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My Brother, My Sister

By: MicheleNylons



I wrote this story originally under the title “Be Careful In the Park” about an older crossdresser who meets a street gang in a park and gets more than she bargained for. There was no incest in the original version.  I like this version better as it includes all my peccadillos: incest, crossdressing, nylon fetish, and forced sex. A warning to those who find those subjects not to their taste. 

My God! I was going to get raped by the members of a local street gang of which my brother Tom was a member. I could just make him out in the dim light from the moon. He was not aware of who I was, and that’s understandable given the way I was dressed and behaving. I suppose I had better give you the background so that this story makes sense. 

I am a 20-year-old crossdresser. I have been dressing as a woman for five years without my family knowing. There is certainly no way I was going to tell my now 18-year-old brother Tom what I did for kicks. He had grown up rough, and unlike me, who enjoyed a serene, some would say sissy lifestyle, Tom couldn’t wait to join a street gang. While I locked myself in my room trying on makeup and sexy women’s clothes, my younger brother was playing football, sneaking beers, and committing petty crimes with his pals. 

I had been sneaking out of the house dressed as woman for about 3 months now, and I always headed to the local park where I was guaranteed of picking up some rough trade; usually older men who would take me in the toilets for a quick blowjob or a quick fuck against the cubicle wall.

Tonight I had walked down to the local park and was sitting in my favourite dark corner, looking for punters who occasionally cruised the park looking for action. I was certainly dressed for action; red Lycra miniskirt, blue and black sequined top, sheer black nylon stockings, sheer red nylon panties, garter belt and black ‘fuck me’ high heels. I had put on my trademark ‘slutty make-up’ and my favourite blonde wig. I looked nothing like my male self, and was confident that I would not be recognised by anyone who knew me casually. I was having a chat with an older man I'd met before, the memories of an earlier visit we had made to the toilet block quite turning me on and hoping we were going to get it on. 

Then I saw them, a street gang I had never seen around my ‘patch’ before, but I instantly recognised Tom amongst them. There were six of them and they were all young, fit and no doubt full of the beer they'd obviously been drinking that evening. But I hadn't come out looking for trouble that evening, that wasn't my scene at all, even so I knew I only had myself to blame for the fix I was in. I deliberately hung around this park because I knew Tom’s gang never came here and now my luck had run out.

Unfortunately the street gang now entered the park and my ‘older friend’ just turned and ran. The gang swaggered towards me. I knew I had a few options: identify myself to Tom and live in ridicule for the rest of my life, or chill out and hope they passed and left me alone. Possibly stupidly I lit a cigarette to still my nerves as they approached and instead of passing, the gang veered over to my seat, a voice asking, 

"Can you spare a couple of cigs?" 

These boys all appeared to be in their teens or early twenties and I knew from talking to Tom that they had a reputation for trouble. As I said, obviously they'd had more than a couple of beers apiece but they did not appear to be over the top pissed. Maybe they would take my smokes and move on. As they came closer I prayed they, and particularly Tom, would not recognise me in the dim light.

One was jet black; he looked the oldest, wearing white rugby style shorts and a black T. The youngest looking was also coloured, more a coffee colour, in his case wearing denim shorts and a polo shirt. The others were white but standing more in the shadow so I couldn't make them out so clearly at that time, but I knew one had to be Tom. I handed over a couple of cigarettes saying I couldn't spare any more and was told. 

"No problem." 

They stood around to light them and the thought had just crossed my mind that I wouldn't mind meeting one or two of them at a time down here if only they weren’t Tom’s friends Then the oldest asked, out of the blue, 

"Do you suck cock u dirty Tranny?" I was taken aback, but it was obvious they recognised me for what I was, a crossdresser or transvestite if you like, and without really thinking I replied, 

"It has been known." 

There must have been some sort of pre-arrangement between them because the leader pushed a younger coloured boy toward me laughing and saying, 

"Well let’s see you then. My friend here has been sporting a hard on all night and he says he will even stick it in a slutty looking tranny like you to get relief." 

The young man pushed me to gently my knees, I knew resistance would be futile, my face was just level with his denim shorts, the front of which he was massaging slowly. Judging by the bulge in his shorts I hadn't heard a lie, he had been sporting a hard on all night. As he was pushed even closer he asked, 

"Are you sure you don't mind honey?" and turned and laughed to his pals. 

Normally I wouldn’t mind at all! It was what I'd come down here for, even though I'd not expected an audience. The other males would be no problem if they wanted to watch; it would just turn me on more. In reply I just licked my lipstick lips nervously.

That was all the encouragement he required and pulling down the zip on his shorts, he pulled out a nice looking weapon, already more than half hard. It was a nice size and shape, cut, about six inches long and the girth was in proportion, nicely coloured to match his skin tone. 

He used his hand to move his cock tentatively to my red painted lips where his courage failed and I could see it just start to wilt. My instincts took over and I moved my head forward and grasped an inch or so between my lips, using my tongue to wash round the end. He gasped and he immediately became fully hard, his animal desire taking over as he moved forward, plunging the whole six inches down my throat without warning. 

I managed to hold tight as he placed his hands on my head and started rocking back and forth. He must have been playing with it, or talking about it, most of the night as I was only just getting used to it when he pulled out, yelling "I'm cumming," and proceeded to jack off rapidly, shooting over my face, the semen running down on to my blouse. That seemed to decide it for the rest as they all moved forward and one of the white boys dropped his shorts to display a fully hard, slightly larger cut cock, which he poked out at my face.

I was hoping now that maybe all they would do was demand a blowjob each and go on their way. In the dark corner of the park maybe I could get away with that and then make some sort of excuse when Tom came to take his turn. As much as I loved sucking cock there was no way I was going to fellate my own brother.

Normally I do love a cut cock and would need no further bidding to wrap my lips around the cock in front of me and work it, but now I was scared. They were drunk, horny, and trouble. This seemed to settle it for them and I became aware the other lads all had their cocks out, rubbing them excitedly. An older coloured boy made his way forward and pointed his groin at my face. 

"How about this then? You fucking tranny slut," he asked. 

This when I realised I was in serious trouble. I gasped, 

"My God! No!" 

His cock was huge, it had to be a eight inches long and possibly two inches across. 

"I can’t take that," I gasped.

"Well your going to," he growled. 

Without further ado the lads pulled me up and hustled me over to the children's roundabout in the play area. That was all the leader said to me directly for some time, giving others instructions as to what they should do to me, how to place me, how to hold me. The roundabout was one of the old style, solid wood planks, well worn, with a small running board and four metal handles crossing over the top. It was located in an area of the park where the streetlights had been broken and whilst it gave them the privacy they wanted to go about their ravaging of me, I dismally hoped it would assist my disguise and help keep my true identity from Tom and his friends.

Under their leader’s instructions they soon had me spread out on my back between two of the roundabout handles, they pulled my panties to one side and exposed my puckered ass, my sheer stockinged legs where spread wide and my high heeled feet where lifted high in the air. The white boy who'd just fucked my face knelt behind me holding my head up and cushioning it somewhat from the bars. Some of the lads had stripped off their pants by now and it was obvious that they weren't going to leave me alone until they had all had their way with me. I tried to look around to see where Tom was, I just hoped he wouldn’t join in,

One of the boys climbed on the roundabout and knelt with his cock pointing at my face. He was quite dark, only about eighteen but already with a hairy manly chest. He just knelt there masturbating for a while and then I felt a pair of hands start to feel my arse, first gently and then with more vigour. One, then two fingers inserting themselves up my passage. I couldn't see who it was but I prayed it wasn’t Tom. As my arse muscles started to spasm as the fingers withdrew and a voice said "Now!" and I heard and felt someone spit on my ass-bud. 

“Natural lubricant,” a sleazy voice laughed. I recognised the feeling of what entered me next, a medium sized cock was pushed deep inside me, and it wasted no time, but started to attack me straight away. In, out, in, out. He was reaching my prostate without any problem. Even though I was being raped, I was going to cum soon if not very careful. I managed to mumble something along those lines in between loosing my breath each time I gasped he rammed his cock in and out of me. I just hoped it wasn’t Tom, ‘please god don’t let it be my brother fucking me,’ I prayed, even though I was now thoroughly enjoying the fucking I was receiving.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” I uttered, as the intense fucking I was receiving took me over the top.

"That's OK. So am I," laughed the lad kneeling over my face as he sped up the speed of his wrist and with a series of soft yells shot over my painted face and lipstick lips. 

All this time the attack on my arse had continued. I heard, 

"I'm cumming. God I’m cumming. Here we go!" 

I was thankful the voice I heard was not Tom’s, but the attack intensified and with half a dozen sharp thrusts as I felt the cock in my arse shoot inside me. The boy that was raping my arse shuddered a couple of times and pulled out. Lying there catching my breath I was hardly aware as the lads changed places. 

Now my head was being clenched more tightly, one lad was standing each side of me holding my now laddered, stocking clad legs back in position and a new weapon was rubbing against my panties that had slid back, and now covered the entrance to my arse. I looked up to see the leader with his huge cock in his hand pointed at my arse, from which his mate’s semen was leaking and staining the crotch of my panties. I started to struggle, 

"No, I can't," I said.

"Yes you will, your arse is well and truly lubricated now" he snarled. 

