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Chris's Little Brother
by No Name (anothernifty@hotmail.com)
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A young crossdressing boy uses his sexuality to get
the attention he craves. (mf-teens, ped, nc, rp, 1st,
bi, mast, oral, anal)
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Archivist's Note: This author has decided not to use
quotation marks where dialog is present.
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1. Good Morning
Chris sits on the plaid couch in the living room
eating his favorite chips for breakfast. He sucks his
orange fingertips as he watches some movie. He says
that since he is fifteen he can eat what he wants to
for breakfast. And sleep as late as he wants.
Joe peeks down the hallway at his brother. He hears
the crinkle of the bag and crunching of his favorite
chips that no one else can eat. Joe has been waiting
for his brother to wake up. Excited to spend time
with him alone. To have his full attention.
Joe takes off his shirt since Chris isn't wearing
his. Chris is just in his boxer shorts and white tube
socks as he munches on his chips. Joe rummages
through the heap of clothes on the floor by the bed
and finds his own tube socks that don't smell too
horrible. Wedged in between the mattress and box
spring are the panties Chris likes him to wear. They
were his sisters when she was a little younger then
Joe. Faded pink with a little pink bow on the front.
They're tight and don't cover all of Joe's butt and
they give him a constant wedgie. But Chris says
that's why he likes them he says they're like a
thong. Well they're uncomfortable but Joe will wear
them if Chris likes him too.
Chris says Joe would make a cute girl. So Joe has
been letting his hair grow longer like his sister.
It's not girl length yet but the front comes down to
the tip of his nose, the sides below his ears and the
back to his shoulder tops. He has also been
practicing with the Mommy's make up. Using her red
lipstick and eye shadow.
Joe brushes his hair out in the mirror in the Mommy's
room applying her make up left strewn among the empty
whiskey bottles and beer cans on the dresser,
spilling off onto the floor. Dark smudges of eye
shadow ring his green eyes. Joe puckers his lips and
draws a thick heavy oval around them with the red
lipstick.
Joe knows that Chris will be thirsty from eating
those chips. He sorts through the heap of dirty
dishes in the sink that's spilled over on to the
counters and finds a disposable red plastic cup not
too dirty. It stinks faintly of some kind of the
Mommy's alcohol. He rinses it out as best as he can
and picks some sticky chunks out from the bottom.
In the lower half of the fridge, behind the crumpled
white fast food bag is the mostly empty clear plastic
container of what is left of the red Kool-Aid.
Kevin's favorite. He pours in what's left and puts
the container back into the fridge. Not even half a
cup. Joe knows ice cubes make it seem like there's
more in a cup then there really is. The top half of
the fridge is the empty freezer. Empty whiskey
bottles and empty ice trays. The ice bin had one
frosted ice cube stuck to the side. Joe pries it out
and it breaks loose and shoots down to the floor and
slides across the dirty linoleum. Joe puts the bin
back into the freezer and puts the ice into the
drink.
Thirsty? Joe extends his offering to Chris smiling
his big sloppy red smile in his sister's faded old
panties and white tube socks.
Chris's eyes flicker away from the movie and move to
the cup then back to the movie. Joe's shoulders slump
sadly from the lack of attention.
Thanks. Chris puts a handful of chips into his mouth
and takes the drink. Joe climbs up onto the couch
next to his big brother and cuddles against his warm
strong arm. Looking up into his face as his jaw
muscles crunch and pulverize the chips. Into his
brown eyes reflecting a tiny square of the movie. His
dark brown shaggy hair roughly parted. The knot in
this throat goes up and down as he swallows his
mouthful and drinks the Kool-Aid. Kevin leans forward
to put the empty cup on the table in the vacant space
between the soda cans and cups.
Joe takes the opportunity to slip under his arm. His
armpit hair tickles the top of his shoulder. Chris
puts his arm along the back of the couch. Joe presses
his chest against Chris's. The warmth and smoothness
of his body is comforting. He lays his head against
his chest and listens to the beat of his heart while
he continues crunching his breakfast chips. He traces
the definition of his ribs with his soft little
fingers. Sometimes Chris gets tickled by this, but
not today. He traces the ring of his belly button and
up to his chest. He feels little crumbs and picks the
larger ones off and eats them. The smaller crumbs he
licks off his chest and savors the flavor. Joe knows
he has to be careful not to get his head in Chris's
way of the movie or else he might move and make Joe
go away. He sometimes says Joe is too clingy, like an
octopus.
Content with himself Joe smears the shiny trail of
his saliva off his brother's chest and lays his head
back against his chest. The hard shape of Chris's
penis under his boxer shorts is clearly visible.
Protruding up on the left side Joe reaches his little
hand down and feels the hard shape and the warmth
from over the boxers. Chris pays no mind and
continues crunching his chips and watching the movie.
Joe's little hand grabs the tip and rubs it around
and down to the base. He slips under the elastic band
and feels the scratchy hairs. He pulls his brothers
cock up so that the tip peeks out. He slides his hand
over it. So hot, smooth and hard. He looks up into
his brothers face as he continues watching his movie
and eating his chips.
Nothing. No recognition. No attention. Joe knows how
to get Chris's attention. He slides down in between
his legs and tugs at his boxers. Chris sits up
slightly to help him slide his boxers down and keeps
eating his breakfast. Joe rubs his face against his
balls and inhales him. His mouth starts watering in
anticipation. He kisses each testicle and licks his
cock from the base to the tip. Keeping his eyes
firmly on him he sucks him hard just like he likes.
His lipstick smears down the length of his cock. It
has taken practice to learn how to jerk him off while
sucking but the practice has paid off. The constant
crunching has slowed. A faraway look dulls the shine
in his eyes. His eye lids droop slightly. He swallows
the hand full of chips and licks his lips. Joe jacks
him off while he sucks his balls. Chris likes it like
this and Joe is content to do it. He sucks the left
testicle into his mouth and rolls it around with his
tongue. The smell of his brother's cock fills his
nose and entrances Joe. He pulls a curly pube from
his mouth and works the other testicle while stroking
him. Chris sets the chip bag down and leans his head
back still watching his movie. Still not looking at
Joe. Well that does it. Joe wants to be acknowledged
and seen. He kisses the tip of his cock and runs down
the hall into the bathroom. Under the sink is the
large tub of Vaseline.
Joe grabs the hand towel and runs back into the
living room. Thankfully Chris didn't put his boxers
back on. He's rubbing his cock nonchalantly while
watching the movie. His eyes flick to the tub of
Vaseline and back to his movie.
The lid is smeared with slimy tan fingerprints. The
outside of the tub is coated with a layer of Vaseline
indented with little brown finger prints. It's
slippery to hold on to as he pries it open with his
finger nails. He digs out a glob from within coating
Chris's cock around the head and down the length and
back applying more to the head. Joe pulls his panties
down and puts a glob on his finger and slowly slides
it all the way inside himself. He wipes his hand on
the towel and straddles Chris. Chris leans around Joe
to keep his eyes on the movie. Reaching around behind
him Joe grabs his brother's cock and aligns the tip
with his entrance. He lowers himself but it keeps
slipping off his tight little butt hole. Some
recognition. Chris pulls Joes cheeks apart and
thrusts himself up. The head slowly forces passes the
resistance and firmly in. The shock and sting make
Joe tense and whimper slightly. But he knows he has
to relax just like Chris said. Joe is starting to get
used to the pain from the sudden intrusion. Keeping
his eyes on Chris he slowly lowers himself down.
Chris's eyes roll back in his head and he pulls Joe
down the rest of the way as he thrusts up. Impaled on
his brother's cock he can feel his hair tickling his
butt. It hurts at first but it slowly fades away and
feels good. Joe slowly rocks himself back and forth
as his brother slowly thrusts himself up and out.
They make eye contact, finally. A huge swelling of
pride fills Joe and he smiles into his brothers eyes.
Joe wraps his arms around him and kisses his lips.
Chris doesn't reciprocate the kiss. Joe doesn't mind
too much. He kisses him down his neck like he likes
and holds him close as his brother starts fucking him
harder.
Turn around.
Joe stands and his brothers cock slides out and plops
down against his stomach. Joe turns around and
reaches back and guides his cock back inside. He
slowly sits down. Chris watching as his cock
disappears into his brother's ass. He puts his feet
up on Chris's knees. Chris wraps his arms around him
tightly and thrusts his cock deep inside. It hurts
when it goes so deep. Joe grimaces at the pain but
the feeling of being held so closely feels great. He
makes his little girly moans like Chris told him to.
His brothers strong arms wrapped tightly around him
make Joe feel so safe and comfortable. The pain has
faded away and Joe closes his eyes and rubs his ass
back against his brother's cock. He rubs his bald
little cock and makes it hard as he bounces on top of
Chris's thrusts. Chris holds him tighter as he
thrusts more determinedly. Joe loves being held like
this. So secure and wanted. He just wants to stay in
this embrace but he knows that Chris is about to cum
in his butt. Chris says you have to be a grown up to
cum. And to have hair. Joe thinks that the hair is
kind of gross but he likes it when Chris cums.
Chris pulls himself all the way out of his brother's
ass and jerks himself off while rubbing the tip of
his cock on Joe's little bald testicles. He shoots
his warm cum on his brothers stomach and his little
hard cock and balls. Chris holds Joe tightly for a
perfect peaceful moment. Just the two of them no
movie or family. Just being held in his strong arms
with the satisfaction of knowing how well he pleased
his brother. But the glow of the orgasm fades and
Chris uses the towel to wipe his hand off and tilts
his head to the side and continues watching his
movie.
Joe rubs the cum into his little cock and balls, rubs
it all around like lotion. He loves the feeling of
his brother's warm cum. He loves the cloudy milky
color and the stickiness. He smears it all up to his
stomach and around to his ribs. Joe wishes his
brother could shoot more at once time. His little
bald penis and testicles, stomach and ribs glisten.
Happy with himself he slips off his brother's lap and
uses the towel to clean Chris's cock and balls. He
puts the towel back on the rail in the bathroom with
the smears of Vaseline on the inside, to hide them.
He rips off some toilet paper and wipes away the
slippery residue on his hole and cheeks.
Back on the sofa Chris sits naked on the plaid couch
watching his movie. Joe thinks that is a good sign.
That means he can continue to play with his penis.
Joe puts the tip of his finger to the side of his
mouth and titters slightly looking at his brothers
big penis, limp and curled over, nestled in his dark
patch of hair. Joe loves everything about it now. He
used to hate it. The smell, the taste, the painful
feeling inside his butt. But now can't get enough of
it. The warmth and texture, everything he use to hate
he now loves. He uses his foot to pick up his
panties on the floor and bring them to his hand. He
slides them on and jumps on the couch and is about to
bury his face in his brothers crotch.
Go put on one of Pris's dresses.
Joe's immediate plans came to a screeching halt. But
Joe likes it when he plays dress up. It always leads
to something good.
Ok. Joe playfully hops off the couch and scurries
down the hall into her room and rummages through
Mary's drawers. Chris likes to call her Pris but
that's not her real name. Don't know why he calls her
that.
All Mary's clothes are folded neatly in her drawers.
Every article folded meticulously the same in perfect
stacks. Joe sloppily pours over every perfect stack
searching for dresses. He leaves every drawer open
after he thoroughly searched them. Must be in the
closet. Mary's clothes are hung in groups of color
and style. Joe parts them at the yellows and pulls a
spaghetti strap summer dress and holds it up to him,
checking the length. He picks up the pleated skirt
and gives a little pose. Cute.
He drops the hanger onto the carpet and pulls it
roughly down over his body. Smooths it down over his
figure and spins a little, twirling up the dress. Joe
thinks it would be fun to dress like a girl more
often. He thinks it would be fun to be one and wear
all this cute stuff.
Back in the living room Chris lies on the couch and
has his lower half under the blanket. But Joe sees
the crumpled pile of his boxer shorts still lying on
the floor. Joe picks up the edge of the dress and
lightly twirls back and forth, nervous Chris won't
like his choice.
Do you like it?
Joe feels a tingle over his body as Chris flicks his
eyes over to Joe taking in the smeared red lipstick,
the dress and the tube socks. Yeah.
Relief washes over him and asks if he can cuddle next
to him.
No.
Rejection slams its door hard on Joe's face. Through
the shock and the daze he can feel his eyes starting
to tear up. Chris throws back the corner of the
blanket revealing his soft limp dick, But you can
suck my cock some more.
Another huge wave of relief washes over him. He drops
happily to his knees and starts licking his cock.
Stick your ass out and lift up your dress. Joe knew
that something good always comes from dressing up
like a girl. Joe complies happily. He pulls the edge
of the dress up over the wedgie of his faded pink
panties. Chris pulls the wedgie up and deeper inside
his cheeks. Joe gasps a little.
Scoot this way some. Chris pulls Joes ass alongside
the plaid couch. Joe pushes his ass back for their
mutual enjoyment. He lays his chest on Chris's lap
and holds his cock in both hands and slowly sucks his
brothers limp and fresh from his ass cock. Joe
doesn't care. The way Chris's cock feels in his mouth
is perfect. He could suck on it all day or until his
jaw hurt too much. Either way he is happy to suck his
big brothers cock.
Chris rubs Joe's pale ass. The feel of Chris's strong
hands affectionately caressing his ass is wonderful.
Joe is basking in this attention. He sticks his
little butt further back encouragingly. You really
have a nice ass. Joe pulls his mouth off his brothers
soft cock long enough to thank him. Chris slips his
fingers under the panties and probe at his dilated
anus. Joe wiggles his butt tantalizingly. Chris
pushes his first and second fingers firmly into his
ass. Joe moans in the girly way Chris likes as they
slide smoothly inside his tight warm ass still coated
inside with Vaseline.
You like this, Chris states.
I like it when you fuck my ass. Joe knows what Chris
likes to hear. And he swells with the satisfaction of
knowing the right things to say as the cock in his
hands immediately swells. A beautiful thing, in his
hands, rising in desire for Joe. Not ignored as he
immediately sucks hard and hungrily. He feels wanted
as Chris pushes in his fingers and twists them in and
out. Needed as Chris thrusts his cock up into his
mouth.
