Chapter 1
"Okay, honey," the photographer said with a leer, "I want you to look over to the side as if you were looking at a guy and you wanted him to know that you really wanted him to fuck you."
David stood there in his pink camisole and matching slip and did just what the photographer wanted him to do.
But he still felt a little funny, a little strange, with that softness and that pinkness against his thin, male body, with the pink panties underneath the slip against his cock.
At least, the young man thought, he had learned to walk steadily in those high heels.
During this photo session, he was wearing a pair of white shoes with little straps over his feet.
And he found them very comfortable, very sexy. He liked the way that the muscles in his legs tensed when he stood in high heels.
He shook his head to let the long, dark hair fluff out and then he turned and looked at that imaginary person who was standing next to him. He gave that person a look that said, "I'd love to fuck you, baby."
And he put his hand on his hip to add to that sexiness. The photographer cackled when he did that and started snapping the photographs, snapping away as David moved his weight from one foot to the other.
"This is going to make a great album cover," he said. "You sure are one sexy, little girl."
But the photographer did not know that he was not a little girl at all. He was a guy, a nineteen-year-old guy, and he was imagining-not a man standing there next to him, but a woman.
He was giving that sexy, haughty look to his older sister, Libby. She had been the one who had gotten him into this in the first place.
That had only been six months before, and David was surprised that things had moved so quickly for him since then.
It had started one summer afternoon when David had been sitting in the extra bedroom of the apartment that his sisters rented in New York City. He had graduated high school and he had come up to visit Barbara and Libby. He had always liked Barbara, who was twenty and blonde, but, ever since he was a little boy, he had feared Libby, the dark-haired sister who was now twenty-three.
He sat there in the bedroom in his underwear and looked out the window at the gray air of the city.
He did not really like it in New York City, he thought, and he wondered why he had come here to begin with.
David was not certain why he had come. It had just seemed like the thing to do. He had graduated high school and he had no real plans for his life. He thought that he would come and visit his sisters, who were trying to make it as singers in the Big Apple.
And he had looked forward to seeing Barbara again. She had always been very nice to him.
Libby was another story, he thought, and he could hear Libby screeching out there in the living room of the apartment even at that moment. She seemed to be angry at someone.
But David remembered that Libby was always angry at someone and often that someone was him.
"That bastard said he did not want two girls in the act!" she was screaming. "He said that he had to have three!"
And then David heard Barbara's soft voice out there in the living room too.
"Why? Why three, Libby?" she asked.
"How the hell should I know?" Libby yelled. "I think it was just an excuse. He does not want to give us what we deserve as an act. He will ask for three girls and he knows that we only have two, and then he will say that he will settle for two girls if we come down on our price."
"Will we do that?" Barbara asked. "Will we work for less money?"
"Of course, we will," Libby said, disgusted with herself. David could hear that disgust in her voice from where he sat. He knew that Libby hated to be defeated in any way.
"We have to come down on the price," Libby said. "This is the break that we have been waiting for."
"If we could find a third girl very quickly," Barbara said, "then we would be able to get out break and our money too, all of the money that we want."
"Yeah, sure," Libby said. "And if we could grow wings this afternoon we could fly off to the moon."
David just sat there on the edge of the little bed in that room and wondered about his sisters.
They had been in New York for two years, and David had lost track of them, but when he had come to see them, he had immediately discovered that they had not changed at all.
Libby was still angry and forceful and Barbara was still sweet and pliant.
And David knew that they both had talent. They had started off singing in the church where their father was the minister and then they had decided that they should go for rock-and-roll and more modern music. That was when his father and their father too had thrown them out of the house, had called them harlots and Jezebels.
Now the father had even thrown David out of the house too. That had happened the night after David had graduated from high school. His father had come into the boy's bedroom and had glared at him and then he had spoken to his son with that preacher's booming voice that he used when he was really angry.
"I want that hair cut," he said. "Long hair is an abomination before the Lord."
