"Sis Trains Him" part one

[Transgender Stories]

Title: "Sis Trains Him" part one:
by: Jess Moreau


Harland was was trapped. Wearing his sister's clothes, even if in
secret, had been no big deal to him, but she'd caught him, and it had
been a big deal to her; or, so he thought. He almost cried when she
laughed at him, but he'd held himself in check and waited to see what
she would do. Harland had not been well schooled in the way of the teen
female mind; he was about to be. She had indeed laughed herself silly
and had been on the verge of going downstairs to tell the whole family
about it; he'd barely been able to stop her; he'd had to beg on his
knees. How long she'd keep it to herself he couldn't tell. Caria had a
big mouth even for a teenage girl. It was going to cost him to keep her
from telling on him -- a lot.


It was a three day weekend. It was raining and the two of them were at
home alone until the following Monday. Parents and twenty-two year old
brother Nathaniel were away at their aunt's house for a barbecue that
certainly had been rained out, he thought; but they'd stay there anyway;
it was a hundred miles to the north; they'd stay and visit. This was his
chance to make it right with Caria. He wandered into the den where she
was sucking on a popsickle and watching some mindless soap opera.

He sat down on the sofa opposite the big recliner where she had found a
perch. She eyed him with the smartaleck smile that was her trademark.
She'd always seemed so mature to him.

"Your clothes don't match," she said, "wanna wear something of mine?"

His stomach churned. "Very funny," he said weakly.

"I thought so," she said. "It was a genuine offer. Do you want to wear
something of mine: A house dress or something? I could probably find a
pair of panties that would fit you if you'd like. Yes, panties, for that
tight little twat of yours." She began to laugh hysterically.

"Caria -- please." He sounded like a whining little boy, he knew, but he
couldn't risk upsetting her by demanding that she stop. She had him and
she knew it.

"Please what?" she asked too pleasantly. "You wear my clothes secretly.
Why don't you just wear them openly. I mean no one is around but us, and
I know your secret. So, just accept my offer and get out of those awful
no-match rags you always wear in public and get into something nice."

She sounded serious. She sounded odd. Terror seized him and shut down
any thoughts that he might otherwise have had. He must have looked
terrified too. Her tone changed. Her next words sounded almost
sympathetic.

"Look Harland, I know you want to talk to me. You are afraid that I
might tell on you. Well, I might. I might not, but I might. If I do, you
are ruined; you'll never live it down. Dad will probably strap the hide
off of you unless he is too embarrassed about having a sissy boy for a
son to even get near you. Mom will probably put you into therapy or
something. But no matter what happens, life as you know it would be over
for sure."

She paused. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes. He stared
at the floor riven with fear and desperation. "What can I do?" he
whispered in a husky voice.

"Do? Well, change your clothes like I said," she said. "I know you want
to. Who knows, maybe I won't tell if you do. So, what do you say?"

He looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. "You mean if I get dressed -- in
-- your stuff -- you won't tell?"

He looked so forlorn to her. "I said maybe. If you do what I say. If you
don't give me a hard time. If I think you'll be the obedient little
brother from now on. Well, I might think it would be to my advantage to
keep your little secret."

"I don't understand?"

"Yes you do. I want you to be at my beck and call. You're going to be my
little sissy boy. My slave really. Have any problem with that?"

"I -- I -- I..."

"Well?"

"Caria -- I -- can't -- be -- do..."

"Then you have until mom and dad get back to find out what the
alternative is going to be like. My offer is good for the next five
minutes. After that, no deal." She went back to watching her show.

He sat stock still. He had to think. He couldn't think. He was trapped,
utterly trapped. The choices were both horrible. Maybe if he took her
offer she'd grow bored with the game and let him off. Sooner or later
she'd let him off; he had to hope she would; it was his only chance.
"Okay." He didn't look up; the carpet still held it's fascination for
him.

"Okay what?"

"I'll do what you want."

"And what's that?" She was enjoying the game now. The longer he stalled
the better she liked it.

His face was Confederate gray with despair. "I'll do as you say. I will
be your slave."

She eased back in the recliner. She eyed him. The popsickle had long
since disappeared down her esophagus; she chewed on the stick now. She
was wearing a tight pair of black hip-huggers and a white half shirt
that would have revealed the bottoms of her braless A-cup boobs if
anyone had stooped over and looked up. "Good. I am going to like having
a sissy boy slave. I think we'll have some fun together. Just remember,
I'm the boss. Your job is to obey. Am I clear?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Strip yourself naked and don't waste any time."

He had not expected her to say anything like this. "But -- but-- Caria!
I'd be exposed in front of you! You're my sister. I'd be naked in front
of you! Please gawd! don't make me be naked in front of you. I'll wear
the clothes. Anything. But not..."

"Yes. You're going to be naked in front of me. Frankly I'm curious as to
just what your dick is going to look like.

"You're a slave Harland. I own you. You have no rights that I do not
approve of. Get your stinky clothes off and get naked, and do it
immediately."

He hadn't really had any idea what to expect. He stood up from his couch
slowly and began to unbutton his shirt. He let it drop to the floor. His
eyes pleaded with her to let him off, but he knew her. Caria was a hard
hearted sister; she always had been been. His shoes and jeans were next.
He hesitated at pushing down his under pants, but a wrinkled brow from
her made him put his thumbs into the waistband and begin pushing them
down toward his knees, slowly.

He was stark naked. His stiff and pulsating penis pointed six and half
inches into the air almost straight up from his ball sac. Caria smiled
critically at her brother's tool and his balls; she noted with interest
that his balls had sparse hairs growing out from them. She had seen a
number of naked boys and played with them, and they with her; Harland
stacked up well with all of them. She'd be investigating her property
minutely very shortly. "Hmm. You're not as much of a pipsqueak as I
thought you'd be, little sissy boy. We have a nice fat thingy there
don't we. And it's kinda long too. I'm gonna enjoy this. Oh yes, I am
going to enjoy this," she said almost too quietly, almost to herself.

