His child had always been shy, as if Andy were afraid of shadows on the wall and would be for the rest of time.
But then Jerry Caldwell looked at the other sister, the dark-haired one in the black dress.
That was Dani, the one who had been the star of the group.
Larry Caldwell smiled at Dani and could tell why that young woman was a star. There was a manic sexuality to that form, that thin and sexy form, and there was also a weakness to the eyes. But this was a different kind of weakness, the Preacher thought, not like the weakness that he saw in the blonde sister.
If he had seen Barbara burning at the stake, he thought, he would have felt sorry for her.
But, if he had seen Dani burning at the stake, he would have whipped out his cock and beat out and come with the delicious sweetness of that weakness, that thing that had turned rock-and-roll audiences on.
Larry Caldwell knew that, now, that same thing would turn on his audiences, his religious audiences too.
"I think that we will have a lot of fun working together," the Preacher said in that booming voice.
And then the Preacher kissed Libby on the cheek and went back into his office.
He would leave it to the eldest of the sisters to explain to the other two what kind of deal had been wrought.
When they were alone in that little room, Barbara leaned forward and whispered the question to Libby.
"Did you, Libby? Did you?" she asked.
"Did I what?"
"Did you fuck him?"
"No, but I sucked his cock and let him come in my mouth."
David sat there and sighed. He should have known, he thought, that Libby would use her sexuality to get some power even over that big and booming man.
"How much are we making here?" he asked, trying to sound bored with all that sexual talk.
But he was really not bored at all. He was a little sickened by it, by the idea that not even that big man could stand up to Libby. If Larry Caldwell, the famous evangelist from Little Rock, bent under her power, David thought, then her own little brother in dresses would have no chance at all.
"Seven thousand a week," Libby said proudly.
"Seven thousand!" Barbara squealed. "Oh, Libby, you must have sucked his cock real good."
"Actually, I worked out the money before we even started," Libby said proudly.
And David sighed again.
Libby did not even have to suck a cock to get seven thousand dollars a week out of a man, he thought.
She got that money with her own negotiating talent and her power over all men.
David glanced at Barbara and wondered if he and his blonde sister would ever get out from under the rock that Libby had put over them. He doubted that they would. And then he thought about it a little more and he was not so certain that either of them really wanted to. They both loved their sister, and David wondered if either he or Barbara would know what to do if that young woman was not around to give them orders.
He realized that they both really depended on her for everything.
She was the boss.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Heavenly Sisters rented a house in Little Rock, Arkansas, to prepare their act for the crusades. They were due to start working with Larry Caldwell on the stages of auditoriums and in football arenas and on television in four weeks.
And, during that time that they were preparing for their debut as religious personalities, they spent a lot of time at the minister's church, talking over details of their act with the musicians that the minister had hired to work with him. David was surprised and comforted to find that the musicians who worked with the minister were just like other musicians that they had worked with when they, were big in rock-and-roll. Whenever those musicians were around, the sweet smell of marijuana filled the air.
But David developed an interest in Andy Caldwell too.
He often saw the young man running from one office to another. He was not certain what Andy Caldwell really did there at the church, but it seemed that the young, blond man did next to nothing, that he spent most of his time hiding from people and trying to keep from looking at anyone when they passed him in the hallways of the big building.
And then one day David was wandering those hallways when he heard the minister himself yelling at the young, blond boy.
David turned a corner and saw the two of them standing there in the hallway. Larry Caldwell towered over his tiny son and he was screaming at him. David backed up and moved around the corner so that he would not be seen. But he listened to what the Preacher was saying.
"You killed your mother by being born! You know that! I have told you that a thousand times! You killed that sainted woman! And now you are nothing but a weakling! How do you ever expect to take over for me when the Lord calls me home?"
The young man did not answer. In fact, David did not hear the young man. say anything at all.
David glanced around the corner and saw the huge bulk of Larry Caldwell walking down the hallway in the opposite direction. And then David saw that young Andy was standing there with tears in his blue eyes. The father had made his young son cry like a child.
David suddenly hated the minister who had treated his son in such a brutal way.
David knew that Andy Caldwell was in an even worse condition than David was himself.
Libby treated David brutally sometimes and made him wear dresses and act like a woman, but she never accused her little brother of murdering anyone. David had heard the story from Libby. Jerry Caldwell's wife had died after giving birth to this boy, and the man obviously blamed his son for his own loneliness here on earth. But David wondered what right Larry Caldwell had to be lonely now, to be yelling at his son and saying all those brutal things. Now Libby went to his office every afternoon and sucked him and fucked him. The Preacher had a fine, old time with Libby. He probably did not even think that much about his dead wife any longer.
As Andy Caldwell stood there in the middle of the hallway and cried, David felt his heart go out to the young man.
And David knew that he would have to go to that little blond and comfort the kid.
David moved down the hallway quietly. He was right next to Andy before the boy even knew that he was there.
"He is an ogre," David hissed in his feminine voice. As usual, David was dressed that day as a woman, as Dani, the little sister of the singing act. He was wearing a black skirt and a ruffled, white blouse. He looked a little bit like a secretary in an insurance firm, he thought.
When Andy Caldwell heard David's voice, he jumped and backed up, but the young man in the dress reached out and touched Andy's thin shoulder.
"I want to help you," David said to Andy. "I am Dani. You remember me?"
The blond did not speak at all. He just nodded his head.
David looked into those eyes, those blue, tear-filled eyes, and he knew that he would have to do something to get revenge on Larry Caldwell. That man was even worse than Libby, and he deserved to be humiliated publicly for what he did to his own son.
"Can we go somewhere and talk?" David asked.
Andy said nothing. He was still frightened of this small and sexy woman that he saw in front of him.
The young man seemed frozen there in the hallway, frozen by fear because Dani was touching him.
"Let's go back to my house, Andy," David said. "I want to talk to you. I want to help you."
"But your sisters-" the young kid mumbled.
"Don't worry about them. Barbara and Libby are both gone this afternoon. They will not disturb us."
Barbara was out buying some stuff in downtown Little Rock, and David knew how his sister was when she went shopping. She spent the whole afternoon buying clothes and trying them on. She loved pretty clothes even more than David did.
And Libby was probably waiting for Larry Caldwell even at that moment, in the minister's office.
But David did not want to mention that to the young fellow.
He wanted to give the blond solace, not more hurt and pain.
"Let's go to my house," David said. "I will drive you there. I have a car here today. Let's go. Come on."
He put his arm around Andy's thin shoulders and he started to walk toward a door that would lead outside. David thought that Andy would feel better once they got outside. Those winding hallways seemed to trap everyone in them and make them captives of the Reverend Larry Caldwell.
Andy went along with the man who was dressed as a woman.
But the movements that Andy made were weak and slow, as if he were being taken prisoner.
Didn't he understand? David thought about that question. Didn't this kind understand that he was trying to help him, to free him from captivity.
David opened that door and walked out into the Little Rock sunshine with the little, blond guy. :
As they stood on the walkway beside the church, Andy turned and looked up at David.
It was then that David realized that to Andy, he was Dani, a female. He did not think that it was right for him to have his arm around Andy in that way. David pulled his arm away from the blond kid and then he looked into those blue eyes and he wondered if Andy had ever been alone with a girl before, if that was what was frightening Andy more than anything else.
David opened his mouth to try to put that thought into words, but another question came out.
"How old are you, Andy?"
"Eighteen," the young blond muttered in a soft and weak voice.
Eighteen, David thought. David was only nineteen himself.
