Submitting With Sister Pt. 02

"Well this explains a lot..." She said, finally. Eyes crawling over your body hungrily, leaving goosebumps shivering in their wake. "I never would've guessed... you really do a good job, you know! With that soft, squeaky voice and strutting your hips around. I bet you get a thousand straight boys a day checking you out, without realising for a second..."

There was a strange little burst of pride in your chest at these unexpected compliments from an intimidating provider. After all, you really did put a lot of effort into looking and sounding like the most feminine little slut around. It was, for you, a kind of survival instinct. A detachment from who you used to be. The more like a girl you felt, the safer you felt... and every pair of red-blooded, obliquely heterosexual eyes that strayed across your assets only encouraged that feeling. But... here and now... all of that had been stripped away. Fiona had your secrets laid out before her, like a frog on the dissecting table. Just what did she plan to do with them? And you?

The young woman crawled up onto the bed with you, her loose black dress riding up at the hips. She always had a hint of the gothic about the clothes she wore... though in a more muted, adult way than the over-the-top plastic fashion of teenagers. Terry called her 'the witch' sometimes, and for clearly more reasons than simple sibling rivalry. You imagined in more medieval times her blunt confidence and piercing glances might well have got local housewives sneaking out in the dead of night to buy secret poultices from her... and full grown men to tremble at the prospect of being judged or cursed by those thin, smirking lips. She took her time clambering over your bound and pinned-down body. Enjoying and admiring the various, supple details of your feminised self. You felt the hot kiss of her breath and pointed prod of long nails against your small penis, as if still unconvinced the thing could possibly be real.

Then, she was suddenly sat upon your chest, with bare feet beside your ears. Her legs seeming to stretch and spread for several miles up, to reveal her lack of underwear. Fiona's weight sat crushingly upon your lungs while your eyes had nowhere to go except her pink and presented privates, or fiercely burning gaze. The fact that you were trapped and at her mercy bled into every aspect of this moment, something she was clearly allowing herself to enjoy quite liberally.

"So my brother's so-called 'girlfriend' isn't a girl at all..." She smiled to be proven so right in her earlier estimations about her sibling. "Is there anything else you've been hiding about who you are and what you get up to?"

The way she said those words: with cruel and casual confidence. Made you feel like she had all the answers already. As if this interrogation was more of a formality than anything else. You knew she couldn't possibly know about the shop and Skeg and everything you had been getting her little brother to do... yet it seemed like you couldn't possibly hide any of it from those hawk-like, piercing eyes. Your courage faltered... and you feared you might just spurt out everything, if you didn't give her something to take hold of.

"I-I am a whore... I have sex with men... and women... f-for money. B-but it's not like that with Terry! I really do like him! And he doesn't pay me!"

The half truths stung your lips. He didn't pay you... but neither did he ever take any money from all the strangers you'd got him to service. He did it all out of misplaced love. The underlying sense of guilt you felt over that was as heavy as the press of Fiona upon your chest. You deserved to be tied up and punished by his family. She just didn't know the breadth of the reasons why.

"So you've been giving out freebies to the little dweeb, huh? Well I think I can keep that quiet... if you start playing nicely with me, as well..."

So there was the rub. She grinned down toothily at you, a shark that had you in the tank. The girl would keep your secrets... if she was just added to the long list of those who could make use of your body at will. It hardly seemed much of a choice at all... what was one more mistress holding a leash around your neck? You'd do anything she wanted, to stop poor Terry being exposed. It seemed a small and paltry penance, for all that you'd taken from him. Trying to look as timid and browbroken as you could... you gazed up at her and nodded.

Chapter 19

The squeeze of Fiona's thighs around your ears had begun to make them ring a little. Who knows how long you had been trapped in that crushing embrace? The smell and taste of her sex was all-encompassing: A tapestry of changing texture between strange sweetness and fluid flesh... Her little patch of fur kept tickling your nose.