She stood and walked toward the stairs. Turning, she looked at her
little brother and smiled sympathetically. "Go stand with your face in
the corner until I come back."

"Huh?"

"Harland, You don't get it. You are being punished. Sneaking into my
room. Taking my things. Playing your little games. The thing is, if you
had asked me. Been straight with me. I wouldn't have minded -- well --
after I got over the initial shock. But the sneaking around pissed me
off; your bad luck. You will do as I say until I feel you have paid for
what you did."

She hadn't known about his little games until she had seen him preening
himself after school one day when the house should have been deserted
except for himself. She'd come home early, watched for a little while
and then confronted him. She had seen the possibilities from the first
moment. He was such a wimp; she'd be able to manipulate him at will.

"Oh."

"Yes, Harland, Oh. And Harland, if you displease me, I will spank you
with a switch; just like dad does."

Harland paled. He knew Caria would find a pretext to use the switch. She
was already thinking about it. He was had. He knew it. The only good
thing was that she could not possibly make it hurt as his father could.
She was a girl and she did not even top one hundred pounds.

She disappeared up the stairs. He took his place in the corner with his
hands at his sides. He was naked, he was alone with his thoughts, and he
had raging erection he sincerely wished he could control. He thought
about masturbating, but he was certain that that would earn him the
switch.

His sister? What did she want from him? She was going to play with him;
he was sure of that. She did turn him on, he was ashamed to admit, but
he felt strange about it. What if she used him -- sexually? He feared
her, but she aroused him. He heard her return, but he did not turn
around immediately; he waited for her to tell him to.

"Turn around Harland."

What met his vision "was" a vision. She was in a light yellow sheath
dress, high heels, her hair was in a teen ponytail, and she was clearly
wearing no bra! And there was something else; she smelled wonderful. She
didn't have to bully him the way she was right at that moment; he would
have volunteered to be her slave. On an impulse he dropped to his knees
in front of her. It evidently pleased her because she smiled a truly
radiant smile.

"Very good, Harland. So, you like the way I look. Well you're going to
be just as pretty after I'm through with you; I have some ideas."

"Ideas?" he said as he gazed up at her.

"Uh-huh. First things first. We're going to shave off all of your male
hair except for the hair on your head and your eyebrows. Can't have a
little sissy boy with too much body hair now can we."

Leading him up stairs she pushed him into the bathroom where a scented
bath had already been drawn for him. She coaxed him into it and handed
him a pink razor. "Shave," she commanded him. After he had dipilitated
his body hair, she dried him, took him from the tub, and sat him down at
her vanity. She began to put his longish hair up in curlers.

Having finished with his hair, she turned her attention next to his
face: eye liner, mascara, lipstick, a touch of pink to his cheeks and
she was ready to dress him.

Before she put him in his feminine clothes, she crooked a finger at him
and beckoned him with it to come to her. She produced an unusual looking
thing, device. It looked like a bikini bathing suit, but it had a hallow
tube in the front. "This is your chastity belt, Harland. You put it on
like underpants, but your penis goes into the sheath there and must
always point down. It will allow you to go peepee -- sitting, like a
girl, but you cannot get an erection while you are wearing it. I bought
it, and not without some embarrassment, when I first figured out how I
was going to discipline you. You like?" she said impishly.

"Yes. I like it, Caria. I like it if you like it." He was totally
pussywhipped now and they both knew it. "Do I have to wear it all of the
time?"

"I'll tell you when you can take it off. I just don't want you playing
with yourself. I might want to use you and you won't be able to perform
if you play with yourself.

"Use me?

Yes, if your good, I might let you fuck me or something. And if you
please me, it might get to be regular. If not, I will punish you, and
then you will learn how to please me." She strode away from him toward
the coffee table in front of the couch. Oh, I do like being the boss!"
she said with obvious relish.

He started to protest. She raised her hand to silence him. "Oh, I might
not be very experienced about this stuff, but I know about boys and
their ways; I've seen lots of boys' thingies."

Harland's face betrayed his shock "You've done stuff with boys!"

"Yes, silly. Of course. Probably not much of what you're thinking
though..Still, I've seen plenty of cocks and I have wants that I want to
have served, and maybe you can be useful that way; we'll see. Anyway,
you won't be jacking off any time soon, not wearing this you won't." She
helped him slip on the thing that would imprison his cock. He felt her
snap or lock something behind him. He knew it had to be the locking
device that would keep him chaste until she thought best.

It bothered him quite a lot that she would not let him relieve himself
by masturbating. He was bound to be half crazy with desire by the time
she released him.

>From the coffee table she gathered the skirt and panties he would have
to wear while she was in control. He didn't mind wearing the female
clothes she had selected; he'd always liked that. He did mind not having
any say in the matter -- it was a little scary. He was determined to be
obedient, however, he was falling in love with his sister. She could do
anything she wanted to him and he would kiss her feet for it.
Nevertheless, it was still a little scary.

"My! don't you look sexy in your panties. Now the skirt sissy boy.
That's right, it zips up the side. Doesn't it feel nice and airy
underneath. We girls really like that. it makes us feel so vulnerable,
and yet, so powerful; we know every boy who sees us in a skirt wants to
get their hands under it. You do too don't you little girly-boy. You do,
don't you." She was laughing at him and he felt strangely free --
excited.

"Yes," he said softly, almost humbly. "I have always wanted to feel
under a girl's skirt, but -- but..."