They had been having that argument for about a year, ever since David had started to let his hair grow long and full. But his father seemed determine this time. David was out of high school now, and that seemed to make a difference in his father's attitude. David looked up at his father and ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. He had grown down to his shoulders and girls thought that he looked cute in that long hair. He had never fucked any girls at all until he had started to let his hair grow.
Now he was fucking girls regularly, high-school girls and older girls and even a couple of married women in the community.
When his hair had started to grow, they had all started to notice him, and David was certain that the girls would not want to fuck him like that if he got that hair cut. With short hair he would look just like any other thin, baby-faced, teen-ager. With the long hair, he looked exotic. One of the women that he fucked-the wife of the high school science teacher-even gave him a pet name because of his long hair. She called him "Moon Child."
David thought about all those things before he answered his father and then he shook his head.
"No," he said, "I won't cut it. I don't want to cut my hair."
That was when his father had reached into his pocket and pulled out six twenty-dollar bills.
He threw those bills at his son and spoke in that booming voice.
"That is all the money that you will get from me. Get out of my house, you abomination. I have no son any longer."
It was almost an exact replay of the scene that David had watched a few years before, when the father had thrown money at his daughters and told them that he had no daughters any longer, that they were Jezebels and whores of Babylon. He had told them to get out of the house too, and they had. They had gone to New York City. David still heard about them because Barbara continued to write their mother about their adventures in New York City. He knew where to find his sisters. So he had packed his bags that night and he had left his home and had boarded the bus to New York City.
He had arrived penniless. The bus ticket had taken all of the money that his father had thrown at him.
But Barbara opened the door of her apartment and looked at him and smiled and hugged him and he knew that she would take care of him. Libby, of course, had been angry and had asked him what he planned to do to earn his keep there. He said that he would get a job, any job, just as long as he did not have to cut his hair.
That had been two days before, and David was thinking that he should start looking for a job in the morning.
He did not really like New York City, but he knew that this place with his sisters would be the closest thing that he would have to a home for the next few months at least.
He was thinking about that, thinking about what kind of job he could get in New York City when he noticed that his sisters had gotten very quiet in the other room.
And then he jerked when Libby opened the door and stepped into the room and looked at him.
She was dressed in her leather pants and her white blouse. She looked sexy, David thought, but she looked angry too.
"Can you still sing?" she asked forcefully.
David jerked again when he heard her voice and he nodded his head.
"Are you still a tenor?" she asked.
Again, he nodded his head, and he wondered why she wanted to know such things.
Libby turned around and yelled at her younger sister.
"Barbara, get your sweet ass in here. We are going to listen to David sing."
Barbara came to the door and looked at David. The little brother looked into his sister's eyes and he could see the sadness there. He did not know what Libby had planned for him, but he knew that Barbara felt sorry for him.
He also knew that there was nothing that Barbara could do to save him from his other sister. There never had been anything that she could do to save him. He remembered all the times that she had looked at him that way before, just before Libby, in sadistic glee, would make David eat dirt and kneel before her while she slapped his face hard.
David often wondered why Libby had always been so cruel to him.
"Sing, damn you," Libby snarled at her brother.
"What do you want me to sing?"
"Anything. Anything at all. We just want to hear your voice, you piece of shit," Libby said.
And Barbara closed her eyes for a second as if she could not stand the sight of David's humiliation any longer. She had done that a lot when they were children too, had closed her eyes and had tried to block out what Libby was doing to the boy.
Then David started to sing a song that he had learned in his father's church.
He sang about a grace that saved him, even though he was a wretch and made him see, even though he had once been a blind man.
After he finished the first verse, he stopped. Libby nodded her head, and David knew that she had heard enough. The dark-haired sister turned to the blonde.
"What do you think, Barbara? Won't he do?"
"I don't think it's right, Libby," Barbara muttered. "After all, he is a male."
David did not understand what they were talking about, but he saw that both sisters looked at the bulge in his underwear, the bulge caused by his cock. David was a small and thin guy but he was very well endowed.
Then Libby took her eyes off the bulge and stepped toward David and ran her fingers through his long and dark hair.
"Look at that hair, Barbara," she said. "Just look at it. He could pass for a girl and he can sing."