The front door slams open and the Mommy stumbles in
drunkenly with a cigarette held tightly in her lips
and a silver beer can in her hand. She falls and
braces herself with her free hand. Her purse falls
off her shoulder and spills onto the carpeted
entryway. Chris jumps in fright and quickly flips the
blanket down over his cock and his brother, removing
his fingers from his ass. Slowly and deliberately she
lowers herself sitting. Joe sits and peeks out from
under the blanket disappointed that she ruined such a
good moment. The Mommy plucks the cig from her lips
and slurs loudly out the door, You sunna bitch! You
go back ta her an let her suck yur limp prick!
Faggot!
An angry male voice shouts, Bitch! A horn blares
loudly as the engine revs and the vehicle roars away
still blaring the horn. Mary walks quickly around the
Mommy, arms tightly crossed over her chest, red faced
and tear streaked. She runs into her room and slams
the door. The Mommy manages to crawl to the door and
wave her middle finger around. She sits heavily with
her back against the door frame and takes a break
from all that exhausting dysfunction. In the distance
the angry horn still blares. She exhales a cloud of
smoke and finishes off what was left of her beer.
Catching her breath she squints trying to keep her
head from wobbling long enough to recognize who's on
the couch.
Chris! She puts her cig back between her tight lips
and waves her arm about trying to get up. Come help
me up. Chris sighs and pulls his boxers quickly on
and grabs her hand and tries to pull her up. She gets
mostly up and falls back down giggling and taking
Chris with her. She hits solidly back against the
door frame laughing. Chris stumbles over her legs and
manages to keep his balance by straddling her. The
Mommy giggles and looks up at him, You're such a
sweet heart. She pulls the cig from her lips and
wraps her arms around his waist hugging him. She puts
the side of her face squarely against his hard on and
squeezes. You're such a good boy. She inhales deeply
as Chris awkwardly pats her head. The Mommy holds
herself there as the room spins. Chris thinks she
fell asleep.
He shakes her shoulder, Mom!
In her drunken muffled and sleepy voice she asks him
to not shake her again or she'll be sick. Chris looks
at Joe by the couch still peeking out from behind the
blanket. Come help me. Joe and Chris manage to pull
her up on to her feet and help her walk unsteadily to
her bedroom. She mumbles drunkenly and they dump her
onto her bed.
They know the routine. Joe takes her cig and plucks
it between his tight lips as they both wrestle the
Mommy out of her shoes. Don't you ...
smoking...Alex?...Chris!
Chris exhales a small cloud of smoke, Ok Mom.
She fumbles with the buttons on her waitress shirt
that she keeps buttoned low to her cleavage. Get this
fushing shirt... She pulls weakly trying to break the
buttons. She pulls and pops her top two buttons off.
Exhausted by the effort she gives up. Lays her head
down on the blanket as the spinning room finally
overwhelms her consciousness and she fades away.
Having gotten her shoes off Chris finishes the last
of the Mommy cig and shoves it into the heaping pile
in the ashtray. Joe grabs the nearest leg and starts
trying to reposition her on the bed. He pulls her but
she's heavy. Chris?
Look. You can see her tit. Enough of the buttons
popped to allow Chris a full view into her shirt.
Chris leans in slowly under the bright light from the
ceiling fan. Quietly and slow as if she would
suddenly awaken from her stupor and grab his wrist.
He slips a button and looks in her face for a
reaction. No response. He slips another button and
another and... Chris?
Chris's body twitches and he sighs relieved and
annoyed. Joe still has a hold of her leg watching. Is
she going to wake up and be mad?
She wanted her shirt off. Joe nods at the sound
reasoning and watches as Chris pulls the shirt apart
and reveals the Mommy's breasts. Large and pale
white. Still mostly firm and shapely for having had 3
kids. Small pink nipples and a little mole on the
side of her left breast.
Joe watches his brother's reaction. Chris stares at
his mother's breasts and slightly points his jaw out
and lifts his head up just a smidgen. Joe knows that
look. It is rare the Joe gets any looks at all from
him. But that one he knows. The kind of look Joe gets
when he's on his knees looking up into his eyes
sucking his cock and trying to deepthroat him. Joe
immediately gets jealous and disappointed. He lets
the Mommy's leg fall onto the bed. He wishes he had
tits.
I bet she would want her pants off too.
Sullenly, Joe pouts, No.
Come on. Chris unbuttons her pants delicately. Slowly
and timidly he pulls the zipper. Her pale flesh and
black pubic hair open before them.
She wasn't wearing underwear! Chris's eyes blaze with
excitement. She must really be a slut. He takes one
side of the waist band and pulls.
Come on Joe, help. Together they get her pants down
over her knees. Chris stares up at the Mommy's
exposed body as Joe tugs her pants down and off her
feet. He watches as Chris drinks in the sight her
body. His chest rises and falls with heavy fast
breaths of arousal. Joe knows that breathing too.
That's the breathing he gets when he's about to get
bent over and fucked, hard. His jealousy deepens
watching this reaction happen in him for her. Joe
wishes he had a body like hers, only better and
younger and not hers really at all because Joe thinks
she's gross.
Chris pulls his cock out from the gap in his boxer
shorts and strokes it. His eyes are wide as he gorges
on the sight of her body. His eyes search for any
hint of waking on her unconscious face. The pale
flesh of her neck to her breasts along the
protrusions of her rib cage around her navel and over
the field of her pubic hair. He strokes his hard cock
and reaches between her legs and feels her between
the hairy flaps of her pussy. Curiously over her
sleeping clitoris and probing his middle finger
inside her. The Mommy moans slightly and turns a
touch.
Chris momentarily frightened continues. Probing his
finger a little deeper inside the soft depth of his
Mother. Jealous, Joe walks timidly up behind Chris
and softly trails his fingers down his back hoping he
doesn't yell at him and tell him to stop. He
delicately slides his fingertips down over his
shoulder and around his waist, down onto his hand and
around his brother's hard cock. He mimics the pacing
and the stroking and Chris lets go of himself. Joe
holds him delicately and gives his neck the little
kisses that he likes.
Chris opens the Mommy's legs apart further and
watches as he pushes two fingers inside. Hard to
compete for attention. Maybe if Joe had a hairy
puss... yuck. Joe shudders to think. But Chris seems
to like it. Joe slides around in front of him and
looks him in the face, reversing his grips on Chris's
cock but keeping up the pacing and length of stroke
without breaking stride. Joe looks at the excitement
blazing in his eyes of a new experience. His mouth
slightly open in a little o. Joe squats and his
pleated yellow dress fans out. He pulls Chris's
boxers down making his hard cock point down. Joe
wrestles it out of the hole in front of his boxers
and it springs back with a thump against his waist.
Not wasting any time Joe wraps his pretty red lips
around it. Chris moans at the sensation and the Mommy
sleepily moans as he shoves three fingers inside her.
Oh Man. She's starting to get juicy. Chris seems
excited. Determined not to lose Joe uses both hands
to work the shaft and balls whilst he increases
sucking pressure.
Chris moans, Oh yeah. You like that don't you slut.
He shoves four fingers forcefully inside her and the
Mommy moans sleepily. Chris starts fucking her with
his four fingers and the Mommy moans more. She lifts
her leg up onto the bed but it slides off. Chris
pulls his cock out of his Joes mouth and walks around
her leg and in between them. Joe sighs in defeat. He
sits on the bed and crosses his legs at the knee
watching as Chris rubs the head of his cock against
the Mommy's gross hairy pussy. Chris looks up at the
sleepy and moaning Mommy as if he can't believe this
is really happening. He looks down as he positions
himself and slowly thrusts his length into her. The
Mommy moans and rolls her head around.
It's so soft and juicy. Chris leans over her and
grabs her breasts in both hands. The Mommy moans some
more as Chris pinches her nipples. Joe sees that mean
smile creep across his face. The smile that says he
knows it hurts and he likes that. This is usually
when Chris would spank Joe whilst fucking him really
hard till he was whimpering and sobbing.
Like that slut? Chris thrusts his cock hard inside
the Mommy. Joe watches the smirking mean smile and
bright eyes remembering the pain of being fucked hard
like that. But if Chris likes it Joe lets him. He
looks at the Mommy's sleeping face. She looks as if
she's really enjoying her dream. Joe wonders what she
might be dreaming about as her oldest son rapes her
in front of her youngest. The Mommy just moans. Chris
fucks her roughly then announces he's coming and
shoves his hips forward fiercely as he wastes all the
tasty cum inside the Mommy. Bitch. Doesn't even know
how good she just got it. Joe jealously observes as
Chris pulls his wet cock out of her and looks at the
cum drip out and soaking into the top blanket. Chris
catches his breath while calling her a slut, whore
and a bitch. Chris pulls up his boxers and goes back
to the plaid couch and continues watching the movie.
Joe looks at the unconscious Mommy. Lying in her
unbuttoned shirt. Her breasts lightly fall and raise
with her shallow breaths. Pants and panties hanging
off her socked foot. Legs open in a V, knees bent and
hanging off the bed, pussy dripping with cum. How
many nights has she passed out just like this. Maybe
Chris was right. Maybe she is a slut whore bitch.
2. The Mall
Joe remembers seeing Mary red faced and crying.
Curious he walks by Chris content with himself as
sits on the plaid couch. Arms stretched out along the
top of the cushions, legs spread open widely,
slightly grinning as he watches some movie. Joe
resists the impulse to squeeze under those arms and
hold him. Press his flesh against his, solid, warm
and smooth...
Joe forces himself down the hall. He can hear her
light sobs through the door. Her muffled sadness
instantly softens him. He taps lightly with his soft
little finger and twists the handle. Unlocked. He
opens it slightly and peers in. Mary is sniffling as
she refolds the clothes from the dresser. Her bed is
a heap of clothes from dumping out all the drawers.
She stacks each article perfectly into position after
precisely and passionately refolding her purple
underwear. Joe walks quietly and gently in. The smell
of her perfume is strong, familiar and pleasant. Joe
really likes that smell. Somehow it smells soft and
sweet.
Mary...?
She looks up angrily as she recognizes the dress he's
wearing. Did you go through my drawers too?
Demurely he stands, one hand behind his back holding
the elbow of his other, shoulders slumped, one foot
kinda shoved behind the toe of the other, chin down.
He doesn't want to upset her with the truth but he
knows he has to. He nods and looks for her reaction.
Slightly softening her tense face muscles. Relief?
Good. I thought she had her slimy disgusting hands on
my clothes. She sniffles the thick mucus back higher
into her nasal cavity and flips a stray hair out of
her face as she creases a perfect right angle fold
into a cute pair of kitty panties.
Those are cute.
Thanks. Already she looks less tense. The red in her
face is slowly softening to her normal pink. Her
folding actions are less aggressive.
Joe pulls a tissue from the box on her small desk.
Here. She finishes folding her kitty panties into a
perfect square and takes the tissue. She sits heavily
on her bed and blows her nose. Joe sits next to her
and holds her soft clammy hand in his. She fidgets
with the wet waded tissue. The silence between them
stretches out. I'm sorry I messed up your clothes.
I thought you would've known I hang up my dresses.
I didn't know what I wanted till I saw it.
Mary looks him over in his, no her dress. Thick red
lipstick and white tubes socks. Dark rings around his
green eyes from the Mommy's eye shadow. Shaggy
outgrown hair. She admits he looks good in it but his
makeup needs work. And no socks are better than those
socks. She smiles and lets a chuckle out. Joe smiles
and raises his legs so they can better see the old
tube socks bunched up around his ankles. Mary holds
her nose and grimaces as she catches a whiff of the
odor. Ahh, God those stink. Joe drops his feet back
down and apologizes.
Don't you know how to use the washing machine?
No.
Silence again. Time quietly stretching out as they
sit holding hands. I'll show you.
You can have it back.
What?
This dress.
No. You can wear it longer if you want.
Thanks. Curiosity gets the better of him, Who was
that outside.
She gets up off the bed and continues folding her
clothes. My Dad.
Is that why you're sad?
No.
She folds her ankle length socks into a perfect
square. Kind of. She won't let me live with him. Says
I can't. Says the papers won't let him. I'm not even
supposed to be alone with him...I hate her. I hope
she OD's.
Joe watches her as she carefully places her socks
into the drawer. Why can't you be alone with your
Dad?
Mary says it doesn't matter. That it's stupid. But
Joe can see the look in her face. Like she has a
secret that makes her happy. If she doesn't want to
tell him Joe is ok with not knowing. Why do you like
to wear dresses?
Joes mind flashes back to the moment on the couch
with Chris right before the Mommy burst in and ruined
it. He glows with the memory. I just like them.
Mary can see that there is more than his answer
illustrates. You just like them?
Memories of ridding Chris's cock in a few other of
her pretty dresses flash by. Happiness and
contentment swell inside him. But Chris always said
to not tell anyone. Anyone. He underlined it
threateningly with his big strong fists. Not that he
needed to. Joe wouldn't have told anyone anyways. And
still won't. Yep, he says with a big smile and a
shrug.
I bet it's a sex thing. Mary whips the wrinkles out
of her shirt and starts working it into a perfect
rectangle. Do you masturbate in my dresses?
No.
I bet you do. I bet you are even wearing panties.
Joe's feels his face flush with embarrassment.
Mary reads the look and laughs. Really? She laughs
some more as she finishes her perfect rectangle
shirt. I have all ten pairs of mine. Where...Did you
get them from my old clothes out in the shed?
His cheeks burn and his throat feels thick. He nods.
Let me see which ones. Mary lifts up the edge of the
yellow pleated dress and Joe pushes her hands down.
He wines for her to stop, playfully.
Mary bats his hand away, You know you want me to see,
pervert.
Joe pulls his hands away. His heart beats hard and
quickly in his chest. His face burns and flushes. She
raises the skirt, I remember those! I wore those when
I when I was like 9. I wore them the most cause they
were so pretty. Hard to believe they would fit you,
actually. She pulls at the stretched out elastic band
by his inner leg. Her finger lightly glides over his
smooth thigh and he jumps a little, tickled. How are
these not cutting off your circulation? Joe shrugs.
Mary sees the little bulge of his penis barely
pushing out the front of her old panties... Is this
your little penis? She playfully rubs the small lump
over the panties. Joe giggles. It's so small. Joe
bites his lower lip watching as she focuses on his
little penis. Can I see it? Joe nods. She pulls the
top band down over his bald little boy cock and
balls. It's so tiny. Like a lot smaller then you
should be. Mary holds his little testicle between her
fingertips gently rolling it around, messaging it.