I struggled but someone grabbed my high-heeled feet and pulled my legs high over my head exposing my come-soaked panty-clad arse.  The lad kneeling at my arse pulled the soaked, slinky fabric to one side and positioned his manhood at the puckered flower. Amazingly, the usual flush of expectation of a good fucking flowed over me and I felt myself relax against my own will. I know what I'd said, but there was no way I could take him. He had to be a ten inches and at least three inches across. A solid black ebony shaft. As his cock demanded access to my hole it seemed to glisten and gleam in the moonlight. 

"Right?" was all he said. 

"No!" I managed to reply. 

It didn't matter. Whatever I said, it didn't matter. He was going to fuck me. He was going to rape me. No one was going to do a thing about it, including my brother who was oblivious to my fate. The other lads that were holding me in position were getting excited now. I could see hands moving, two bodies kneeled beside me, hard cocks were being readied for an assault on my body, but they were all watching the weapon that probed my entrance. He was slow; at least I'll give him that. 

He stopped for a moment as soon as he forced it into my entrance, but only to allow me another gasp before starting again on a slow but inexorable voyage of discovery inside me. It never seemed to stop, a little push, stop, pull back, and push again. Each time a greater violation. He punched past my prostate almost without my being aware and still the exploration continued. Deeper than I'd ever been violated before. If I'd not been so excited and scared at the same time, and held so tightly, there wasn't any way I could have withstood the punishment. 

I could hear myself letting out little yelps and groans whenever I had the breath, which wasn't very often. Each time I gasped in order to keep breathing, he forced his cock in again before I had time to fill my lungs. It felt as if that monster penis of his was splitting me apart. It wasn't a cock, it was a weapon he was using on me! It stopped. I managed to take a clean breath, open my eyes and look up. The leader was looking down on me his face covered in sweat from his exsertion in my arse.

"I've never had it in a tranny’s arse before. You are one tight bitch!" he laughed.

I was in pain, but such glorious pain. I'd never been so thoroughly possessed before. I knew he was raping me. No way could it be called regular sex. He might damage me but deep inside was a feeling that I wanted more. I just had to have more. 

"Get on with it," was all I replied. 

With an even bigger grin he pulled back slowly, and that was all my body needed to move on to a higher plane of sexual ecstasy. I must have been a quite a sight, my skirt rucked up, sheer nylons laddered, legs held spread, panties pushed to one side of my open arse that was impaled by a huge black cock. 

The two lads who were holding my legs with one hand and their hard cocks with the other decided it was time to get in on the action. One crammed his engorged penis past my lipstick lips and into my mouth, the other was busy stroking his cock and alternately rubbing it on my cheek and in my hair. Someone grabbed hold of my cock and was squeezing it hard each time the unknown assailant rammed his cock in me. ‘Not my brother Tom, please,’ I hoped.

That seemed to be a general signal for the other lads and I felt other hands moving over my body, rubbing cocks on my stocking legs, wanking over my face, and then my hands were grabbed and wrapped around two more throbbing penises. Was everyone going to use me tonight? Which cock belonged to my brother? I was aware of the weapon up my arse as it started to swell and judder, and as it started to shoot I felt the cock in my mouth explode and come filled my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. 

The two cocks that I had been forced to wank also ejected their loads, I felt the sticky come saturate my hands. The other lad rubbing his cock on my face shot a stream of come over my eyes, adding to the come already there expelled from the first boy who used me. My mascara was running down my face in a stream of hot semen. The lad who was dry humping my sheer stocking leg groaned at this sight and I felt his cock pulse against my stocking thigh and I then the warm wet feel of come through my laddered nylon encased calf. Finally the young black man that was raping my arse stopped; he withdrew his flaccid penis and looked over his shoulder, smiled an evil smile, and said, 

“Here, you can have what’s left of this bitch now.” I looked up in horror realised it was my brother Tom he was talking to.

“No, no more please, I can’t take it,” I whimpered in attempt to put him off .

What could I do, If I exposed my real identity there was a good chance the gang would beat me up and Tom would know my secret and tell everyone. I decided to meekly accept whatever my brother decided to do to me, and hope he didn’t notice who I was under the smeared makeup and ripped women’s clothes. 

My brother Tom took his place and lay on top of me. 

He didn’t seem to care that my face was covered in come and that I was leaking sticky white semen from my arse. He leaned down and kissed my smudged lipstick lips. I felt his cock stiffen as he pressed against the nylon panties covering my penis. The lads holding my legs, having achieved their orgasms and having no further use for this ‘tranny slut’, had let go of my legs and were stuffing their sticky cocks back into their shorts as they dressed. 

Tom reached down and placed his turgid penis against the bulge of my soft cock encased in my nylon panties, oblivious that his was older brother underneath him. He was humping it against my panty cock, obviously too aroused and too inexperienced to try to enter me, he had decided to come quickly against me. I thanked god that it looked like he was not going to fuck me or make me suck him. I had guessed that Tom was still a virgin, and his inexperience and excitement meant he wanted to quickly release his seed and move on.

I realised he was the last in the long procession of rapists that were using my body for their own pleasure, taking what they wanted by force, even though I would have given it gladly one at a time in if my brother wasn’t there. I decided that I could take no more, I was now fully aroused by my brother’s thrusting penis, even though I had been raped in every orifice, was covered in come, my make-up smeared, my nylons ruined, my clothes ripped. I decided to help Tom achieve his orgasm as quickly as possible before he changed his mind and wanted to fuck me properly or worse still he recognised me in the dim light.

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around my brother’s back as he dry humped me through my panties. I pushed up and met his thrusts as his cock pressed against mine through the sheer nylon of my panties. I lifted my head, covered in come and smeared make-up and pushed my lipstick smudged, recently raped mouth against his. I rammed my tongue down his throat and started to dry fuck him earnestly. 

Tom’s inexperience was obvious and my brother started to squeal as his cock spasmed against mine, drenching my panties, soaking through to my now throbbing penis, which erupted in unison. I gripped my brother in my embrace tighter as our cocks continued to jet come against each other. Finally Tom lay still, and then pushed himself off me and joined the circle of rapists standing around me. 

They were all laughing and looking down at me. There I was, my skirt hiked up, my penis slowly deflating, covered in semen, my clothes ruined. I was well and truly raped by the gang, which had included my brother. The leader of the street gang, the one who had raped my arse with his enormous cock, spoke. 

“Come around here again you fag tranny bitch you’re going to get the same!” 

He turned his back to me and started walking away with the rest of his gang slowly following laughing and jeering amongst themselves. Tom, my brother the rapist, who had used me last, suddenly broke away from the gang and ran back to me. 

‘What now’, I thought. My younger brother knelt beside me, lifted my head and gave me a soft passionate kiss. He whispered in my ear, 

“Thanks most exciting experience of my life Sis,” he whispered. 

I lay there and couldn’t believe what I had heard. He knew who I was! He called me ‘Sis’!

“Well I guess you are now my older sister now, instead of my older brother; tomorrow you can you can show me what a blow jobs feels like, either that or I can just tell Mom and Dad about your secret. See ya’ later Sis,” he laughed.


My Brother, My Sister



Mr. Dirk had done a good job on cousin Danny. Both Curt and I agreed on this point. The mortician hadn't had much to work with, either.  Danny had tipped his motorcycle over, sideways, at 70 miles per hour. He'd skidded nearly 100 yards on the side of his face before coming to a sudden stop against a railing alongside a culvert. His bike was just twisted metal, and Danny's face was pretty much human hamburger. One of the cops on the scene is rumored to have puked, sick to his stomach from seeing all the blood and gore. Considering the raw material, so to speak, with which Mr. Dirk had had to work, he'd done remarkably well in imparting to Danny's countenance a semblance of humanity, however "waxy" looking.

Danny was only 28 years old. Life is short, but it shouldn't have been that short. The funeral was sad. Depressing, really, and neither Curt nor I wanted to be there. Hell, I don't even want to attend my own funeral. That's a joke. A little gallows humor. Black humor's supposed to make it easier to bear the after-effects of what people call tragedy but understand as a sort of hit-and-miss cosmic unfairness that results in personal catastrophe for those who are unlucky at life.

I was glad when it was over, when Danny had been laid to rest and his grieving parents, Aunt Charlene and Uncle Clarence, went home to try to live out the rest of their lives, wishing they'd been the ones to die and that their son had been allowed to live.

It had been cold. Standing by the grave, the icy winter's wind blowing, we'd been chilled to the bone. The wind had had an edge to it like a razor's. Even huddled inside my wool overcoat, I'd frozen. My teeth had chattered, and I'd shook, despite my attempt not to do so. Beside me, Curt, who's just as slender as he's always been, looked a little blue under the eyes, and his skin, which was always pale, had looked a ghostly white.

The preacher had seemed to hurry through the Twenty-third Psalm. Maybe he'd wanted to get back inside the warmth of his cozy rectory rooms. "The Lord is my Shepherd," he'd intoned, through chattering teeth. "I shall not want. . . ."

His words had brought little comfort to the grief-stricken on such a cold and bitter day. They'd given me pause, though, as I'd considered the various views humanity has held on the subject of death and its possible, but unlikely (it seems to me) survival. Some believe God's in charge; others are convinced fate determines our lives. Still others say that existence is just a meaningless accident.