"Yes, he has a nice voice," Barbara muttered.
And the blonde, weak sister started to blubber and ran from the room. David just watched her and felt very sorry for Barbara, even though he knew that he was the one who was in trouble now.
Libby still had her fingers in his long, dark hair. After Barbara was gone, the older sister pulled on that hair and jerked David up.
"Come with me, Little Brother," she said with a sneer. "We are going to see what you look like as a little sister."
"A what?" David yelled stopping and trying to fight Libby off. "I am a guy, Libby! I have fucked a lot of girls!"
When he said that, Libby took her fingers out of his hair and just stared at him.
"You have, David?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, hating himself when he heard his own voice because he thought that it sounded vaguely childish. "Lots of them. Even older women. Even married women. I have fucked married women, Libby. I am not a girl. I am a guy."
And then it happened quickly, so quickly that David was stunned.
Libby slapped his hard across the face and David winced with the heat and the pain that that blow gave to him.
"Listen, kid," she snarled. "Barbara and I need you to be a girl for our singing act. That is the way that you can earn your keep here, and you won't have to cut your hair either. This is a big break for us, and it can be a break for you too. So just shut up and come with me and try on some of my clothes. I want to see how you look."
"But, Libby, I am a guy," David protested.
When she drew back her hand to hit him again, the little brother moved away from her and lifted his hands in fear. He knew that he was a guy, that he was even stronger than Libby, but he could not fight her. She had too much will, too much power. It had always been that way with Libby, he thought. Now that she was using that power on him again, David felt like a five-year-old who had to submit to an adult's will.
"All right! All right!" he yelled. "Just don't hit me again!"
Libby smiled.
"Okay, Little Sister," she said, "come with me."
And David followed his sister into her bedroom like a whipped puppy dog.
As they went through the living room of the big apartment, David glanced at Barbara, but the blonde sister, who was still crying, turned away from him, as if she could not stand to see him so weak in front of Libby.
And David hated that weakness too, but he knew that Barbara was just as weak.
He knew that Libby had always been able to order them both around as she wanted to.
David suddenly thought of something that had happened to him when he was about eight years old. Libby had been a teen-ager by then and had discovered that she liked boys. One day, David had come home from the Saturday afternoon ball game early and had walked in on Libby and her boyfriend-it had been Butch Bishop; he remembered that now-and had seen them kissing each other on the couch. He had also seen Butch put his hand on Libby's girlish tit, and he had giggled like a child.
That giggle had surprised the two teen-agers on the couch and Libby had pushed Butch away from her and had glared at David.
"You little peeper," she said in a soft and sinister voice. "You little sneak. I will beat your ass if you tell about this. Remember that, David, I will beat your fucking ass."
David was shocked then, really shocked. He had never heard his sister use such language, and he was not sure what it had meant but he knew that she did mean it, that she would beat him if he told.
In fear, he had run into his bedroom and had fallen onto the bed and had lain there shivering.
A few minutes later, he heard the front door open and close and he knew that Butch Bishop had left.
Then the door to his bedroom opened and he looked back over his shoulder to see Libby standing there with her hairbrush in her hand. He started to jerk like a fish out of water, and he cried out to his sister.
"I won't tell, Libby! I won't tell, honest!"
"I have to make sure of that, David," she said with a chuckle. "Pull down your jeans."
"But I won't tell! You don't have to-"
"Pull your jeans down, David!" she yelled forcefully.
That had been the first time that he had really felt his sister's power over him. He shivered as he stood up and unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. He pushed them down his legs, and then Libby stepped toward him and reached out and put her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down too.
"Libby!" he shouted as he felt the air on his bare ass.
"Shut up, little brother," she hissed.
And then she pushed him forward and he fell on the bed and she sat down next to him and started to spank his bare ass, to beat him, with that hairbrush.
The pain and the heat and the shame shot through David like lightning bolts.
But he lay there and he took the beating. When his sister was finished with her spanking of his bare ass, she stood up very quickly and she gasped at him.
"Don't bother me. I am going to my room."