You should probably see the nurse tomorrow at school.
I think you should be bigger.
Joes little penis hardens and expands to his full
length no bigger than Mary's little finger. It's just
so cute. Phew, you smell like semen. You obviously
masturbate in my clothes. She rises from the bed and
continues to fold her clothes.
I don't.
Whatever. You need to take a shower and wash those
old panties, or just throw them away they're too
small for you and me.
I like wearing them. They're cute. Joe stands and
pulls the panties back into their comfortable
position.
Mary picks off an invisible piece of lint from her
perfectly rectangular shirt and places it on the
stack, she flicks the lent into her empty trash can.
They do look good on you. You do make a pretty girl.
Emily gives Joe a once over appraising his
attributes. How about we go to the mall and look at
some clothes and get a makeover.
I already have enough clothes.
Girl clothes that are your size.
Joe's eyes light up. He glances over at his sister's
closet and imagines what it would be like to have all
her clothes. A closet full of cute clothes. Yes,
please. Sounds fun.
Good. I'll finish up here while you go take a shower.
But, what about the money?
I'm sure she has some we can take.
Ok.
Joe peels the thin bar of soap from the indented
plastic area in the shower. The water hisses down
with minimal water pressure. Joe rubs the bar against
his legs working a lather. Over his pale and slender
calves and up his smooth thighs. He rubs the bar
under his little testicles and over his small penis
shyly receded from the water temperature. He pushes
the bar of soap between his cheeks and along his ass
crack. The bar of soap slips from his grip and slides
down the dirty beige plastic tub and circles around
by the drain. Bending over he the water hits his back
and drips down his face and off his nose. He picks up
the soap and continues his shower. He rubs the bar of
soap over his chest and hard little nipples. They
feel like little electric shocks shooting through his
body as he washes them. Under his soft bare armpits
and down his thin arms. The soap suds build in the
slowly rising water at his feet.
He picks up the empty shampoo bottle and shakes it.
He fills it with water and swishes it around and
pours the soapy liquid onto his hair and places it
back on the plastic indention of a shelf. Clean.
He steps out onto a red crusty bathmat and rummages
through the pile of old dirty towels heaped by the
toilet. The brown and white floral pattern pulls free
easily from the heap. He dries himself and slides his
panties back up his clean slender legs and pulls the
dress back on. He looks down the hall into the living
room and notices Chris isn't sitting on his couch.
Curious, Joe slips down the hall. The Mommy's room is
on the opposite end and through the open door Joe
sees Chris's naked ass flexing between the Mommy's
splayed legs. He can hear the flat impact of his hips
thrusting as he fucks the Mommy, again. Jealousy and
rejection slowly burn inside him as he watches his
brother's sexy ass. He wants to go join them again
but he had made plans with Mary. He turns reluctantly
away when he hears Chris tell his unconscious mother
that he's going to cum. He says, Yeah. Take it whore.
Mmmm.
He closes the door behind him and Mary's clean
perfect room is like an oasis. The smell is sweeter.
The sunlight streaming through her window seems
brighter and warmer. She puts the last article back
into her dresser. She notices his lack of makeup,
washed away. You look much better.
Thanks.
Did you remember to wash behind your ears. She grabs
his little ears and rubs them. Joe playfully pushes
her hands away. Stop that. You always use to do that.
Mary smiles and Joe can see the sadness still lingers
in her eyes but for the moment at least she can
smile. Are you wearing those old nasty panties?
Joe doesn't want to answer yes and be made to hand
them over but he can't help but nod. You should take
those off and give them to me. Mary holds her hand
out waiting for the wad of stinky warm panties.
But I want to keep them.
I'll give them back. I just want to wash them.
Joe slides the little girl panties down his legs and
steps out of them reluctantly. He hands them to her
and she puts them in her dirty clothes hamper inside
her closet and closes the doors. Get your shoes and
I'll get the money.
Kay.
In the bedroom he rummages through the piles of
clothes and junk on their floor. He finds his shoes
kicked under his bed. He remembers how Chris taught
him how to tie his shoes. The bunny ears, running
around the tree and into the hole. Presto!
Joe walks into the living room and notices that Chris
isn't watching the movie. He looks jealously at the
Mommy's closed door. Imagining that Chris was
fiercely fucking him instead of her. Bitch. Joe
watches as Mary rummages through the contents of the
Mommy's spilled purse. The open wallet is empty
sitting among the empty cigarette packs and
individually wrapped tampons. Mary opens the small
container by the makeup compact and pulls out a bunch
of small baggies with white powder and others with
just little pieces of gravel. Seems odd to Joe that
the Mommy would carry those around with her. Mary
shoves the baggies back into the container and looks
into the Mommy's empty purse and feels around inside.
She unzips a small pocket and pulls out a thinly
folded bill. Mary looks satisfied and stuffs it in
her pocket.
She turns to Joe, Ready?
Wishing that he was cuddling on the couch with Chris
with the taste of his cum in his mouth. The slimy
feel of Vaseline between his cheeks while he drips
the cum from inside him. Joe shrugs resignedly, Ok.
Behind their green and white trailer, in the over
grown weeds and grass they take their old rusty
bikes. Joe has Mary's old bike from when she was
younger. It's smaller with multicolored streamers off
the handle bars and a little white basket in front.
Mary takes Chris's bike, which he never rides.
Together they ride down the dirt road. The sweet
smell of fragrant grasses and wild flowers fill the
hot and humid summer air. They ride to the paved road
and follow it down into town. The heat and the
exertion have them both sweating when they arrive at
the mall.
Inside the air conditioning hits them like an orgasm.
Oh Gawd this feels so good. They stand in the
entrance fanning themselves and soaking in the cool
air. Mary suggests getting a cool drink at the place
in the food court. They sit at the tables and share a
large paper cup of ice water. Joe watches the other
people. Some families sitting together. The Dad and
Mom and siblings laughing and eating. Some groups
sitting and talking. Couples on dates or just friends
being together. They all are happy looking. Joe
wonders what it would be like to have been a part of
their families or be the friend at the table. Joe
feels lonely. All around him are images of
relationships he doesn't have.
Mary offers him the mostly empty cup of water and
asks him if he's ok. She says he looks sad. Joe says
he's fine with a smile and sucks up the last of the
water. Mary says perhaps some girl time will cheer
him up. And the idea does bring a smile to his face.
Mary grabs his hand, Come on. She leads him down the
mall towards the cosmetic stall. Her hand is cool and
clammy in his soft little hand. Joe enjoys the simple
gesture of affection. Mary is hardly ever home but
she is always so very sweet, like a good big sister.
Even though he doesn't have the life that those happy
people had in the food court at least he has her, and
this moment. He wraps his other arm around her
slender arm and pushes his face against her shoulder
in an awkward walking hug. She smiles at him, patting
his hand.
He smiles brightly back at her, Thank you for this.
You're welcome honey.
The Asian woman at the cosmetic stall watches them
approach with a hungry look. You want make up? I make
you up. I do you both, good price.
Just her please. Mary gestures to Joe and Joe feels
slightly frightened. He doesn't want to let go of
Mary and be alone and vulnerable. Joe just stands
there holding Mary's hand.
The Asian woman laughs to Mary, She shy.
Mary coxes Joe into the chair and holds his hand as
the Asian woman talks in her broken English to fill
the silence of the situation. Joe feels vulnerable
and helpless in the chair and squeezes Mary's hand
when she brings out the sharp looking eyeliner. The
whole process is pretty painless. Joe looks in the
mirror and is amazed. She used so much less than he
does. Subtle. Just a touch of dark eye shadow around
the eyes was all that was needed with the eye liner
and mascara. Mary didn't let her use any of concealer
or rouge just lipstick, a very soft pink to contrast
the dark eye makeup.
Joe's emotions swell and he smiles so happily.
Beauty. His face has beauty. And this scary Asian
woman was able to bring the beauty to the surface and
highlight it. Thank you so much!
You very pretty girl.
Joe looks back into the mirror and sees a pretty
girl. Mary buys the products that she used on Joe and
takes the little plastic bag. Thank you.
Together they walk through the mall, hand in hand.
Joe feels attractive and shy. He notices all the guys
and girls looking at him as they pass. Some of their
eyes are bright like they see something they like and
others hard like they're angry at him. Joe is not
used to all the passive attention. Mary compliments
him and says he looks so pretty.
They walk through the large opening of the clothing
store. All the clothes are hung on circular racks and
all the customers walk in circles sorting through
each one. Joe imagines that it's like a ballroom
dance. One woman holds a sleeve of a soft looking
brown sweater, steps back and poses as she reads the
price tag. Then she lets it fall gracefully as she
walks lightly around the rack and repeats the process
with the next and so on.
Mary stops in front of a wall full of plastic wrapped
packages of underwear. All the packages look the same
except for the colors of the panties inside them. Joe
asks Mary if there are any thongs.
I don't think they make thongs for kids. Mary grabs a
package and says, These are close. They're cut high
to show cheek and a low waist band. Kind of sexy.
Surprised they make these for your size. Go try them
on.
Really?
Yeah. Mary leads him to the dressing room and
explains that they need to make sure these are the
right size. The girl smiles understandingly and cuts
the top off the plastic bag for them. Mary says she
be right outside.
Alone in the dressing room Joe looks at himself in
the full length mirror. His yellow spaghetti strap
summer dress and his fresh make up, shaggy blond
hair. He lifts up his dress over his pale slender
thighs and above his little bald penis. It hangs
there defiantly. He covers it with three fingers and
imagines himself without it in the mirror. He sighs
and turns around lifting the dress over his butt. How
he wishes Chris's hard cock was pounding away inside
him right now. He would love the way I look. Joe
spreads his cheeks apart and clinches his little hole
closed, open, closed. Mary knocks lightly on his door
and asks if they fit, startling him.
Just a sec. He opens the crinkly package and pulls
the first pair. He likes the color, dark purple with
a light blue strip along the top forming into a
little bow at the front. How cute. He slides them up
his legs feeling the soft material glide along his
pale skin and up over his little penis and snugly
around his waist. It appears they fit. He turns
around and likes how they look like his old panties
at home. The back shows off the lower half of his
butt just like Chris likes.
Do they fit?
Yes.
Here. Mary hands another package over the top of the
door. Try these on. Joe looks at the package in his
hand, bras. Joe takes the first from the package,
white with little blue squares and a blue ribbon in
the center. This one isn't open in the back like one
of the Mommy's large bras lying on her floor. He
slides the thin yellow straps off his slender
shoulders and the yellow dress falls to the floor
around his ankles. He puts his arms through the bra
and pulls it over his head, down over his chest. The
reflection in the mirror mocks him with her beauty
and girl underwear. But it's a lie. Joe's little
penis is so small that the bulge barely shows through
the cute panties, but it's there.
Do they fit? The handle shakes impatiently. Let me
in.
Joe covers his breasts with his arm and opens the
door a touch. Mary slips in quickly and observes him.
Move your arm so I can see. Joe drops his arm shyly
and stands with his chin down and his knee bent
slightly looking up into Mary's appraising eyes. His
panties come just to the start of his waist and fit
snug against his thin protruding hips. She feels the
tension along the waistband. Satisfied she pulls a
short denim skirt from under her arm. I think these
might fit you.
Joe likes the way that the skirt looks; pleated and
flared at the ends, girly and cute. Oh those are
cute! Joe forgets his modesty and can't wait to see
what those will look like on him. He steps quickly
out of Mary's dress and pulls them up. Giddy at the
cuteness, These are so cute. The ruffled ends stop at
his mid-thigh. He turns around and lifts the backup
showing his cheeky cute panties. Imagining wearing
these while Chris fucks his ass up against a wall
like last time. Chris would slide his panties aside
and slip his hard hot cock between his cheeks and
passed his tight hole and deep inside him. Joe always
has to brace himself with his hands against the wall
and push his ass back against him to keep from being
smashed up against it. Chris would grab his hips and
pound roughly which always makes that hot slapping
sound and makes his balls slap up against his own
tiny ones. Joe wishes it was happening right here in
this bright fluorescent changing room. Smashed up
against the flimsy wall while watching Chris watch
himself fucking him. His muscles lightly showing
under his taunt stomach. His thighs flexing as he
pushes his hard cock fully inside. He would make the
girly moans Chris likes every time he felt the deep
tingle of his brothers cock completely inside him.
The sense of being fully connected to him. Finally
basking in his fickle attentions and affections.
You like?
His cheeks are slightly blushed with arousal, Yes.
Look how aroused you are from looking at yourself.
Joe smiles openly at her. Mary's humorous glimmer in
her eyes as she studies his face. Joe can't help the
warm flush on his face and glow in him. He drops the
skirt back over his cute panties.
I also got this. Mary holds up a sleeveless cream
button up shirt, To go with it. Joe likes the style
and color. Girl clothes are so much better than boys.
So cute. He buttons it up over his bra and the bottom
of the shirt comes up above his belly button. His
pale flat stomach and protruding hips show girlishly.
The shirt is the same color and complexion as his
skin. Joe's heart melts at the complete cuteness of
his reflection. He sequels and hugs Mary. He says he
loves it. He says he never thought he could look so
cute.
You make a cute girl. She smooths some of his hair
behind his ear affectionately. He feels a glow of
gratitude, love and affection for her. Her soft
fingers brush lightly against his ear and cheek. So
rare to get attentions without having to work so hard
for them, without having to get fucked to be noticed.
So this is what it feels like to be cared for? To be
loved? To be considered. He clasps his heads together
at his chest and watches her lips as he leans in and
kisses her, making him look cross eyed to her. Lips
puckered against her soft lips. Mary quickly
overcomes her stun and puckers her lips back against
his. Happiness radiates out of him like a bright
light bulb before it bursts. She returned his kiss.
Chris never does that. He lets the firm kiss linger a
moment. Curious if she would open her mouth like
those girls in movies, but she doesn't. Joe breaks
the kiss and looks into her green eyes, Thanks for
all this.
Mary smiles softly and tells him that he's welcome.
Joe looks at his reflection again. Mary says I also
got these. She pulls a two piece swimming suit out
from under her arm.
Joe laughs, What else have you got under there?
This is it. She holds the red bikini top up and
matching bottom. I got the one with the ruffles that
hang down so you don't have to worry about anyone
seeing that cute little bulge of yours. The warm
feeling of being considered rekindles. Joe is glad
for it because he would be worried.