Of course you were quite used to pleasuring women in this fashion by now. Nancy and your sister seemed to see your face as just another beanbag in the living room... and even Katie had started taking her turns upon that throne. If ever there was a hierarchy among the whores of your home, it was certain the 'honorary' females among you bowed lowest. You didn't particularly mind though. Switching from worshipping your only twin to this further host of strong-willed women was hardly much of a jump. In the end... it didn't matter what equipment anyone had; you were just a tool to help get them off.

Tied up and pinned to the bed of this veritable stranger, you had very little option but to just go along with whatever she wanted. To be honest, it soothed your worries about being missed at the shop a little... to at least be going through very similar treatment here. Lying there alone and anxious had been torment... this was just fairly regular servitude. The contented sighs and slight moans you could occasionally hear from above, gave little bubbles of submissive joy. It didn't matter who it was, or how it happened; bringing pleasure to others simply sparked up your soul.

At some point, you realised those audible murmurs of appreciation had given way to actual conversation. You had been sheathed in vague darkness for most of this event... the top of your face covered by the flapping hem of Fiona's dress. Able only to look up upon the shadowed body she wore beneath, unfettered by any bra or vest. Now though, this had been pulled up... revealing the young woman staring down with glee upon the head trapped betwixt her knees. She had a smartphone in her hand, with the beady eye of its camera aimed directly at your predicament.

"Check out what I've got going on, Mel!" She stated with wicked glee, to whomever was on the other end of the line.

"Umm... Okay... Why is there some little girl licking you out?!" Asked a reedy voice in reply.

"That's the best part! It's not a girl! Check this out..." She twisted round to aim the phone at your bare and bound lower half, exposing you in front of this third party without a thought for your feelings on the matter.

You squirmed to think of yet another stranger taking ownership of your secrets. Yet another figure who might control or bribe or blackmail you into serving at their beck and call. But, the worst part was... the last of your manhood had already risen to the pinnacle of its pitiable stature at the thought. Standing tall and twitching for that digital connection's perusal, purely from the humiliation of being trapped here lapping at your lover's sister's vag.

Fiona brought the device back round to focus on your blushing face, still trying to hide your embarrassment by burying your face in the gushing folds of her labia. "You remember I told you about that barely-dressed little skank my brother was hanging round with? Well it turns out he's genuinely some kind of tranny hooker... So I decided I'd take a turn at having some fun with him as well!"

"Oh Fi, you're terrible..." Said the voice of 'Mel', sounding exasperated... but not exactly surprised or particularly appalled by her friend's behaviour. "So what are you going to do with the poor thing? Lounge around in bed all day with her tongue in your pussy?"

"Why not?! My job interview got cancelled again... and how often do you get a chance to play around with an actual femboy?! You know you're desperate to come have a go too, really..."

There was a long sigh at the other end, as if that exasperation was leaking out into considerations of one's own failings... But it appeared 'Mel' could not override Fiona's accurate judgement of her with mere moral qualms and decency.

"Fiiiiiine... I'll come over in a bit. Just don't... break her before I get there, okay?"

Chapter 20

"Fi... are you in here?"

The nervous tremolo of a voice just about reached your ears through all that was obstructing them... and the fogging haze that had descended upon your mind. Terry's sister and her friend had ground you down into little more than human paste by now. Hour after hour, they had taken claim of your small, slim body and used it however they saw fit. Tossing your still-bound form about the bed and kissing and biting and licking and striking every inch of your soft, smooth skin they could reach.

Fiona had continued to show you nothing but cold disdain, clearly seeing you as little more than an object to take out her desires upon. Yet 'Mel' had possibly been worse. The more voluptuous, blonde stranger seeming to smother you with unkempt adoration, while feeling no less entitled to use you like a doll. She had even brought her own gigantic, rubber strap-on with which to drive into the very depths of you. It had become very clear over the course of your encounters with the young woman: that you were the epitome of some fetish and fantasy she had built up within herself. A devoted, sordid ideal that she had constructed over years and years of pornographic imaginings and yet never quite dreamed she would get a chance to live out. The absolute overflow of her desire threatened to crush and drown you almost right from the very start. The excited squeal as she had first seen you... only a starting whistle for her race to squeeze every moment she could out of this opportunity.