"But you've never had the nerve." She laughed uncontrollably, almost
choking in the process. Harland was so humiliated his penis shrank back
into his body like a snail back into its shell. "Well, little brother,
today's your lucky day. I'm gonna take your cherry." She began to
release his hair from the restrictive curlers. His hair fell free
tousled and beautiful. "Looks good," she commented.

Harland didn't comprehend what she had said immediately. Then it dawned
on him. She was going to let him screw her! "You mean..."

"Yes, Harland, you're getting your first piece of ass today, and it's
going to be your very own sister -- me. Come here. Get down on your
knees," she commanded him. "Yes, that's right. Now, you can put your
hand under my dress -- slowly. That's right, Harland. Feel up your
sister." His hands caressed her thighs inching their way up to the cleft
in her pubis. She spread her legs slightly so his fingertips could touch
her slit through her panties. Harland was sweating profusely. He was
shaking. He felt giddy. She pulled back from him; he had never felt so
deprived. He had to feel her some more, but she was denying him.

"But, Harland, I'm doing it for me `not' for you. So, you will be
treated to your first serious spanking beforehand. That oughta keep you
from cumming too soon."

Harland was shell-shocked. He didn't care if she beat him within an inch
of his life. He was going to get to push his cock into her hole, her
outrageously beautiful hole, and that was all he could focus on. Caria
smiled benignly at him.

"I'm going to give you a serious dose of the switch," she said calmly.

"Yes. And thank you, Caria. I will always serve you if you let me do you
no matter how hard my spankings are. But couldn't I feel you some more
first?"

"No." The sincerity of his avowal delighted her. He had a nice cock for
a teenage boy his size. Harland was only five foot two. He had an almost
frail looking body, but his cock was thick and fairly long, maybe seven
inches. How many nights had she had to do herself because there were no
cocks around to do her. She wasn't a slut after all. She couldn't just
spread her legs for every boy in town. She had let a dozen boys feel her
up. And one or two even got to suck her titties; she'd given each of
them a yeoman-like blow job. But that had been about it, except for one
guy.

She had let Harry Rathstone have her cherry, but she was a bit younger
then, and she didn't know very much. Not like now. She knew the game
now. And, now she had the outlet she needed. If she handled it right,
her brother would be all she would need to assuage her lust. And he
liked to play dress up. Maybe down the line she could find a boy to fuck
Harland. Gawd, how she'd love to watch that; especially if she was
getting it at the same time. It was something to think about. Yes, she
determined: Harland was going to get a royal screwing. Sooner or later
Harland would feel a boy's dick pushing its way up his nether hole. She
giggled.


He was naked again. She wanted him that way for his punishment. She had
changed her mind and had substituted a hair brush for the switch she had
intended to use; she wanted him over her knee with his penis rubbing her
leg through her dress. He stood beside her now. She was beautiful in her
yellow sheath, her tawny hair pulled back in a girlish ponytail. She
smelled like a girl smells, and it intoxicated him. He was actually
looking forward to his spanking. She was explaining now how he was going
to get it.

"Do you understand, Harland?"

"Yes, Caria, I understand. If I struggle too much or try to escape from
your lap, I will not be allowed to have you afterward. I understand."

She reached out and touched his penis for the first time. It jerked
spasmodically at the feel of her cool fingers. She stroked it and she
felt it harden. It would soften in a few minutes she was sure, but for
the moment it was steel-stiff. She would have to decide what position
she would assume when he took her. It was a delicious decision. Maybe
missionary the first time -- maybe doggie style. Yes, doggie style. She
wanted him to master her; that was a girl's most precious moment. When
she was most submissive to the male of the species. At all other times
she would be in control, but for those moments when he was ramming his
cock into her hole, she was the submissive female being taken by the
strong, masterful male. She almost licked her chops; she did lick her
lips; Harland noticed and wanted to kiss those lips -- badly.

"Lower yourself over my knees Harland; it is time for your punishment."
He followed her directive. His cock began shrinking again; a fear took
hold of him. Not a fear of his spanking; he wanted it; it was fear of
not being able to take the sting of the hairbrush and losing his
opportunity to have his sister under him. He gnashed his teeth.

Caria lightly traced the dark crack between his buttocks with her
finger. He jerked at the tickling sensation. She spread his buns apart
and gazed at his rear door; it was pink, she was surprised to see. She
wondered if it would be painful for him to have another boy ram his dick
inside of him. He liked playing the girl. Would he also like being
treated like a girl -- by a boy? The two were not by any means the same
thing; this she knew. But, brought along slowly, she was sure that she
could convert her pantywaist brother into a screaming nympho.

Caria raised the hardwood hairbrush high over him and brought it down on
the virgin flesh of her male slave. He sucked in air feverishly and
jerked like he'd gotten an electric shock. His toes danced madly on the
floor and his body stretched into wild, outrageous positions as it tried
to compensate for the frightful agony being visited upon his bottom. He
shook and mooed and cried and hissed trying everything short of
screaming to ease his distress. Caria continued to paddle him
relentlessly though at a measured pace. She wasn't trying to kill him,
but she was setting the tone for future punishments; he would remember
this one and do his best to obey her without question. That was what she
was really after -- unquestioning obedience. Harland's buttocks were on
fire; he was sure she had drawn blood, but it was only the heat of the
blood rushing to the surface of his tortured flesh. His cock had
disappeared. Could someone have seen it, the front of his pubis, he
would have seemed a female.


She comforted him after she had punished him. He had been good she said.
He had taken his medicine and had not struggled unduly. He would get his
reward.

For his part Harland was torn by desire for the beautiful Caria on one
side, and the searing heat consuming is buns on the other. Caria was
seated beside him massaging his upturned flaming flesh with cold cream.
After a little while the fire seemed to grow less acute. His penis was
regaining some of its majesty. Caria rose and stood a few feet away from
him. She began disrobing. When she bent to push her panties down, he
lost sight of her charms for a brief moment. When she straightened up,
what he saw stunned him. She was the most incredible creature he had
ever imagined and more. The nipples of her small titties were pointing
straight out. Her pussy lips were involved in a mass of dark brown hair
that was unutterably sensual. Her hair, her face, her make up, her
smell; she "was" woman.