Want to go swimming?
3. Nachos
They ride their bikes to the pool. Joe insisted on
carrying all the bags. He cleverly put them all into
the bigger bag and rode with them wedged carefully
into the white plastic bucket between his handlebars.
They ride over the gray asphalt, the multicolored
streamers from Joe's handlebars blow lazily in the
hot wind.
Along the way they stop at the drug store and Mary
says she is going to run in real quick. She'll be
right back. So Joe waits with their bikes on the curb
by the sliding glass door. He watches cars swoosh by
on the long gray road. He looks at all their faces
some even notice him as they continue on in their
life; connected with him for that small flicker of a
moment.
The doors slide open and Joe looks over at Mary
carrying a bottle of water and a small white bottle.
Here. She puts the white bottle into the basket with
the other goodies. She cracks the bottle and takes a
big sweaty drink. It's hot. She gives the bottle to
her brother who takes a large drink as well. They're
both drenched in sweat by the time they reach the
pool. Joe takes the bag and the white bottle from his
basket. Mary pays and leads him into the girls
changing room. Joe takes his new swimming suit from
the bag and looks at the other girls changing into
and out of their clothes. Mary strips off her wet
shirt and reveals the bikini she had on underneath.
She apparently had swimming in mind before they left
the house.
She notices his hesitation. Tells him not to worry.
Tells him he's just one of the girls. She leans in
and whispers except you have a penis. Joe watches as
she pulls off her shorts. The green bikini beneath
gets pulled slightly aside and he can see her bald
pubic area. Which looks much better than those nasty
black hairs like the Mommy has. He looks around at
the other girls observing their bodies in various
states of nakedness. The fake blond with her pants
off helping her young daughter into her cute one
piece. The bigger sister beside her with her pale
butt pointing at him. Mary nudges him on the
shoulder. Tells him to stop gawking, it's rude.
Turning his back to them he reaches up under the
yellow dress and pulls his new panties down. He steps
out of them and into the red bikini. It fits
perfectly. He pulls the dress up over his head and
Mary helps tie the top to his chest. He feels
uncomfortable showing so much of his body to all the
strangers at the pool. He tries to walk confidently
like Mary.
They find a spot in the sun. Mary squirts the lotion
on her skin. Would you get my back?
Sure. Joe notices the life guard staring at him. Joe
meets his eye and he looks away quickly. Joe realizes
that he was staring at his ass. The feeling makes him
smile and forget about all the other people for a
moment. He squeezes out a string of lotion down her
back and hands her the bottle back. He rubs the
lotion into her back noticing for the first time that
she has a lot of freckles around her shoulders. He
looks around at the other people splashing in the
pool. Kids yelling and diving into the cool
refreshing water. Fat people float on inter tubes
spinning lazily under the scorching sun. Mary hands
him the lotion and tells him to turn around. She rubs
the left over lotion from her hands into his
shoulders. He squirts some into his hand and rubs his
stomach and chest. Mary holds out her hand and Joe
squirts some lotion into it. She continues working it
into his back which feels really good, like a
massage.
He notices the life guard staring at him again. They
make eye contact and the life guard smiles, Joe feels
flattered. He smiles back and checks him out. Sun
bleached blond shaggy hair, bronze skin and sexy
muscle definition. His bright blue eyes fixed on him.
Maybe Chris's age or a year younger. Mary says she's
done with his back. He nonchalantly turns so that his
little butt points towards the life guard. He bends
over rubbing lotion on his legs. He looks behind him
as he finishes his calves and feet and catches him
staring at his butt. They smile at each other and
giggle.
Mary says something lost in the murmur of the public
pool and jumps straight into the deep end. She sinks
into the cool depths and rises back up into the sun
and air. Cool and comfortable she motions for Joe to
get in. He doesn't want to ruin his make up by
jumping in so he walks awkwardly into the pool from
the shallow end. His body tense against the chill as
he wades out into the water waist deep. He keeps
walking deeper until he's up to his neck and his body
slow relaxes and accepts the sudden change. Relief
from the heat. He leans his back against the side of
the pool and loses himself in the moment. The cool
water encasing him, the loud jumble of multiple
conversations, the occasional kids screaming,
splashing and the merciless sun blazing down on them.
Mary splashes him.
Stop. He wines.
Mary smirks and calls him a sissy mimicking his wine.
I don't want my makeup ruined. She splashing him
again. She says he sweated it off already. That
changes things. Joe dunks his face and pushes his
hair back. They splash each other for a while. Mostly
they lean against the side quietly staying cool.
Mary wants to get some nachos from the concession
stand. They both hop quickly over the burning
concrete on the balls of their feet and sit in the
shaded table area. The pool water drips from the
bodies and puddles beneath the plastic coated wire
mesh picnic tables. They pick chips out from under
the yellow layer of cheese, brown meat and jalapenos.
Mary says the life guard has been looking at him. Joe
blushes happily. Mary measures his expression and
sees how flattered he is.
He doesn't like me, I'm a boy. He likes me cause he
thinks I am a girl. Joe crunches a chip into his
mouth. Tasty.
She chews her mouthful, Exactly. She bites another
chip with a loud crunch. He likes what he sees. Mary
crunches down on another chip as the life guard
appears, shirtless, tan, young, strong and sexy. Joe
stops chewing with another chip halfway to his mouth.
He says hi and introduces himself. Said his name was
Stan. He offers his hand to Joe and looks expectantly
at him. Joe is overwhelmed with his body, voice and
attention. As if his mind short circuited he stares
into his bright and pale blue eyes. Lost.
Her name is Joe. Mary lightly kicks his foot breaking
the spell. Joe catches up to the etiquette required
and offers his hand but there's a chip in it. He puts
the chip in his mouth and takes his hand. Their palms
brush together softly as he firmly shakes Joe's small
pruned hand.
Hi Joe.
Hi. Embarrassed he chews the chip. Feeling like an
idiot.
Stan shakes Mary's hand and she introduces herself.
Can I have a chip? Stan doesn't wait for the response
and snatches one with a large jalapeno on it. Which
is fine to Joe since they're too hot for him, and so
is the heat and so is he. Joe's mind suddenly turns
back on as he checks Stan out in closer detail. He
just wants to trace his muscles with his soft
fingertips. Joe looks down to his crotch and makes
out the bulge of his penis hidden behind his shorts.
The thought of his penis makes his cheeks blush and
feel slightly light headed. He tries to hide his
arousal by eating another chip.
Stan the lifeguard makes small talk about the
weather. Yes it is hot. He inquires about their age.
Mary says 13. Which is a lie but if Mary wants him to
think that it's ok with Joe. Stan says he is 15. Says
he hates school but loves football and wrestling. Joe
has never been good at sports. Mary says she has to
go to the little girl's room. She leaves Joe suddenly
very alone and floundering through the awkward social
interaction.
Stan sits on the table next to him. His feet are up
on the bench and his legs are spread. In the corner
of Joe's eye he can see up the leg of his shorts. He
feels Stan's blue eyes visually massaging him. Joe
shyly meets his eyes. I saw you see me watching you
put on your sun lotion. They both laugh at how silly
that statement was. Joe takes a tiny bite off a chip
under the heavy awkward silence.
Stan looks around at the other people apparently
losing interest in him. Joe can't help himself. He
leans back enough to look down the leg of his shorts.
Down in the back, away from the sun Stan's soft white
dick hangs in its small nest of pubes. Looks smaller
then Chris's but just as tasty. He touches Stan's leg
and feels the strong calf muscle. Stan immediately
whips his eyes back on to Joe. It's hard beneath his
hand not soft and squishy like his own. You're very
strong.
Thank you. He grins vainly and flexes his biceps. Joe
feels his strong arms and shoulders. Imagining what
being held in his arms whilst being fucked would feel
like.
Hey Stan!
Stan pulls his attention away and looks at an older
man. Very tan and wearing red shorts and a red hat,
white strip down the bridge of his nose whistle
around his neck. He points to his watch and Stan says
he has to go. Says his breaks over. Joe says bye.
Stan says he will keep his eye on her.
Her...Joe sighs into his chips. Mary reappears. How
did it go?
I wish I didn't have a penis.
Mary's heart melts. She sits on the bench next to him
and hugs him. You know some boys become girls.
Hope surges up through the hopeless depths of his
depression. Really?
Yeah. It's like a whole process and it takes a while.
But, yeah. In the end they have boobs and a...Mary
points to her crotch and says, A Woohoo.
Joe giggles. Mary takes another chip. The crunch has
started to stale. Ugh, these are getting nasty. Joe
nods and leans back from the table. Mary takes his
hand, Let's get some sun.
They go back to their area where the bags are and
Mary pulls out a couple of beach towels.
Where did you get those?
Mary lays hers out flat and smooths all the wrinkles
out of it. The bags.
But we didn't buy any towels.
Mary lies down on her back eyes closed. If she
doesn't want to talk about it that's alright with
him. He unfolds the towel and lays back. The bright
sun envelops them. Joe feels sleepy after his chips
and finds himself drifting off into the soft oblivion
of rest.
Mary shakes him awake and tells him he should roll
over. Let the sun cook his pale back too. Joe has no
idea how long he was napping. He rolls over and puts
his head on his arms. The pool crowd has thickened
some. The chaotic pool soundtrack lulls his heavy
eyelids lower. Safe in the anonymity of the crowd.
The sun saps his energy and he slips away.
Some passing kids trample Joe and alarm him back into
consciousness. The two brats don't even apologize.
They scamper off carelessly knocking into everyone
and their stuff before their path of destruction ends
at the edge of the pool. Where they both stop looking
into the shimmering depths. One kid pushes the other
one in and he turns and grabs him and they fall in
together. Little shits.
Joe sits up and yawns. Hot and sweaty he grabs the
bottle of water next to Mary. She breathes softly as
she lays on her stomach. Arms and legs strait out
besides her, head turned to the side. A little tuft
of hair had fallen over her face and it puffs out
with every breath. Joe lightly pushes it back off her
face.
Tired from the nap and the sun he cools off in the
pool. The sudden chill shocks him and soothes him at
the same time. He pulls himself up on the side of the
pool and lets his legs dangle in the water. He leans
back on his arms and notices Stan the lifeguard
staring openly at him. Joe feels the flush of
flattery creep back up into his cheeks under the
fresh layer of water dripping off him. Joe smiles and
waves at him. Stan waves back. Another life guard
approaches the life guard chair and Stan climbs down
and the other takes his place. Joe watches as he
bounces and does a double flip off the diving board,
parting the water with minimal splash. After a few
moments Joe doesn't see his head pop up. Time
stretches and every passing moment Joe thinks that
maybe he hit his head on the bottom of the pool and
has drowned. He looks at the other life guard who is
busy staring at a group of girls beside him. No signs
of anyone reacting. No hero's or screaming women.
Just pool people swimming. Joe sits up and looks
around worried just as Stan pops up right between his
legs with his big smile. Stan wipes the water from
his eyes and smooths his hair back.
You see my dive?
Relief washes over him. Yeah. It was really good.
Hardly a splash.
Thanks. Stan wipes a few drops from his eyes and
scans the crowd again. Joe looks at his head between
his knees and the red ruffle bathing suit. He feels
his little penis harden. Curious. It rarely does that
on its own. But Joe knows it's so small it will
hardly make a bulge. Even so he is glad for the
ruffle flap that comes down over it.
Joe likes the view of Stan between his legs and the
secret of knowing his penis is hard. You can hold
your breath for a long time.
That's nothing I've held my breath for way longer
than that. My record is like 3 minutes.
Wow. That's long. Joe bites the corner of his lower
lip thinking how sexy he is.
Want to time me?
Joe shrugs and scoots up to the edge of the pool. Ok.
Ok. Stan bobs up and down. One. He pushes his air out
of his lungs. Two. He bobs up and sucks in a deep
breath.
Joe pushes his head down under the water playfully,
Three.
Stan pops up quickly smiling big. He pulls Joes legs
and he slides off into the water with a girly yelp.
Stan ducks him playfully. Joe laughs happily under
the blue water of the pool. He stands up against
Stan's strong body, laughing. Stan playfully splashes
him and he turns away with water in his eyes. Stan
moves in close and Joe feels a hard feeling push up
against his butt. Stan reaches around to his ribs and
tickles him. Joe giggles and laughs and squirms
against Stan's hard cock. Instinctively he pushes his
butt back against Stan's hard penis and looks back
over his shoulder with a little moan. Stan stops
tickling him and lets Joe rub his ass against him.
Stan leans close to Joe's ear, lips brushing against
his lobe. I know a little spot around the corner
where we can be alone.
Joe nods. Excitement floods his small body. The
butterflies in his stomach flutter furiously. His
face is hot as he follows Stan the lifeguard around
behind the storage area. He stops and pulls him into
his strong arms and pushes his tongue inside Joe's
mouth. Joe submits in Stan's strong arms and melts
into the kiss. He pushes his tongue back against
Stan's. Stan walks Joe back up against the wall of
the storage building and grips his soft ass with both
hands, caressing them. He reaches under the ruffly
flap and inside his suit, firmly kneading his ass.
Joe moans like Chris likes. He can't help it. He
feels Stan's hard cock pressed against his waist.
He needs to feel it. He looks into Stan's eyes as he
reaches inside his warm trunks and grabs his hard hot
cock in his little soft hand. His eyes stay closed as
he licks Joe's tongue. He traces the length. Not as
large as Chris's but still super fucking sexy. He
stops kissing him and looks down pulling his cock out
of his shorts. Beautiful. Circumcised and pale with a
light pink head. Joe loves the shape and texture of a
hard penis. Stan lifts his bikini top over his hard
nipple and sucks on it. Joe moans at the suction
sending shocks through his body. He rubs Stan's cock.
Stan sucks his other hard nipple and kisses him. Joe
melts again into the kiss and feels Stan pushing him
down on his shoulders.
He looks Stan in the eyes as he lets himself be
lowered to his knees. He knows what he wants. And Joe
really wants this cock in his mouth. Joes jaw drops
open and he keeps eye contact with Stan as he pulls
his shorts down over his pale waist. The smell fills
him like pheromones. He stars drooling reflexively
and rubs his face against his cock and balls inhaling
him. Stan grips his head gently but firmly and leads
his mouth to his balls. Joe stares into his blue eyes
as he sucks each testicle into his mouth and tugs
back on it. Joe can see that he really liked that.