And then she was gone and he lay there, with his ass hot from the spanking, all alone with his shame.
He remembered that first experience with his sister's strange power as he followed her now into her bedroom. She closed the door when he was in that bedroom and looked at him.
"Take off your shorts, David," she said with a forceful tone.
And her brother hesitated, just looking at her and shivering.
"David," she said, "do you really think that I have never seen a cock before? Take them off."
And then the younger brother pushed his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them.
Libby said nothing for a second, just stared at her brother's long and meaty cock.
"You are very well-endowed, David," she said softly.
And the teen-ager felt strangely proud to hear that from Libby. It was a compliment and he did not get many compliments from her.
But he said nothing. He did not want to anger her, and he was still not sure what she was going to do to him.
She moved toward her closet and opened the doors. She kept glancing back at him as she went through the dresses that were hanging there in the closet. She seemed to be selecting one just for him, and David felt his heart race with pride as he thought that she had never really given him anything, selected anything just for him before in his life.
She pulled out a strange-looking garment, what seemed to be a pair of white panties with a top attached. She turned and held it up and looked at her little brother.
"Yes," she said, "I think that this will look just fine."
But then she put the garment down on the bed and walked toward David and put her hands on his bare shoulders. She looked down at him and David suddenly thought that she was like some kind of coach with a young athlete, and David knew that she was going to put him into training, training to be a girl.
"You do look sort of girlish," she said, running her fingers over the sides of David's face.
He did not have much of a beard. He did not have much hair on his body at all.
But he had never thought of himself as girlish. The idea angered him, but he said nothing.
He knew that Libby controlled him and that she could make him anything that she wanted him to be.
She turned David around and she pushed him gently toward the little makeup table at the side of the room.
He stumbled toward that table as he looked at his own reflection in the mirror.
He was naked and his cock was long and fat. That was not girlish, certainly, David thought.
But, as he drew closer to that table, he did see himself as a girl, as a sexy girl.
And he remembered something else from his youth, something that he had dreamed about.
When he had been a little boy, he had often wondered what was the difference between him and his sister.
Especially Barbara. He had wanted to be like Barbara. She was so sweet and so gentle, and he had often thought that he could be sweet and gentle too if he could dress like Barbara and wear nice, frilly things.
David sat down on the little stool in front of the mirror and stared at his own reflection, his own soft expression.
He knew that his sisters needed him to sing with them. He had heard that much and he knew that he had to earn his keep some way. He also knew that, if he sang with his sisters, he would not have to cut his hair.
He would do it, he thought, for Barbara. More for her than for Libby.
But it was Libby who came up behind and leaned over him and smiled as she studied his face in that mirror.
"We don't want you to wear too much makeup," she said, "just a touch. We don't want you to look like a little whore."
"No," David muttered, "we don't. We don't."
And then Libby turned her naked brother toward her, turned him so that he was sitting with his profile to that mirror. She knelt before him and she picked up the rouge and she started to work on his face. That stuff was cold on his flesh, and he winced, but then he just closed his eyes and thought of Barbara.
He wished that Barbara had been the one to put his makeup on his face. He would have liked it more then.
But Barbara was in the living room, crying, and he knew that he would have to suffer under Libby's control for Barbara. If he made a good girl, if he became the third sister in the singing act, he thought, then Barbara would be happy again, happy and pleased with him and she would also find success as a singer.
David closed his eyes and felt the sharpness on his brows. He knew that Libby was using the eyebrow pencil there.
He did not open his eyes. He wanted to wait, to wait and find out just what kind of girl he made.
He really had been hoping that he would look something like Barbara, but, when Libby turned him to face the mirror again and he opened his eyes, he saw that he looked more like his elder sister. He had dark hair just like Libby and wide, full lips, and he looked a lot like that sister with those lips painted with just a hint of red and his eyes shaped with the pencil. He just stared at himself. He did not know if he really looked like a girl or not.
Did Libby really look like a girl? He supposed that she did in some firm and sexy way.
But he looked softer than Libby, not so firm and not so forceful.