I haven't decided if any of these assertions is true, but, let me tell you, there didn't seem much purpose or meaning for Danny inside that coffin.

"Carpe diem," Curt had opined. That was the message he'd taken from his cousin's demise. "Seize the day. Live for the moment."

That had made as much sense to me as any of the other themes that people had suggested to explain the significance of Danny's untimely passing. "Life is short," I'd replied, offering my own cliché.

We hadn't spoken for five years, Curt and me, which is maybe why we had to start with hackneyed expressions instead of words from the heart. We'd been estranged, and we found our sudden togetherness awkward, even painful.

I'd stopped speaking to Curt when he'd told me he was a female trapped inside a male's body. He'd said he was going to change his sex. "Instead of a kid brother, you'll have a little sister," he'd told me, as if he'd expected me to be pleased. He'd told me he'd already started hormone therapy and planned to undergo breast-augmentation surgery.

"Are they going to cut them off?" I'd asked, meaning his cock and balls, of course.

"I haven't made up my mind about that yet," he'd admitted. "What do you think, brother Beau?"

"You're crazier than shit," I'd told him.

We hadn't spoken a word since--until now, at cousin Danny's funeral.

Our reconciliation, our mother said, was the real significance of Danny's death. According to her, he'd died that we might patch things up before it was too late for us to resolve our estrangement. Her interpretation of the meaning of Danny's death was bizarre, no doubt, but it didn't seem any stranger than some of the other pontifications those in attendance at his send-off had voiced.

After we'd shared clichés, I asked, "So, did you cut them off?"

Curt shook his head. "I decided to keep them."

"I thought you wanted to be a chick."

"I am," he said. "I'm a chick with a dick."

He'd cut his hair short and slicked it back, wearing a man's suit, he said, out of respect for the dearly departed and his family. Normally, he wore skirts, blouses, and high heels. He wore makeup, too, and carried a purse, he assured me.

"That's too much information," I told him.

The dutiful son, I'd honored Mom's request and to drive him to the airport after the funeral. We shook hands. His nails, I noticed, were long, but, as a concession to the dead, he'd rounded off their tips.

"Nice seeing you, Beau," he told me.

"So long, Curt."

"It's Kirsten now," he corrected me.

"Whatever." I started to leave.

"My flight doesn't take off for another couple of hours," Curt--or Kirsten--told me. He asked me to keep him company in the airport lounge.

"You buying?"

He chuckled, as if to say, You may be older, but you're just as cheap as ever. "Sure, the drinks are on me."

After considering his request, I shrugged. Why not? If I were lucky, after this afternoon, I wouldn't see the bastard for another five years, maybe longer. There was no harm in letting him buy me a drink or two. "Okay."

Kurt had a card that admitted him to the airport's executive lounge, which, semi-private, was luxuriously appointed and featured waitresses. One had to be a frequent flyer to gain the privilege of enjoying the lounge and its many amenities.

"You're a frequent flyer?" I asked, after our drinks had been served.

We sat in overstuffed, leather-upholstered armchairs that faced each other over a low brass table with a glass top.

Curt smiled. "I'm an ad executive," he told me. "Flying comes with the territory." Just in the past six months, he said, he'd been to London, Bonn, Bangkok, New York, Atlanta, and San Francisco.

"You must have enjoyed San Franfreako," I suggested, using the nickname of the city of fags that radio talk show host Michael Savage often employed.

Unperturbed by my comment, Curt agreed. "I did," he said, "and Bangkok was nice, too. There are more transsexuals--or ladyboys, as they're known there--in Thailand than anywhere else on the planet."

"Must have been nice to have been among your own kind for a while, huh?"

I meant the comment as a jibe, but Curt's smile widened. "It was wonderful." He looked at me. His eyes glimmered. "What about you, brother Beau? What have you been up to since you started to hate me?"

My life wasn't anything nearly as glamorous as Curt's sounded. "Expanding my haberdashery."

"Maybe you should add a line of fashionable items for the well-dressed tranny," he suggested.

"I am," I countered, "when hell freezes over."

"You used to be more open-minded."

"Yeah, right."

"Remember what we used to do on cold winter's nights?"

I hadn't thought of the activities to which Curt referred in years, and I didn't appreciate his bringing them up now. I recalled them well enough, though. I'm only a couple of years older than Curt, but I've always been bigger, stronger, and more masculine. I'm also more aggressive and more assertive. Curt, who's shorter than I am by a full head-length, has always been of a slender, rather girlish build, and he's both rather effeminate and a lot more passive and submissive than I am, too.

"I'm the sister you've always wanted," he used to joke with me when I'd criticize his feminine demeanor. "I never wanted a sister," I'd tell him. Nevertheless, a few times, we had masturbated. First, we'd kept our hands to ourselves, content to jerk off while we watched one another perform the same action on himself. Later, we jerked one another off. At the time, it had been fun. It had been enjoyable. We'd felt some guilt and fear, but, most of all, we--or I, at least--had felt a strong, curious fascination and sense of intrigue that added to the physical--all right, the sexual--pleasure of our forbidden intimacy.

Our tender moments together ended, though, when, after one especially intense occasion, as we lay side by side in my bed, semen on our chests, bellies, and pubes, Curt had suggested that, next time, I lay my cock along the cleavage of his ass and hump his buttocks. I gave him a disgusted look--although, to be honest, I hadn't felt disgusted--and said, "No way." I wouldn't have to put it in, he'd clarified his suggestion. "I'm no faggot," I'd told him, repeating my expression of repulsion. He'd giggled. "You could have fooled me, brother Beau," he'd replied.

Now, in answer to his question as to whether I remembered these incidents, I said, "That was a long time ago. A lifetime ago."

His voice conspiratorially low, Curt confided, "I'd wanted you to do more than just lay your cock alongside the cleavage of my ass. I'd wanted you to fuck me with your beautiful, thick, hard prick."

I set my glass down on the coffee table that separated us and rose. "I'm out of here," I announced.

"Don't go, Beau!"

"Times have changed. I like women, not men."

"Okay, okay. I get the message. I won't talk anymore about what happened when we were kids."

I hesitated. I should leave, I thought. There was no reason to stay. Curt and I had nothing in common anymore, if we ever truly had.

"Please stay, Beau," he pleaded, desperation in his voice and tears in his eyes. "I've missed you."

"If you say anything else about--"

"I won't, I promise."

I decided to stay. I'm not sure why. Maybe I felt sorry for him. Maybe, in retrospect, despite my machismo, I felt--I don't know--something more. "You'd better not," I warned him. The little prick never had been able to hold his liquor, I thought. I resumed my seat, picked up my glass, and swallowed the remaining bourbon. "I'll have another," I told him.

He caught the waitress' eye and ordered another drink for both of us. Looking at me through his tears, he thanked me for staying.

"You'd better go easy on those drinks," I cautioned him. "They'll have to pour you into your seat."

He laughed, too loudly and too long. Either he was already getting inebriated or he was desperate to please me, to have me like him. Maybe he was both. Despite my horror at his having decided to become "a chick with a dick" as he'd described his ambiguous gender and hermaphroditic sexuality, I felt a stab of pity for the man or woman or whatever he was who'd once been my affectionate, good-humored kid brother. Maybe I'd resented his decision to change his sex--partway, at least--more because his having done so had caused me to lose my little brother rather than because the choice was, in itself, repulsive. After all, as brothers who'd shared a bedroom throughout our youth, we'd been close. Too close, in some ways, one might say. Besides, as Curt had observed, at one time, I had been more tolerant. He might have tits and a tranny fanny, he might wear makeup, and he might dress and act as a woman, but I might be the one who'd changed more over the years in other ways. I'd become intolerant, bigoted, and homophobic.

As we sipped our drinks, I decided I wasn't going to hate Curt anymore. Life was too short, as Danny's death had reminded me, and, deep down, I did love Curt. I'd never actually stopped loving him. He was my brother. I resolved, further, to accept his definition of himself. If he identified himself as a woman, or a transsexual, or a "chick with a dick," I'd accept him as such as well.

From now on, I'd call him Kristen and try, at least, to think of my brother as my sister. Maybe, when we said goodbye, I'd even hug him instead of shaking his hand. But I'd draw the line at kissing. Over our next round of drinks, I told Curt--that is, Kirsten--as much, and, of course, he--or she--cried a flood. It was embarrassing as hell, but I hoped anyone who saw the spectacle would attribute his tears to a liquor-inspired crying jag. I guess, if I were she, I might have a lot of crying to do, too. No doubt, she'd needed a good cry for five years now, maybe longer.

"Quit," I pleaded. "People are staring."

"I can't help it," she said. "It's as if I were dead and now I've been reborn, as if I were in purgatory and now I'm in heaven. These are tears of joy."

"You're happy, so you're bawling?"

Sniffing, she nodded through her tears.

Women! I thought. Who could figure them?

By the time Kirsten's flight was scheduled to depart, we hadn't kissed, but we'd made up. It was good to have my sibling back, even if she was a sister now, instead of a brother, as before. I told her as much.