He wanted to be Andy's friend. It had been a long time since he had had a male friend, he thought, a buddy. But then David remembered again that he was dressed as a girl, that Andy and everyone else around that church thought that he was a girl. Would it be possible for him to have a male friend and retain his feminine masquerade? He wondered.
And he remembered that Libby had been the one who had dressed him up like a girl in the first place.
Sure, David thought, he liked it in a way, but he hated his sister at that moment more than he had ever hated her before.
She had ruined so much for him when she had put him in panties and dresses, he thought.
But if he could help Andy, David reasoned, he might still gain a buddy, a pal. He knew that Andy would not try to rape him or anything. The blond, young man was too frightened to do something like that. David knew that, even as a girl, he was safe with this kid.
"Come on, Andy," the young man in the dress said. "Let's go to my place and have a talk."
When they were in the car, when they were headed for David's house, Andy spoke again in that soft and sweet voice of the truly defeated.
"He is not an ogre," the young man said softly.
"What?" David asked.
"My father is not an ogre. My mother died giving birth to me. He misses her a lot, and he had a plan for his life and his son's life too. I have to try to fit into that plan."
"What is his plan for your life?"
"I am to carry on the fight against communism and immorality when he is gone."
"Gone where?"
"When he is dead," Andy explained in a choking voice.
It was obvious to David that the young man did love his father, the man who had given him so much abuse, just as David loved Libby, his sister. It was strange, David thought. You always seem to love the one who hurts you the most.
David drove on, trying to figure out that concept of human relationships.
But there did not seem to be any answer for that strange phenomenon of love.
When they got the house that the sisters had rented for their stay in Little Rock, Andy just sat there in the car for a long time. David sat there with him and looked at the young blond.
"It is not right for me to go in there," Andy finally said.
"Why not?"
"There are things that you do not understand about me, Dani," Andy said.
David winced a little when the young man called him by that feminine name.
He would never have the chance to get a buddy, he thought if Andy kept thinking that he was a girl.
"I want to understand some things, Andy," David said, touching the young man's shoulder. "I want to understand just as much as I can. I want to be your friend."
"If you knew all the things that were true about me," Andy said softly, "you would think that I was a freak."
"No, I would not think that," David-Dani-assured the young man.
The blond turned and looked David in the eye. His voice was more firm when he said, "I am not a freak, Dani. I am what my father wants me to be. I cannot help it if I did not come out the way that he wanted at first. I cannot help it if I killed my mother so that she could not have any more children."
David did not know what the young man was talking about, but he looked at Andy and tried to communicate his friendship with that stare, that soft and sweet stare.
"There are things about me too, Andy," he said, "things that no one else knows except for my sisters. If you tell me your secrets, I will tell you mine. That way, we can be real friends. We will really know each other."
David had determined to do it without even thinking about the situation.
He was going to tell this young blond fellow that he was a guy too.
David was not sure how Andy-the son of a fundamentalist minister-would react to that news.
But David knew that that was a chance that he had to take.
Andy just looked at him for a second and then, slowly, the young blond started to smile.
"All right," Andy said softly. "All right. We will exchange deep secrets."
And David thought that he could sense it even then, the relief that had come into Andy's eyes now that the blond knew that he was going to get to share something with some other human being.
"Who goes first?" David asked.
Andy shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath.
"I will," he said. "I will tell you my secret first."
"All right."
"But you promise that you will not think that I am a freak," Andy said, just to make sure.
"I promise," the dark-haired youth in the dress said. "I promise, Andy. I want to be your friend."
There was silence there in that car for just a few seconds.
David knew that Andy was working up his courage, his trust in another human being.
Andy had probably never trusted another person in all of his eighteen years, David thought.
The act of trusting would heal some of the wounds that the young blond carried with him. David was certain of that.
And then Andy opened his mouth and said it softly.
"I am not a guy at all, Dani."
There was more silence in that car as David tried to understand what the boy had said.
Could it possibly be true? Could David be sitting there with the opposite of himself, a girl who dressed as a boy?
"You are-" David muttered.
"I am a girl," Andy said. "My real name is Andrea. That is what is on my birth certificate, but my father raised me as a son because he wanted a son to take over when he died. He wanted a son so badly, and he told everyone else that I was his son, not his daughter. For a long time, I thought that I was a boy, and then, when I found out that I was a girl, I just sort of folded up inside. My father said that I was never supposed to reveal my true identity to anyone. Just my father and an old nurse who took care of me when I was young. They were the only ones that knew it."
David sat there in stunned silence for a moment.
He felt a glee inside of him. He knew that he and Andy-Andrea-had something very beautiful that they could share.
But, when he said nothing, the blonde girl panicked.
"I knew it!" she yelled. "I knew that you would think that I was a freak!"
And she started to cry, to weep out all of her anger and her loss.
David reached out and pulled Andrea to him and held her tight against his blouse.
"I don't think you are a freak, Andrea," he said, using her real name. "I am like you in so many ways."
She continued to cry until he said the name again.
"Andrea. Andrea. That is a very pretty name."
When he said that, the girl suddenly stopped crying. David realized that he was using his masculine voice then, the one that he rarely used any longer.
She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.
"Say it again," she pleaded.
"What?"
"My name. My real name. Say it and let me know who I am."
David smiled.
"Andrea. Andrea. Andrea," he said. "That is a very pretty name."
And then David knew that it was her turn. He had to reveal his hidden secret too. He was almost anxious to do it.
"Andrea," he said softly, "I am a guy. My name is David."
The girl just sat there and looked at him. She touched the tie that she wore.
"You are joking with me," she said. "You are trying to make me think that I am some kind of fool."
"No," David assured her. "I am not joking. My name is David and I am a guy. My sisters needed a third girl for their singing act more than a year ago and they dressed me up and put me in the act with them. It was Libby's idea. She is very forceful. I could not stand up to her."
"You are a guy?" Andrea said softly.
David lifted up his black skirt and reached out and took Andrea's trembling hand. He put that hand on the bulge in his panties, his white, girlish panties.
When she felt that bulge, Andrea shivered. But she kept her hand there on the panties and soon she was smiling at David, smiling with warmth and love in her eyes.
And then David reached out and took the girl in his arms and pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly.
He was dressed as a girl, in a skirt and blouse and panties. She was dressed as a guy, in a black suit and white shirt and black tie. His hair was long and dark. Her hair was short and blonde. But, as they kissed, there was no question which one was the male and which one was the female. David tightened his hold on Andrea and she opened her soft lips to his tongue as they kissed.
When that kiss was over, Andrea pulled away from the young man in the dress and looked at him.
She whimpered a little bit and she moved her head to one side.
As he studied her, David thought that she looked just like a girl, a very pretty girl. He did not know why he had not suspected that before. Now that he knew that she was a female, it seemed that she could be nothing else, not with that soft look in her eyes and those soft and girlish moves that she made.
"Come into the house with me, Andrea," he said, reaching out and taking her hand.
"I had never even kissed a boy before today," she said softly.
But the tone of her voice told David that she meant to do more than just kiss him, that she wanted to fuck him too. David felt very proud. Andrea really did trust him, he thought, and he had more than a buddy. He had a girlish lover this afternoon. As he looked into the blonde's blue eyes, he knew that he felt a great love for her too. She was different from his sisters, and she was different from those other women from his past. Part of it was her softness and her tenderness and the way that she trusted him. But there was more to it than that, David thought. He looked at the girl in her boy's suit and he knew that he would never find another girl with which he could share so much, that he would never find another girl who would understand him as well as Andrea could.
