The Painter's Daughters

                         Copyright 1995
                     by mule@tpe.com (Mule)
                               and
                 farnorth@alaska.net (Farnorth)

                            Chapter 3

For a change I was up and ready (in more ways than one) at 8 a.m.
awaiting Linda's arrival. I was surprised when I answered the
door to see two girls standing there.

"Hi," Linda said, "this is my kid sister, Kim."

I looked at the almost identical images in front of me and
mouthed, "kid?"

Both girls giggled at that. Linda explained, "Yes, she's all of
about 20 minutes younger. This is my twin. She's the girl of the
family. I've always been sort of the tomboy. Not that I don't
have my urges."

I had no doubt as to Linda's urges.

I studied the two girls, comparing their common facial features
and pert, young bodies. I noticed their differences as well.

Linda, in her baseball cap and her oversized man's shirt with (I
hoped) her pink shorts underneath, was wearing a different pair
of those delightful sneakers. After the last two days that style
of sneaker took on a new meaning. They said, "female -- obey me!"
Linda popped a stick of gum in her mouth and eyed me with an
impudent grin. She seemed so cool and confident. I could not meet
her penetrating gaze, and averted my eyes.

Obviously, Kim was not dressed for painting, but she was carrying
a small suitcase. Perhaps her work clothes were in there. Her
soft red shoulder-length hair framed her perfectly made-up face.
She had such a sweet, innocent smile that I... well, I just
melted.

A pretty powder blue lace bra was clearly visible through her
long-sleeved blouse. From the Victorian collar on down, the
translucent white chiffon material left little to my imagination.
Yet, in a way, she seemed so pure and childlike. Until I studied
those gorgeous hips. Nothing childlike about her there... And the
pleated blue skirt that came to her mid-thigh said "schoolgirl"
but her long legs were encased in sheer nylon and that said
something else.

I guessed the heels of her blue sandals to be about 3" high. The
pink nail polish showing through her stockinged feet matched the
color of her perfectly manicured long fingernails. As my mind was
contemplating how to get into her pants, my penis betrayed me.
She laughed softly as she noticed the growing bulge in my shorts.

Linda broke my reverie. "I brought Kim along today because I have
an idea. If all three of us work at it, we can get the job
finished sooner. That will give us more time to ourselves to
play."

It made sense to me. "But what about Kim. Does she ..."

"Of course she does," Linda added, knowing exactly what I was
talking about. "Kim and I go way back with boys. Usually, she
hooks them, and I fry them. This time it's my turn to make the
introductions. Right Kimmie?"

"Uh-huh," Kim replied. "You know, Mr. Greer," she said softly,
"even as a little girl I had a way with boys. I could get them to
talk to us and want to play with us. Once we'd make friends,
Linda would take over. She showed me what to do with them. She
just had this knack for getting them to drop their pants for us."
Her eyes were fixed on my developing hard-on. "We've been sharing
boyfriends for the last ten years."

"Now," Linda interrupted, "are we ready to go to work?"

I nodded my assent.

"Listen up, Tommy!" Linda commanded, "Let me tell you how it's
going to be. I'm the foreman on this job. I'll tell you exactly
what to do. That even includes when to take a shit."

I looked at her, but she overrode my objection before I raised
it, "That's right, my penis-pumping puppy. You are the new
apprentice on this job, and everything you do has to be
supervised. That includes bathroom breaks. You have to ask
permission from Kimmie or myself to be excused from work. One of
us will have to take you."

I decided I'd put her to the test, "May I go to the bathroom,
please?"

"Yes, you may. Since we haven't started work yet, we'll both take
you." The three of us walked to the bathroom where I unzipped my
pants, took out my penis and relieved myself of my morning's
coffee. Both girls seemed content just to watch, but the
requirement to ask permission and to be supervised made me feel
like a little boy again.

I zipped up and flushed the toilet.

"Kimmie, here's where he was masturbating yesterday with his nose
buried in my sneaker!"

Kim was all eyes. "How did you get him to do it?" she asked.

"I didn't. When are you going to learn, Kimmie. Boys and men
don't have a choice when it comes to sex. They have to have it or
go mad. There's some sort of direct connection between their
penises and their brains. If we control the sex we control them.
Tommy boy likes the smell of girls' feet, so I indulge him. He'll
do anything for me."

Kim looked thoughtful. But I couldn't tell what she was thinking,
whether she felt excitement, contempt, or what.