She sniffled, still bleary-, if not teary-, eyed. "No sooner do we reconcile than we have to go our separate ways again." She hugged me close, and I felt her breasts through her shirt, vest, and jacket--she'd unbuttoned her overcoat--and my own. Even muffled by the heavy layers of clothing, I could feel their buoyant, firm-soft density. They felt as wonderfully womanly as any I'd ever felt pressed against my chest before, and I was startled to find that my penis twitched, swelling slightly. Down, Boy! I chastised the unruly organ. After all, Kirsten was my sister. Then, something caught my eye, and I grinned at her as I asked, "Isn't your flight number 18?"

She nodded.

"It looks as if we may be seeing more of each other, after all."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

I read the notice on the airport monitor that continually updated posted arrival and departure times. Next to Flight Number 18, the word "Cancelled" had appeared. "It's been cancelled," I informed her, showing her the notice.

"Damn! This means I have to inconvenience you some more. Would you mind driving me to a motel?"

"Yes."

She looked disappointed, but not angry. Resignation in her voice, she said, "Fine. I'll take a cab."

"No, you won't," I told her. "You're staying at my house."

Kirsten smiled. "I love it when you're assertive, big brother."

The snow, which had been falling hard for the two hours that we'd spent tucked away in the cozy, warm comfort of the airport's executive lounge sipping mixed drinks while I'd come to terms with my sister's decision to become--well, my sister--was sticking fast. Already, the pavement, like the countryside, was covered in a dazzling blanket of white, and the snow was starting to drift, forming small, shifting dunes. Trees branches were encased in ice, and there was a fresh, wonderful, and exciting spirit of newness in the frosty air that I found exhilarating. I wondered how much of people's moods and dispositions are informed, if not controlled, by the weather. If the full moon could bring out the beast in a man, why couldn't the weather also affect him for good or ill?

My house was in Lakewood, a gated master community of townhouses and single-family homes north of town. A spacious place with three bedrooms and a study in addition to the kitchen, dining room, living room, library, and laundry room, there was more than enough room for Kirsten and me. There was too much room for just me, by myself, but after my wife, Mona, passed away, I just couldn't bear to sell it, so I lived here alone, a relatively young widower rattling around in a house too large by two thirds.

After parking the car, I showed Kirsten the house.

"It's beautiful," she said. "There must be a lot of money in haberdasheries these days."

I shrugged. "I own a few now, not just the one I started with."

"My, you have been busy, haven't you, brother Beau?"

She'd taken off her overcoat, jacket, vest, and tie. Her breasts were more visible through the silk shirt she wore. Through her suit's tight, tailored trousers, I could also see that she had a feminine fanny, full and round, but firm and tight. "Not as busy as you," I observed, eliciting a smile from my little sister.

"Where will I be sleeping?" Kirsten asked.

"Unfortunately, two of the bedrooms are being renovated, so just the master bedroom's available. Fortunately, there are twin beds."

"Or unfortunately," she quipped, grinning. Then, following a quizzical look, she asked, "Twin beds?"

No doubt she thought it odd that a married couple had had twin beds, as if they were Rob and Laura Petrie on The Dick Van Dyke Show or Lucy and Ricky Ricardo on I Love Lucy. "During her last year or so, things were bad for Mona. She was in a lot of pain, and sleeping in the same bed was uncomfortable for her. We decided to buy twins."

Kirsten looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Beau."

"She's at peace now."

"You have a beautiful home," Kirsten told me, "and a beautiful heart."

"Not so beautiful, the latter," he disagreed. "Look at how I talked to you. Look at how I've treated you."

"My transgender status was a shock to you. I understand."

"Other people handle shock a lot better than I did."

"And some handle it a lot worse, too." Kirsten told me of the beatings that some transsexuals, both male-to-female and female-to-male, receive at the hands of homophobic bastards. "I've had a black eye or two myself, and a split lip once."

Beau's eyes narrowed as he scowled. It was obvious that he didn't like to hear that his little sister had been beaten by some Neanderthal pinhead.

"A few have been killed." Briefly, she recited the story of Teena Brandon, who was murdered by the young men who'd raped her after discovering she wasn't the male they'd assumed she was. "She bled so much that her once-white socks were pink from the diluted blood they soaked up from the floor where her body lay after she'd been beaten, knifed, and shot to death."

"I'm sorry for the things I said to you, Kirsten," I said. "I'm sorry for the way I've treated you."

"I've said some nasty things to you, too, brother Beau."

"In self-defense, maybe."

She smiled as, stepping close to me, she hugged me. Once again, I felt the fullness of her soft-firm breasts against my chest, and my cock, which has a mind of its own, stirred, twitching. I hugged her back, and, I had to admit, she felt good in my arms, small and soft and feminine. I gladly accepted my brother as my sister. "I love you, brother Beau," she whispered.

"I love you, too," I replied.

After holding one another for a long moment, during which my penis continued to swell, stiffening slightly, we withdrew from one another's embrace, and I said, "We haven't eaten. Would you like to go out for dinner or have something here?"

"I'm not hungry, myself."

"Me, neither, but I thought you might be."

"I'd rather spend time talking to you."

"We have a lot of catching up to do," I agreed.

After showing Kirsten to the bedroom we'd share for the night so she could stow her suitcase, I returned to the living room. I took off my jacket, tie, and shirt. Bare-chested, I felt better, although I wished I could remove the rest of my tuxedo, as, normally, I prefer to be naked at home. However, with my sister as my houseguest, going shirtless was about as naked as I'd be able to get.

I heard a playful wolf's whistle. Kirsten had returned to the living room. She openly admired my chiseled pecs and the tightness of my firm, six-pack abs. "Men like you shouldn't wear shirts," she quipped, "or anything else, really."

Ignoring her remark, I offered her something to drink, bringing her an iced tea. I chose a soda. As we sipped our respective drinks, we reminisced. We'd had a lot of good times, and it was after three o'clock when I suggested it was time for bed.

Kirsten yawned. "I'm not sleepy," she protested.

"You're yawning to catch flies?"

"I'm tired, but I'm not sleepy."

I understood her meaning. Sometimes, I get tired but can't sleep, either, usually when my sleep cycle has been disturbed, as hers had, by jet lag, or when I'm especially keyed up. "Okay. What should we talk about next?"




My Brother, My Sister Ch. 01



I wrote this story originally under the title "Be Careful In the Park" about an older crossdresser who meets a street gang in a park and gets more than she bargained for. There was no incest in the original version. I like this version better as it includes all my peccadillos: incest, crossdressing, nylon fetish, and forced sex. A warning to those who find those subjects not to their taste. 

My God! I was going to get raped by the members of a local street gang of which my brother Tom was a member. I could just make him out in the dim light from the moon. He was not aware of who I was, and that's understandable given the way I was dressed and behaving. I suppose I had better give you the background so that this story makes sense. 

I am a 20-year-old crossdresser. I have been dressing as a woman for five years without my family knowing. There is certainly no way I was going to tell my now 18-year-old brother Tom what I did for kicks. He had grown up rough, and unlike me, who enjoyed a serene, some would say sissy lifestyle, Tom couldn't wait to join a street gang. While I locked myself in my room trying on makeup and sexy women's clothes, my younger brother was playing football, sneaking beers, and committing petty crimes with his pals. 

I had been sneaking out of the house dressed as woman for about 3 months now, and I always headed to the local park where I was guaranteed of picking up some rough trade; usually older men who would take me in the toilets for a quick blowjob or a quick fuck against the cubicle wall.

Tonight I had walked down to the local park and was sitting in my favourite dark corner, looking for punters who occasionally cruised the park looking for action. I was certainly dressed for action; red Lycra miniskirt, blue and black sequined top, sheer black nylon stockings, sheer red nylon panties, garter belt and black 'fuck me' high heels. I had put on my trademark 'slutty make-up' and my favourite blonde wig. I looked nothing like my male self, and was confident that I would not be recognised by anyone who knew me casually. I was having a chat with an older man I'd met before, the memories of an earlier visit we had made to the toilet block quite turning me on and hoping we were going to get it on. 

Then I saw them, a street gang I had never seen around my 'patch' before, but I instantly recognised Tom amongst them. There were six of them and they were all young, fit and no doubt full of the beer they'd obviously been drinking that evening. But I hadn't come out looking for trouble that evening, that wasn't my scene at all, even so I knew I only had myself to blame for the fix I was in. I deliberately hung around this park because I knew Tom's gang never came here and now my luck had run out.

Unfortunately the street gang now entered the park and my 'older friend' just turned and ran. The gang swaggered towards me. I knew I had a few options: identify myself to Tom and live in ridicule for the rest of my life, or chill out and hope they passed and left me alone. Possibly stupidly I lit a cigarette to still my nerves as they approached and instead of passing, the gang veered over to my seat, a voice asking, 

"Can you spare a couple of cigs?" 

These boys all appeared to be in their teens or early twenties and I knew from talking to Tom that they had a reputation for trouble. As I said, obviously they'd had more than a couple of beers apiece but they did not appear to be over the top pissed. Maybe they would take my smokes and move on. As they came closer I prayed they, and particularly Tom, would not recognise me in the dim light.

One was jet black; he looked the oldest, wearing white rugby style shorts and a black T. The youngest looking was also coloured, more a coffee colour, in his case wearing denim shorts and a polo shirt. The others were white but standing more in the shadow so I couldn't make them out so clearly at that time, but I knew one had to be Tom. I handed over a couple of cigarettes saying I couldn't spare any more and was told. 

"No problem." 