Stan sticks his chin out some and rubs his cock over
Joes face while he sucks his sack; lost in the smell
and sensation.
Stan pushes Joe's mouth off his balls and to his
cock. But he keeps it just out of reach. Joe tries to
lick the tip with his tongue. Joe rubs Stan's balls
and strokes his cock with the other. Eager to get it
in his mouth he pulls Stan closer to him by his cock.
He wraps his lips around the smooth head. The flavor
of precum teases his taste buds. Stan pulls his cock
out of Joe's mouth making him involuntarily start
chasing it with his mouth. But Stan teasingly pulls
it away.
Please Stan. Joe opens his mouth and tries to swallow
his cock but Stan pulls it away again and asks,
Please what?
Joe swells with pride at knowing the right answer for
these moments. He knows what his Brother Chris would
want to hear. Please let me suck your cock. He gives
it back and Joe ravenously devours it. Gorging on his
masculine mystique. Joe sucks his cock like Chris
loves. He rubs his balls and strokes him with the
other. It took a lot of practice to develop his
coordination but he is grateful for it as he looks up
into Stan's face. He loves the feeling of being able
to please him like this. The look on his face
contents him and makes him starve for more. Joe
enthusiastically sucks Stan.
Stan pulls his cock out of Joe's mouth and strokes
his cock right around the base of the head. He says,
Open your mouth. Joe opens his mouth to catch his
cum. He stares up into Stan's face relishing the look
of his orgasm. He pursues his lips as he says, Oh
yeah! He shoots a spurt of hot cum across Joes face
and into his hair. Another across his nose and onto
his eye. He flinches and peeks out with his other
eye. He watches as Stan pushes the tip of his cock
into Joes willing and thirsty mouth. He moans as he
shoots spurt after spurt into his mouth. The
delicious flavor fills his mouth and he lets it all
pool in his mouth like Chris likes. When finally he
finishes Joe shows him all the cum in his mouth.
That's so fucking hot. I wish I had my cell to take a
pic. Swallow it. Joe obliges happily and shows him
his clean mouth. Tada!
Stan pulls Joe to his feet and turns him around. Stan
rubs his cock against his ass. Stan pulls the waist
down and Joe panics that he will notice his small
hard cock. Luckily Stan just pulled it down over his
pale ass. Stan rubs his cock between his ass cheeks.
Joe loves the feel of his freshly sucked cock still
wet sliding between his cheeks. He pushes his ass
back against him and leans forward against the wall.
Stan grabs Joe's breasts, or at least where his
breasts would be if he had them. His hands squeeze
firmly around his hard sensitive nipples under his
red bikini top. Joe needs him inside. He reaches back
and spreads his ass apart submissively. He turns his
head back, Please fuck me in the ass. Joe can feel
himself dilating in preparation for his cock.
You want it in your ass?
Yes. Please. Joe reaches around and points Stan's
cock to his opening.
Stan excitedly rubs some of his spit on the tip of
his cock and pushes it up against Joe's sphincter. It
pops off a couple of times because he's so tight. Joe
remembers to relax. He takes a deep breath to steady
his beating heart. His breath has been in short sharp
gasps. He's light headed with lust. Stan pushes the
tip inside him and Joe pushes back firmly. He shoves
in half the size and Joe moans with a mixture of pain
and pleasure.
Your ass feels so fucking good. Stan shoves his cock
the rest of the way inside. Joe can feel the hairs
tickle him as he fully penetrates him. Not as deep as
Chris but good enough. Joe moans his girly moans
pushing his ass back. Stan feels Joe's chest where
his breasts would be. He starts thrusting back
against Joe harder as he thrusts into him. The
combined force making that super-hot smacking sound.
Joe feels Stan's balls smacking up against his own
tiny ones. He loses himself in the penetration. He
moans with every full stroke just like Chris would
like.
Stan holds him close in his strong arms and leans his
chest on Joes back. Joe submits in still acceptance.
Comforted in the feeling of giving himself over to be
used as pleasure. Joe hears himself moaning just like
those girls in the movies, he can't help it. Stan
breathes heavy in his ear squeezing him tighter as he
urgently shoves himself inside Joe. And then there is
that throbbing feeling and the warm cum spill inside
him. Stan shoves his waist forward making him as deep
as he can be, just like Chris does. Joe gasps from
the warmth of his cum filling his ass. Joe has always
loved that feeling.
Stan turns Joes head back and they kiss while slowly
humping his juicy ass.
What the fuck!
They both turn at the direction of the voice.
Did you just fuck him? The girl slaps Joe in the face
knocking him to the ground.
Stan laughs at the violence and watches with his cock
still poking up from his shorts shiny and fresh from
Joe's ass. Joe is in shock, speechless as the sting
of the slap reddens on his face. Some angry girl
stands above him with her hands on her hips staring
daggers down at him. She's dressed in a smart string
bikini. She has her long blond hair braided in
pigtails. A small swath of freckles cover her nose
and cheek bones. Her cold blue eyes blaze with anger.
Joe feels the warm trail of cum dripping from his
puckered ass. He pulls his bikini back up over his
ass trying not to cry from the pain and
embarrassment. This slut has cum dripping from her
ass. She puts her foot on Joes face and grinds it
into the grass. Next time you ask my permission
before you fuck my boyfriend, slut. Joe apologizes
and cries. His tears leek from his eyes and into the
soil smearing mud on his face. He ineffectually
attempts to push her foot off. She raises her foot
and points her toes at his mouth. Suck my big toe
like you sucked my boyfriend's cock. Afraid of being
hurt worse he opens his mouth and she slides her big
toe inside his warm mouth. She smirks sadistically as
she pushes her toe in and out. Joe looks up her long
perfectly tan and muscular leg and notices a damp
patch in the center of her bikini. The taste of her
toes disgusts him. The feel of her toe nail slightly
scraping against his tongue makes him want to retch
all over her perfect pedicure. He wonders how much
longer she is going to make him suck her toe when a
shadow falls across his face. His eyes adjust too
slowly to see who this new person is. The mean girl
shrieks and grabs her face taking her foot away.
You bitch.
The dark shadow swings its arm and the mean girl
falls to the ground holding her face and crying. Joe
feels a mocking smirk stretch across his face.
Delighted to see her making the same face and in the
same pose as himself. Joe stands up and looks for his
hero. Stan is nowhere to be seen.
If you ever touch my sister again I'll bite your
goddamn nipples off! Mary stands over the mean girl
as she cringes away and covers her tiny breasts. Mary
smooths back Joe's hair and looks at his face. You
ok?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Sure?
Yes. But, Wow. You're fucking awesome. You're my
hero.
Mary glares at the mean girl as she gets up and
scampers away glaring hatefully back at them. Joe
cringes away into the safe presence of his sister.
When she had disappeared Mary asks what that was all
about. Joe tells her that she caught Stan and him
kissing.
Kissing?! She cocks her eyebrows up in little sharp
peeks.
Yeah.
Mary takes Joes wrist and places his hand on the spot
of cum in his hair and on his face. It's ok. You
don't have to lie to me. If you don't want to tell me
don't.
Sorry.
I love you. Mary holds Joe in a firm hug. Joe holds
her back tightly savoring this unfamiliar feeling.
I love you too. You're the best sister anyone has
ever had. The hold each other behind the storage shed
under the burning sun. The hot wind stirs around them
lightly playing with Mary's hair.
Come on we should go.
4. Mary's Home
They gather their bags and change back into their
clothes. Joe keeps looking for either Stan or the
mean girl but they're nowhere to be seen. They fold
the bags and place them carefully into the white
bucket on Joe's bike. Joe follows Mary through town
unsure of where they're headed. They weave through
the back roads, through the dilapidated
neighborhoods, by the rusted trucks dead in over
grown yards. Mary waves at an angry looking old man
drinking whiskey from the bottle on his broken porch.
He waves back and Joe is relieved they don't stop.
They ride down the gravel road. There are some
campers and cars parked in small gravel lots. Mary
skids to a stop in front of a small beige and rusty
camper. There are two lawn chairs sitting up by a
large spool and fire pit by the front door.
See my little garden.
Joe looks at the red tulips growing peacefully out of
the dark and healthy soil. I like your flowers. Very
pretty.
Mary thanks him and unlocks the door. She turns on
the small AC unit in the window. It kicks on and
loudly blows cool air over them. They stand in front
of the machine trying to cool down. The camper has a
small walkway leading to a raised bed. There is a
small white table with a brown beer bottle holding a
red tulip. A 'U' shaped booth is built around it by a
tiny stove and fridge. Everything is super clean and
sparkly white. It even smells lemony.
I think it's cooler outside then it is in here.
Joe nods and sits in the folding chair outside
fanning himself with his hand. Mary brings out a
large plastic cup full of ice water. She closes the
door to the camper, It doesn't take long for the AC
to cool it down in there. She gives Joe the
refreshingly cool drink. He takes a small sip and
sucks an ice cube into his mouth. He puts the cup on
the large wooden spool. Exhaustion hits him full
force. The sun, pool, sex and fighting takes it out
of a boy.
Mary says one day she will make a big garden with
tomatoes, watermelons and pumpkins. Maybe even huge
stalks of corn. Wouldn't that be awesome.
Joe nods his head. That would be very good. Maybe a
big green tractor too.
Mary likes that idea. He hopes Mary gets her farm
someday but right now all he can think about is
shade, sleep and cool. His little stomach rumbles
loudly. And food.
He asks if this is her Dad's place. She crunches on
an ice cube, Yeah. It's mine and Dad's.
Where is he?
He drives a truck so he's gone a lot. He should be
back in couple of days or so.
Does he take you with him when he goes out of town?
Mary looks down at her feet sadly, No. He says he
can't. Says I should stay and go to school. I hate it
here though. Daddy says one day he will take me away.
All the way to the ocean where we can be together,
just the two of us.
Joe feels sad at the thought of losing her. He looks
up into her pained and hopeful face and squeezes her
hand. That sounds beautiful.
She smiles and says maybe he can come too. Joe
imagines sitting on the sandy shore watching the dark
blue waves of the ocean break and reform, ebbing and
flowing. The thought lulls his heavy lids closed. He
yawns heavily.
Mary gives a sympathetic yawn and says the camper is
probably cool by now. She tells him to go take a
shower while she makes dinner.
Joe opens the narrow door and turns sideways to get
into the bathroom. There is a tiny shower stall,
toilet and sink. He slips the straps from his
shoulders and Mary's dress falls to the floor. He
shakes his hips side to side as he shimmies his
panties down and closes the folding plastic curtain.
The spray of water is refreshing. He turns the faucet
on the cool side and stands soaking it up. He pours a
huge amount of shampoo into his tiny hand spilling
it. He lathers his hair all over enjoying the feel
and smell. Joe can't remember the last time he got to
use actual shampoo. He lets the suds pour down his
face and down the small drain. He doesn't see a bar
of soap but he takes the purple body wash and pours
it into his hands. He rubs it all over his skin. It
is a pleasant fruity smell. He washes his chest
firmly remembering Stan's caresses. The warm feel of
his breath and mouth on his neck and lips. His taste.
The cold water beads over his face flushed with
desire. Soap suds slide softly down the back of his
long legs as he washes his butt. Mimicking the way
Stan kneaded him. He rubs his soapy and slender
fingertip against his anus like Stan's cock before he
pushed inside. The cold spray of the water falls like
shards of ice against his hard nipples. He pushes his
finger inside him. Soft, warm and tight around
Kevin's cock. He fucks himself hard like Kevin did
before he spent his warm cum inside. Before it ran
down his leg like the suds from the soap. He washes
his finger and lets the water spray over his face,
feeling spent. After a while of standing under the
cool water he shuts it off and pulls a pleasant
smelling fluffy towel from the holder on the back of
the door. Mary taps on the door and tells him she put
his clothes out on the bed. She says don't put on the
dirty clothes.
Ok. He wraps the soft towel around him. High enough
to cover his hard nipples. The smell of food reminds
him how hungry he is. On the bed is his cute new
outfit and his new bra and panties. Joe sequels in
delight at how cute they are. Oh my gosh I can't
believe these are mine! Thank you so much for these.
Mary stirs a small pot on the tiny stove and smiles
at him. She tells him that he's welcome.
Joe drops his towel and Mary looks at the back of her
brother's body. His tiny pale butt seems even paler
now in tan lines. She giggles a bit and compliments
his tan lines. Joe didn't even notice it till now. He
looks down at his slender body and can visibly see
tan lines where the bikini was. He strains his neck
around his shoulder looking at the tan lines around
his little butt. He loves how girly he looks now. He
thinks Chris will love it. He can't wait to show him
and his new outfit. Maybe he will look at me more
when he sees how cute I am. He turns and asks Mary if
he looks cute with the tan lines. He poses with his
hands together in front of him over his tiny penis,
one leg in front of the other making a V with his
thighs, a shy look of in his green eyes as he peeks
out from under his wet shaggy blond hair fallen over
his eyes.
She looks at his long slender legs, up to the
rectangular strip of pale skin around his tiny little
penis and protruding hips, curving gracefully up his
torso to the small pale triangles of flesh over his
pink nipples. He looks at her nervously.
Very cute!
He laughs in relief and says, Least it's not a
sunburn. He slips into his new girl clothes as Mary
pours the Spaghetti O's into plastic bowels. They eat
at the table and watch a little black and white TV on
the counter. The food is very tasty. Joe offers to
clean up if she wants to take a shower. She tells him
to use the dish soap under the counter and the
sponge. She says don't just put them in the sink.
Ok.
He rinses the bowels in the small white sink. He
pours the dish soap all over the bowels and the green
and yellow sponge and scrubs. The suds form and grow
as he scours the two bowels clean. He pours the dish
soap on his hands and blows bubbles from between his
fingers and through the narrow opening of his fist.
Joe loves bubbles. The color and strange look to them
are very amusing. After a little awhile the water in
the shower stops and Mary opens the door wearing the
towel over her breasts just as Joe had to cover his
hard nipples. She opens the little mini closet door.
Joe watches the little TV as Mary changes into one of
her Dads long shirts with a faded picture of a truck.
She smells the shirt and smiles. She yawns and sits
on the bed. You can wear my night gown if you want.