He rose and went to her. He put his arms gently around her body and
squeezed her nakedness into his. He kissed her lips lightly and then
hard. He forced his tongue into her mouth and made her suck it. His
fingers probed the crack between her buttocks. he scraped her anal area
with his finger nails and then sucked the smell of of them.

She pushed him back and walked over to the back of the couch. She
crooked a finger at him and beckoned him to come to her. She kissed him
and then bent herself over the back of the couch and waited. "Do me
good, little brother. Fuck me like you've always dreamed of fucking a
girl."

"Oh yes," was all Harland could manage. He pressed the tip of his cock
against the slippery slit of her vulva. He leaned forward and wrapped
his teenaged arms around her torso. He grasped her titties hard with his
hands, he began pushing in and pulling out of her rhythmically.

Caria felt the power of her brother as he seized her breasts and hurt
them a little as he gradually pushed his penis inside of her. She
wiggled her butt some to get a more comfortable fit for his thick cock.
She loved the feeling as he began to fuck her with a smooth back and
forth rhythm. She had somehow known it would be wonderful having him
push and pull his rod in-and-out-in-and-out. She had done right to spank
him first; he was lasting. At least it wasn't the sixty second ass
pounding her first and only other experience had been. He had screwed
her for nearly seven minutes before she felt him stiffen and unload his
semen into her pussy.. She felt him collapse onto her back totally worn
to a frazzle. Little brother would make a good servant and playmate for
her. Now to teach him how to be a girl.


She had locked him back into his chastity belt, and put his pink panties
back on him. She brushed out his hair and removed his makeup; it
wouldn't do to have makeup stains on his pillow when the family got
home.

"You'll wear one of my teddies tonight, Harland. Harland? You know
that's no name for a sissy boy like you. I'll have to think up something
really feminine for you, something you'll like. Maybe later. Now, I am
going to begin training you how to act and be like the girl we both know
you want to be"

"Yes, Caria. I'd like that. Can I ask you something? Something really
personal?"

"Yes. I suppose so."

"When -- when I was doing you, how did it feel?"

She smiled inwardly. He'd be easy to convince that he should get a good
hard fucking of his own. "It felt wonderful." She didn't lie here. She
loved having him stuff his thing up her hole. She had felt complete,
fulfilled. A woman had to have a good screwing every once in a while; it
made her -- well -- a woman. She decided to gamble. "Maybe I'll get a
boy to fuck you. Would you like that. You know treat you like a real
girl?"

Harland looked at her blankly. He wasn't exactly thunderstruck, but he
was rendered momentarily speechless. "Caria, no. No one must ever know
what we are doing I beg of you. Please. I am your willing slave, but
don't ask me to expose myself to public humiliation. Please!"

"Answer me a question. If it was not a matter of being exposed would you
like to be taken as a girl is taken?"

"I -- I -- I think so. I don't know. I really don't. I'd have to think
about it."

"Of course. Being fucked isn't something that a boy does lightly. It
would have to be planned. I'd like to see it though. I mean I'd like to
watch you get it. I bet you'd love having a big strong boy do you,
control you, and especially fuck you."

She was pressing all of the right buttons, but she had not overcome his
fear of public exposure. That would be a hurdle she would have to clear
before she could realize her plan.

The rest of the day was spent in Caria training her brother in the ways
of the female gender. He learned to walk, to sit, to cross his legs, to
look demurely down, to brush a breast against and arm, all of the things
that a female did that made them -- well -- female. If he wasn't yet
expert at any of it; it was not for a want of trying; he was trying.
They retired separately after midnight in the sure and certain hope that
the morrow would be an extension of their relationship. It would not
turn out that way.


They were in the living room. Harland was dressed to the nines in a
black skirt and a red blouse. He had on, as well, low black heels and
dark nylons. All of this was in addition to his magically made up face
and hair. He was stunning. Caria actually experienced an unvoiced twinge
of jealousy.

Caria saw her first. Her face went gray as the blood drained from it.
"Mom! You're home early."

"Yes."

"How long..."

"Don't, Caria. Just don't," she was clearly angry, not upset. Angry --
Caria picked up on it.

"But..." Her mother had turned and walked out. "We're caught, Harland.
Big time!"

Harland had barely had time to realize his and Caria's plight," Uh huh."

He turned to run out of the room but the heels slowed him down just
enough for his father and his brother to arrive and block his path. He
backed away like a trapped antelope. His mother had not reappeared. He
eyed the new arrivals with a distressed look of one expecting to be
executed.

Michael Waring the pater of the clan Waring actually smirked. "So, I've
got a candyass for a son. What do you think Nathaniel; is he as pretty
as Caria?"

"Umm," said the older brother of the sissy boy across the room, "you
know dad, I think he -- she -- is."

"Turn around for us, `Harlanda,' let us see your ass," said Nathaniel
almost laughing out loud.

"Dad -- Nate -- please -- I can explain."

"You know, Nathaniel, I think I'd pay a good deal to hear his
explanation. How about you?"

"Oh yes, a very good deal."

"Let me see if I can guess, Harland," said his dad. "You have a sexual
fetish for women's clothes. You or your sister or both of you are
seriously into incest. Umm, and since you are clearly the sissier of the
two of you, I'd guess Caria is the dominant factor here."

"Dad -- I..." Caria stuttered.