Her father had made her a make-believe boy. His sister had made him a make-believe girl.
And something else, something more powerful, had made them for each other, David felt.
The two teen-agers got out of the car and walked, hand in hand, to the house.
When they were in the house, they went directly to David's bedroom. In that bedroom, David opened his two closets and revealed the two sides of his personality. One closet was filled with dresses and other girlish things. The other one was filled with jeans and regular shirts and things that guys wear.
She giggled as she glanced from one closet to another and then she took off her suit jacket.
When she loosened her tie and unbuttoned her collar, David reached out and touched the front of her white, starched shirt. She sighed when he did that, when he felt the sexy, little tits that she had kept hidden so long.
Andrea threw her head back and whimpered to David.
"I do want to fuck you, David. I do want to trust you, my love."
She had called him her love. David caught that and felt warm inside. He took his hands off her shirt and he stepped across the room. "Let's strip for each other at the same time," he said.
And Andrea nodded her head and grinned at him.
She started to unbutton her shirt and David started to unbutton his blouse.
When they were both naked from the waist up, they stopped and they looked at each other. David looked at Andrea's soft, little tits, and Andrea looked at David's firm, thin chest. They smiled at each other. Then they moved out of their shoes. Andrea opened her trousers and pushed them down as the same time that David pushed down his skirt and stepped out of it.
Then they stood and looked at each other. Andrea was wearing boxer shorts and David was wearing panties.
David wondered why they both did not start to giggle at the sight of each other. And then he thought that the love, the common love that they felt for each other, kept them from laughing.
You did not laugh, David remembered, when you were trusting another person with your deepest secret.
David ran his hand over the crotch of his panties, over that bulge that she had already touched.
Andrea moved her hand over the front of her boxer shorts, but she had no bulge at all.
Then she smiled and tilted her head and made a little joke.
"Sorry," she said, "I don't have what you have in your panties, David."
The young man in the panties chuckled warmly.
"That's okay," he said. "I don't have what you have in those boxer shorts either, Andrea."
And then the two young people moved to show each other just what they had.
Andrea put her fingers in the waist-band of her boxer shorts and David put his hands in the waistband of his panties and they pushed those garments down at the same time. They stepped out of them and they stood there naked and looked at each other.
Andrea had soft, blonde pussy hair growing above her sweet hole. David liked that. And he reached down and massaged his cock, pulling on it as Andrea slowly walked toward him.
She stood naked in front of him and looked up at him. She seemed so girlish now, he thought, and he felt very manly to be naked in the presence of this very feminine thing.
"Let me," she said softly. "I have never touched one before."
And David took his hand off his cock and Andrea put her soft fingers around it.
She massaged the cock with a slow and rhythmic motion of her hand and she glanced down at the tool.
"If I had had one of those," she said sadly, "my father would have been so much happier with me."
David did not want her to talk about her father and her sense of tragedy at being a girl.
He did not want Andrea to be sad with him now.
He touched her face and pulled it up so that she was looking again into his eyes.
He knew that he was still wearing a little make-up, but that did not make any difference. He felt like a man in her presence and he knew that Andrea was looking into his eyes and seeing the masculinity there too.
"I am very happy that you were born a girl, Andrea," the young man said.
And he lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly as she continued to play with his stiffening cock. When that kiss was over, she sighed and turned and looked at the bed.
"Have you ever fucked a girl before, David?" she asked.
"Yes," the young man said.
He did not think that he should tell her just how many he had fucked. That might intimidate her, he thought. And he would not tell her that he had fucked both of his sisters regularly for the past year. She might think that that was truly perverted.
And he did not want Andrea to think ill thoughts about him.
He just wanted her to know that she would be safe in his arms on this Little Rock afternoon.
She looked up into his eyes again and she spoke the words that were like music to David.
"Fuck me," she said. "Show me what it is like to be a real woman, David."
"I will, Andrea," he said.
She took her hand off his cock and the two of them held hands as they walked to the bed.
They moved onto that bed together and they lay there and looked at each other and smiled.
And then David pulled Andrea to him and they kissed passionately.
"Let yourself go, Andrea," the boy said after that kiss was over. "Just hold me and touch me and flow with it. It is the most natural thing in the world, really."
And that seemed to ease some of the blonde's tension. She did let herself go.
She ran her fingers up and down David's body and he watched those fingers and saw that she thrilled the muscles of his body, made him feel more manly than he had felt in a long time. He looked down on his flesh and he did not think of himself as a girl.
He was a man, all man, with Andrea touching him like this.
And they kissed and they lay on their sides and touched each other and they moved toward each other.
They flowed on that bed. They floated on their lust for each other.
Andrea was so soft, he thought. It had been a long time since he had felt a woman as soft as this little blonde. He thought that she was really even softer that Barbara, his weak sister.
And David remembered just how much he and this young woman really had in common and that made him feel warm.
He kissed her face tenderly and then he pushed her back on the bed and he started to work on her gently, started to thrill her and prepare her for the first fucking of her life.
He wanted to make that first fucking mean the world to that girl.
She had suffered so much from her father, David thought.
The young man wanted to repay her for all that suffering, all that pain that she had felt.
He understood that pain. He had felt some of the same kind of pain himself, but he knew in his heart that Libby had never been as cruel or as brutal with him as Andrea's The girl tensed her body and sighed again as David moved his mouth down to the top of her soft tits.
He used his tongue on that tender flesh there and the blonde put her fingers on his head and ran those fingers through his long hair.
"I love it, David," she said. "I love everything that you are doing to me. Do some more. Please, do some more to me, David. Make me feel like a real girl."
And David had every intention of doing just that, making her feel just like a real girl.
David moved down the bed and kissed one of Andrea's pink, sweet nipples. That nipple was bumpy with excitement. He licked the nipple and made it even more excited. The girl gasped when he licked her like that and tossed on the bed. She whimpered to him in joy.
"My pussy is flooding with juices, David," she said. "My cunt is filling up and I think that I am going to burst. Is this what it feels like to be a girl, David? This feels wonderful. Is this what it feels like to be a girl?"
David, who often dressed as a girl, did not really know for certain. But he suspected that that was just the way that a girl should feel when she was getting ready for her first fuck.
David looked up and caught Andrea's eye and smiled and nodded his head. Then he went back to licking and sucking on her nipple as she murmured to him.
"I love it, David. I really do. I love it. I love it. I love it."
As David sucked on that nipple, he moved his hand down her body and felt the sweet tension of lust there.
And then he moved his fingers between her legs as she spread those legs wide for him.
He touched the lips of Andrea's pussy and he did feel the warm wetness there. He thought that it was so wonderful that nature prepared a girl to fuck in this way. Her own juices were taking over. David dressed like a girl, but he knew that he did not have those juices. Nature was working on him in a different, a male way.
As he licked and sucked on her nipple and felt her wet pussy lips, he also felt his cock getting harder and harder and he knew that that was the way that nature had of telling him that he was really a male.
The panties that he wore made no difference. The dresses and the sexy outfits that Libby dressed him in made no difference. What did make a difference was that he had a cock and he could use that cock to show Andrea just how it felt to be a girl, a real girl.
David took his mouth off the nipple and moved down further on the little blonde's body.
He kissed and licked the soft and excited flesh of her stomach as she continued to rub his head and give voice to her feelings about the things that he was doing to her.
"I love it, David. I love it. This is what it really feels like to be a girl."
David stabbed her navel with his tongue and tasted the sweetness there.