Joe looks at the pink nightgown in her hands. That's
very pretty. He strips out of his new outfit, down to
his panties and bra. Mary tells him to take off the
bra. He slips the long pink night gown over his
shoulders. The soft and slippery feel of the liner
brushes against his skin. He untwists the thin
shoulder straps and tugs down on the gown smoothing
out the wrinkles. He looks at himself wearing this
adorable pink night gown. Pink ruffle around the base
and chest with a cute pink bow right in the center
above his heart.
It fits! He twirls the end of his gown up.
Daddy got that for me when I was 11. Couple of years
small on me now.
It feels so soft. He rubs his hands over the gown,
around his ribs and down to his hips. Is it ok to not
wear any panties?
Mary smirks, I guess. Mary watches as her brother
slide his panties down his legs. Feel better?
Yes. Joe looks almost a little guilty admitting it.
The cool and smooth sensation on his little penis
feels so nice. His nipples harden to sharp points,
aching. Joe just wants to rub his breasts and
luxuriate in the sensation of this incredibly cute
pink night gown.
Mary watches him fidget. You want to touch yourself
don't you?
A hot wave of arousal inflames his lusts. Excited and
embarrassed to admit, Yes.
I love that you can be honest with me. Mary takes his
hand and scoots back onto her Daddy's bed. Come here
and lie down. They slip underneath the sheets. Mary
curls up against Joe's arm as he lays on his back.
The night gown caresses his skin. He rubs his breasts
soothing his aching nipples. His eyes roll back as
his lids close in pleasure. A little moan of relief
escapes him. He firmly squeezes the more sensitive
parts of his breasts and nipples. He forgets himself
in the sensation of this gown. He slides his ass back
and forth against the material. His small little
pouch of testicles glide over the smooth pink girly
gown. Mary whispers into his ear, I want to watch.
She pulls the sheet off him and reveals him writhing
in the sensations against her nightgown. His eyes
closed in pleasure and breathing deep in lust. He
slowly licks his lips imagining sucking his brother's
cock. His pretty pink lips wrapped firmly around the
hot smooth head. Chris sometimes likes to hump his
mouth forcing himself too deeply making him gag. He
would rub his hard cock against Joes face while Joe
sucked his hairy balls. Lost in the smell and flavor
of his cock. Like Stan's. He swells with lust. His
tiny penis raises up against the night gown. He felt
attractive and desired. His little penis slides
across the pink smoothness. He really liked how that
felt to be attractive. Safe in his strong tan arms
with his small ass pushed back against Stan while he
quickly hammers his cock inside him.
Joe moans and opens his eyes focusing on his sister's
face. She's on her side curled up against his arm
watching. Her hand between her thighs, pulling the
shirt tightly against her small tits. Joe can see her
nipples are hard and poking through her Daddy's
shirt. His body tingles as he rubs his breasts
watching her. Mary says she wants to be honest with
him and tell him a secret. She says she doesn't like
to wear panties to bed either. Mary rubs her juicy
pussy through her Daddy's shirt. The stretched cotton
scratches slightly over her sensitive clit. She likes
it. The abrasiveness reminds her of her Daddy's
stubble when he hasn't shaved.
Joe feels empty inside him. He sucks his first and
second fingers, coating them in saliva. He bends his
knees up and spreads his legs wider apart. He rubs
his anus getting it slippery and slips his fingers
inside. He moans and humps his fingers slowly. He
raises his little pale butt up and lowers himself
down on his penetrating fingers. Stan's penis was a
little bigger than his fingers but they still feel
really good. He grips his breast with his other hand.
His girly moans of pleasure seep from his mouth.
Mary watches as her brother fucks himself on his
fingers. She knows boys like to masturbate with their
penis however Joe doesn't even touch his. He does it
like a girl. Joe humps his fingers faster and his
body tenses with the effort. His face looks pained
with pleasure as he moans suddenly and holds his
breath. Mary climaxes. She tightens her thighs around
her hand and falls back on to the pillow. Her eyes
closed, rolled back in her head. The rush of her
orgasm washes over leaving her sweaty and juicy
between her thighs. There is a damp spot beneath her
butt and her Daddy's shirt is wet where she was
rubbing her pussy. But she doesn't care in this
moment. She breathes heavily and looks over at Joe.
He breathes heavy as well and stares up into her eyes
over her small heaving breasts. Her nipples poke out
from under the shirt. She takes his hand in hers. And
they catch their breath in the silent glow of their
orgasms.
So what really happened with the life guard?
Joe smiles embarrassed to admit but excited to tell
her. He tells her how they made out behind the
building. Then I sucked his cock and he came on my
face and in my mouth.
Did you swallow it?
Of course...Joe is slightly shocked to even consider
not to. Curious, Joe flips over quickly onto his
stomach and pulls himself closer to his sister's cute
face. Excitedly he asks if she's sucked a cock? In
his mind he pictures all times he sucked his
brother's cock and then Stan's today. He thinks he
would love to suck a cock at this moment. He studies
her face, her slight smile and happy glimmer in her
eyes. Yes.
Did you swallow it? He tenses in anticipation of her
answer.
Yeah.
Joe giggles and asks her if she liked it.
Not at first. I mean it kinda tastes like salty
jelly. So it's not so bad once you get used to it.
Joe says he loves it. He says sometimes it's all he
can think about. Cock. And sucking cock. Having it
inside me.
Mary informs him that he is a horny slut and that she
loves him. She pulls him to her mouth and gives him a
firm but short kiss on his thick lips. He tells her
that he loves her.
Is that all that happened with the life guard?
Yeah. Well...That and he kind of ...fucked my butt.
Mary overacts in mock surprise. With a gasp, You are
a slut. Joe smiles at the fresh memory as it flickers
by in his mind. I guess.
Weren't you afraid that he would find out that you're
a... that you have a penis? He says that he was. But
he only took the back part down over his butt. Joe
knew that if he kept Stan's hands away he might not
notice.
Mary laughs at his embarrassing admission. She
guesses the rest. Girlfriend appears, blah blah blah.
Then you save the day!
Mary looks at how happy he is and melts with
affection. Awww...No one messes with my sister. They
both laugh. Joe leans in and kisses her firmly. Best
sister anyone could ever have. They look at each
other openly and honestly, intimately. She asks him
if he had ever been with a girl.
Joe whips is head to the side and flicks the hair
from his eye, No. Mary watches his face as she pulls
him on top of her, between her legs. Joe lets himself
be positioned between her thin thighs. She watches
his face as she lifts her Daddy's shirt up over her
pussy. Joe is relieved to see her smooth pale vagina
and not that nasty hairy one like the Mommy's. Joe
fights down a shiver of revulsion at the thought.
Mary lifts his pink ruffly gown up over his small
penis, hanging limply, bald and smooth. Mary bites
her lower lip and lifts her waist up. She rubs her
wet pussy on her brother's penis. Joe feels her soft,
warm and juicy pussy slide over him. Her juice is
making him wet and glisten. She pulls his little ass
towards her applying more pressure to her clit. She
watches his face as he watches her grind her pussy
against his limp little penis. He has his finger
against the corner of his lip kinda biting it. He is
bent back slightly to keep balance watching
Do you like that?
Yeah...Kind of. I mean I don't really feel much
there. I feel it more in my nipples and my... butt.
I like it in my butt too. She stops rubbing her pussy
against his little penis. Look at my pussy. She holds
her legs back and spreads her pussy wide. See that?
She gesture to the pale membrane over her opening.
Not really. All kinda blurry.
Blurry? You should get your eyes checked at the
nurse's tomorrow at school. Here. Get closer.
He situates himself on the bed and leans in for a
closer inspection. He can smell the smell of her
arousal. Kind of like when Chris gets super sweaty
after fucking him only different. Kinda of softer
somehow. The blurry image sharpens slightly as he
leans closer between her legs. Right at the tip of
her finger as she spreads herself open.
That's my hymen. Means I'm still a virgin. Daddy says
I can't be a Momma while I have this. He wants me to
find someone special to give it to.
Found anyone yet? She shakes her head, No. Mary asks
him if he would kiss it. Joe leans in and plants his
lips lightly and lovingly where she wanted. And here.
Mary points to the small little bulb of her clit. Joe
pushes his thick soft lips over her. Mary melts in
pleasure. She moans long and low and relaxes back
into the bed. Joe can see she obviously likes this
and would like him to continue. Joe pretends her
little bulb is a super tiny penis. He tries to suck
it into his mouth producing a deep moan of pleasure
from his sister. He pushes his tongue against it and
makes small circles.
She lifts her head up and looks at him with his
tongue pressed against her clit. His bright green
eyes staring up at her. She asks him to put his
fingers in her butt. Like you did to yourself.
Joe wets his fingers. Mary pulls her cheek to the
side helpfully. Joe rubs against her anus and slowly
pushes his two fingertips inside her. She closes her
eyes and relaxes. Lick me again while you finger me.
Joe is happy to please his sister. He loves her and
loves seeing her like this not crying or sad. He
licks her smooth little bulb and she falls heavily
back onto the bed. She grabs her breasts firmly over
her Daddy's shirt and moans. She rotates her hips and
slides her pussy over his mouth. She whispers,
That's just how Daddy does it. Oh yeah. She rubs her
pussy harder against Joe's mouth. She fucks herself
harder on his fingers. She grabs her breasts harder
in her clenched fists. She grunts hard and calls for
her Daddy. Her voice goes up really high and girly.
Joe thinks Chris would love to hear him sound like
this while he fucked him. She holds her breath and
slides her ass down all the way on Joe's fingers and
twitches slightly. She lifts her head up and makes
eye contact with Joe. She holds Joes head firmly
against her wet pussy and rubs it over his mouth. Joe
willingly submits and rubs his tongue back against
her. She tenses tighter and exhales with a heavy
sigh. Her face is flushed and sweaty as she falls
back into the pillows. Joe keeps licking her and she
catches her breath. She looks down at her brother and
pulls him up to her.
Passion darkens her eyes. Joe is a little scared
being pulled up to her. She pulls him onto his back.
She stands up on her knees and pulls her Daddy's
shirt up and over her head. She shakes her long blond
hair down and she pulls the shirt off her arms. Joe
looks at his sister's body and wishes he looked like
her. Her small pale breasts and hard pink nipples.
Her long body and hips and pale smooth vagina. She
says every girl should know what it's like to have
their pussy licked. Joe is about to tell her he
doesn't have a pussy when she pushes his legs back
against his chest. The pink nightgown bunched around
his waist. She buries her tongue in his tight little
ass. Ohhh... The pleasure silences his voice and any
leftover thoughts in his head. She works her tongue
in and out of his tiny pink hole. He holds his legs
back against his chest lost in pleasure. Mary works
her slippery tongue in and out of his tight little
ass while watching his expression of pleasure. Eyes
closed and mouth agape little high pitched soft
grunts when she forces her tongue deep inside.
She asks him to get on his knees. He flips over and
presents his ass to her. He looks over his shoulder
expectantly and horny. She pushes her bald pussy
against his wet ass and tells him, I wish I had a
dick to fuck you with. She pushes her waists against
his pale little ass. The tease of having his ass
pushed up against without a cock to fit inside him is
all most too much to bear. He pushes his ass back
against her. She reaches around him and gropes his
breasts. He moans as she lifts him back against her.
He feels her hard nipples pressed into his back.
The soft and firm feel of her breasts sliding as she
pretends to fuck him. The pink night gown unbunches
and falls down around his waist. She tells him
quietly in his ear to lift his night gown up over his
little penis. He complies. She slips the straps off
his slender shoulders and slips the top just below is
nipples. She firmly grabs them and messages them. Joe
moans in delight. She wets her fingers and pushes
them slowly passed his tight sphincter. He feels them
filling him. Heightening his arousal. He moans
sharply and pushes back till her fingers are all the
way inside him.
Mary whispers in his ear, Your ass feels so good.
Inside he's so warm and tight. Mary moans wishing she
could be fucking him. She thrusts her fingers in him
like her Daddy does. She fucks him like Daddy fucks
her ass. Joe is lost in the pleasure. He moans and
works his ass around her fingers. She stops fucking
him and watches as her brother fucks himself on her
fingers. His tight ass clenches down on her fingers.
She reaches around and rubs his limp penis. She
whispers into his ear, How do you like to be fucked?
She firmly forces her fingers deep inside him. He
whimpers and leans his head to the side, green eyes
are hazy with lust. He blinks his long eye lashes and
confesses, Hard.
Mary pushes him over on his hands and knees. She
forcefully fucks her brother's ass with her two
slender fingers. Joe moans and whimpers as she fucks
him furiously. Her face tightens with the effort. Joe
braces himself against the force and willingly
submits. The pleasure radiates through his body. You
love this don't you?
Joe looks back over his shoulder as Mary pounds away
inside him. I do.
Mary continues as her arm burns with fatigue. She
watches her brother enduring her desire. She fucks
him harder and listens to his lovely voice. She feels
his ass clench around her fingers. Joe's toes curl up
and his muscles go rigid. He whimpers loudly and
falls onto the bed. Mary removes her fingers from
inside her brother's pink hole. She kisses his butt
cheeks, the left then the other and falls into the
bed spent and exhausted. They smile at each other and
hold hands. Sisters. She pulls him into her arms
spooning him.
He feels her breasts push against his back with every
breath. Her heat mingles with his as she curls her
naked body against him in his rumpled and half worn
pink ruffly night gown. Safe. Loved. Wanted. Desired.
Accepted. The contentment radiates from them as the
fall into the deep sleep of exhaustion.
5. 1st Day
Mary wakes up naked with Joe curled up against her
naked body in her pink night gown. The warmth and
comfort lull her back to sleep...
She yawns and rolls over. The cool of the Daddy's air
conditioning unit wakes her up. She stretches her
arms over her head and glances at the clock. Mary
shakes Joe awake. She tells him they're late for the
first day of school.
So. Joe yawns. I hardly ever go.
Really?
Yeah. What's the big deal.
Get out of bed. Get dressed. Go to school.
But wh... Mary pushes him out of bed and he slides to
the floor with a thump.
Get dressed.
Owwww. Okay. God!
Mary gets out of bed. Joe looks at her naked body
fresh with tan lines from the pool. Her small breasts
and long blond hair. She opens the dresser and starts
dressing. She looks over at Joe still on the floor
watching her. She opens her eyes wide and makes a
'duh' face, Clothes!