"Is that... Jo?! What are you doing to her?!"

The cry from the doorway was desolate and guttural. Filled with all the love and unconscious devotion you knew Terry held for you. It hurt him physically to think he might have led you into any situation that might hurt you. To see you pinned between the thighs of his terrifying older sister was clearly a nightmare he hadn't even dared consider.

The dark sister herself smiled languidly. Rocking gently back and forth upon the piece of you she had securely engulfed betwixt her thighs. She had impaled herself upon you several times by now, grinding and squeezing your more-often ignored manhood until it shot raw and spluttering excuses into her depths. There was no confusion who was really penetrating who in such exchanges though. She was the one completely in control.

"Oh, hi little brother... Did you have a nice day at school?" She asked, full of false sweetness and ignoring his own shock entirely.

"I found your little whore running naked round our house this morning... and thought you wouldn't mind sharing?"

Terry's mouth hung open, agape and aghast and unable to even completely contemplate the scene unfolding before him. Of course, you knew little of this... buried as you were with an exhausted tongue still lapping feebly up into Mel's sex.

"Let her go..." Was all the poor boy could plead. Unable to overturn all the fear and self-doubt that years of his sister's domineering nature had built up in him.

"Why?" Was the older sibling's answer, flat and cold. Why would she even consider such a request? From one she had so little respect for, in relation to another she barely considered human. "This is what little whores want, brother dearest. This is why he talks and walks and dresses like that. He's a dirty, slutty cumrag who's probably sucked more cock than you could ever dream of. You should be happy to see him getting what he asks for! Lord knows you wouldn't be able to provide it..."

She gave out this lecture like it was remedial maths 101. As if everyone else in the world would understand her position on the matter. Terry even glanced over to Mel in exasperation, always believing her to be a kind and gentle soul. The other twenty something had her eyes closed though, and a beaming smile upon her face. Nodding along appreciatively to all the nasty things her BFF was spouting. Love and adore the aesthetic ideal of 'femboys' she might... but it was clear her appreciation was just as carnal. Differing outlooks over a shared, carnivorous hunger.

Defeated before he'd even begun... Terry deflated. Unable to tear his eyes away from the two women riding gleefully upon the creature he loved mostin all the world..

Chapter 21

"Well if she's a whore... then I am too!"

The trembling words were squeaked out so quickly, you almost wondered if you'd actually heard them at all. No! You wanted to yell. Don't give yourself up to them; you silly, pretty boy!

But Fiona had heard too... and looked down on her little brother with scathing disbelief.

"What?"

"If you think Jo's a whore... Then I am too. I dress up like she does! I've started shaving my legs! I've... done things... with men and women I'd never met before. I'm just as much of a... 'sissy slut', or whatever, as she is!"

Terry's words hung in the air, like a sweet scent before hungry predators. One of the elder sibling's eyebrows rose in fascinated contemplation, as she looked over her brother with new eyes. Perhaps adding a little make-up here, a mini-skirt there. Seeing the slight boy as you had, so many times by now. You could feel Mel's attention shifting too, from your blind place between her thighs. Could almost taste her commensurate joy in finding out there was not one, but two of her favourite fetishised fantasies here, within reach.

Within moments... your young apprentice was scooped up and taken command of. Make-up was gathered. Clothing argued over, discarded and shoved over your heads. What had moments before been some sort of prolonged bondage endurance test, suddenly became a dress up session. Both girls set about cleansing the mess of you they'd made, with detailed attention. Terry too, was preened over and pampered. His terrifying sister somehow seeming delicate and precise as she drew eyeliner around his eyes. You were just as trapped and controlled as you had been all day, yet this was certainly a change in the assault. Till suddenly... they stepped back. And you and Terry were left holding each other: blushed up with rosy cheeks, lipstick... off-the-shoulder crop-tops and miniskirts. Two pretty, little prostitutes ready to start a day upon their knees.