She sighed with passion when he did that to her and jerked a little bit.
But she trusted him and his manliness. He knew that and that made him feel even more manly.
By then, the girl was covered with perspiration, the excited perspiration of first lust.
David licked up some of that wetness on her flesh and he found it tangy and sweet to his tongue.
Then he moved down even further on her body and he smelled that wonderful aroma that came from her twat.
David ran his tongue through the blonde hair above her cunt, pressing down hard so that she could feel that tongue movement within her body.
And Andrea sighed and tossed on the bed and spread her legs wide. She spoke to David.
"I love it. I know what it is like to be a girl now. I never want to be a boy again."
David thought about that as he licked her body. He looked up and saw the way that her arms were tossed back over her head. The hair under her arms was like soft down, he could see.
She did not want to be a boy any longer. She wanted to be a girl. David knew that he would have to help her keep her femininity. That would mean that he would have to challenge her father, and he wondered if he could do that. He had not even been able to challenge his own sister when she had forced him into girl's clothing.
But he moved between Andrea's outstretched legs and he knew that he would have to try to challenge her father.
He owed that much to Andrea for the good feelings that she was giving him at that moment and for everything that they had in common.
He felt his cock grow sturdy under him as he licked the warm juices from the lips of her pussy.
And he knew that he was ready to fuck and he knew that she was ready to fuck too.
When they started to fuck, David thought, there would be no mistaking which one was the male and which one was the female. He smiled up at Andrea and moved up on his knees between her legs.
She looked down and she saw the way that his prick jutted out from his body and her blue eyes got big.
"Does that hurt, David, to be swollen up like that?" she asked.
"No, Andrea," the young man said with a smile. "It feels great."
"I would not know," she muttered. "I was never a real boy, you know."
"I know," the young man said.
And then they just looked into each other's eyes.
"Are you going to fuck me now, David?" she asked.
"Yes, and I should warn you that it will hurt when I first go in. It always hurts the first time, but that is just part of being a girl. After the first bit of pain, it will be good."
The girl closed her eyes for a moment and tensed the muscles in her sweet, feminine face.
"All right, David," she said. "I am ready."
And the young man knew that she was ready. She was ready to take everything that he had to offer her.
David put his hands under her sweet, rounded, girlish ass, and he lifted her slightly.
He knew that it would hurt her when he first went into her and he decided that he would just do it quickly and forcefully, manfully.
That way the pain would be quick and sharp and then over with, he thought.
He put his cock at the lips of her pussy and trembled as he felt the warmth of that hole on his cockhead.
And then he shoved the thing into her like a battering ram, and Andrea squealed.
He felt the ripping inside of her and he knew that that was natural. He felt the new warmth of blood on his cock and he knew that that was natural too. Everything seemed to be natural to him now, now that he was with that girl who wanted to be nothing more than a girl, who did not want to be a boy at all.
He kept his cock buried deep inside of her and let the pain rush through her. When he felt her relax, David leaned forward and pulled her legs up. She moved them around his body and the real fucking, the solid and sweet fucking, started.
He was the male and she was the female. There could be no mistake about that, he thought.
And then Andrea opened her eyes and smiled up at him and David leaned down and kissed her quickly as he fucked her pussy.
"This feels great," she murmured. "I want to be a girl forever now. I never want to be a boy again."
David grinned and felt very proud of himself and he worked his cock in and out of her sweetness.
He knew that there would be trouble with her father. He knew that he would have to stand up to that man and tell him to treat his sweet daughter like a girl, not a boy.
But he thought that he could do it now, now that Andrea had fucked him and trusted him.
She had given him strength that he had never felt before and David could feel his chest expand with that masculine strength as he fucked her.
The little blonde sighed and rocked under him and David looked down on her and said it.
"I love you, Andrea. I want you with me forever."
She looked up and she did not speak. She did not have to say anything to him. The look in her soft, blue eyes told him that she would stay with him forever, forever and a day.
David continued to fuck her and he picked up speed and she started to move with him and fuck him back just like a girl should.
And the young man wondered if he still wanted to be a girl. He might still dress up in panties from time to time, he thought. There was nothing really wrong with that. But he was certain of one thing. He would not be his sisters' sister in public ever again.
Andrea's blue eyes had given him the strength that he needed. Now he knew that he would be able to stand up even to Libby.
And he fucked her and sighed and his voice rumbled out of his throat as he felt that manly glee.
"Oh, Andrea, your pussy is so tight and so wet and so sweet. I love your girlish cunt."
And Andrea answered him too, answered him as David felt his balls spasming with the eruption of come into that girl that he loved so much now.
"Oh, David," she said, "your cock is so hard and so strong and so manly. I love your manly cock."
And then David started to come. He gasped and thrust his cock back into her pussy and she yelped and tightened her legs around him. He knew that his warmth, his male warmth, was spreading inside of her.
And he could tell by the way that she was smiling as he came inside her that she loved his warmth and loved being a real girl now for the first time in her life.
After he had come, David pulled out of the girl's cunt and rolled over beside her and kissed her.
Then he held her close and she smiled at him and he smiled at her.
They were together like that when they heard the young woman's voice snarl at them.
"Well, who is this blonde bitch, David?"
CHAPTER SIX
It was Libby, of course.
She was standing at the door of the bedroom with a drink in her hand, but David could tell when he first looked at her that she did not need that drink at all. He could tell that she was already drunk. Libby and the Preacher usually got drunk together in the afternoons now, another sin to add to the sin of their fucking.
And Barbara was standing behind Libby. She was looking at the young man and the young woman on the bed too.
And Barbara kept glancing at Libby. She knew that David was in trouble now.
David knew that Barbara would not be able to help him either. He held Andrea close to him and he looked up at his sister. He knew that he would have to find the courage within himself to stand up to Libby this time, but he felt himself shivering and he knew that that courage would be hard to find. For as long as he could remember, Libby had been in control of him.
"Answer my question, you little bitch," Libby snarled. "Who is this blonde bitch?"
"Libby," David said, trying to sound manly but hearing that feminine voice when he spoke, "you know that I fuck other girls. You know that I-"
"Shut up with that shit!" Libby yelled.
And the dark-haired sister staggered toward the bed and looked down at Andrea.
The blonde held David closer and tighter, as if he were trying to burrow down under his skin and hide herself there. She was shivering too, and David could feel his naked body jar against hers as they both lay there, naked and in fear.
"Who are you?" Libby yelled at Andrea.
And that soft voice came out, cracking as she spoke.
"Andy Caldwell," she said. "I am Andy Caldwell."
Libby staggered back in surprise and then she yelled, "Bullshit! Andy Caldwell is a boy!"
Barbara was looking at the girl, studying her. David could see that. Neither of his sisters could really believe that he was in bed with a girl that they had assumed was just a weak, little boy. They could not believe that at all.
Then David found his voice too and he spoke to his sister.
"She is not Andy Caldwell," he muttered. "She is Andrea Caldwell. Andrea, Libby. That is her name. She is a girl, not a boy."
"But-" Libby muttered.
"And I am a boy, not a girl," David said in a firm tone.
Libby just stood there for a moment and David knew that she was trying to figure all of this stuff out.
She downed the drink and reached back with the glass. Barbara, like the perfect serving girl, took the glass from her sister.
David found more words that he wanted to say to his dark-haired sister and he said them.
"Your new boyfriend did the same thing to his daughter that you did to me. He tried to act like she was a boy just as you try to make believe that I am a girl. Well, Libby, neither of us, neither Andrea nor I, will stand for it any longer. We like being who we are and we are in love."