They stood around to light them and the thought had just crossed my mind that I wouldn't mind meeting one or two of them at a time down here if only they weren't Tom's friends. Then the oldest asked, out of the blue, 

"Do you suck cock u dirty Tranny?" I was taken aback, but it was obvious they recognised me for what I was, a crossdresser or transvestite if you like, and without really thinking I replied, 

"It has been known." 

There must have been some sort of pre-arrangement between them because the leader pushed a younger coloured boy toward me laughing and saying, 

"Well let's see you then. My friend here has been sporting a hard on all night and he says he will even stick it in a slutty looking tranny like you to get relief." 

The young man pushed me to gently my knees, I knew resistance would be futile, my face was just level with his denim shorts, the front of which he was massaging slowly. Judging by the bulge in his shorts I hadn't heard a lie, he had been sporting a hard on all night. As he was pushed even closer he asked, 

"Are you sure you don't mind honey?" and turned and laughed to his pals. 

Normally I wouldn't mind at all! It was what I'd come down here for, even though I'd not expected an audience. The other males would be no problem if they wanted to watch; it would just turn me on more. In reply I just licked my lipstick lips nervously.

That was all the encouragement he required and pulling down the zip on his shorts, he pulled out a nice looking weapon, already more than half hard. It was a nice size and shape, cut, about six inches long and the girth was in proportion, nicely coloured to match his skin tone. 

He used his hand to move his cock tentatively to my red painted lips where his courage failed and I could see it just start to wilt. My instincts took over and I moved my head forward and grasped an inch or so between my lips, using my tongue to wash round the end. He gasped and he immediately became fully hard, his animal desire taking over as he moved forward, plunging the whole six inches down my throat without warning. 

I managed to hold tight as he placed his hands on my head and started rocking back and forth. He must have been playing with it, or talking about it, most of the night as I was only just getting used to it when he pulled out, yelling "I'm cumming," and proceeded to jack off rapidly, shooting over my face, the semen running down on to my blouse. That seemed to decide it for the rest as they all moved forward and one of the white boys dropped his shorts to display a fully hard, slightly larger cut cock, which he poked out at my face.

I was hoping now that maybe all they would do was demand a blowjob each and go on their way. In the dark corner of the park maybe I could get away with that and then make some sort of excuse when Tom came to take his turn. As much as I loved sucking cock there was no way I was going to fellate my own brother.

Normally I do love a cut cock and would need no further bidding to wrap my lips around the cock in front of me and work it, but now I was scared. They were drunk, horny, and trouble. This seemed to settle it for them and I became aware the other lads all had their cocks out, rubbing them excitedly. An older coloured boy made his way forward and pointed his groin at my face. 

"How about this then? You fucking tranny slut," he asked. 

This when I realised I was in serious trouble. I gasped, 

"My God! No!" 

His cock was huge, it had to be a least eight inches long and possibly two inches across. 

"I can't take that," I gasped.

"Well your going to," he growled. 

Without further ado the lads pulled me up and hustled me over to the children's roundabout in the play area. That was all the leader said to me directly for some time, giving others instructions as to what they should do to me, how to place me, how to hold me. The roundabout was one of the old style, solid wood planks, well worn, with a small running board and four metal handles crossing over the top. It was located in an area of the park where the streetlights had been broken and whilst it gave them the privacy they wanted to go about their ravaging of me, I dismally hoped it would assist my disguise and help keep my true identity from Tom and his friends.

Under their leader's instructions they soon had me spread out on my back between two of the roundabout handles, they pulled my panties to one side and exposed my puckered ass, my sheer stockinged legs where spread wide and my high heeled feet where lifted high in the air. The white boy who'd just fucked my face knelt behind me holding my head up and cushioning it somewhat from the bars. Some of the lads had stripped off their pants by now and it was obvious that they weren't going to leave me alone until they had all had their way with me. I tried to look around to see where Tom was, I just hoped he wouldn't join in,

One of the boys climbed on the roundabout and knelt with his cock pointing at my face. He was quite dark, only about eighteen but already with a hairy manly chest. He just knelt there masturbating for a while and then I felt a pair of hands start to feel my arse, first gently and then with more vigour. One, then two fingers inserting themselves up my passage. I couldn't see who it was but I prayed it wasn't Tom. As my arse muscles started to spasm as the fingers withdrew and a voice said "Now!" and I heard and felt someone spit on my ass-bud. 

"Natural lubricant," a sleazy voice laughed. I recognised the feeling of what entered me next, a medium sized cock was pushed deep inside me, and it wasted no time, but started to attack me straight away. In, out, in, out. He was reaching my prostate without any problem. Even though I was being raped, I was going to cum soon if not very careful. I managed to mumble something along those lines in between loosing my breath each time I gasped he rammed his cock in and out of me. I just hoped it wasn't Tom, 'please god don't let it be my brother fucking me,' I prayed, even though I was now thoroughly enjoying the fucking I was receiving.

"Oh God, I'm going to come," I uttered, as the intense fucking I was receiving took me over the top.

"That's OK. So am I," laughed the lad kneeling over my face as he sped up the speed of his wrist and with a series of soft yells shot over my painted face and lipstick lips. 

All this time the attack on my arse had continued. I heard, 

"I'm cumming. God I'm cumming. Here we go!" 

I was thankful the voice I heard was not Tom's, but the attack intensified and with half a dozen sharp thrusts as I felt the cock in my arse shoot inside me. The boy that was raping my arse shuddered a couple of times and pulled out. Lying there catching my breath I was hardly aware as the lads changed places. 

Now my head was being clenched more tightly, one lad was standing each side of me holding my now laddered, stocking clad legs back in position and a new weapon was rubbing against my panties that had slid back, and now covered the entrance to my arse. I looked up to see the leader with his huge cock in his hand pointed at my arse, from which his mate's semen was leaking and staining the crotch of my panties. I started to struggle, 

"No, I can't," I said.

"Yes you will, your arse is well and truly lubricated now" he snarled. 

I struggled but someone grabbed my high-heeled feet and pulled my legs high over my head exposing my come-soaked panty-clad arse. The lad kneeling at my arse pulled the soaked, slinky fabric to one side and positioned his manhood at the puckered flower. Amazingly, the usual flush of expectation of a good fucking flowed over me and I felt myself relax against my own will. I know what I'd said, but there was no way I could take him. He had to be a ten inches and at least three inches across. A solid black ebony shaft. As his cock demanded access to my hole it seemed to glisten and gleam in the moonlight. 

"Right?" was all he said. 

"No!" I managed to reply. 

It didn't matter. Whatever I said, it didn't matter. He was going to fuck me. He was going to rape me. No one was going to do a thing about it, including my brother who was oblivious to my fate. The other lads that were holding me in position were getting excited now. I could see hands moving, two bodies kneeled beside me, hard cocks were being readied for an assault on my body, but they were all watching the weapon that probed my entrance. He was slow; at least I'll give him that. 

He stopped for a moment as soon as he forced it into my entrance, but only to allow me another gasp before starting again on a slow but inexorable voyage of discovery inside me. It never seemed to stop, a little push, stop, pull back, and push again. Each time a greater violation. He punched past my prostate almost without my being aware and still the exploration continued. Deeper than I'd ever been violated before. If I'd not been so excited and scared at the same time, and held so tightly, there wasn't any way I could have withstood the punishment. 

I could hear myself letting out little yelps and groans whenever I had the breath, which wasn't very often. Each time I gasped in order to keep breathing, he forced his cock in again before I had time to fill my lungs. It felt as if that monster penis of his was splitting me apart. It wasn't a cock, it was a weapon he was using on me! It stopped. I managed to take a clean breath, open my eyes and look up. The leader was looking down on me his face covered in sweat from his exsertion in my arse.

"I've never had it in a tranny's arse before. You are one tight bitch!" he laughed.

I was in pain, but such glorious pain. I'd never been so thoroughly possessed before. I knew he was raping me. No way could it be called regular sex. He might damage me but deep inside was a feeling that I wanted more. I just had to have more. 

"Get on with it," was all I replied. 

With an even bigger grin he pulled back slowly, and that was all my body needed to move on to a higher plane of sexual ecstasy. I must have been a quite a sight, my skirt rucked up, sheer nylons laddered, legs held spread, panties pushed to one side of my open arse that was impaled by a huge black cock. 

The two lads who were holding my legs with one hand and their hard cocks with the other decided it was time to get in on the action. One crammed his engorged penis past my lipstick lips and into my mouth, the other was busy stroking his cock and alternately rubbing it on my cheek and in my hair. Someone grabbed hold of my cock and was squeezing it hard each time the unknown assailant rammed his cock in me. 'Not my brother Tom, please,' I hoped.

That seemed to be a general signal for the other lads and I felt other hands moving over my body, rubbing cocks on my stocking legs, wanking over my face, and then my hands were grabbed and wrapped around two more throbbing penises. Was everyone going to use me tonight? Which cock belonged to my brother? I was aware of the weapon up my arse as it started to swell and judder, and as it started to shoot I felt the cock in my mouth explode and come filled my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. 

