Submitting With Sister

That was what kept you dutifully bobbing your head into their laps, whenever they might want it: The secret knowledge that, in doing so, you were beating them in her affections. You were giving her something that they couldn't... and so wouldn't be left behind while she skipped over to let them slide in between her thighs once again.

Chapter 20

A week had passed. A week since you and your sister had left one world behind and joined another, with a whole different set of rules and expectations. You lay in bed and felt her arm drape lazily around your waist. The warmth and press of her naked body as she squeezed it up close to you, always the big spoon and embracing you as she would any of her other stuffed animals. A week in which you had began sharing everything with her: This bed, the bath, her clothes, the early-morning blowjob of your ever-present landlord... Now you had run your lips and tongue along the opposite side of a cock to her, there seemed little point in resisting or denying the sparks you felt every time she looked at you with those teasingly-glinting eyes.

You wanted her... wholly, and to yourself. That was what your heart screamed... And yet... Your mind and soul seemed to murmur different, terrible, secret additions. Truths, that you did not dare admit... even to yourself: That she wanted them. In as much as you were clearly not enough to satisfy all her raging desires. That if you truly wanted her to be happy, you would have to accept that other, wild and legs-open side to her. That you even found yourself drawn in, when they took her to the side and ravaged her. That you couldn't help but watch, out of the corner of your eye... or listen on the far side of doors. Taking your own pitiful erection in hand and matching the pant of your breaths to the sound of her moans. It was incredible, to witness her sweating form be pitched back and forth by the muscular forms which shoved their way inside her from every angle they could. You could savour the image all day, hidden inside your head, as they finally felt done with her and settled down to let you lap the taste of your sibling's juices from their descending spears. Your own little panty-clad excuse tucked away beneath a skirt or shorts or tights, throbbing with the excitement of it all.

Then of course... there was the even deeper whisper. Buried down behind every time you dutifully got down on your knees before them, or took one of those swollen pillars in hand. The laughable, obviously-false, patently absurd inkling... that perhaps you didn't so much want her... as want to be her. Confident and sexy and so openly sure of everything you truly wanted. Feminine in the curvy, bouncing, flauntable way that your skinny, bony self could never actually be. Able to arouse those columns of flesh to attention with just a glance... and feel them slide on into the deepest recesses of your body... You didn't want that. You did everything you were doing, because Jenny wanted you to. Because she had sacrificed so much to get you both away from the previous nightmare. You owed her everything she might ever want from you. She didn't even need to ask.

There, in the darkness, she sent that caress smoothly across your waist. Rustling the sheets slightly, but never faltering in its progress. It slid down past your belly and across that dip above your pelvis, into the areas she had so carefully ran a razor across for you earlier. Behind you, you could already hear her breath catching. Feel her other arm moving where it stretched down between the fork of her own thighs. She had begun openly masturbating in this shared bed with you almost every night now, as if all the erotic happenings of each day were still not enough to quench the thirst inside of her. Listening to her moan and feeling her shuffle and writhe while still so close to you, in the otherwise clinging darkness of the night, was a thunderstorm of emotional reactions. Now she simply took your own genitalia into the equation as well. Soft, cool fingers clenching around your meagre manhood and stroking it into extended submission. It was hers, after all. Your whole body was hers. And she could choose when and how she claimed it forever.

Alone in the claustrophobic closeness of the night, neither of you made any sound but gasps and pants. She jerked you off at exactly the same pace as she was stroking herself, utilising both sets of pleasure receptors she claimed territory of. You lay your head back against her breasts and let the waves of pleasure wash over you. It was nothing like playing with yourself, to just let that other hand do its work upon your nerves. While knowing she was basically adding seasoning to her own efforts by using you. You felt the edge growing closer and closer as those fingers gripped tighter and the rhythm of their movements gained tempo. You were butter in her palm and grease to her wheels as she set you both sprinting toward the finish line. Then, in an instant, it was over. As the waves crashed upon the shore and roaring fell away from your ears. Several long streaks of semen shot out from in front of you, to presumably add another stain to already-crusty bed sheets. This was not a place where cleaning up was considered particularly necessary. This was a den of dirty, incestuous happenings. Where creatures crawled into still coated in other people's leavings and collapsed into unsuitable positions together.

Your sister kissed the back of your neck. She kept hold of your hairless, little ballsack. You would both drift off to sleep better like that.

Chapter 21

The next morning, you once again found yourself behind the counter of Skeg's shop while the man himself was busy with your sister. You were getting used to the role by now though, and quite enjoyed having a bit of time to yourself. There was always something to clean, or restock, or just work out what was and how to operate it. The manly world of manual labour and power tools had always been a long way from you, both physically and, well... spiritually. Yet reading through mouldy old manuals and then seeing how they corresponded with the dirty, dusty, rusting machines they belonged to... was actually quite fun.