Joe picks his underwear up from the floor. He rubs
the fabric of the discarded bra between his fingers
and looks up at his sister, engrossed with dressing.
Joe pulls it over his chest and tugs it down over his
own fresh tan lines. He slides his panties on up his
long lithe legs and over his little bald penis.
Joe likes how it just disappears beneath the cute
panties. Hardly a lump to indicate there is a boy
beneath his new clothes. He shimmies his hips and
slides his skirt up. He pulls his pale sleeveless
shirt on. He notices how it's now just a shade
lighter than his skin.
He catches Mary smirking at him. What? I don't have
any other clothes.
Her grins widens, I know.
Joe asks if there's time to do his makeup. She looks
at him wearing his new clothes with his shaggy bed
head. She says he doesn't need it. But lip stick is
quick. He pulls the lipstick from the bag and Mary
gives him a couple quick pointers in the bathroom
mirror. He smacks his lips together and they jump on
their bikes and ride to school. Their first days.
Mrs. Jeanne looks up from her computer behind the big
white desk in the office. Her expression hardens with
distaste. Late on the first day are we? Mary says
sorry. Tells her they missed the bus. Mrs. Jeanne has
a nasal and uppity voice, Overslept is more like it.
And who are you two girls? Joe looks at himself in
his girl clothes happy to be seen as one. He can't
help the big grin spread across his full pink lips.
Mary tells her their names. Mrs. Jeanne quickly taps
their names into the computer. It says here that your
sister Joe is actually your... brother? Mrs. Jeanne
looks at him over her glasses. Joe shyly sidesteps
behind Mary and looks down at the floor.
Mary explains that there must be some sort of
mistake. She says obviously Joe is her sister. Mrs.
Jeanne agrees and says she'll fix that little
mistake. She clicks her mouse and hands them both a
late slip. Do you know where your classes are?
Joe shakes his head, No. Mrs. Jeanne asks him if he
has his schedule. Joe shakes his head. The office
lady prints him off another copy and tells him
directions. Joe nods and has no clue to where he's
going. Mary tells him that his grade is at the far
end of the building. Just look for the right room
number. She hugs him tightly and wishes him luck and
hurries off to her own class.
Joe stands alone in the hall, yellow late slip in his
hands. Lockers stretch the length of the shiny white
tile floor. The smell of wood soap and floor wax
fills the air. Joe doesn't like to be alone.
Everything seems so much harder when he has to do
things for himself. Next to the office he sees the
frosted glass door of the nurse's office. The black
name plate reads Nurse Riva. He remembers Mary
telling him he should talk to the nurse about his
little penis being way too small. And also about
checking his vision.
Joe taps lightly on the door. After a moment the
nurse opens the door. A middle aged man pokes his
head out asking quizzically, Yes?
Uhhmmm..I was told to come see you.
The nurse asks, About what? Joe holds his hands
behind his back nervously. He looks at the floor as
he says, I can't see so well.
Oh. Well come in then. Don't be shy. The male nurse
stands back and holds the door open for Joe. He walks
by timidly. Very aware of his male presence. Inside
the nurses office is a small bed pushed up against
the wall with white sheets and a white pillow.
There's a lot of drawers and cabinets along the
walls, which he imagines has medical supplies in
them. At the small desk is a stack of folders opened
and spread out with pictures of students. Joe looks
back into the nurses smiling face. The nurse says his
name is Adam. He says, Have a seat.
Joe asks if his last name is Reva.
Adam smiles good naturedly, No. Nurse Riva had an
accident and is in the hospital. I'm just filling in
till she's better. Joe sits on the edge of the bed.
Hands in his lap and ankle crossed, nervous. He
watches as Adam opens a drawer and offers him a
sucker. Joe smiles and thanks him. He always liked
suckers. Adam leans back against the counter top,
crosses his arms. He asks him about his vision. Joe
says some things are blurry when they're kinda far
away.
Like how far? Can you see me?
Joe sucks the head of the sucker between his lips and
works his tongue around the sweet round lemon
flavored ball. Joe considers Adam. His short hair
parted to the left. His brown eyes fixed on Joes
mouth as he absently tastes his sucker. Smooth white
tan face. Family man smile. Face like any other
normal person at the mall. Happy soccer Dad with his
happy soccer wife. Little soccer star Johnny and
princess Elizabeth. Joe pulls the sucker out between
his light pink lips with a pop, Kinda blurry around
the edges.
Adam grabs the rolling chair from behind the desk and
wheels it close, sits and crosses his legs. He points
out a sign on the wall. He clears his throat, Can you
read those different sized letters on the sign?
Yeah. All except those smaller ones at the bottom.
Joe explains which lines are unreadable and Adam
affirms that he needs glasses. Joe thinks glasses are
kind of cool. Sadly explains he can't afford glasses.
Well you know I saw a box of lost glasses. Adam
wheels his chair over and opens a few cabinets, opens
a shoe box. Yep. Here they are. He hands Joe the box
and tells him to see if any of those help him to see
those last few lines better.
Joe sorts through the lost glasses. He puts a heavy
set of round thick glasses on his face. Adam smirks
at his magnified eyes. Joe blinks and looks in the
direction of Adam's blurry figure. I can't see at all
in these.
Yeah, you probably don't need ones so thick. Look for
thinner ones.
He finds rectangular blue frames with thinner lenses.
He puts them on and the blurry world sharpens into
focus. Oh wow! Excited by the improvement he reads of
the last few lines on the sign without a problem. He
sequels in a delighted, Yes! Pops his sucker back in
his mouth
Wow you're a lucky girl to have found those. Do you
want to see what you look like?
Joe nods, curious to see his new look. Adam hands him
the mirror. Joe likes his rectangular blue glasses.
He likes how they look on his face above his light
pink lips. He feels cuter and smart. He sucks his
sucker as he looks at himself from different angles.
He pulls the sucker out with a pop, These are super
cute.
I'm glad you like them. Adam takes the mirror back
and asks if there was anything el...
Do you like 'em?
...Yeah. Adam is slightly taken off guard. They look
good on you. He puts the shoe box away.
Joe asks if he looks better without them. He removes
the glasses and blinks. Strange how just a minute ago
this is how my world looked...all blurry. Now. Joe
puts his glasses back on and smiles wide. Thank you!
Adam smiles warmly at the gratitude, You're welcome.
Joe sits on the bed wiggling his legs off the side
and sucking his lemon sucker glowing with happiness.
He feels a strange sense of affection towards him.
Like he wants to be held by him. Against his chest,
feeling the warmth of his embrace. His smell. His
manly arms around him, protecting him. Safe.
Adam watches Joe suck his sucker and continue to
stare at him. The awkward silence stretches on. If
there isn't anything else you should probably go to
class. The empty long hallway on the other side of
the door feels like an empty cold vacuum. In here,
this room with Adam, Joe feels his warmth. Like he is
the sun and Joe is a plant soaking him in. He doesn't
want to go through the door and away. Away from Adam.
Alone.
Well actually. There is one more thing...He pulls the
sucker from his lips and points at his little penis
hidden beneath his denim dress. It's about
my...woohoo.
Adam fidgets in the chair uncomfortably and clears
his suddenly dry throat. What...uh. What sort of
problems is your “woohoo” having.
Joe laughs at how odd it is to hear that being said
from someone else. His laugh breaks the tension
slightly as Adam chuckles as well. My sister says I'm
really small. Like too small.
Adam nods his head in an positive understanding way.
Well you know (clears his throat). Sisters can tease
a lot. I'm sure it will grow to the proper proportion
in time.
She does tease me a lot. Joe pulls the sucker from
his lips and gestures at himself. I don't think she
was teasing though. My brother also says I'm small.
Surprised, Adam's eye brows shoot up high onto his
forehead. Your brother too.
Yeah.
Adam straightens his glasses nervously, Would anyone
else say you have a small... woohoo.
Joe know that no one else besides his sister and
Chris has seen his tiny little bald penis. Stan still
has no idea. The secret makes Joe giggle. Nope. Joe
sucked away all the tasty sucker and the nasty taste
of the stick lingers in his mouth. He holds it up and
asks for the trash. Adam uncrosses his arms and
points to the small trash can by the sink, refolding
his arms over his crossed legs. Joe walks over to the
trashcan. He feels Adam watching every move he makes,
every small swish to the pleated denim skirt, the
long stride and exposed leg.
His fingertips as he drops the wet stick with the
pink lipstick end into the empty trash can liner. He
can hear the faint rustle of the impact. He turns and
looks at Adam. Closed off and uncomfortable. Joe's
heart beats loudly in his ears. His stomach swarms
with butterflies. He stares into his eyes and walks
closer to Adam, lifts his skirt. Maybe you can tell
me if I have a small ...woohoo. Joe reveals his cute
new panties.
Adam squirms in the chair. He nervously tries not to
look at Joe's pale slender thighs or his panties. Joe
asks him if he would lower his panties for him.
Hesitantly he reaches forward under Joe's lifted
skirt. I can't... I don't feel comfortable doing
this.
Joe tells him its ok. Adam says a female should
really be the one to look. Adam pushes himself back
in the rolling chair, away. Joe follows still holding
his skirt up. I want you to do it.
Me? His eyebrows shoot up high on his head again.
It's really not appropriate.
I don't want anyone else. I feel like I can trust
you. I mean you gave me my new glasses and showed me
how much better the world can actually look. Joe
flicks his head to the side whipping his shaggy wavy
hair from his eyes and looks down at Adam in his
chair. Touched, his face softens. He look straight at
his panties. Joe fills with nervous anticipation. He
can see how excited and uncomfortable Adam is,
heightening his own thrill.
Adam's mouth is dry as he breathes heavy through his
mouth. His fingertips tingle as he raises his hands
up in slow motion. He delicately pinches the fabric
attempting to salvage and retain a thin shred of
professionalism. He pulls them down slightly and they
slip from his sweaty fingers. His upper lip and
forehead are sweating. Why is it so hot in here? He
grips Joe's panties in a firmer grip and watches as
they slide down his waist. Pale in the tan lines he
slides lower over the hairless mound. Joe's
nervousness increases as he feels his panties being
lowered slowly closer to his little penis.
He thinks suddenly this was a bad idea. That this is
a horrible idea. Panic hits him like a bucket of
water. Drenched in fear and indecision he stands
there as Adam pulls the cute white elastic band down
to the base of his tiny little penis. He watches
Adam's reaction as he pulls his panties lower. Adam's
eye brows raise as he lowers the panties down over
his small sack.
You're a boy!
Joe nods. He says, Now you know too.
Numb with shock he stares at Joe's little penis
quietly. Joe can feel Adam's eyes trace over his
exposed genital. The small bumps of his two tiny
testicles firmly against his little circumcised
penis.
You can touch it if you want to. Joe's voice sounds
thin and soft. Afraid that too strong of a voice
might shatter this timid moment.
Adam hesitates and says that it won't be necessary.
But I have a colleague that I'd like to send a photo
to.
Joe nods his head and smiles charmingly with his pink
lips, holding his skirt up, showing his tiny penis to
Adam's cellphone. He quickly taps out a message and
sends it. He asks why do you dress like a girl. Joe
lowers his skirt and pulls his panties up. I guess I
just like to. I like people to think I am a girl.
Adam's cell beeps. He quickly reads the text and taps
out a reply. My colleague...
What's a colleague?
Like a partner.
Oh.
Adam says that his colleague is a doctor and would
like to see him, after school today. Sure. Adam
writes the address on the back of one of Nurse Riva's
card and passes it to him. You know where that is?
I think so. Joe twists his finger in his hair as he
tries to place the address. Isn't that by the mall?
Yeah. Here. Adam snatches the card back from
between Joe's fingers and writes the phone number of
his colleague under the address. In case you got lost
or have trouble finding the place.
Thanks. Joe smiles gratefully and attempts to slide
the card into his pocket. His skirt doesn't have one.
Oh...Joe looks at his attire for a pocket and can't
find one. Adam laughs. Guess this is why girls have
purses.
Ironically...Adam rummages through a couple cabinets
and pulls out another box. I remember seeing...Yep.
Adam presents Joe with a small denim rectangular
clutch purse.
Oh how cute. It has little gold clasps at the top.
Joe twists the clasps open and places the card in his
new purse. Joe embraces Adam. Thank you.
Adam awkwardly pats him on the back. You're
welcome... Joe holds onto his chest with his face
pressed against him. He breathes in. The scent of his
laundry soup and deodorant. He closes his eyes and
imagines what his home must smell like. The scent of
his pillows and sheets. Fragrant with him. He nuzzles
his head against his soft chest and looks down to see
the outline of his hard penis pressing against the
fabric of his pants.
Adam continues to lightly pat him on the back he
says, Ok. He's trying to separate himself.
Disentangle himself. Joe says that he wishes there
was a way he could show his gratitude as he stares at
his erection. That's not necessary. Joe slides his
hand down over the lump in his pants. Adam backs
quickly away. His face red with shame and fear. Now
there's no reason to do that. In fact you should just
go. Adam makes his empty gesture to the door.
Joe tries to comfort him, It's alright. Adam back
away and bumps into the wall. Joe drops to his knees
and rubs the hard cock through his pants.
Please don't. Adam whimpers in lust and submission.
Joe looks into Adam's pitiful face and swells with
wicked pride. He feels in control of something. For
once he changed a situation to his desires. The rigid
penis pressed against his hand. He unbuttons the dark
pleated slacks and they fall to the floor with a
jingle from his keys. He slowly pulls his boxer
briefs down and his hairy penis springs back with a
thump. Joe loves doing that. It really wets his
appetite. The smell of his warm cock and feel of his
soft hairs overwhelms Joe's lusts.
Adam's cock is fat and small and delicious looking.
The succulent shape of his pale pink head almost the
same shade as Joe's lipstick. The very tip of his
penis bumps out slightly reminding him of his sucker.
He wraps his soft little hand around his hard penis
and works the little tip between his lips. Chris
likes it when he plays with him like this. Joe looks
up into Adams face reluctant to give into the
pleasure. Joe sucks his head into his warm moist
mouth.
Joe's nipples harden and rub sensitively against his
shirt. The shape of a cock in his mouth feels so
good, so right. He swallows him down to his hand and
strokes him while he savors the feel of this cock in
his mouth. He makes love to it. Adam moans deeply,
succumbing to this young crossdressers talent.