The two cocks that I had been forced to wank also ejected their loads, I felt the sticky come saturate my hands. The other lad rubbing his cock on my face shot a stream of come over my eyes, adding to the come already there expelled from the first boy who used me. My mascara was running down my face in a stream of hot semen. The lad who was dry humping my sheer stocking leg groaned at this sight and I felt his cock pulse against my stocking thigh and I then the warm wet feel of come through my laddered nylon encased calf. Finally the young black man that was raping my arse stopped; he withdrew his flaccid penis and looked over his shoulder, smiled an evil smile, and said, 

"Here, you can have what's left of this bitch now." I looked up in horror realised it was my brother Tom he was talking to.

"No, no more please, I can't take it," I whimpered in attempt to put him off .

What could I do, If I exposed my real identity there was a good chance the gang would beat me up and Tom would know my secret and tell everyone. I decided to meekly accept whatever my brother decided to do to me, and hope he didn't notice who I was under the smeared makeup and ripped women's clothes. 

My brother Tom took his place and lay on top of me. 

He didn't seem to care that my face was covered in come and that I was leaking sticky white semen from my arse. He leaned down and kissed my smudged lipstick lips. I felt his cock stiffen as he pressed against the nylon panties covering my penis. The lads holding my legs, having achieved their orgasms and having no further use for this 'tranny slut', had let go of my legs and were stuffing their sticky cocks back into their shorts as they dressed. 

Tom reached down and placed his turgid penis against the bulge of my soft cock encased in my nylon panties, oblivious that his was older brother underneath him. He was humping it against my panty cock, obviously too aroused and too inexperienced to try to enter me, he had decided to come quickly against me. I thanked god that it looked like he was not going to fuck me or make me suck him. I had guessed that Tom was still a virgin, and his inexperience and excitement meant he wanted to quickly release his seed and move on.

I realised he was the last in the long procession of rapists that were using my body for their own pleasure, taking what they wanted by force, even though I would have given it gladly one at a time in if my brother wasn't there. I decided that I could take no more, I was now fully aroused by my brother's thrusting penis, even though I had been raped in every orifice, was covered in come, my make-up smeared, my nylons ruined, my clothes ripped. I decided to help Tom achieve his orgasm as quickly as possible before he changed his mind and wanted to fuck me properly or worse still he recognised me in the dim light.

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around my brother's back as he dry humped me through my panties. I pushed up and met his thrusts as his cock pressed against mine through the sheer nylon of my panties. I lifted my head, covered in come and smeared make-up and pushed my lipstick smudged, recently raped mouth against his. I rammed my tongue down his throat and started to dry fuck him earnestly. 

Tom's inexperience was obvious and my brother started to squeal as his cock spasmed against mine, drenching my panties, soaking through to my now throbbing penis, which erupted in unison. I gripped my brother in my embrace tighter as our cocks continued to jet come against each other. Finally Tom lay still, and then pushed himself off me and joined the circle of rapists standing around me. 

They were all laughing and looking down at me. There I was, my skirt hiked up, my penis slowly deflating, covered in semen, my clothes ruined. I was well and truly raped by the gang, which had included my brother. The leader of the street gang, the one who had raped my arse with his enormous cock, spoke. 

"Come around here again you fag tranny bitch you're going to get the same!" 

He turned his back to me and started walking away with the rest of his gang slowly following laughing and jeering amongst themselves. Tom, my brother the rapist, who had used me last, suddenly broke away from the gang and ran back to me. 

'What now', I thought. My younger brother knelt beside me, lifted my head and gave me a soft passionate kiss. He whispered in my ear, 

"Thanks most exciting experience of my life Sis," he whispered. 

I lay there and couldn't believe what I had heard. He knew who I was! He called me 'Sis'!

"Well I guess you are now my older sister now, instead of my older brother; tomorrow you can you can show me what a blow jobs feels like, either that or I can just tell Mom and Dad about your secret. See ya' later Sis," he laughed.




My Brother, My Sister Ch. 01



His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends laughing out loud.

To be continued...



My Brother, My Sister Ch. 02



I wrote this story originally under the title “Be Careful In the Park” about an older crossdresser who meets a street gang in a park and gets more than she bargained for. There was no incest in the original version.  I like this version better as it includes all my peccadillos: incest, crossdressing, nylon fetish, and forced sex. A warning to those who find those subjects not to their taste. This is Part II.

He turned his back to me and started walking away with the rest of his gang slowly following laughing and jeering amongst themselves. Tom, my brother the rapist, who had used me last, suddenly broke away from the gang and ran back to me. 

‘What now’, I thought. My younger brother knelt beside me, lifted my head and gave me a soft passionate kiss. He whispered in my ear, 

“Thanks most exciting experience of my life Sis,” he whispered. 

I lay there and couldn’t believe what I had heard. He knew who I was! He called me ‘Sis’!

“Well I guess you are now my older sister now, instead of my older brother; tomorrow you can you can show me what a blow jobs feels like, either that or I can just tell Mom and Dad about your secret. See ya’ later Sis,” he laughed.

His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends laughing out loud.

As I lay there used and abused I wondered what my future held now that Tom knew my secret. I picked myself up and staggered home, limping to the bathroom to remove my female garb, my underwear tattered torn and come soaked. I ran a shower to remove my smeared makeup and the dirt and come from my body. I checked myself for bruising and cuts and found that I had not come out to worse for wear.

I grabbed my clothes and retired to my bedroom where I sorted through them, discarding the ripped and stained intimate items and locking away my skirt, top, and salvageable underwear to be washed later (when no one was home of course).

I lay on the bed smoking, reliving the events of the night. If hadn’t been for my Brother being there I wouldn’t really have minded what happened to me. In fact, as I thought about how I had been used by the gang, incredulously, I began to get an erection. It quickly deflated as I wondered what Tom was going to do with his new found knowledge.

Would he tell my parents, my friends, and our neighbours; or would he torture me with guilt? I drifted off thinking of scenarios where my Brother blackmailed and tortured me now that he knew I was a crossdresser.

The next day was Saturday and I stayed in bed late. My parents left early for a weekend away on holiday at the coast. I was dreading seeing Tom again after what had happened last night. I kept running scenarios through my mind, what would Tom do next? I did not have to wait long.

“Morning Sis,” Tom said cheerfully as he barged into my room.

“Well! I knew you were a bit of poof but I never suspected you liked to dress up as a woman, and quite a sexy little tart you are if I do say so,” he laughed.

“Don’t please Tom,” I begged.

“Please don’t tease me this way. You know about my secret life and that’s bad enough, but don’t treat me like shit; I am your elder brother after all,” I implored.

“Oh no you are not! You are now my elder sister; that’s how we’re going to play it from now on! And you are going to be a very obedient older sister or your secret is out and you might as well move to the moon because no one will want to know you here,” he said. “Oh my God, no, please Tom, don’t do this,” I begged.

But he was not listening. He began rummaging through my wardrobe.

“So where do you keep your girly gear then Sis?” he laughed pulling my clothes all over the place.

“If you mean the clothes that I wear when I am Michele, then they are in behind the back of the wardrobe, there’s a false back.”

“You sneaky little trollop,” he laughed again as he pulled the false back away from the wardrobe and examined my feminine clothes hung there in the small space I had built there. Three pair of high heels were arranged on the floor and a small chest of drawers held my lingerie, makeup, and jewellery. A blonde and brunette wig sat side by side on wig-stands, on top.

“Well get up Sis, Michele is it? Get up, get dressed, and cook my fucking breakfast then,” ordered Tom.

I got out of bed and figured, ‘Here we go, I’m going to have to do whatever he wants while he holds my secret life as a blackmail tool.’ I reached for my jeans and a T-shirt that were thrown over the back of a chair.

“No, no, no Sis!” he bellowed.

“I want you dressed like you were last night, as a girl, you are going to be my slave sister all weekend, and then, if you treat me nice, maybe I’ll consider whether to tell Mom and Dad about your peccadillo for ladies clothing,” he laughed.

“These should be nice,” he said and threw a black miniskirt and white satin blouse at me from off a coat hanger. 

“And I like these too,” he smiled as he tossed me a pair of white full brief nylon panties, garter belt, and matching bra that he had pulled from a drawer. He rummaged further.

“And you have to wear these,” he smirked holding out a pair of sheer, fully-fashioned, taupe, nylon stockings.

“I just love girls in stockings,” he smirked.

“That brown hair and those black shoes you had on last night should do the trick,” he said.

“If you mean the brunette bob and the black high heel sandals, you are showing some taste for a blackmailing son of bitch!” I countered.

“Now, now Sis, lets not start the day on a bad note. Just get fucking showered, dressed and put on plenty of makeup so you can look pretty for your brother. And cut the shit, or I might get angry,” Tom growled walking out the door.

“See you downstairs in the kitchen in about half an hour shall I? I’ll give you my breakfast order then!” was Tom’s parting shot as he went out of my bedroom.

What the fuck could I do? I decided to comply and see where things would go from here. I dragged myself off to the shower to prepare for my day’s torture at the hands of my younger brother…………..

Three quarters of an hour later I opened the kitchen door and sidled in. Tom was sitting at the kitchen table dressed in his boxers and a t-shirt.

“Fuck me Sis!” Tom exclaimed. “You are one fucking sexy bitch!”

I stood there in my black mini, the skirt finishing about eight inches above my knees, just covering the dark welt of stocking top on the sheer taupe stockings clinging to my legs. The black back-seams of my stockings led perfectly straight down the back of my legs to the darker, fully fashioned reinforced heel and toes displayed by my shiny, black, high heeled sandals. A thin plain gold ankle bracelet glittered at my right ankle.