David's voice was now the more masculine tone, the one that he had used before this whole ordeal with his sisters had started. He held Andrea close to him and stared up at Libby.
That voice, that manly voice, echoed in Libby's head. The dark-haired sister tried to figure out what she was going to do about this. She looked down at her brother and the blonde and she knew that she would have to figure something out. She did not give a shit that Andy Caldwell was really Andrea Caldwell. That was nothing to her. But she had to keep David in panties. She had to make sure that he stayed Dani for a little while longer. She knew that he was the most important member of their singing group. If he took off his panties and hung them up and refused to wear them on stage, ever again, the career of the singing Heavenly Sisters was fucking over. Libby could not stand that. She wanted the money, and she knew that she and Barbara could never make that kind of money working alone. Dani-David-was the key to the act. She knew that now, and she had to keep that key deep in her own pocket.
Libby looked back at Barbara too and she understood that, if she left David get away with this rebellion, Barbara would be the next one to rebel. She would find the strength too and she would tell Libby that she wanted to do things her way for a while. Libby would not be able to stand that. She liked having power, having control over her brother and her sister.
No!
That was not right! her brain yelled.
Her sisters! She had no brother! David did not exist to her now! He was Dani! Dani! Dani!
She needed Dani with her there on that stage in order to make her money from Larry Caldwell!
As she thought about the money and the way that David was trying to leave the act, she became furious. It was as if she had come in and found her little sister going through her purse, trying to steal money from Libby, the one who sacrificed so much for that girl.
Libby yelled with that fury and that heat in her brain.
"You fucking slut! You fucking, little bitch of a sister!"
And the dark-haired sister leaned down and pushed the blonde off Dani and grabbed her little sister's long hair and dragged the bitch off the bed.
Andrea looked at the way that David was suffering for her, and she thought that she must be some kind of curse on him.
She had always been a curse, the blonde thought, for she had killed her mother by being born.
And she now was giving David pain because she wanted to be a girl, not a boy as her father wanted her to be.
She thought that it was strange, but she thought that her father might have been right all the time.
"David," she whispered, very softly as she saw the naked, young man hit the floor, "David, I am sorry."
She felt guilty. She felt as if she were the cause for all the trouble in the world. And she lay there on the bed and she started to cry with all of that guilt in her system.
David tumbled onto the floor and lay there. Libby kicked him in the side with her fury.
"You little bitch," she snarled. "You little maggot of a whore. You fuck me, and you can fuck Barbara. But don't go dragging some other whore in here and saying that you are a boy. You are not a man and you are not a male. You are a girl, a little bitch of a fucking girl, Dani."
She kept kicking David, and the young man turned with the kicks, rolling on the floor.
Then Libby saw the panties that were lying there on the floor and she knew that they were Dani's panties.
She reached down and picked them up and threw them at Dani.
"Put these on!" she yelled. "Cover your fucking whore cunt, you worthless bitch!"
The white panties landed on David's face. He lay there and did not move. He was in too much pain, physical and emotional pain, to move. He did not want to be a girl any longer, not in public, not with his sisters. He wanted to be a man. But he knew that his sister was very strong and he thought that it had all been a dream, a fantasy. He would never have the courage to stand up to his sister, let alone Andrea's father, who was a real man, a big man, a powerful man.
David lay there on the floor with those panties on his face and he just wanted to die.
"I am sorry," he muttered, to no one in particular.
"Put those panties on, you fucking, little whore," Libby snarled again.
And then David started to move. He could not help himself. He just was not strong enough to battle Libby.
He took the panties off his face and sat up slowly, feeling the pain where his sister had kicked him.
He lifted his leg and he started to put the white panties on.
Andrea saw that through her tears and she thought that he might be right, that it would be better if he put on the dress and she put on the suit, if they never spoke to each other again.
But she wanted to say good-bye to the young man who had given her so much pleasure.
So she said it loudly enough for him to hear her.
"Good-bye, David. Good-bye. Good-bye."
When the young man heard that, he stopped moving again. He had not put the panties on yet.
And he looked at the weeping blonde on the bed. He did not want to say good-bye to that girl.
She had made him feel better than any other female had ever made him feel, even back in the days before he had discovered the joys of panties and dresses.
He looked at her and he thought of the name that she had called him-David.
He was David!
And she was Andrea!
Nature had made them that way and no one, not Libby and not Larry Caldwell, should change nature.
He glanced up at his dark-haired sister and he felt the strength rising in his body.
The love that Andrea had given him, the way that she had trusted him, the wonder of the sex that they had shared, all of those things went together to give him the strength that he needed.
It was a male strength and he would use it to do battle with Libby. He pulled the panties off his foot and threw them up at Libby and snarled at her for the first time in his life.
"You wear them, Libby. You wear them. You are the girl. I am a guy. I am a man."
And then he moved quickly, jumping to his feet and pushing Libby back against the wall.
When she raised her hand to slap him, he was too quick for her. He grabbed that hand with one of his own.
And then he slapped his sister hard across the face.
"I am a man, damn it, Libby!" he screamed. "And Andrea is a woman and we are in love!"
The sister started to hiss something at the man and David slapped her again. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her across the room and threw her into a chair next to the bed.
"I am a man!" he screamed.
And then he heard another female yell from behind him. He recognized the voice and he smiled when he heard the words.
"He is a man, Libby! He is a fucking man and he is a good man too!"
It was Barbara, the weak and blonde sister, the soft sister who was now building up some backbone, David thought.
The rebellion against Libby would be complete now.
The dark-haired sister just sat there in that chair and looked up at her brother.
She did not know what to do. She did not know what had gotten into her family.
"But we have an act," she muttered, "and you are a part of that act, Dani. You are the most important part of that act."
Dani!
The name exploded in David's head and he slapped his sister again.
"Not Dani, you bitch! David! David! David! My name is David!"
"His name is David, Libby!" Barbara yelled.
"And my name is Andrea, not Andy at all," the blonde on the bed muttered as she touched her own naked tit.
Libby felt lost. She felt all the money drying up. She did not want to the be poor.
But she looked up at David now and she saw their father there, the man who had been too strong for her, the crazy preacher who had thrown them all out of the house.
She had not been able to fight her father, and she knew now that she would not be able to fight David either. He was his father's son and the strength was there.
But David was not finished with his sister yet. He thought of all that she had done to him over the years.
He thought in particular of that spanking that she had given him. That spanking had frightened and confused him. Now he wanted to repay her, and frighten and confuse her too.
He backed up from the chair and gave his older sister an order.
"Get your fucking clothes off, Libby," he said firmly, using that male voice that had never seemed so male before.
"What?"
"Get your clothes off, Libby," Barbara said. "David wants it and I want it too."
David glanced back and smiled at his other sister, proud of her for showing some strength just as he was doing.
Libby looked at them both, first at her naked brother and then at her blonde sister.
She knew that she could not battle them both. She slowly stood up and she started to unbutton her blouse.
David was a little surprised that she gave in so easily, a little surprised when she actually started to take her clothes off.
But he felt proud and happy and manly as he saw his sister bare her sexy tits.
As Libby stripped, David tried to figure out how he felt about this ordeal that he was going to put his sister through. He had to admit that he did care for Libby in a strange way, that he did love her. He had also loved the imprisoned feeling that she had given him when she had forced him to do things. But it had finally gone too far. When he was finished with Libby this afternoon, he thought, he could possibly love her again, perhaps even fuck her again from time to time. But he looked at the blonde on the bed and he knew that his main love would go to Andrea. He would love his sister, but he would be Andrea's lover. And there would be difference. As Libby took off her clothes, David stared at her and thought that she had taken it just a bit too far. She would have to be punished now. Then she would be a better sister. He thought that she would respect him as a man when he was finished with his punishment of her.