The customers were nice too. They tended to look very surprised to see a little, blonde-pigtailed teenage 'girl' working here alone, but that seemed to open them up to want to talk to you. It made you feel a little strange to chat to these often twenty-something year old tradesmen, just getting started in one apprenticeship or another and unable to afford anything better than the weathered, old tat that Skeg had available. Each one seemed so much more full of genuine, positive energy and ambition than the 'Daddy's going to put me up in his business' boys that you'd grown up with. It made you gulp to catch them surreptitiously casting glances up and down your legs, or at your ass when you reached up to grab something. More than one had actually asked for your number! You'd had to blushingly make excuses and try to steer the conversation away. Did you really look like such a convincingly pretty girl that even non-perverts were lured in?

Glancing up from what you were currently trying to brush all the sawdust out of, you smiled to see Nancy waltzing through the door. She had popped in several times since that first visit in fact, both while the shop was open and in the evenings. Just to say hello to you and Jenny and 'keep tabs on her father'. You got the feeling there was something she didn't trust about him and his deal with you... though she didn't seem particularly fussed about seeing him balls deep in Jenny, or buried down your throat. Just what she thought he might do worse than that itched against your mind.

This time, though. It was you she was looking at in a curiously suspicious manner. Walking toward you slowly, as if measuring how you looked from every pace. A terrible idea started to enter your mind... even before she slid a local city paper across the counter, folded open at a particular article and set of black-and-white pictures that were distinctly familiar.

"That's you... isn't it?" She asked, eyes digging in beneath the carefully arranged hair and layers of makeup Jenny had applied to you today.

Even if you'd tried to deny it... the look on your face and horrified step back you took would surely have given the game away. How could you have been so stupid! You couldn't possibly pass off as a girl. Of course your father would have put out pictures of you... though he'd try to keep it a secret from his own social circles. You were just an ugly, little crossdressing runaway who was going to be sent back and then sent away to some Swiss boarding school 'to make contacts'. While Jenny was married off to a coke-snorting junior CEO of an up-and-coming Wall-Street firm as the sweetener on a business merger. All the terrible things that definitely didn't happen to those born in the lap of luxury at the centre of the free world.

Nancy leant forward over the counter, pressing her elbows down upon it. You couldn't help but notice the way this pushed out and displayed her magnificent cleavage... but were far more scared of that piercing gaze: Cutting right through to the back of your skull and pinning you back until your ass hit the wall.

"Lift up your skirt..." She commanded, as if requiring you provide evidence for your own execution.

Chapter 22

Your hands shook... but there was no point in putting off the inevitable. You had been told to do something, and it had always been easier to just go along with what you were told. Slowly. Tentatively. You lifted up the hem of the pretty, three layered thing you had picked out this morning. It's purple, ruffled edges had called out to you and, at mid-thigh, was actually one of the longer items your sister actually owned. You had thought that it was safe. That any unforeseen bulges would be hidden. Yet, here you were: Lifting it up to expose that pitiful lump at the front of your sister's borrowed panties. The incriminating evidence inside seemed to throb a little, just under the pressure of Nancy's stare.

She stood there, leaning forward, for several moments. Just admiring that little change in contours as you squirmed on the spot. She didn't say anything... but suddenly turned and walked back to the door of the shop. The already intimidating woman was dressed all in black today: leather pants and a torn-sleeved t-shirt. She clicked the latch closed and flicked the hanging sign around to agree. Then she stomped back over towards you, thick-heeled boots commanding the room. She paused at the bottom of the stairs up to your apartment, listening for a second. Telltale echoes of yelping moans could just about be heard leaking down. Apparently satisfied, the twenty-something year old beauty advanced on you again... this time not allowing any wooden barriers between you.

"Panties too- drop em." Her voice was flat and calm... not cruel, but without a hint of doubt that its orders would be followed.

Heart beating ever faster, you hastened to obey. Wriggling free of the treacherous things with a chest full of terror and shame. Was she going to make you strip completely? As some kind of defence for all womankind from this pretender in their midst? Was she going to drag you back to your parents like that: naked and by the pigtails?! You didn't know anything about what was going on behind those dark, dark eyes... but you knew where all the power was in this situation. You always bowed before power.

"Up. Get up here, on the counter." She patted an empty space among the cluttered, wooden surface and got you to perch your clenching rear up onto it. Now your pitiful-looking, closely-shaven genitalia were on full display. Dangling loose between the open spread of your milky-white thighs.

Nancy leaned down towards them and... squatted down on her haunches. Face mere inches from your twitching-in-fear cock. You could feel the warmth of her breath buffeting its tender nerves. Why did she need to see it so close?! What more could she possible learn about you down there?!

One of her strong, long-nailed hands reached out and grabbed the head of it... While at the same moment you felt the textured, wet sensation of a tongue making its way up from the very bottom of your ballsack. Was she..?! This had been the last response you had expected. Your meagre manhood shot immediately to attention, now the centrepiece of all your built up nerves and tension. That tongue reached the top of it's climb... and then suddenly the entire head of you was bathed in a hot, wet embrace. She took every inch of your trembling shaft into her mouth in one, smooth movement. The sensation of being sucked in and tasted sending you spiralling into oblivion. It felt wonderful... but at the same time; so, so wrong. This was not where you belonged!

