On the bean bag after a long, hot shower.

You bite your bottom lip so hard it almost bleeds and will every shuddery, submissive sissy thought out of your hazy head. You can't just go from one shameful, sticky situation to the next without hesitation. You have a chance for a clean slate. Who knows, maybe you'll end up fucking Sam and making "her" your sissy and ending up the stud you always wished you were.

"I'm...gonna wash up. The beanbag's fine for me. Thanks, Sam..." you leave it unfinished, your best friend seemingly as uncertain as you about what your roles are...or what they want them to be.

When the hot water hits your soft skin, you feel so much more certain about what you need. Your hands roam hungrily up and down your even hungrier body and your fingers find your filthy hole. Soap slicked digits enter your cunt and you moan, your free hand doing its best to stifle your cries and your other hand doing its worst to make you cry out louder.

Your sissy seed coats the tile wall as you whimper wetly. It's not nearly enough to feed your hazy hunger, but you pray it will get you through the morning at least. You grab a towel and dry off. You hate how good it feels on your flushed flesh, you hate how you wish it was replaced with hard, dirty hands making you feel so messy and slutty and melting at their touch.

You scamper back to Sam's room and take a deep breath. You tell yourself all this is in your head. You're high...you're horny...and the last week really fucked with your head. All you need is a good day's sleep and you will be right as rain. Or you would be if you didn't open the door to find Sam laying on the bed wearing your sister's slutty schoolgirl outfit and a set of slutty lingerie laid out for you. "Sorry that I got started without you, Brian, or would you prefer I call you something...prettier?"

"It's Barbie." You blush as you hear yourself say your sissy name out loud and your clit throbs as you realize how much prettier it is, and how it longs to feel those pretty pink silk thong panties slide over it. Why bother to try to keep a secret once it's out? Why lie to someone wearing the proof of what you really are? Why lie to yourself for a second longer when that second could be spent on your knees?

"Oooh the crawling is a nice touch. So I guess my secret is out too. I prefer Samantha. And I guess the bullies were right about us. We are slutty little sissies. Tee hee...so why don't we enjoy it?" Her sing song sultry voice beckons you closer. You shimmy into the panties and bra with a giddy, guilty giggle, slide into the sheer hose drooling and ****. You feel more exposed in your sister's unmentionable's than you felt naked. The **** help, and the panties help more. Soon you're squirming at Samantha's lap, begging her wordlessly to treat you like the bottom bitch you both know you are.

"Mmm that's a good little sissy. Now why don't you get a taste of what you've been drooling over since you got here?" Samantha lifts her scandalously skirt to reveal her throbbing hard clit, definitely more than a mouthful and bringing out your instinctive need to serve and suck and swallow any shaft superior to your pathetic pimple. You bat your full lashes at her as you kiss her clithead sweetly...softly...starving for more.

You can't tease her or yourself any longer and you are too horny and too high to worry about betraying your neediness. Besides, you can tell she already smells the bitch on you, and even though she has secret sissy needs of her own, she instinctively sniffs out that you are the bottom bimbo of the two of you. You bob up and down her throbbing clit, feeling her soft stomach crushed up against your nose as you stretch your tongue to lap at her sissy sack.

"Ooooooh, Barbie. That WHIMPER feels AAAH sooo...MOAN sooooo..." she floods your greedy throat with a thick load of sissy spurts and you obediently, eagerly keep sucking until you swallow every last drop. Samantha pulls you into a greedy kiss, her tongue scouring your mouth trying desperately to catch any drops you missed. Not finding any, she breaks the kiss...leaving you panting and pouting. "Selfish little sissy slut. I'm going to have to punish you for not sharing!"

You squeal excitedly and scramble on all fours to shake your ass, ripe and ready to receive its punishment from Samantha's swelling sissy shaft. That's when you hear a car pull up and Samantha cry out, "Shit! My Daddy's home! Quick, hide in the closet! If he finds you here...just hide!"

You don't need anymore warning. You scurry into the closet and close the slatted door behind you. In the dark you crouch in a pile of cum caked panties and feel a thick dildo poking against your plump posterior. It seems this isn't Samantha's first time "experimenting". You wonder if this is her first time being caught by her "Daddy" and what you are about to witness. You don't have to wonder long. "What the fuck?! Didn't I warn you about this?! Didn't I tell you what I'd do if I caught you dressing up like a slutty sissy whore again?!"

You see Samantha's Daddy, Mr. Saint, in his company coveralls, blocking your view with his burly, six foot six frame. You strain to get a glimpse of Samantha, but all you get is her pathetic pleas ringing in your ears, "I'm sorry, Daddy! I swear I won't do it again! Please...don't..." Her cries are cut off by a resounding SMACK. You curse yourself for putting your best friend in this precarious position and you curse your clitty for throbbing so hard at the sound of it...

Samantha comes into view for a fleeting moment, fumbling with her Daddy's belt and dutifully handing it back to him in what seems painfully practiced behavior. A small voice screams inside you to burst out of the closest and take the punishment you know is rightfully yours. A seductive, sultry whisper coos at you to watch instead. You can't deny you want to see what might spring out of Mr. Saint's pants...but how close a look do you want?