"It's all right Caria," he said slowly. "I think all of this is
interesting as hell. Don't worry, nobody is going to get a whipping.
Nobody is going to be disowned. There will be, however, an extensive
family confab this evening wherein we -- I -- will get to the bottom of
this. Oh, and `Harlanda,' you are to stay dressed as a female. Caria,
make sure his makeup is first rate for this evening's little discussion.
Am I clear?" The girl nodded her understanding.

The two miserable teens moved closer to each other, despair written all
over their features. They were clearly seeking solace in each others
nearness.

"Good. Then we'll leave you two little beavers alone to plan your
responses to the questions you know I'm going to want the answers to."

He looked at his older son, "Come on, Nate, let's leave the girls alone;
we've got to unload the car." The two men strode out of the room leaving
the Caria and `Harlanda' alone.


"Michael, what in the hell is that in the front room," demanded Melanie
Waring. "Are they fucking each other!"

"We'll find out tonight. We are all having a little get together."

"Where in the world did they get the idea for all of this. And
Caria...!"

"Yes, and Caria. I've suspected for some time that she was a hot little
wench. This wasn't Harland's doing. Caria has him by the balls; I'd bet
on it. He's too much of a pussy to be the ringleader here.'

"For once I agree with you. Caria is the main culprit. But what does she
have on him to make him do this kind of stuff?"

"Oh, I can guess. He's probably been wearing your panties in secret, or
hers, and she caught him. Bet you a million bucks that's it."

"My panties!"

"Sure, a lot of boys do that when they're young. I don't know why
you're being so uptight about it. You've made me wear your panties any
number of times -- turned you on too."

"Yes, but we're adults. And we're married!"

"By about age thirteen, and you know this, kids start getting the urge.
Nothing's going to stop them, slow them down maybe, but stop them,
never."

"I suppose. But what are we going to do?"

"Play it by ear, I guess. Not get too excited. Make sure he doesn't get
his sister pregnant -- that would piss me off!"

"What about Nate?"

"What about him. He'll be there. Put his two cents in. Then he'll do
exactly what you tell him to; he is you're little sex slave after all
isn't he?"

"And yours too," she shot back at him.

"Yes. I admit it. I like Nate's cock as much as you do, but, as you say,
we, the three of us, are all consenting adults."

"You know, maybe it's in the genes. I mean maybe we're to blame for our
kids turning out the way they have." Melanie was clearly on the verge of
a self-guilt trip.

"Melanie, it's sex not murder. There is absolutely nothing whatsoever
evil about what they are doing, regardless of the puritanical nonsense
promoted by those who think it is. Get a grip. There is danger of
course: The pregnancy thing is the main one. But, our kids are smart,
beautiful, and talented. They love us, and we love them. There isn't
anything else. Neither of us will do anything to change that -- right?"

Melanie Waring nodded her assent. She agreed with her husband. She would
let him handle it. She simply did not have the parenting skills to
handle a thing like this; she knew he did.


"Listen, Harland, Caria, I want the truth. Do not lie to us."

"Yes, dad," said Harland.

"Also, yes," said Caria.

"Good. Harland, did you screw your sister?"

Harland knew he'd be asked. He still had a hard time dealing with it in
front of everybody. "Yes." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Umm. You know you could get her into big trouble doing that, don't
you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Umm."

"Caria, did he rape you?"

"Daddy! of course not. Harland would never hurt me, never!"

"That's what I thought. So, whose idea was it to screw you?"

Caria was trapped. She could only tell the truth. It was clear that she,
not Harland, was in charge. "Mine."

"Umm. And did you know that you were risking pregnancy?"

"It wasn't my time of month..."

"Unreliable, Caria. Half the third world is peopled by children named,
`Accident.'"

"Yes, daddy."

"Your mother will speak to you about that after we're done here tonight.

"Now, Harland. What are you doing dressed like a coed?"

Harland was miserable. "Gawd, dad, I don't know," he whined, "I have
always liked girl's stuff, but I'm afraid of it too."

"Umm, really. You really do look pretty you know," said his father
absently. "Do you want to be a girl?"

"No!"

"Umm, then it's strictly a fetish, a fun thing?"

"Yes, dad."

"Dad," said Nathaniel speaking for the first time. His mother looked at
him fiercely. He ignored her knowing it would cost him dearly later. "I
think these two should be initiated, if that's the right word."

"Umm. Yes, Maybe. What do you think Melanie?"

"I don't know. They're not twenty-one yet."

"They will be in two or three years. They're old enough. They've already
opened Pandora's Box so to speak."

"I guess," said Melanie resignedly. "But they must be punished for the
sneaking around. We have to be able to trust them, and they must
understand that there is a price for disobedience."

"Agreed," the two men responded as one.


As the three older Warings entered the living room once more, the
tension in the bellies of the younger siblings was palpable.

"Harland, I know I told you that you wouldn't be spanked, but I'm afraid
your mother thinks it is necessary. You too Caria. You have to learn to
not sneak around."

"It's okay daddy; we know we deserve it. We'll take our medicine, and we
won't complain," said Caria.

"Harland your mother is going to do you, and Caria, Nathaniel's going to
tan your hide. Now go to your separate rooms and await your punishment."

The children rose and headed for the stairs. Their steps were heavy. At
the top of the stairs, Caria voiced what they both were thinking. "Why
mom and Nate?" she asked rhetorically.

"I don't know," said Harland, "I'm just glad it's not dad. Do you think
they'll pull our panties down before they do us?" he asked.

"I don't know. Daddy always does, but with Nate? I just don't know."

"Well, let's just go to our rooms and get it over with."


Caria sat on the edge of the bed, legs together demurely, trying to
guess at how much it would sting. The door opened and Nathaniel came in.
He had a thin switch in his hand from a tree in the back yard. The sight
of it chilled her.

"This is going to hurt me more than it will you, Caria," he said
foolishly.

"I doubt it," she replied lamely.