When Libby was naked, she stood in front of her body and kept her eyes on the floor.
She was like a slave in front of a young prince, he thought, and that was the way that it should be.
She had to realized that he was a real man. She had been the queen for two long and now she had to realize that her subjects-Barbara and David-were human too and noble and fine and filled with human ideals.
It would be a glorious revolution, the younger brother thought.
But, when his sister was naked and standing before him, David was suddenly confused. He was not certain how he would go about making his revolution. He had no plans really. He had not expected her to give in so quickly to his demands and he had had no time to make plans.
And then he remembered the spanking that she had given him when he had been just a boy.
That had been one of the worst things that Libby had ever done to him, perhaps the worst thing.
And, when David thought of that spanking, that terrible deed, he knew just how he was going to get his revenge.
He sat down on the edge of the bed for a second and then he saw his own hairbrush on the bureau.
She had used a hairbrush on him so many years before, he thought.
She deserved the hairbrush too, that cruel and brutal hairbrush on her bare, womanly ass.
And David stood up and walked across the room and picked up the hairbrush and carried it back to the bed with him. Then he sat down and he spoke to his sister.
"Libby."
She looked up. She saw the hairbrush. She shivered.
David suspected that she knew what he was going to do to her, that she remembered that event from her family history too.
"Come and get over my knee, Libby," he said.
And the dark-haired sister moved slowly, struggling as she moved her legs. She slipped toward her brother.
Then she moved over his lap and offered him her ass. She lay there and she waited for the brush to fall.
"You remember, don't you, Libby," the young man said. "You remember what you did to me when I caught you kissing Butch Bishop. I promised that I would not tell, but you hit me anyway. You made me take down my pants and you hit me with that brush. Don't you remember, Libby?"
"Yes," the sister murmured, "I remember."
And the older sister could actually feel her pussy pulse with desire as she remembered that thing that she had done to her little brother. She had played with herself after doing that, and that had been the first time that she had ever been brutal with a male. She had made her discovery that afternoon with her brother, but it took her experiences with Butch Bishop years later to bring that discovery into focus.
"I am a man, Libby," David said softly and then he brought the hairbrush down on her naked buns.
The sister squealed and raised her legs and kicked as David spanked her with the brush.
The other sister, the blonde sister, Barbara, watched this and felt her spirit rise to the heavens. She had always known that David had it in him, that David could be a man. She remembered the times that he had been a man with her, that he had taken off his panties and fucked her as only a man could fuck a woman. Now, she thought, Libby was learning about David's manhood too. And Barbara was almost certain that Libby would grow to love that manhood just as much as she did.
And the naked blonde on the bed looked at what the young man was doing to his sister and she sighed.
If he could do this, she thought, then she could be a girl for the, rest of her life, and she could live, knowing that she need be guilty of nothing.
And Libby felt the heat of the brush on her ass. She wiggled and she squealed, but she found that she really did like this side of her brother, even better than the slave side, the girlish side that he had always shown her before. She liked it when David took things into his own hands and proclaimed his maleness to her in this way. It hurt, but she knew that the hurt was good for her. The hurt was something better than power, but she could not really understand why it was better-not yet. She would have to live with that hurt for a little while yet, before she would be able to figure it out.
And the hairbrush continued to come down on the sister's butt with smacks of energy and heat.
And David started to sweat as he spanked Libby and regained the manhood that he had lost when she had spanked him so many years before, regained something that was very precious to him.
It was a magic moment for everyone in that room.
* * *
After the spanking was over, David held Libby and kissed her face and told her that he still loved her.
And Libby announced that she still loved David too.
But then everyone in the room knew that some other things had to be discussed.
If David was not going to be a girl any longer, it meant that the Heavenly Sisters were no more.
David thought about the situation. He knew that he would have to come up with some answer to this question: What would his sisters do for money and what would he do for money if he was not going to be a singing girl any longer?
David had liked the money too and he did not want to be without it.
David and the three women of his life sat around the bedroom and thought about those questions in silence for a long time. Then David came up with the solution.
"Listen," he said, "I don't have to be a girl. I can still go on stage with you."
"What?" Libby asked. She did not understand what the young man was talking about. She was so used to having three sisters in the act by now that she could not imagine any other combination.
"I could go on stage as a guy and you two could be my back-up singers. We might not make as much money," David said, "but we would still be together and we could still make something."
Barbara grinned. She liked the idea.
"Who knows?" the blonde sister said. "We might be even more popular. David is a very good singer. He was sexy as a female, but he could be sexy as a male too."
"It would mean a different style of singing," the young man said. "We could not be so degenerate any more, at least not so openly degenerate. But we could do it. I just know that we can."
"Yes," Libby finally said, "I think we can too."
And then the sisters and the brother knew that they had one problem solved.
"You would not sing for my father then, right?" Andrea asked softly.
David looked at the naked blonde. He kissed her nose.
"Sorry," he said, "but your father would not be our type then."
"That's okay," Andrea said. "I will go with you wherever you go, David."
And she hugged the young man, but David looked at his sisters and he knew that there was one more problem that they had to face.
He hoped that his sisters would help him, but, if they would not or could not, he would do it alone.
He knew that he would not be able to rest unless he had Andrea with him.
And he knew that he would not be able to get that sexy, sweet blonde unless he stood up to Larry Caldwell.
David's eyes met Libby's. The older sister, the one who fucked and sucked Larry Caldwell regularly, knew what her brother was thinking, and she knew that he was right.
She had gotten her punishment for what she had tried to do to David and she knew that Larry Caldwell deserved some punishment too for what he had tried to do to his daughter. In many ways, she thought, what he had done to Andrea was even more brutal and disgusting than what she had done to David. David had, at least, never lost all of his masculinity, but he had tried to turn his daughter into a complete boy, into a thing that was not natural at all.
"I will help you, David," Libby said softly. "I will help you punish her father."
And David smiled.
He knew that, with Libby's help, he would not fail.
And then he would be able to have Andrea with him for the rest of his life.
Then the brother and the sisters started to think about the way that Larry Caldwell should be punished, about some punishment that would fit the crime that he had committed against his pretty, blonde daughter.
It did not take long for David to come up with that punishment.
He grinned and he started to tell his sisters about it.
Libby started to laugh. She knew that this was just the kind of punishment that she would enjoy giving that big and fat and powerful man, that Preacher, that phony, that stud.
The young people made plans to trap the evangelist and turn him into something more than just a powerful man from television-land.
And they laughed as they made their plans too.
They were all looking forward to capturing that man.
And Andrea was looking forward to it most of all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I am not drunk," Larry Caldwell swore as he stood in the middle of Libby's living room in his undershorts and swayed back and forth. "Preachers don't get drunk. They get filled with the spirit of the Lord. They may fall down and start shaking on the floor and they may even start speaking in tongues. But they don't get drunk. No, sir, they don't get drunk." Then he chuckled and drained his sixth glass of liquor.
When he had finished that glass of spirit, he grinned at Libby, who was sitting there on the couch with her black-leather pants on and her black-leather boots. She was naked from the waist up, and Larry Caldwell seemed to like to the tits even more than the leather.