Linda turned to me. "OK. You have at least some experience
painting, right?" she asked.

"Well, not exactly," I replied. "That's why I hired a
professional. But if you'll give me directions, I'm sure..."

"Oh, shit," she said. "Look, I don't have time for this. It's
going to rain tomorrow. I want to try to get the outside trim
finished today. You train him, Kimmie. I'm going to get to work."
And with that, she turned and left us. Kim stood there with an
amused look. She licked her lips and smiled at me.

                              -=o=-

"Well, Mr. Greer," Kim said. She moved next to me and lightly,
teasingly ran her long pink fingernails down my arm. She seemed
like such a demure, sweet young thing. But my cock didn't think
so; it was growing again. And in a very soft voice she said, "I
see you have my sister's panties and bra hanging there. Panties
and bras are very feminine, aren't they?"

"Well," I croaked. I could not take my eyes off her breasts,
displayed in her own lacy bra beneath the transparency of the
chiffon blouse. They looked so enticing. I felt myself so
strangely submissive. She saw where I was staring. I don't know
what made me blurt out, "That one's not as feminine as the nylon
and lace bra you're wearing." I felt so embarrassed.

She smiled at me. Her hand was still on my arm. "Why, Mr. Greer,"
she said sweetly, "I think you have excellent taste!" She bent
over to open her small suitcase. I couldn't see, or didn't want
to see, what she had in there. My eyes were fixed on the curve of
her hips, her long legs in those sheer stockings. I stared,
thinking...

She held a bra and a pair of panties in her hand. She unfolded
the bra and said, "Vanity Fair. Soft nylon and lace, the same
style as I'm wearing. Doesn't it look pretty? Pink is such a
feminine color, don't you think?" I had to agree. I think my
heart skipped a beat. Where was this leading?

"And panties are so pretty too," she whispered as she held them
up to my face, "A proper match for the bra, Vanity Fair also,
size 7. Such soft nylon. And look, these briefs have such darling
lace at the front of the leg openings. Intimate feminine wear is
so attractive, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes." Part of me was still plotting to get her out of her
panties, and if I had to play her game, so be it. Another part of
me found this very exciting. "Breathtaking," I said.

"Well, then. We need to get started with your training, Mr.
Greer." She continued to speak, very slowly and deliberately, "I
want you to take off all your clothes so I can get a better look
at you."

"Call me Tom, please."

I hesitated. She placed her hand on the swelling in my crotch and
began to play with me.

"You're not going to be difficult, are you Tommy? We need to get
started with your training and I'm so hoping you will be a good
boy for Kimmie."

I was lost in her femininity. I took off my shirt and unbuckled
my belt. As my shorts fell to the floor my freed cock popped to
attention. It was so embarrassing. But Kim seemed so
understanding, as her hands ran appreciatively over my body. Then
she ran her fingernails back and forth lightly over my penis. It
grew harder in response.

"Tommy, I want you properly dressed for your painting lesson. Put
on your pretty panties."

I couldn't refuse her. As I slid the pink nylon briefs up my legs
and over my raging hard-on she stood there with her arms crossed
and smiled knowingly at me. Then she said, "Hold out your arms,
darling." She slipped the silky bra straps over my shoulders, put
her arms around me and hooked the delicate garment in place. Her
perfume assaulted my senses, and she leaned against me pressing
her soft breasts to my chest. My penis, in its nylon prison, was
cuddled in the folds of her skirt. Yes, definitely, this was
exciting me.

"Such a good boy," she cooed. "You know, your briefs are made of
Diaphanique nylon. They're quite easy to see through. And you
really do look so pretty and feminine in your panties." She took
a small step to the side to look at my hardness as she began to
stroke the tent in my new panties.

"Ummm..." I was speechless. And rock hard.

"Cat got your tongue, Tommy? That reminds me of my cousin, Billy.
And my aunt..."

She thought for a moment as she continued to pet me. "That's it!
I'm going to be your Auntie Kimmie and you will do every single
thing I tell you. That will be so much fun, won't it sweetness?
Let's go to the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable."

Kim picked up her suitcase and beckoned with her finger for me to
follow her. She led me down the hall. As I followed her I felt a
little silly dressed as I was, and I was hoping Linda didn't walk
back in the house at that point. But mostly what occupied my
attention was the curve of Kim's hips and the wiggle of her body
as she walked in front of me. I wondered if that was the way she
walked all the time or if she was just doing it to tease me.