"Stand up." She stood and waited to be instructed. "Now bend over the
back of that chair." He pointed to her overstuffed easy chair. She took
the few steps over to it and positioned herself for her whipping. She
could sense him behind her. He lifted her skirt and tossed it up on her
back. She felt him put his thumbs inside the waist band of her panties
and begin to peel them down her legs; he stopped at her knees. He traced
the outline of the crack between her buttocks with the switch; she had
not expected that; she mooed.

Nate raised the switch and let it fall hard on her exposed buttocks. It
stung like the dickens, but she held her breath and tried not to scream.
Soon she was dancing on her toes still bent over the chair back as he
tortured her behind with the thin green bough. She begged and squealed
and cursed under her breath. She began to wail uncontrollably. Then it
was over.

"Stay in that position," he commanded her. She obeyed.

She heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. She dared not rise to see.
She felt his breath on her crack and then his fingers spreading her
cheeks.
His next move shocked her: He buried his face in her behind and began
reaming her. She couldn't help but squirm and wiggle; it only made him
grip her buns more tightly. Suddenly she was overcome with desire for
this rude and crude brother. He pulled away, but only momentarily. She
felt him push his tool against her bung hole. All of his salivating had
lubricated her back door so that he had little problem gaining
lodgement; then he was inside of her, fucking her butt.

He finished with her and stood naked from the waist down behind her.
"You can get up from there now," he said.

She rose and faced him. "What have you done -- do -- did -- doing..."

"I punished you and fucked your bung hole. I hope I did you good." He
said this last with what seemed a genuine wish. And -- uh -- you didn't
seem to mind very much"

"Did -- good? What! You fucked me! You fucked me in the ass! Mom and dad
are in the house! Are you crazy! What if I did like it. They'd kill you
if they knew."

"Oh, they do know about it."

"They What! What are you talking about?"

"Sit down. I'll bring you up to speed."

She did as she was told.


Harland was led by the ear down the opposite hallway from the one that
Caria had traversed -- by his mother. He knew he was in for it. He was
sure that it would sting a lot, but he was glad it was not going to be
his dad that thrashed him. Very glad.

Entering the playroom which had been selected for his punishment, he
moved to the center of the room and waited to get the bad news. He go
it.

"Drop your skirt, Harland," she said. He did not hesitate; he had
expected it. He was a trifle slower taking down his panties, but he
dropped them too.

She noticed the security device that controlled his penis; she decided
to say nothing.

"I'm going to spank you Harland, very hard. You deserve it, and you're
going to get it. Do I need to bind your hands, or can you take your
medicine like a good girl?"

"I -- I'm -- not sure. I think I can take it. But..."

"Not good enough. Turn around." He did, and she grabbed his right wrist
and tied the end of a piece of nylon cord around it. Then taking his
other wrist, she bound it tightly to the first immobilizing his arms.
She then did the same with his ankles. As an after thought she added one
more length of cord binding his knees tightly together. he was helpless
now, and vulnerable.

Since Harland could not move easily, she moved the chair close by him
and helped guide him to an over-the-knee-butt-in-the-air position. "It's
time Harland. Try not to scream; I don't want to have to gag you.

She raised the special two inch wide bamboo paddle, the one she favored
in disciplining Nathaniel, high over her head and swatted his butt with
it. An angry red welt appeared simultaneously with Harland's first high
pitched yelp. Harland jerked and gyrated wildly within the limits of
his bonds. He stiffened with each spank. He was soon crying and yelping
and moaning and whining and begging his mother for mercy, forgiveness,
anything. He had to get her to stop. "Obedience, Harland, that's what I
am requiring of you," she said as she paddled him for a good ten
minutes.

Harland had been sure his mother would not hurt him very much; he had
been wrong. Caria had not spanked him nearly as hard. She finally
stopped. He slipped to the floor sobbing.

"Get up, Harland, and go kneel in the corner. Do not touch your buttocks
or you will get more of the same."

Harland crawled to the corner indicated, knelt there, and waited for
what else might come.

"Your father is coming in in a moment to have a talk with you. Nathaniel
too. Stay there on your knees until he tells you you may get up."

"Yes, ma'am."


Harland heard the footsteps and the parquet floor of the game room. It
was his father and Nate, his brother.

"You can get up now, Harland, and put your panties and skirt back on."

Harland turned and rose. He went to where his clothes were puddled on
the floor and dressed. For some reason he did not feel strange putting
on the feminine items. It seemed -- normal. He took as seat on a little
wooden bench near the window; he was careful to cross his legs as Caria
had trained him to do.

"Harland, we have some things to tell you. And, in case you are
wondering, Caria is hearing about the same things right now from her
mother."

Harland had the knitted brows of one totally at a loss.

"Yes, well," continued his father, "we Waring men are a special breed,
as are our women. Although you have not been party to it, or Caria
either; we, myself, Nathaniel, and your mother share a very unusual
arrangement. And, we all very much like it."

Nathaniel was nodding his agreement.

"Dad, what is all this about? What do you mean," said a very confused
Harland.

"Well, to put it all out there, Nate is your mother's slave. And, he is
also my sex partner. That is..."

"That is, I fuck him," said Nathaniel pointing to their common sire.

Harland almost fainted. He understood immediately. It answered so many
questions he'd had about looks, words, schedule changes that had not
seemed to make sense before. "Oh my," was all he managed.

"Yes," said Michael Waring. "And, I like it. But, as I was saying, Nate
is your mother's slave, and I'm guessing that from now on you will be
Caria's property. We'll know for sure when they are done having their
little talk. Nate will also be under her thumb unless i miss my guess."

Nate, his twenty-two year old brother blushed beet red. "Yes, I suppose
I will," he said quietly, "at least part of the time."

"Well, Harland, what do you have to say?" said his father.

