Chapter 57

“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 ****. 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 just the cutest pair of slutty femboys! 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.