Finally, David worked up the courage to ask his sister the question.
"How do I look?"
"Very pretty?" Libby said softly. "You look very sweet, David."
And the young man shivered as he heard her say his name.
He looked into the mirror and he did not see David there, not any man at all. He saw a female, but he knew that he was still David and he did not think that that was right.
"I need a new name," he said softly. "I need a girl's name."
Libby smiled at his reflection in the mirror and nodded her head.
"Yes," she said, "you are right. You do need a new name."
There was silence for a moment as Libby looked at the boy's face in the mirror.
Then she smiled again.
"I think that you look very French, David," she said.
And the young man shivered again when she called him that.
"French," he muttered.
"Yes. I think that we should call you Danielle. Dani for short."
"Danielle. Dani," the boy muttered.
"All right?"
David-Danielle, Dani for short-knew that it was not really his decision.
Libby was the one who had the power in the family.
"All right," he said, lifting his fingers and running them through his long, dark hair.
He shook his head and let that long, wavy hair fall with a new softness to his shoulders.
And then he pursed his red lips at the mirror.
Libby giggled a little when she saw that.
"You really like it, don't you, David?" she asked.
"I don't know yet," the young man muttered truthfully.
There was something about him that was shamed by what was happening.
But there was something else that enjoyed this girl that he saw when he looked into the mirror. He saw that female as if he were some other person, some girl that he would not mind fucking at all.
And he wondered if other men would look at him when he performed with his sisters and think that they would not mind fucking his sweet cunt.
Of course, they would never be able to do that.
David did not have a sweet cunt. He had a long and sweet dick.
And he knew that even Libby would never be able to take that away from him.
He glanced up at his sister. "What now?" he asked softly.
Libby grinned at him and touched the side of his face with her hand.
"Oh, Little Sister," she said, "I think that you are eager now, aren't you?"
David blushed under his makeup and looked down at the floor for a moment.
"I don't know," he admitted. "In a way, I am."
Libby looked at him in a strange way for just a second, David thought. She kept moving her eyes back and forth from his cock to his made-up face.
And David knew that those two things did not really go together.
"Now," she said, suddenly standing up, "I have to shave your legs."
David nodded his head as Libby picked up the little feminine razor that was on the shelf. She shook her head and put the razor back down on the table. She opened a drawer and pulled out a little tube and squeezed it, putting some of the foaming substance in her hand.
Then she started to rub that substance over David's leg.
A few minutes later, when she wiped the legs over, his hair was gone. He looked down at his legs with amazement. They did look feminine, he thought, strong and sexy and feminine.
And then the younger brother, who was rapidly becoming a sister, looked up at Libby.
"Why are you so nice to me now?" he asked.
He had not even realized that he was saying it until the words were out, but it was a question that he had been wondering about for a long time.
During the last few minutes, he had felt closer to his older sister than he had ever felt before.
She had not seemed angry with him and she seemed softer too, almost as soft as he was.
She looked up at him and she closed her eyes for a moment. Then she opened them and she said, "David, you do not threaten me now."
"Threaten you?"
David had never known that his sister was threatened by anyone, least of all him.
"I used to think that it was not right," Libby said. "I was the oldest one, and I should have been the boy. That is what I used to think, and it seemed to me that you were going to grow up and overpower me in some way."
"Oh, Libby," David murmured, "I could never overpower you."
David was still not quite certain what his sister meant by the things that she said, but he knew that she was revealing things to him that she had never revealed before, that she was showing weakness and softness that she had never shown before.
And that made David like Libby much better, made him want to reach out and comfort her.
And the young man thought that, if dressing up like a girl could bring him this close to his sister, then it was worth it all.
He reached out and touched her hair, the hair that was long and dark like his own.
"I love you, Libby," he said softly.
She put her hands on his knees and looked at that long cock as she spoke softly to him.
"I love you too, David."
"Danielle," he corrected her. "Or Dani, if you prefer."
"I love you, Dani," she said.
But she kept looking at that cock even as she called him by his girl's name.
"Remember the time you spanked David?" the young man asked.