"I don't know what to say. I mean I like being Caria's servant; she is
so beautiful. I like it when she let's me be a girl, like today. I
really like it."

"You like being a girl," Nate repeated him. "Do you think you'd like
getting a screwing like a girl does?"

Harland eyed him. "Caria wants me to. Or says she does. I don't know if
she's kidding me or not. I think I'd like it. Maybe."

Nate smiled. In his mind he already had his brother, butt up, ready to
be taken.


Harland saw her first. It was Caria. She had something in her hand. It
was a collar and she was beckoning to him to come to her with her
finger.

Michael and Nathaniel noticed her now too. They smiled knowingly; they
had both worn that collar for Melanie on occasion; now, Harland would
wear it for Caria.

"Come here, Harland," she finally said," I have something for you."

Harland obeyed her and walked unsteadily over to her. He stood still
while she attached the studded collar around his neck and then attached
a leash to it. The symbolism was too clear to mistake: He had just been
confirmed in the family as Caria's slave. He would be her property and
would be expected to obey her in all matters whatsoever; he was giddy
with excitement over it. He knew she would use her power to punish him
from time to time, but there would be moments of ecstasy mixed in. He
voluntarily dropped to his knees while the others looked on.

Caria beckoned to Nathaniel. He came over too. "Nate, I want you to fuck
him now."

Nathaniel, bending down, pushed Harland's shoulder down and forward.
Harland was now down on all fours; and, in spite of everything, he was
afraid. He did not want to disappoint Caria, but he was not sure whether
or not he could take Nathaniel cock inside in him without a great deal
of pain; but, he would try.

He felt Nathaniel flip his skirt up and pull his panties down. Caria
stopped him. "Wait. I almost forgot. She unlocked the chastity belt
restraining Harland's cock and slid it down to his knees. "Now you can
do him."

Nathaniel spread his brother's cheeks and gazed at his anal orifice. He
could tell just by looking at it that he was going to be tighter than
his father ever had been. But, he would take the boy anyway whether he
was comfortable with it or no; Caria wanted it, so it was going to
happen no matter what.

Nathaniel felt his father's hand on his shoulder. "Nathaniel, he has a
little something for me first.

"Harland, before Nathaniel carries out Caria's request, please do
something for me. Okay?" He lowered his pants exposing a raging eight
inch erection. It literally bounced in front of him. "Put it in your
mouth and suck on it, Harland. Be a good girl."

Harland looked over at his sister. Caria nodded for him to accommodate
the older Waring man. Harland reached out and touched the engorged
penis. He grasped it firmly and moved his head closer to it finally
letting his painted lips slip over the head. He began sucking on it. He
was slow at first; it was his first try at cock sucking. He began to
like it. It was -- it was -- it was the submissiveness of it. On his
knees, helpless, knowing he would soon be skewered by his brother's
penis, just like a woman, the woman that he wanted to be. He pulled the
cock from his mouth and began licking and sucking the ball sac in front
of his face. Michael Waring was the happiest male in the Waring
household -- except maybe for his youngest son.

Michael Waring stumbled back onto the divan. His penis, still engorged,
screamed for relief. He began masturbating furiously. Caria watched rapt
as she saw her father spew his sperm three feet from himself. She smiled
at the freedom of it.

Nathaniel was nothing if not patient. Prettily, Harland looked up at his
looming brother and assumed the position expected of him on his hands
and knees. Nathaniel straddled his legs and pressed his penis against
the younger boy's sphincter. He began to push and Harland pushed back
helping his brother to lodge his cock inside of him preparatory to his
screwing.

Harland was shaking with desire. His darkest dream was coming true. He
was being fucked and his sister was a witness. Caria stood stock still
as she watched the tableau unfold. Harland was so pretty dressed as he
was and on his hands and knees. He was indeed very much a female.
Nathaniel began to push deeper inside of the boy. Harland was making
small bubbling noises as his brother punished his hole. He felt the ball
sac of the bigger stronger Nathaniel begin slapping against the crack of
his buttocks. So this was how it felt to be taken; he loved it.

Harland felt Nathaniel stiffen; he knew what it meant; he would be a
real woman now; a man's sperm would wash his insides signaling an end to
his virginhood. Harland Waring would never be the same.

>From the doorway his mother watched quietly as her youngest son was
banged by her oldest. She felt an odd sense of joy at the scene. Many
would think her family perverse, but she thought of it as liberated and
honest. In her family their was no anger and no secrets. Others might be
condemnatory, but like as not they could not say such of themselves. No
one would ever be able to claim that anyone in her family was
hypocritical.

Melanie's mouth watered in the knowledge that she had three cocks she
could call on to service her when she felt the need, and she felt the
need more and more these days; she was feeling it now. She eyed Harland.

Harland was the only cock of the three males that was currently loaded
for bear. He was probably half mad with lust anyway due to the chastity
device Caria was making him wear. He was Caria's property, but she was
sure she convince her to let her barrow him for a little while. She
motioned for her daughter to come to her.

Moving toward the doorway, Caria and her mother disappeared around the
corner leaving the three males to regain their breath.

"Now?" said Caria in answer to her mother's request. "But I was thinking
of using him myself."

"Oh be nice," said her mother, "I'll loan you daddy or Nathaniel after
they regain their strength; if you can wait that long."

"Okay. I guess it doesn't pay to be selfish."

"Right."


After the show in the game room, Caria and her mother had come in
smiling. Caria had put the leash and the cock restrainer back on
Harland; she handed the end of the leash to her mother. Melanie Waring
gave a little tug on her sissy boy's collar, and he followed dutifully
behind her to her bedroom. It was a spacious room. Michael Waring had
seen to his wife's wishes in that respect. They had the money, so why
not.