Adam has never known he could feel such pleasure from
his disused penis. His wife hardly notices him after
she had their kids. Now he hardly ever masturbates.
Rarely feels the urge. Just works two jobs trying to
pay off her growing spending habit and all the other
expenses while she stays home and takes care of the
kids. Living the dream. Now as Joe makes soft sucking
sounds on his cock he feels like he is being shocked
back to life. An electric current blasting through
the gray coma that his life had become. He feels his
lusts awaken and his cock harden back to life as the
atrophied muscles clench, ripple and throb. Firing
his cum into this pretty boys pink mouth. He watches
Joe moan and work his cock harder as he swallows his
cum.
Joe felt his flimsy penis stiffen into steel in his
hand and mouth. It was very exciting. It aroused his
need to work his mouth around the slippery shape
hungrier. He quickens his little hand, stroking. The
warmth and salty fluid fill his mouth. Joe loves this
flavor so much. Delicious and completely satisfying.
He looks up into Adam's eyes as he fills his mouth.
Joe holds Adam's hand with his other. He strokes him
through the last throbs of his revitalized cock still
standing stiff and proudly. He pulls his lips off and
a little cum drips out the corner of his mouth.
He giggles and swallows his large mouthful and wipes
the stray drop from his cheek and sticks the finger
in his mouth. Mmmm. He smiles up at Adam and kisses
the tip of his cock. He stands and wraps his arms
around him. Adam half curls his arm around him. His
penis feels like metal and rubs against Joe's
stomach. Joe snuggles into the attempt at affection.
The warm cum sits happily in his stomach, coating his
throat and taste buds. Content. Joe turns his head
and brings his lips close to Adam's.
Adam can smell the scent of his cum in this boy's
mouth as he brings his perfect pink lips to his. The
soft timid touch of his lips against his own. Little
kisses along his lips.
Joe smiles largely as Adam slightly puckers back.
Adam looks at Joe's green eyes through his new blue
glasses. Deep into the broken color of his cornea. He
blinks his long eye lashes. Joe sweetly and softly
says, Thank you. Joe places his head back against his
warm chest and holds him. The feel of Adam's cock
firmly pressed up against his stomach makes his mind
race with other ways to please him. Adam says he
should go to class. Joe doesn't want to. He wants to
stay...
Please. He gently but firmly disentangles himself
from Joe and steps away. If they find us like this I
could go to prison. He tucks his rigid cock awkwardly
back into his pants as if he is unfamiliar with it.
This is my life. His pants jingle as he pulls them up
around his waist and buttons them on. No one can know
what you just did to...Adam looks up into Joe's sad
face as he watches him put his pants back on. What we
just did. He zips his pants with quick precision. Ok?
Joe nods. I know how to keep a secret...
Adam tucks his shirts into his pants, smooths the
wrinkles. Ok? He looks at Joe again but sees him as
if for the first time. Demurely standing in his
pleated denim skirt. His hip bones protrude from
under his pale cream colored button up sleeveless
shirt. Pale pink lipstick and shaggy long hair. He
whips his blond hair from over his eye with a quick
practiced twist of the head. Adam's cock is still
hard, hungry and alive again in his pants. He fights
the urge to concur and devour this cute girl boy. His
body fuels with lust.
Joe meekly and sullenly turns towards the door then
perks up. Can't forget my purse. He picks it up from
the white bed. He wants to hold Adam again. He looks
up into his eyes. His chest raises and falls quickly.
Joe feels the echo of his want and desire and goes to
him. Adam stops him. He keeps him at arm's length and
tells him he should go. Joe sees the intensity in his
eyes and opens the door slightly and looks back at
him. Adam standing rigidly. Somehow his shoulders
seem broader. Less slumped. He doesn't look as old or
as tired. He seems fresher, renewed somehow. Bye. Joe
slips into the shiny empty hall lined with lockers
and the warm presence of Adam disappears behind the
click of the door knob as he pulls it closed.
Alone. He leans back against the wall overwhelmed.
The lingering taste of cum comforts him. His stomach
feels full and he remembers the feel of control he
had over Adam. How he used his lust like a weapon to
twist and gouge and get what he wanted. What they
both wanted. Somehow he feels less afraid. More
prepared to deal with things on his own. He realizes
he forgot his schedule.
He opens the door and peeks in. Adam is talking in
hushed tones on his cell phone and doesn't seem to
notice him. Joe quickly goes to the bed and picks up
the piece of paper that has his schedule on it. He
looks over at Adam and makes eye contact. Adam's
eyebrows go up high onto his head and he lowers his
cell phone from his ear to his chest. He says he
should really go to class.
Joe waves the paper, Forgot my schedule. He closes
the door behind him and looks at his class schedule.
There's five classes and five room numbers.
Indecision confuses him. He looks around for someone
to ask but he's alone. Briefly he considers running
back in to the nurse's office. Back into Adam's arms,
safe and hidden. He takes a steadying breath and
tries to think. He decides to try to the top number.
He looks around for it and walks down the long hall.
He remembers Mary saying it's on the other end of the
school.
He walks by classrooms filled with older students
listening to what their teachers were saying. The
room numbers get larger as he walks further. He walks
by long paper welcome back banners stapled into cork
strips mounted on the walls. He bends over and picks
up a lost pen. He tests to see if it works by drawing
a small smiley face on the back of his little hand.
He puts it in his new clutch purse and walks by a
trophy case proudly displaying awards from the
wrestling and various teams. He looks at the pictures
of the winning team and recognizes Stan. Dressed in
his football gear, on one knee, helmet held at his
side. He blushes as he remembers how it felt to for
his dick to be inside him. In passing he sees the
mean girl from the pool. Looking sternly at the
camera surround by her volleyball team. Bitch.
Joe remembers the shock and surprise of her slapping
his face. The anger fuels his confidence as he
strides down the hall. At the end of the long hallway
he recognizes the little black numbers in the center
of the glass door. He rereads his schedule and door
number. Well. This is it. He folds the schedule an
puts it in his purse. He fusses with his hair and
skirt and twists the door knob. The mechanism loudly
clicks open and he can feel the buzz of the class's
interest. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.
The bell rings. The quiet curiosity erupts into the
loud clatter of tables and chairs, papers rustle and
backpacks zip. The teacher walks towards Joe and
tells the class to have a good first day. Joe looks
at all the strange kids. He feels vulnerable. Afraid
they will hate him. What if they find out about his
little penis?
Who are you? The teacher looks at him.
Joe watches the stream of faces flow by through the
door. He steps out of their path and around the
teacher so she has to turn to speak to him. Now he
feels slightly less afraid with her blocking them.
The teacher asks if she heard her. Who are you?
I'mmmm, uh... Joe remembers he left his yellow late
slip in the nurse's office. The teacher sees how shy
and overwhelmed Joe is. She impatiently tries to make
him feel more comfortable to speed this awkward
situation along.
Are you Joe? She looks at the attendance roster.
Yes.
She erases something from the paper and wipes away
the little pink eraser pieces. Try to be on time
tomorrow please. She pencils something in quickly.
Joe watches as a stream of new faces fill into the
classroom. They all look over at him as they walk by.
The teacher tells him to hurry to his next room or
he'll miss that one too. Some passing girls gives him
the stink face as she walks by, What are you looking
at Fugly.
Joe slips into the hall swarming with kids and loud
with chatter. He wonder what Fugly, means. He finds
his next room and moves to the safety of an empty
desk at the back of the class. His heart pounds in
his chest as everyone looks at him. Some look like
they're pleased with what they see and others look
hard and mad at him, some don't meet his eyes at all.
He remember how it's just like being at the mall with
his sister yesterday.
He looks out the rectangular window thinking about
how far away yesterday seems now. He adjusts his blue
glasses so they sit better on his face. And how much
sharper objects in the distance seem now. He feels
the warm glow of pride and contentment swell inside
him. He can still taste the salty residue of Adam's
cum.
The teacher stops tapping at the keyboard on her
desk. Her high heels make a clacking sound as she
walks to the door. The muttering of the class fades
to silence. Joe curiously watches the class as the
teacher closes the door. This is social studies and
if you're in the wrong class that's too bad because
you're mine now. The door closes loudly with
finality. She laughs darkly. A small hesitant chuckle
bursts out from someone and quickly gets crushed
under the oppressive silence. Joe studies the looks
on the faces of the kids around him. They all look
scared and attentive like you would if you stumbled
upon a poisonous snake.
She looks every student in the eye and each one
shrinks beneath her gaze. She looks at Joe and he
feels her cold and evil malevolence pin him against
the wall in despair. Sucking warmth and any memory of
happiness from him. He feels the meaning of hope
slowly disappearing and the desolation of his soul
swallow him into its empty void.
She settles her horrible gaze on the poor kid in
front of him. Joe watches them shrivel as he catches
his breath. The warmth creeps back into his bones and
he savors the feel of the other people. He looks
around the room and sees the pale face of trauma on
each one. He has learned that he never wants to feel
that way again. He sits up straight and pays complete
attention as the teacher says her name, I'm Ms.
Sylvia. Now can anyone tell me my name?
No one raises their hand. A curious and frightened
air feels the room as one boy in the front row
timidly raises his hand. She looks at him in silence.
Joe can see every muscle in his body shaking. The
pressure of the room thickens as the seconds tick on.
Finally she says the boy's name.
His weak voice croaks out, Ms.... Sylvia.
She smiles in a pleased way and strokes his hair,
Good boy. The boy seems to be utterly beaming with
happiness and pride. Joe imagines him to be furiously
wagging his tail like an overly excited dog right
before it pees on the floor. She says, It pleases me
to hear how well you learn. As long as I'm
happy...(she scans each face again with her cold
penetrating eyes)...You can be happy.
The class collectively exhales their held breath. The
air becomes softer and the sunlight streaking through
the windows seems to warm up. Bathing everyone in the
gold of a summer morning. Ms. Sylvia cheerily teaches
her lesson and the class seem to beam with happiness,
even Joe.
Ms. Sylvia asks if anyone knows the capital. Everyone
shoots their hands up enthusiastically. Joe feels
surrounded by rigid arms and pointy hands. Joe wants
to raise his arm. Excitement burns him to raise his
hand so that hopefully she would call on him. To bask
in the pleasure of giving her the right answer. But
he doesn't know the name. She picks a pretty girl
with her hair in a long braid that bursts with joy at
delivering the right answer.
Joe feels as if he should make every effort and spend
every minute learning everything he possibly can so
that he never feels so beneath the class. Like an
anchor dragging everyone into the filth of his
stupidity. The shame burns him like acid. He sits up
straighter and vows to listen harder and not let any
syllable or vowel uttered from her lips pass by
unheard and unremembered.
Now class everyone open their books and take out some
paper. The class quietly and quickly produce their
materials. Everyone has them in every little desk in
every little row every smiling eager student has
their pens poised above their paper and books open to
the same page. Everyone but him. MS Sylvia smiles
down the rows and her face contorts as she catches
the scent of Joe's lack of materials.
You.
Joe feels like the world pulls away from him. The
whole class turn and look at him with expressionless
faces.
Joe wishes he could scurry away from here. Squeak and
hide away like a mouse. Instead he finds himself
standing trying to hide behind his shoulders and
knees. He hears himself say, Yes MS Sylvia? His face
burns with embarrassment. She asks him where is
his book? Joe shakes with fear as he admits, I don't
have one.
Where is your notebook?
Joe's eyes blur and a hot tear runs down his cheek. I
don't have one. A smirking boy chuckles at him
sadistically. MS Sylvia slithers over to the boy.
Menacingly she looms over him trapping him in the
dark despair of her eyes. The boy cringes in fear.
Eyes wide in panic. MS Sylvia hisses, Do you think
this is funny? He whimpers that he doesn't. She
screeches, Then why did you chuckle at her expense?
The boy breaks down and sobs apologizing. A small
puddle forms beneath his desk. MS Sylvia softens and
soothes him, Poor wretched child.
The boy looks up into her eyes eager to please her.
She strokes his hair and tells him to go get cleaned
up and to let Joe uses his materials. He sniffles and
nods his head. He passes the book and notebook back.
It changes hand to hand till it falls softly and
firmly onto his desk. The boy quickly and quietly
walks out the door. Immediately after the door softly
clicks closed the old janitor appears and mops up the
puddle and exits.
Now. MS Sylvia puts a stray hair back into place.
Let's open out books to... Oh honey you can sit down
now.
Yes MS Sylvia. Joe sits relieved, sorry, ashamed,
vindicated, happy and sad. He opens the book to the
page his neighbor has their book open to and follows
along. After a couple of minutes Joe barely notices
the boy sit back at his desk in a dry pair of pants.
The bell rings and the class remains seated and
quiet. MS Sylvia waits as the sound from the hall
gets louder with shuffling feet and lockers opening
and closing. She smiles warmly and the whole class
basks in her glow. She dismisses them and wishes them
a good rest of the day. Joe watches the boy grab his
back pack and exit. He follows him to his locker and
gives him his books back. He nonchalantly says
thanks.
Joe apologizes to him. The boy looks at him surprised
and tells him it's ok. He closes his locker and
hurries to his next class. Joe walks by the old
janitor waiting by MS Sylvia's door with the yellow
mop bucket and brown mop handle sticking out of it.
The old janitor smiles fatherly and explains every
year at the beginning of every class someone always
leaves a puddle. Joe feels lucky it wasn't him as he
walks by to find his next class.
The rest of the day passes uneventfully. At lunch he
followed his class down to the large gym lined with
brown tables with stools attached to them. He waited
in line, was handed a tray. He slid it along the
metal rails like the rest of the class. The people on
the other side slopped clumps of food on their beige
plastic trays. Joe looked at them as he passed.
Dressed in white coats and pants. They wore cloudy
white net things on their hair and some of the men
had to wear them on their faces. Joe guesses to cover
their facial hair. Although it looks almost as if
they were protecting themselves from the food they
slop. At the end of the rails a bored old lady looks
down at him, Name?
Joe.
Last name? Joe tells her and takes his tray and
timidly wonders down the rows of tables till he finds
a seat by himself. He watches the kids talking and
eating. Some laughing some indifferent. Joe drinks
his milk watching. Wondering about their life and
what homes they go home to.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in
their local prison system.
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