"Nancy..." You began. A squeak that barely made it into the world. For, at the same time... her other had began moving. Suddenly you had a very alien experience to contend with- Which cut all thoughts of negotiation off soundly.

The woman had slid a finger straight on into your tightly-puckered asshole. You could feel its deliberate movements right there, behind your balls. Deep in the most intimate depths of you, where no-one had ever explored before. The invasion was intense, if not actually painful at all. Simply a mind-breaking realisation that part of someone else was moving around inside you. Which made her addition of a second finger just a whole nother level of heart-stopping. There was a point she was clearly reaching for, which you knew directly when she found. A tight knot of blinding, stomach-churning sensation that you couldn't even tell whether was good or bad. It just sent waves of thought-blanking sensory noise throughout every nerve in your system.

Between that and the vacuumous work of her mouth upon your twitching penis, you had little chance at all. Just feeling her stare at your panty-clad bulge had brought you nearly to one edge or another. After barely a minute of these joint attentions, you felt the outpouring release of climax freeing you from all doubts... for a couple of seconds at least. You felt the woman gulp down two, three, four spurting expulsions from the tip of a mountain of emotional reactions. Before licking it clean and standing up. Sliding her fingers out of your gasping rectum as if this was just any other tuesday.

"I guess you are just like your sister..." She commented, watching the post-orgasm bliss ebb away from your tensed up features. "I was slightly worried for a while there."

You couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It all seemed to be happening on the other side of some great fog. Yet you pulled yourself back together as she made to just walk away and leave.

"Wait! Nancy! Y-you aren't going to tell anyone about us?...A-about me?!"

She looked over her shoulder and chuckled. Seeming to chide you for even asking. "I ain't a narc, chick. Everybody round here's got reasons for being here... and nobody who goes around sticking their nose in other's business lasts very long. I just... needed to know you were in the right place, I guess."

She shrugged... as if still not completely sure she'd got an answer to that question, but willing to leave it as it stood, for now. Then reached up to flick the latch on the door back open, causing you to scurry back forward and collect your underwear. Red-faced and still winded, you caught one last glimpse of her before she walked back into the sunshine.

The last words she spoke drifted back to you too:

"But, if you think your secret's safe from dad... maybe you better check the top of that wardrobe... And inside the toilet bowl..."

Chapter 23

You found the first camera easy enough... once you'd piled up some furniture to stand on. It was hidden behind the decorative wooden trim at the top of the wardrobe, and aimed directly at the bed you shared with your sister. You had waited until she was in the bathroom to follow up on Nancy's hints, just in case the older girl was messing with you. Yet, there it was... hidden cables leading off from it into the badly-plastered wall. Once Jenny had finished, you rushed in after her to confirm the worst and... yes. There, hidden in the little plastic soap-thing beneath the rim, was another tiny lens. This one presumably waterproof and a whole lot more invasive. You called out to your twin to show her both of them, then immediately began scouring the walls and shelves for where any others might be.

Yawningly, Jenny confirmed what you were saying. Lazily clambering up where you instructed to trace the wires and moving her head to catch the glint in the toilet bowl. "Oh yeah, would you look at that..." She commented, with all the vaguely interested tones of a girl who had just been shown a particularly interesting beetle in the front yard. There was certainly none of the rage and disgust you had been hoping for when providing evidence of this gross invasion of your combined privacy. "D'ya think he's watching right now, the dirty, old perv? Or does he record it all for later? Maybe he puts it straight up on the internet? That'd be pretty weird to think about..."

You'd just found another buried amongst the battered old DvD player and satellite boxes attached to the TV. Aimed directly at where you had lain with your head in another man's lap, slurping away. The idea of that being posted on some forum somewhere, for all the world to see... nearly paralysed you with fear and shame.

"It doesn't matter! He must have watched some of them by now! He's seen us changing! He's seen me!" You tried to arrange some order into the way your worst fears were unravelling. To the ways that old man had taken liberties over you. Yet, still Jenny acted like none of this was any big deal. That blasé nonchalance she exhibited even in the face of situations like this, infuriating you as only those one truly loves can.

She caught hold of you in the bedroom again, stopping the circling sprint of a headless chicken as you scratched in every corner for more invisible lenses. "So? Think about it... You're right: he must have seen your little pinky by now... and he hasn't done or said anything about it! He still seemed perfectly happy for you to suck him off with me this morning. I guess that proves he's alright with it! It's a good thing! You don't have to worry so much about him catching a glimpse up your skirt any more..."

The grip of her arms did steady you a little, as it always had. Though her complete failure to get upset over being spied upon even in your most private moments still baffled and broke you. She was who you relied upon to burst into fits of defensive passion when the two of you were under attack. She who had bloodied noses and screamed in adult's faces when anyone had stepped out of line to bully or threaten you. But, here was a situation you felt was more obviously wrong than any of that... and she just didn't seem to care.

"How did you know where to look for them, anyway?" She asked, looking up at the wardrobe-top glint of that beady, electronic eye.

"N-nancy told me..." You replied. Not wanting to go into any more details of that encounter.