Melanie was sexily dressed. Her black, spaghetti strap, mid-thigh, slip
on, day dress fitted her slim figure ideally. She had long light brown
hair like Caria's, but it was up in cascades of plush curls; whereas
Caria's modus was the perpetual teen ponytail.

Melanie eyed her son musingly. He looked very feminine in his dress. She
could appreciate his fetish for women's dress. he could also understand
what were probably his bisexual preferences -- heck he came by them
honesty having a father like Michael. She approved of bisexuality.
Limiting oneself in regard to sex didn't make any real sense to her.
Liberation was the thing, and she was liberated.

She beckoned him with her index finger. He approached. "Harland, I want
you to strip yourself naked and fuck me. I want you to do it slow, and I
want you to be careful to please me. In every way; is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now get naked. I want to see your dick."

Harland took his time; he didn't want to tear anything, and the clothes
were Caria's. Tear something of hers, and it would be the switch for
him; that he knew. His sloth had the affect of teasing his mother who
had leaned back against the door jamb to watch him disrobe. Soon he was
naked except for his chastity device. Melanie smiled with glee; maybe
she'd get one for Nathaniel. She held up the little key Caria had loaned
her. Walking over to her son; she turned him around and unlocked his
imprisoned penis. The bikini like item slid to the ground exposing a
rapidly enlarging hardon. Soon his full six and a half inches was
threatening her. She touched his penis lightly thrilling him; it jumped
in her hand.

She marveled at the softness of an item that was capable of such
stiffness. Melanie slipped to her knees and fondled the pulsating cock
lovingly. She pulled it into her waiting mouth and did magical things
with her tongue swirling it around his rod. Harland almost fainted from
the sensation.

Melanie pulled his thing out and walked over to the bed. "I want you on
top of me, Harland. I want to see your face when you stick it to me."

"Yes, ma'am. I want to see your face too. I hope I please you."

"You have to, Harland, you just have to."

"I will mom. Do you want me to fuck you slow like Nathaniel did me, or
fast and hard."

"Oh, slow Harland. Very slow. Make me crazy."

He moved over to where she stood next to the bed and stopped inches from
her. He kissed her as a man kisses a woman and let his tongue slip
between her ruby lips. He loved the taste of her lipstick. It was
different than his own.
His hands felt her bottom and she squirmed to his touch. He let the
fingers of one hand slide up and down her crack. he felt her titties.
Through the material they had an artificial firmness that somehow
excited him very much. He loved the taste of her. He slid the short
zipper at the back of her dress slowly down. He eased the straps from
her shoulders and the dress fluttered to the carpet.

Her bra and panties were next. Melanie stood completely naked in front
of her son. He felt her hardened nipples and gently squeezed her
breasts. He stood back slightly and gazed at he muff. His mother had an
abundance of pubic hair; she did not trim it. Nathaniel thought it
looked primitive and sexy; Harland thought so too.

Harland wasn't sure, but he thought he could smell her sex. It was a
pungent odor that excited his senses; it was so feminine.

He eased her down on the bed and she spread her legs for him. Melanie
Waring was in seventh heaven. She was moments away from feeling her own
son inside of her, feeling him pound her sex with his cock and his
pelvis. She could hardly contain herself.

Harland slowly lowered himself over the waiting female. He tried to aim
his cock as best as he could at her slit. It made contact with the
opening. He pressed downward and felt it gain a lodgement. Instinct
told him to wiggle his cock a little from side to side; he slipped
inside of her. He plunged down now causing her some small discomfort. It
was the kind of discomfort a woman hoped for; it emphasized her
surrender to the male. It was the one moment, the magic moment, that a
woman wanted to feel submissive; all women lived for this moment, the
moment of being mastered of being fucked.

Harland began a slow rhythmic in-and-out motion that relaxed and
controlled his mother's body. She lay passive as he screwed her; she was
thoroughly enjoying every second of it. He began to feel the tremendous
build up tension before the inevitable release of his sperm into the
waiting female's hole. She noticed it too, and she smiled gratefully.

"Give it to me, Harland, unload your spunk inside of me. I need it." She
said all of this hoarsely as she began to feel a similar tension in her
own loins. Melanie began to jerk and stiffen first, but she was
immediately followed by the corresponding reaction of the boy. He rammed
her hard several times as he unloaded his stuff into her. She kicked her
feet wildly into the air and wrapped her legs tightly around the
conquering male's torso.

They both slumped down utterly spent.

"We'll have to bathe you before i give you back to your owner," she said
quietly. His moment of male mastery was over; he was back in his place
once more, and he adored it. Slavery to such as his mother and his
sister was his destiny.


That evening the family was together for dinner. the two ladies of the
house had gone to some culinary effort to please their men. They were
indeed pleased.

"I'd like to say a word to the males of the house," said Melanie Waring.
"Harland, you are, as you know Caria's slave as long as she wishes."

"I know, " he said, "I love it."

Caria smiled benevolently at him.

"Something new. Father dear, you will also be Caria's slave as well. She
will own you as she owns Harland. Is that clear?"

"Yes, dear." Michael Waring was more than overjoyed. He had thought it
would be Nathaniel, but he had been mightily turned on when Caria had
watched while Harland had sucked his cock; he was most satisfied at this
turn of events.

"Nathaniel, you and your big cock remain in my domain, my personal
nonnegotiable property. Is that clear?'

"Yes, ma'am."

"Furthermore, you two older Waring men will both get one of those
chastity thingies that Caria has fitted Harland with. It'll help keep
you ready to service us. Is that also clear?" There was a discordant
garble of agreement from around the table.

"Good," said Melanie.

As dinner ended, Caria looked over at her father. Her smile could only
be described as scary. "Daddy dearest, I would like to see you in my
room as soon as you bathe." Michael Waring swallowed; there was no
question he was going to find out what it was like on the other end of
the switch.