The white satin blouse was buttoned up to my neck, adorned by a matching gold necklace to match the ankle bracelet, bangles at my wrists and plain gold earings dangling from my ears. The brunette bob framed my heavily made up face. What wasn’t visible were the silky nylon full brief panties and matching garter belt and bra underneath. I looked like the sort of girl you might see standing on a street corner of a red light district.

“So, Michele is it Sis? Come over here Michele and lets get a good look at you,” Tom said, his eyes roaming all over me.

I walked over to him, the high heels and tight mini forcing me to sashay provocatively. I halted just in front of my younger brother, my head bowed. He stood up, reached out and lifted my chin; he looked into my heavily mascaraed eyes,

“My God, Sis. I didn’t realise how sexy you looked last night. If I didn’t know it was my older brother under that makeup and in those clothes I’d swear you were just some foxy tart I met in a pub.”

Bob reached out and pulled me to him, he kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I tried to pull back but he held me tight. I felt his cock harden in his shorts as he pushed against me. I tried to move side-on so his penis was not in contact with mine through our clothes. He started rubbing his erection against my leg, dry humping me, his brother.

“Please Tom,” I whimpered, “Don’t do this.”

He released me and pushed me back holding me at arms reach.

“Oh no Sis, don’t come on all coy now deary, you weren’t coy last night when you were sucking and fucking my mates now, were you Michele?” he said sarcastically.

“Anyway Sis, you are probably right about one thing, I don’t want to get you diverted from cooking my breakfast do I?” he chuckled.

“Plenty of time for that sort of fun after I’m fed. Now get going Sis, two eggs over easy; just like you were last night if I remember,” he chuckled at the joke made at my expense.

“Crisp bacon, toast and coffee please Sis. Chop chop, I’m hungry.”

I felt so humiliated, but I was relieved to be out of his reach. At least while I was cooking it gave me time to think about some way of getting out of this dilemma. 

I put bacon in a pan on the stove and retrieved eggs, milk, margarine, and coffee from the fridge. Then I made what was to be disastrous error of judgement.  Instead of kneeling down, ladylike, to get the coffeepot out of the bottom cupboard, I bent over at the waist and started muddling amongst the pots and pans in there searching for the coffeepot.

Tom was greeted with the view of my miniskirt stretched tight against my ass as I bent over. My skirt rode up to reveal the garters attached to the dark band at the top of my diaphanous stockings, the seams leading down to my high heels which were splayed slightly apart. A glimpse of sheer white nylon panty was just visible from under the hem of my skirt. Then I heard Tom groan and utter,

“Fuck breakfast! That view is just too much for me to take in and sit still!”

I heard his chair screech as he pushed it back and he made his way quickly over to me.

“Fuck Sis, I just have to have you,” he groaned and I felt his full weight behind me.

He pushed my upper body down so I was bent over the counter top and I felt him fumbling behind me, breathing hard and grunting. I tried to push myself up off the counter and I felt a sharp jab in my side as he punched me.

“Don’t fuck around Sis,” he snapped, “this can be easy or hard for you, but I’m taking what I want right now!”

I was winded and in pain and knew I was defeated. I stopped resisting and stood still, bent over the counter. My brother kicked my heels further apart and then I felt him move between my legs. He fumbled again, then in shock I felt his hard penis through my nylon panties pushing against my ass.

“Oh this is so good,” he sighed as I felt his hand back there behind me trying to manoeuvre his erection into position.

His cock slid against my stocking thigh and he slowly rubbed it there as he pulled my panties over to one side of ass cheeks to expose my puckered ass bud. Tom reached out and I saw his hand dip into an open tub of margarine sitting on the counter next to my head. 

‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘I know what the bastard is about to do.’ Then I felt him rub the cold slippery margarine between my buttocks. Tom eased himself back and placed his hands on my hips, gripping onto my garter belt under my skirt. Then I felt his cock at the entrance to my ass. He just eased forward in one long slow thrust.

“OOOhhhh!” I groaned as I felt his long thick shaft slide slowly into my ass, filling it, the head of his penis pushing up against my prostrate.

“OOOhhh!” my brother groaned as his greasy, slick, cock slid easily, deep into me and he felt my ass grip his penis like a velvet glove.

I felt my cock immediately stiffen inside my panties as he started to fuck me with long slow strokes. I couldn’t help but feel sexy all over as I accepted my brother’s invasion of my ass. The stimulation on all the sensitive nerves deep in there, the pressure on my prostate, and the magnificent feeling of being filled with cock, all combined to drive me into ecstasy. 

I pushed back to meet his slow easy thrusts and I felt him release one hand from my hip.

“Oh Sis,” he moaned, “this is so good, I can’t hold it in much longer.”

I knew what he meant, he was close to coming, and so was I. I pushed back harder as his long slow thrusts grew more intense, he was pushing his pelvis hard against my soft ass cheeks on the in stroke and pulling back so just the head of his cock was just inside my sphincter on the out stroke. I matched his rhythm and then I felt his free hand grip my hard cock through my panties. He didn’t wank it, he just squeezed my cock in time with his thrusts.

It was too much for me and I started to squirt hot semen, drenching my panties as he squeezed me harder. Tom grunted and pushed himself into me as far as he could, I was pushed hard against the kitchen counter as my brother’s throbbing cock exploded deep in my ass. I felt the head of his penis pulsate against my prostrate as he shot stream after stream of hot semen deep inside me. I continued to eject jets of come as his hand squeezed my penis harder through the silky nylon panties.

I moaned and squirmed my ass back against him to drain the last droplets of come from him. He groaned and collapsed against me, sated.

“OOOOOhhhhhh Sis, that was just so fucking good,” my brother whispered in my ear and kissed my earlobe.

To be continued



My Brother, My Sister Ch. 03



From Part II

It was too much for me and I started to squirt hot semen, drenching my panties as he squeezed me harder. Tom grunted and pushed himself into me as far as he could, I was pushed hard against the kitchen counter as my brother's throbbing cock exploded deep in my ass. I felt the head of his penis pulsate against my prostate as he shot stream after stream of hot semen deep inside me. I continued to eject jets of come as his hand squeezed my penis harder through my silky nylon panties.

I moaned and squirmed my ass back against him to drain the last droplets of come from him. He groaned and collapsed against me, sated.

"OOOOOhhhhhh Sis, that was just so fucking good," my brother whispered in my ear and kissed my earlobe.

Part III

Tom eased back and his long thick cock slid out of my ass; he slid my panties back into place, pulled my skirt back down, and patted my ass.

"Well done Sis," he laughed.

"I really need to empty the old ball sack, and your ass was just the place to do it. Now cook my fucking breakfast bitch!" he scolded; any form of tenderness gone from his voice.

I sheepishly turned back to my chores as I felt my brother's semen oozing from ass and mix with my own semen pooled in the crotch of my nylon panties as it start to cool off and congeal.

"Tom, can I please change my underwear?" I asked, using a pleading, subordinate tone.

"I don't think so Mike, I mean Michele. When you have served my breakfast we might go back upstairs to where you keep your girly clothes and pick out something more suitable for company; but for now you'll do fine as you are" Tom answered.

'Company, Oh my God, what is my brother thinking of getting up to next,' I thought to myself. 

I decided to shut up and get on with Tom's breakfast. As I laid the plate before him, Tom slid his hand up my sheer stockinged leg and stoked my thigh. I didn't move, I decided to let Tom have everything his way for now; after all he held all the aces.

Tom continued to play with my stocking tops as shovelled food into his mouth with his other hand. Then his hand slid up to my soaked panties.

"Oh fuck Sis, you're sopping wet. I must have come a torrent in your ass, and you're soaked in the front too," he laughed as his hand slid around and stroked my cock through the nylon panty.

"Well I'm glad that you liked that I gave you a 'reach around' but for fuck sake all that come in your knickers is disgusting!" Tom laughed evilly and then removed his hand and wiped it on the front of my black miniskirt.

"You fucking arsehole!" I yelled and made to slap his face.

Tom was too quick for me and grabbed my hand in mid air as he stood up and pushed me back hard. I tottered back on my high heels and fell flat on my ass on the kitchen floor, winded. I must of looked a sight, my legs spread, skirt rucked up to expose my stocking tops and soaked white nylon panties, and my thick makeup starting to run as I tried to hold back tears.

"You fucking well are a girl Mike!" Tom spat contemptuously.

"Now get your fucking faggot, girly ass into the shower and clean yourself up. And don't think this is over, I've just started having fun. When you've cleaned my 'man fat' from your ass and made up your slutty face for me again, I'll help you pick out the wardrobe for this afternoon's entertainment. Now fuck off and let me finish my breakfast you freak!" my Brother said, dismissing me from the room.

I skittered up onto my heels and slunk off to the shower. I had never felt so humiliated. Even the raping I had received from the street gang last night had some semblance of respect and tenderness. My Brother Tom was treating me like a two-dollar whore this morning!

I removed my come stained panties, garters, stockings and skirt then gathered up the soiled clothing from last night's 'adventures' and put them in the washer while I showered. I spent at least half an hour washing myself and gave myself a quick enema to clean out my brother's come from inside me. I vaguely heard the phone ringing and Tom answering during this period, but paid scant attention.