"Sure do wish that that bitch that I was married to had been like you, Libby," he said in a guttural voice. "If she had been more like you, life would have been better for me."
"Like me?" the dark-haired singer asked playfully, pointing at one of her tits.
Larry Caldwell laughed with a booming voice.
"Like you, Libby, like you," he said, almost crying with his drunken mirth.
"Come here, Larry," the woman said. "Sit down by me and tell me about her."
The man stumbled toward the couch and sat down. Libby filled his glass with some more liquor.
He gulped down some of it and then he just sat there.
"Tell me about her," Libby said again, reminding him of his duty to his wife.
"About who?"
"About the bitch that you were married to," she said with a giggle.
"Oh, her."
"Yes, her," Libby said. "Tell me about your late and sainted wife."
"She kept pushing me," the man muttered.
"Pushing you?"
"Pushing me!" he yelled. "Pushing me to be like her daddy. She said that her daddy was the greatest preacher of all time. He once debated a devil-minded evolutionist for four straight days in Waco, Texas. She told me about that fucking debate at least once a week all the years that we were married. She said that her daddy was like God himself."
And then Larry turned and smiled at Libby.
"Want to know the truth?" he asked.
"The truth about what?"
"About her daddy?"
"Sure. What is the truth about her daddy?"
"The man was a fucking fool."
"What makes you say that, Larry?" the dark-haired woman asked.
"He preached for forty some years and died broke," the preacher said.
Larry Caldwell sipped on his drink.
"He had bad breath too. Ate fucking garlic every day of his life."
Libby laughed when he said that.
And then Larry Caldwell turned and looked at her and squinted a bit as he touched one of her tits.
"You sure you aren't Jewish, Libby?" he asked.
"No," the young woman said, "I am not Jewish."
"Sure you're not a Communist?"
"I am sure, Larry."
"Sure you aren't a Hollywood girl who swims naked in pools with other people around?"
"I have never swam naked in any Hollywood pool, Larry," she said, holding her hand up as if she were swearing in a court of law, swearing on a Bible.
"Damn," he muttered.
"What is wrong, Larry?"
"I got to move to Hollywood and get a pool and have me a party."
"Why?"
"So you can swim naked in the pool and give all the guys hard-ons."
Libby giggled.
"Then I will say to those guys, 'Listen, my friends, that naked girl in that pool belongs to me. Not you. You can watch, but don't you touch. She is the fruit of knowledge, my friends.'"
And then they both laughed and Larry finished off his drink.
He put the glass down on the table next to the couch and turned and started to massage the woman's tits. He breathed heavily on her and sighed to her.
"You are better than she ever was. Your daddy don't mean nothing to you. I never heard you mention your daddy at all."
Libby thought of her own father for a moment, of the way that that man had thrown all of his children out of his house. She hoped that he died alone and rotted in a grave and burned in hell.
Nothing, she thought, was too bad for her father to suffer.
And then Libby remembered that Larry Caldwell was a father too, and she remembered what he had tried to do to his own daughter. Nothing would be too bad for him to suffer either, she thought, and she and her brother and her sister and Andrea had some real nice things planned for this man on this afternoon.
Libby moved her hand over Larry's big gut and slipped it down over his shorts.
"Let's get those shorts off, Larry," she said, almost motherly. "I want to see your old cockeroo."
"Cockeroo," he said, chuckling.
"Yes, cockeroo," Libby said, pulling his shorts down his body.
"Cock-a-roodle-roo!" the man yelled, suddenly jumping up.
And then he stood there and swayed while the young woman pulled his shorts down. He leaned on her shoulder while he drunkenly stepped out of those shorts.
When he was naked, Libby looked at him. She knew that he was just drunk enough. He would not be able to fight them, but he would not pass out either. He would be conscious throughout the whole ordeal.
Libby knew that this man was ready now, ready for the trial of his life.
"Come and get him!" Libby yelled.
And the door to a bedroom came open and Barbara and David and Andrea came barging out into the living room. Larry Caldwell looked at them through his liquor-clouded eyes. He recognized Libby's blonde sister and the guy looked vaguely familiar. But it was the other blonde, the younger and smaller blonde, that he concentrated on. He thought that he should remember her, that he must have known her very well at some time during the past. He wondered if he could have fucked her sometime.
But Larry Caldwell did not have time to wonder for long.
The young guy with the dark hair hit him with a flying tackle and Jerry fell to the floor of the living room with a slamming sound.
The Preacher lay there on the floor and groaned, "What the fuck is happening here?"
But no one answered Larry Caldwell. The girls and the young man were too busy preparing the Preacher for his ordeal.
David kicked the man and made the Preacher roll over onto his big gut. Then the girls grabbed the man's hands.
The cuffs were on the Preacher's wrists almost immediately. When he heard the click and felt the pressure holding his arms together, the Preacher yelled out.
"What the fuck are you doing to me? I am a television preacher! I have power!"
"Not any more, you don't," Libby snarled down at the man.
Larry Caldwell looked back over his beefy shoulder and saw the young, dark-haired woman standing over him.
Just a few minutes before, he thought she had looked sexy in her tight, black, leather pants.
But now he thought that she looked dangerous and brutal.
The television minister wanted to scream in terror, but he opened his mouth and nothing would come out.
The man with the booming, television voice had been struck dumb by his fear and his tension.
And then Jerry Caldwell shivered as Libby nodded to the little blonde girl who looked vaguely familiar to him.
"Get the panties and the bra, Andrea," the dark-haired woman said.
Jerry Caldwell's eyes opened wide. Andrea! The name roared through his head like a storm.
That was his son-no, his daughter! That sexy, little thing was Andrea, Andy, his heir.
"Andrea!" he yelled. "Andrea, my son!"
And the blonde turned around and looked at him and snarled at her father in a fierce anger.
"No," she said, "I am not your son. I am your fucking daughter."
"Andrea," he muttered.
And the blonde stepped closer to him and kicked him in the ribs with her bare foot.
"Do you hear me, Daddy? I am your fucking daughter. I know what it feels like to be a girl now. I have fucked David here, and I never want to be a boy again."
Jerry Caldwell looked at the young man with the long, dark hair.
"He looks familiar," the preacher mumbled. "I think that I have seen him before."
"You have, Daddy," the blonde said. "But, when you saw him, he was wearing a dress. David and I have a lot in common and we have helped each other to find out just who is the male and who is the female, Daddy."
And then the Preacher knew who the young man was.
"Dani," he sighed. "Dani, the youngest sister."
"David," the young man corrected him. "David, the brother."
And then Andrea turned and ran from the room to get the other stuff. As she ran she felt her heart race and she knew that her father was finally going to get what was coming to him. She picked up the women's underwear and she brought the stuff back into the living room.
Andrea dropped on her knees next to her father and held out the huge, white panties and the bra.
She was like a little girl making an offering to her father, but both she and her father knew that that offering was one of shame, shame for the video preacher who deserved all the shame of the world for what he had done to his little girl.
"You are going to wear these things, Daddy," she said.
"No!" the man bellowed. "I am not some kind of pervert."
"Yes, you are," Libby said softly but firmly. "You are whatever I want you to be."
And the man tried to struggle to his feet. He got up on his knees before the young man with the long, dark hair kicked him and forced him back down on the floor.
Then Barbara and Andrea started to work on the television evangelist.
"An abomination," he muttered, "an abomination before the Lord."
David looked down at the big man and recognized the Biblical quotation.
It was the same thing that David's father had said to him the afternoon that he told his son to leave the house, the day that he said that he had no son any longer. David felt the anger boil in his head as he thought of his own father, and he moved toward the big man on the floor and kicked him again.