He referred to himself in the third person now because he wanted Libby to think of him not as David but as Dani.
"Yes, I remember," she said softly.
Then Libby stood up and turned her back and walked across the room.
With her back turned to her little sister-her little brother-she spoke to him.
"After I did that, I got all hot. I went into my bedroom and played with myself and I came, thinking about my brother's hot buns, thinking about his firm and sweet ass."
"Really?" David asked.
That was something that he had never thought about before, that he had never even imagined.
"Yes," Libby said, "because it made me feel good to overpower him just that once. It was like I was getting some revenge for not being born the boy."
She was shivering and David knew that Libby was hurting from all the revelations that she was making.
It was as if she were baring herself to her new girlfriend, and David-Dani-wanted to console her.
The young man got up and walked up behind his sister and put his hands on her shoulders.
He brushed back the long, dark hair and he looked at the vein that pulsed in her throat.
Before he had even thought about it, he pressed his face onto her neck and kissed that vein.
"Libby," he said, "I love you. I love you more now than ever before."
And the sister turned slowly and moved into her little brother's arms easily and the two of them kissed.
She was not wearing lipstick, but he was, and his lipstick smeared a little when they kissed.
"David," she said, "it is not right."
But she continued to stand close to him even as she denied her passion for the young man.
"I am not David," the young man said. "Think of me as Dani."
"Oh, sure," the young woman said with a sneer. "Don't think of it as incest. Think of it as lesbianism."
And then the brother and the sister looked into each other's eyes and, at the same moment, they both started to laugh.
David held his sister close to him as Libby leaned back and laughed with a loud and merry sound.
David laughed too and he thought that he had never really laughed with this sister before.
When the laughter was almost over, David released Libby and she moved back toward the bed.
The brother and the sister looked at each other and they both knew that it was going to happen.
Neither of them knew exactly why, but they both knew that they wanted to fuck that afternoon.
Libby reached out and ran her hand up and down the inside of David's thigh. The young man looked down and knew that his flesh was smooth and hairless there. But Libby was looking at the part of his body that was definitely not girlish, that part of his body that was male.
She had left the dark hair around his cock. She ran her fingers through that hair at that moment.
And David closed his eyes and sighed when his sister touched him so softly.
Libby had never touched him softly before. She had always been filled with abuse and hatred before this afternoon. But he sensed that he was too girlish now, too much like her, to really be abused.
And then something in his head exploded and he opened his eyes and looked at his sister.
No! No! No! No!
That word echoed in his head and he backed up.
He stared down at his sister and he snarled at her, "I am not a girl, Libby. I am a guy."
She just looked at him, and her eyes slowly lost their softness as he continued to protest.
"You had me for just a minute there, Libby," he said, "but I will not let you make me into a girl. You are sick, Libby. Other girls and women have enjoyed fucking me and knowing that I was a guy, a guy, a guy. A guy! Libby, I am a male! I am a man!"
But then Libby moved quickly again, moved as she had often moved before.
She jumped to her feet and circled David quickly as he turned to keep his eyes on her.
And then she hit him hard in the stomach with her fist, hit him as one man would hit another.
David bent over with the pain and Libby pushed him back onto the bed.
He fell on that soft mattress and groaned and he knew that he had been defeated yet again.
"You are a little girl, Dani," Libby snarled. I want to fuck you, you little girl, and I want fuck you because you are a little girl. I control it, Dani. Don't you ever forget that."
"No," the young man muttered, "no."
And Libby leaned over and slapped him hard across the face again.
"Yes!" she screamed.
David lay there and felt the tears streaming down his face and knew that those tears were messing his makeup. But he could not fight back. He was confused. He was not certain any longer if he was a girl or a guy.
Libby moved away from him and started to take off her clothes.
For years, she thought, she had wanted to be the boy, but this kid had been around with his cock and threatening her with that cock without even knowing it. Then, when she and Barbara had been thrown out of the house, she thought that she would finally be rid of this kid and his cock. But he had shown up there at the apartment and had moved in and had acted like he had some control over the girls who lived there.