After three-quarters of an hour I retrieved my now clean clothes from the washer and placed them in the dryer. I felt refreshed enough to go to my room and get dressed. As I entered Tom was sitting on the bed surrounded by a selection of my girl clothes he had obviously taken from my secret hiding place at the back of the wardrobe. 

Tom had laid out my red Lycra miniskirt, a black sheer blouse, black nylon panties and matching bra, and a pair of my sheerest black seamed nylon stockings. On the floor were my high heeled, patent leather, open toe, sandals. My blonde wig was sitting on the dresser amongst the makeup scattered there from this morning.

"Get dressed, Sis," Tom ordered.

"And put on lots of that slutty makeup you wear, just like last night. And...fucking get a move on; we've got company coming."

"What are you on about Tom?" 

"Who have we got coming?" I sounded alarmed.

Tom grabbed me and threw me on the bed.

"Just do what you're told 'big Sister', unless of course you want our family and the whole neighbourhood to know about you perversion!" Tom yelled into my face. He stormed out the room and left me to dress.

I knew I had no choice but to comply as I plied on my makeup, making my self look like a cheap whore with heavily mascaraed eyes, ruby red lips, and rouged cheeks. I fitted the wig, slid into the bra and panty set, pulled my matching black garter belt over my panties and squeezed into the tight red mini. I eased the slinky nylon blouse over my shoulders and bent down to glide the diaphanous, black nylons up my legs and attached them to the garters. I buckled the high heels and bent down to straighten the seams of my stockings.

As I was I stood up and turned my back to the mirror to check my stocking seams were straight, the door had opened silently.

"My fucking oath Tom, she looks even better than last night, I can't wait to get my hands on her!" a voice I remembered from last night exclaimed.

I turned around and saw a jet-black youth that I identified as being the leader of the gang that had forced their way on me last night in the park.

"Well don't wait Tone," by Brother Tom, said matter of factly.

"Help yourself. Tony, this is my Sister Michele; Michele this is Tony. But what the fuck, you two met on a more than personal level last night didn't you. So, no need for formal introductions," he laughed.

"Go for it Tone!"

The black, heavily muscled youth sprang forward and wrapped me in his huge arms. He pulled me forward and I collapsed against him. He looked me in the eyes and then pulled my face towards his.

"Hello Michele," he whispered.

"Remember me?"

Just before his lips crushed mine I tried to scream.

"Nooooooooo!"

But his lips mashed against mine and my scream was stifled. Tony forced his tongue into my mouth and began to rape my mouth. He pulled me hard against him and I felt the growing bulge in his jeans as he kissed me. Tony's right hand released its grip from around me and went to my ass and began squeezing my cheeks through my skirt and panties. He rubbed first one cheek of my ass then the other as he continued to French kiss me.

I tried to struggle, but his grip was too tight and all I succeeded in doing was moving my lower body against him and arousing him further. His cock now felt like an iron bar against me. Tony's hand now reached under my skirt and started to caress my stockinged thighs. I was so breathless I thought I would pass out.

"Oh fuck yes, Michele," Tony whispered as his lips left mine briefly.

"God you are one sexy little girly-boy!"

He then proceeded to kiss me again and steadily force me back towards the bed. I had no control over the situation and as my legs came into contact with the end of my bed I fell backwards with Tony on top of me. He reached under my arms and dragged me up the bed so I was prone underneath him; all the time his lips were locked on mine. The only thing I could think to do was slam my legs shut in protest.

Tony broke the kiss and as I lay there panting he straddled me. He was sweating and breathing hard himself. He tore off his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt; he pushed his jeans down and lifted each leg to shed himself of the garment. He wore no underwear and I caught sight of his huge erect organ. It looked even bigger than the monster he had forced into me last night.

I prayed that this would end soon. Maybe Mom and Dad would come home, maybe Tom would take pity on me, maybe the world would end; what chance did I have?

Tony now lay on top of me, taking his weight on his elbows and began a series of passionate kisses. His hands roamed over my body, stroking and caressing. Eventually one hand reached under my skirt and began to stroke my thighs again. I felt him squirm on top of me and realised what he was doing. Tony was working his cock between my locked, stocking encased thighs. He started a slow steady rhythm as he dry humped my thighs, his cock trapped between them.

I felt him get further excited now and his kisses became even more passionate as his rock hard cock continued its steady fucking motion between my nyloned legs. I made a mistake. I opened my legs slightly to try and thwart his pleasure, and Tony immediately seized the opportunity. He dropped one leg between mine and forced them further apart. He pushed up with his hips and his iron hard cock came into contact with mine through the gauzy nylon of my panties. Tony immediately began dry fucking me through my panties, his hard member pressed against mine, only the thin translucent nylon between them.

I couldn't help myself. My cock began to harden and I started to push up to meet his thrusts. I responded to his kisses, driving my tongue deep into his mouth and mashing my lipsticked lips against his. The feeling of our cocks rubbing together with only the thin nylon panty between them was exquisite. Again I had gone from being the victim of a rape to willing participant, only because of my inability to control my arousal.

I was enjoying the dry fucking so much that I pushed my heels into the bed to force my crotch higher and harder to meet Tony's thrusts. I locked my arms around him and began to groan. I then felt the bed shift as a weight was added just near my head. I turned to the right and opened eyes and saw my brother's engorged member level with my face. I guess it was just instinct, but I opened my mouth and sucked the proffered appendage into my mouth, my lipstick leaving a red trail along the shaft as it slid over my lips.

I began to move my tongue around the throbbing head of Tom's cock, licking under the glands whilst keeping it trapped in my mouth, my lips clamped on the shaft. I heard my brother groan.

"Oh Sis, yeah sweets, that what I wanted."

Tony stopped thrusting against me and I writhed on the bed to indicate my disappointment, but he was only adjusting his position. He put his knees between mine and grabbed my silky, stockinged calves and lifted my legs up and locked them under his arms. I felt his cock prodding against the leg opening of my knickers and then felt it slide inside my panties and rest against my ass bud.

I was now getting exceptionally randy and began a steady long slow blowjob on my brother Tom. I kept his shaft clamped between my lips and moved my head up and down his shaft as my tongue continued to lash his tender glans. My own cock was rock hard and the tip had forced its way out of my panty waistband and was so sensitive, the friction of it rubbing on my skirt was painful. I reached down and pulled up my lycra skirt around my waist, fully exposing my panty clad ass and balls, my glans were now exposed and my cock was pushed flat against my stomach by the waistband on my panties against the shaft.

Tony started to push forward with his hips and his penis, lubricated by our 'cock-kissing' session, slid slowly into my ass. I relaxed my inner muscles and allowed him to enter me until his balls rested snugly against my ass cheeks. Tony then lifted my legs higher and placed my high-heeled feet over his shoulders, he was kissing my stocking legs, bending forward and moving his kisses up my legs as his cock started its outstroke.

I clenched my lower muscles tight and my ass gripped his cock as it started a steady in and out rhythm, on the in stroke his body rubbed against my cock adding to my pleasure. I was sucking Tom's cock to the same rhythm, his cock being swallowed deep into my throat as Tony's shaft pumped into my ass.

"Oh fuck Sis, this is just so good! Suck that cock honey!" my brother groaned.

"And take me deep inside you sugar," breathed Tony.

The pace gradually increased as Tony started to fuck me hard. He was no longer gentle, but was pounding his hard, fat cock in and out of me faster and harder, his balls slamming into my panty ass and grinding himself against me at the top of his in stroke. Tom was keeping pace and was now holding my head as he fucked my mouth, I was breathing heavily through my nose trying not to choke when his cock was fully inserted into my mouth, his balls banging against my chin.

And me, the poor little girl being raped? I was enjoying every second! I was sucking and licking my brother's cock, and rising to meet Tony's thrusts as I concentrated on squeezing his cock tight inside me.

The pace was now at a crescendo and both of the boys where groaning as they approached orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck honey I'm gonna' come, I can feel it," groaned Tony.

"Ohhhhhhhh me too!" screamed Tom.

"Take it! Take it! Take it, sugar!" Screamed Tom, as I felt him push forward with a mighty thrust. He buried his face in my nyloned thigh and kissed me there as his cock started to spasm deep in my ass. He was pushing his cock into me as deep as he could, and grinding his balls against my panty ass to increase the sensation of his orgasm. I felt my ass flood with hot semen.

At the same time Tony groaned,

"Here Michele, take my load!" And he too pushed his cock deep inside my mouth down to the back of my throat, his hands forcing my head hard against his crotch. Hot salty sperm started to boil from his throbbing penis and fill my mouth. As much I sucked I couldn't swallow it all and I pulled my head back. Tom pulled his cock from my mouth and rubbed it all over my face as the last of his seed ejaculated over my face. The hot, sticky come was in my eyes, my hair, and all over my cheeks. My makeup was running as his come was smeared all over my face by my brothers hot, jerking cock.

I felt last spasms of Tony's orgasm deep in my ass, and my bother's hand squeeze my cock and stroke it in a tight grip. I ejaculated against my belly; I felt the hot come pool there as my dick throbbed in my brother's hand.



My Brother, My Sister



His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends laughing out loud.

To be continued