"Wooooow..." Exclaimed Mel, with hearts forming in her eyes. "They are the cutest pair of slutty femboys ever! I can't believe you never told me how sexy your little brother looks in a skirt..."

She glared this objection over at Fiona, as if it was a genuine hurt upon their friendship. The dark-haired girl just laughed, though... unable to tear her eyes away from her sibling either.

"I never even imagined it... He's always just been so annoying..." She reached forward with her thumb and pulled down one of his ruby-painted lips. "This changes everything..."

Half an hour later... you and Terry were splayed out upon his sister's bed, side by side. Two sets of smooth-shaved legs waggling in the air. Fiona and her friend were both strapped up tight with crotch-mounted dildos, pounding their way into your rectums. The girth of Mel's chosen rubber weapon set you gasping and moaning, as big as any fleshy equivalent you had so far coped with. Yet it was the sight of the pair beside you that really sent shivers up your spine. Terry's only sibling was driving her way inside of him with insatiable relish, clearly working through the complicated relationship they'd built up over all those years through wholly unsuitable means. You worried what this might mean for the sweet boy's homelife from here on out. What it might mean for you anytime you might end up back in this so seemingly-normal household.

But your young lover bounced a small, soft kiss over to you with every thrust. His eyes closed and breath catching from these incestuous invasions. There was no doubt about it: you were peas in a pod. The debasement and humiliation of all of this was washed away by the plain and simple fact: That both your little hearts beat for it anyway. You were everything these two monstrous young ladies said you were. You would let them do this to you again, a thousand times over. The squirming, heart-lightening acknowledgement of that was as part of the moment as all the physical stimulations. Terry's transformation was complete. He was now exactly as fucked up as you... and all that meant was that your heart leapt at the thought of all the further trouble the two of you could get into from now on.

It disgusted and excited you in equal parts. Just as your own flowering also had.

Chapter 22

You sat at the dining table in your crop-top and miniskirt. Feeling the cold of a varnished wooden chair against your asscheeks, left very much exposed by Fiona's thong you were also wearing. Every time you moved or breathed, strange sensations echoed from within the depths of you; for the same young woman had made sure to leave a dildo buried stem to root in your anus. The constant dirty, guilty reminders of its presence threatened to overwhelm you at any moment, sending blood rushing to your cheeks in waves. Which, of course... only made you feel more self-conscious and embarrassed.

Across the table, you could tell Terry was sharing similar struggles. He had been graciously allowed to slip back into his school uniform, to avoid parental horror... yet there were still the hints of eyeliner around his lashes. The pretty boy squirmed and shuddered visibly, every few seconds. Clearly more than a little uncomfortable to be sat with his parents while pierced with a plastic addition. Your heart cried out for the boy, still so new to all such humiliating games... when you could barely remember any other existence.

Mel had also been invited to stay for dinner, seemingly a common enough visitor to this household. She sat grinning like a mad woman, always trying to jostle you and Terry, or get you to stand up and fetch something. It was clear that even Fiona was slightly worried her friend was going to give the game away, though she also seemed to enjoy the tortured looks upon her little brother's face. Yet, if either of the sibling's parents could tell something was going on... they made no mention of it. Terry's mom was full of nothing but polite and welcoming smiles, while his dad seemed to be simply trying not to stare too long at your outfit.

With a shiver, you realised the older man's surreptitious glances were already having an effect on you as well. You couldn't help but preen a little, under that uncertain, unseemly distraction. It sickened you to realise you were already beginning to daydream what it might be like to be fucked by your dear friend's father as well. Was it just the still-boiling blood you held, from being tossed between two harpies all day? Or was it simply another of your own unlocked perversions? You let your own dad fuck you every week after all... would this be any more particularly taboo?