She would make him a girl too, she thought, because she was more at home with a girl like this one.
But she would still fuck him. She sensed that something in David begged to be a girl. There had always been that softness there. She knew that he was sexually excited by the idea of dresses and panties and things like that against his body. She knew that a young man like him just had to be turned on by such a thing. And she would make sure that he was given all the sexual excitement that his little-girl heart could handle.
She stripped quickly and then she stood there naked in front of the young man who was her little brother, who was going to become her little sister.
Libby looked down on him and she remembered a man from her past, that same young man who had been kissing her the afternoon that David had walked in and caught them there.
That young man, a few years later, had become her first male slave.
Butch Bishop, she thought. Good, sweet, slave-like Butch Bishop.
When she was sixteen years old, she had fucked Butch Bishop. He had been her first boy, and then they had drifted apart for a couple of years until right after they both graduated high school.
That was when she had run into Butch Bishop again, at a party given by one of her friends.
They had seen each other before that time, but they had been running with different crowds and Libby vaguely remembered that she and Butch had had an argument about something back in those months when they were first fucking. She could no longer remember what that argument was about, and she started to talk to Butch at that party and she felt a closeness to him almost immediately, as if they had never stopped dating each other and fucking each other at all.
She had left that party with Butch Bishop and they had gone in his car up on the mountain outside of town. They had gone there without speaking about it, because they both knew that they wanted to regain something from their youth, from those earlier and more innocent days of their sex lives. They had first fucked in a car up there on that mountain, fucked with all the joy and fumbling excitement of children.
But, when they got to the mountain, Libby moved close to Butch and she soon discovered that something was different.
She was cooing to him and letting him know that she wanted him and she was running her hand over his crotch, and he was not responding. He was not getting hard at all. Finally, she stopped touching him and asked him the question.
"What is the matter, Butch? Don't I turn you on any longer?"
"Sure, Libby," he said, "but things have changed. I have learned things about myself."
"What things?"
He blushed and then he opened his mouth and let all of those things roll out of him.
After he had broken up with Libby, he had started dating Jenny Davis, the big redhead, and she had coaxed him into being her slave. At first, he had just gone along with it because he wanted to keep Jenny with him and fuck her regularly, but then he had discovered that he enjoyed being a slave to a girl. She would make him kneel in front of her and she would kick him and slap him around and she would call him names and his cock would get harder and harder. It got so that that was the only way that he could get hard, Butch explained.
And then the young man made his request. He asked Libby to treat him the same way that Jenny Davis had treated him.
At first, Libby had thought that it was just a joke, but she soon looked into Butch's eyes and she knew that he was serious.
And then something started to happen in her cunt, something started to explode down there, with lust and with passion and with wetness, and Libby knew that Jenny had been right.
Libby knew that a young man like Butch deserved to have the shit knocked out of him if that was what he wished.
When Libby slapped Butch for the first time, she felt that she had finally come home to something.
She had remembered her little brother then, remembered the wonderful anxiety that she had felt in her body when she had spanked his bare ass with that brush, and she knew that this was the kind of feeling that she had always been searching for. She made Butch strip in that car and made him lie down over her lap and she spanked him as if he were a child, as his cock got harder and her pussy got wetter and juicier.
It was a glorious feeling, the best that she had ever had.
She thought about the feeling as she stood naked over her little brother now and watched him cry.
She remembered that she had first had that inkling of a feeling with him, and now she felt that she had to complete something, a feeling that she had had with Butch and with other men since then. She moved toward her brother and she reached down and grabbed his long, dark hair and pulled him up to his feet as he bellowed with pain and fear.
She knew that this was going to be the best experience that she had ever had with a man.
And she knew that David was just the type who would enjoy it, once it got started.
She sensed that, in many ways, her little brother was just like Butch Bishop. The two males seemed forever linked in her brain in a thousand different ways.
The tears continued to roll from David's eyes as his sister snarled at him in anger.
"Little girl," she said sadistically. "I am going to make you a little girl."
"No," he whimpered.
And Libby slapped him again, boxing his ears with her hand.