"Worthless scum," the young man muttered. "Worthless, piece-of-shit father."
Were all fathers that bad? David wondered, and he thought they might just be. Fathers never seemed to be satisfied with their children at all.
As Jerry Caldwell struggled there on the floor and moaned and groaned under the humiliation that he was suffering, the two blondes pulled the panties over his feet and moved them up his legs. They poked him so that he would raise up and let them get those panties over his big gut. They had bought them for Larry Caldwell the day before, had found the biggest panties that they could get. But the things were still tight and snug around the man's big ass and gut.
And then the blondes-Andrea and Barbara-pulled the man over on his back and the daughter of the preacher laughed as she slapped the bra down over the man's huge, hairy chest.
"By the time that we are finished with you, Daddy," the blonde said, "you are going to look like an old whore."
"A fat, old whore," Barbara said softly.
And both of the females tittered with merriment as they poked Larry Caldwell and forced him to turn over again. Then they snapped the bra on him and pulled the straps up and over his shoulders.
When they were finished, he did look like some kind of strange and fat whore.
Larry Caldwell turned over and looked up at Libby. He had fucked her. He had praised her. He had offered her a lot of money to perform with her sisters at his crusades. Wouldn't she save him?
But, when he saw the black, stiff, leather rod in Libby's hand, he knew that she was not the saving principle in this room.
And the television evangelist knew that there was no salvation for him here.
"Libby!" he yelled. "Don't hit me with that thing!"
The dark-haired, topless woman smiled at him and murmured to the television preacher.
"I won't," she said. "I do not have any reason to hit you with this thing. But Andrea does."
"What?" the man yelled.
And the little blonde reached up and took the leather pole from the dark-haired woman.
Then Andrea smiled down at her father, smiled down almost sweetly as she said, "Turn over, you fat, old whore."
And she pushed the man and he did turn over so that he was lying on his fat gut in the floor.
Larry Caldwell did not know for certain what was going to happen to him, but he knew that it would be terrible.
And then he felt the stinging pain in his pantied buns, the slapping on his ass.
And he knew that his naked, blonde daughter-his daughter not his son-was whipping him with that leather rod.
"I am a girl," she said, slapping his ass again and again. "A girl. A girl. A girl."
And Andrea felt a certain freedom in her system as she hit her father again and again.
She knew that she was repaying him for all those years of pain and she felt happy, so happy that she thought that she would swoon. She gasped and she sighed and she hit her father's pantied ass.
And then she was finished with him and she dropped the rod. She reached out and touched those panties.
She felt the heat in her father's ass as the man whimpered and cried in his stinging pain.
"Old whore," she muttered, "I am leaving you. I am going to live with David for the rest of my life."
And David looked down on the man and smiled. He knew that he had won some great battle and he felt even better, knowing that his sisters and his lover had shared this victory with him.
He was David, he thought, not Dani, and David had defeated Goliath.
Andrea looked across the room and winked at David, the naked, young man that she cared for.
"I want to suck your cock," she said. "I want to suck it until it is hard and then I want to fuck you."
"Come on," the young man said. "Come and suck it, Andrea." As he said that, he held his cock up to her.
And Andrea moved up onto her feet and scampered across the room and dropped on her knees before the young man.
As the little blonde lifted the cock and put it into her mouth and started to suck on it, Larry Caldwell glanced at her and the pain seemed to grow in his body. He had no heir now, no son to carry on for him. His daughter was a girl, not a boy, and she was sucking on the prick of a man who had worn panties just as he was wearing them now.
And then Jerry Caldwell yelled out to his daughter.
"Andrea! Andrea! Don't do that to that transvestite!"
But the girl did not listen to him. She worked her tongue around the end of David's cock and she looked up at the young man, with her eyes sparkling with merry passion and lust.
And then she took the cock into her mouth again and moved close to the young man's body.
As Larry Caldwell watched that, he felt a pain in his loins. He rolled over on his back and felt the pain of his handcuffed hands then. He looked down at his panties and he saw the huge bulge there. He was getting hard!
And the panties were soft against his hardness.
Larry Caldwell found himself wallowing in the feelings that those panties were giving him.
He moaned and felt his cock get harder and stiffer in there and he was not sure what was turning him on. It might be the sight of his daughter sucking that cock, and it might be the feeling of the white, soft fabric against his cock. He was not sure what was doing it, but he knew that something was getting his cock hard and hot with lust.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned. "Oh, Jesus, this is great."
And then Barbara and Libby looked at that bulge in those big and white panties.
"He has got a big one, doesn't he?" the blonde sister said, staring at that tool.
"He surely does, little sister. He calls it his cock-a-roodle-doo."
Barbara looked at Libby and grinned at her sister.
"Can I try it?" she asked.
The blonde sister could already feel the juices flowing in her cunt as she looked at that bulge.
She wanted to fuck something. She glanced at the little blonde who was sucking on her brother's cock and she remembered the times that David had fucked her. Her pussy felt like it was aflame. She had to get something in that cunt, she thought. She had to get something in there before she died from the lack of fucking.
And the only other cock in the room belonged to the television minister.
And that cock was hard in the big, white panties.
"Can I try it?" she asked again. She knew that Libby had fucked the man regularly.
She felt that Libby had some sort of control over that man's cock and could hand it out to whomever she pleased.
So Barbara was very happy when she saw her sister nod her head.
And then Libby spoke to the blonde softly.
"So ahead. He is really a very good fuck for a fat maggot."
Barbara moved toward the man and dropped onto her knees. She put her hand on the hardness in the panties.
And then she looked at her little brother and remembered the hardness that she had felt in his panties so many times.
"Oh, Jesus," the preacher moaned. "Oh, Jesus. Fuck me. Oh, Jesus, I need to fuck."
And Barbara needed to fuck too. She moved her hands inside the panties and, with her lustful, burning fury almost exploding in her blood, she started to rip those cheap, white panties open with her fingers.
When the man heard the ripping, he glanced down and he saw what the young woman was doing to him.
He felt a surge of lust and happiness in his own system and he moaned to no one in particular.
"Oh, Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Oh, Jesus, I need to fuck."
When the man's panties were ripped open, the cock sprang out like something wonderful and healthy.
It was a big cock-a-roodle-roo, Barbara thought. The man had a right to be proud of that.
The blonde sister looked back at her dark-haired sister. Libby nodded again and smiled.
And then Barbara moved over the man's big body and steadied the big prick with her hand and moved down on that prick, letting the thing slip deeply into her. She sighed as she took that tool deep into her wet and warm and sweet pussy.
She felt satisfied as she started to rock on the man's body. She reached out and touched his bra and she moved back and forth and started to fuck the man in earnest.
Libby looked around her and was very proud of her family. Her sister was fucking and her brother-the young man who had once been her sister-was pushing the little, sweet blonde off his cock. Libby stared at that young couple as the girl lay back on the floor and spread her legs. David went down over her and positioned himself quickly. Then he moved into that girl.
And Libby looked at all of that and felt a certain heat in her leather pants, the heat of lust and happiness.
She knew that her family would get along just fine.
She knew that her brother and her sister and she would be able to do something to keep making money. They were together and they were all so sexy. People paid a lot of money for sexy people like her brother and her sister and herself.
"Jesus!" the preacher yelled as he fucked Barbara. "Jesus, this is great!"
And Libby smiled and knew that everything was great, that all of life was great.
She knew that life had to be great when a family stuck together like this.