"You are going to be a little girl with a little cock and I am going to use that cock to keep me satisfied," Libby snarled.
"No, please," the young man whimpered.
But his sister just yanked on his hair and put more pain and shame into his brain.
Through his tears, David glanced toward that door that led to the bedroom, and he wished that Barbara, his other sister, would show some courage just once, that she would burst into that room and tell Libby to leave him alone. But he knew that Barbara would never be able to save him. And he would never be able to save himself. He looked at Libby and he knew that he was at her mercy. And he knew too that his sister would show no mercy at all.
Libby let go of his hair, and pushed him back on the bed and gave him an order.
"All right, you little bitch," she said. "Get yourself up. Get that cock up with your hand."
David just stared up at Libby for a moment, stared at her naked body.
Then he moved his hands down his body and wrapped his fingers around his fat prick and lifted his meat up.
He started to stroke himself and, as he did that, he looked at his sister's nudity.
She was a sexy and powerful, young woman, he thought, and he remembered that she looked a lot like he did.
They were brother and sister, he thought. No, they were sisters too.
The confusion worked itself deep into his brain, but he kept his eyes on his naked sister and he tried to think of her as just another sexy girl.
As he thought about the sexiness of that naked body, those firm, full tits and that dark-haired cunt, he felt his cock growing and stiffening in his hand. He opened his lips and he moaned. Then he licked those lips and tasted the lipstick there.
And that taste, that reminded him that he was a little girl as well as a male, made him even harder.
David did not really understand what was going on at all.
It seemed that the same thing that confused him, the same thing that shamed him, also thrilled him.
He felt as if he were having his first fuck all over again. He felt like a virgin, but he felt like a virgin girl.
A virgin girl with a stiffening cock. That did not make any sense, he thought, but that was the way that he felt.
David stroked his meat and felt it lengthen and stiffen in his hand. He stared at the fat tip of the prick.
It was red and glowing with blood, and he thought that that meat did not belong there.
He had never seen it so hard before, he thought, not even when women had gone down on him.
And he looked up at his dark-haired sister again and gasped.
"I don't know what is happening to me, Libby," he said.
"You are getting hard, my kinky, little sister," the woman said, moving onto the bed.
She knelt there, naked on the bed and she looked down at the prick. She laughed.
And David felt the shame burn his brain even more deeply, but the shame was linked to the hardness too.
"Take your hands away, Little Sister," Libby ordered.
David-Dani-did as he-she-was told. The hands moved away from the cock.
Libby looked down on that big thing that stuck up from the flesh and form of her little brother.
She licked her lips. When David saw that, he licked his lips too and tasted that lipstick.
Libby could feel her pussy pulsing with desire and passion. She moved slowly over the cock and reached down and held the meat steady and kept it aimed at her wet cunt as she lowered herself onto that prick.
The thing slid into her and filled her up and Libby sighed.
When the cock was embedded deep in her pussy, the dark-haired sister reached out and touched the smeared make-up on the young man's face.
"We will have to fix you up again, Dani," she said. "We will have to wash your face and make you up again when I am finished with your cock."
And those words made David's cock quiver and pulse deep inside his sister's warm wetness.
"Fuck me, Dani," Libby moaned. "Fuck me with your little-girl cock."
And David surrendered to the strange and twisted desires in his system and started to move up and down under his sister.
He felt that Libby had him trapped in more ways than one. His cock was trapped in her warm pussy and his body was trapped under her body and his soul was trapped too, trapped in this male body that she was going to turn into a female form.
And, yet, David was surprised to discover that, once he had surrendered his will to Libby's he found the idea of entrapment to be very sexy.
He was trapped, but he wanted to be trapped. He was half in love with the entrapment and the power of his sister.
And he fucked her as well as he could as she tossed on his body and moaned to him with words that were soft and loving.
"Fuck me, you little bitch. Fuck me, you little girl. Fuck me, you whore, you harlot, you Jezebel."
And David knew that he was willing to be all those things for his sister. He had fallen in love with her power, even though he still did not understand why he had done that.
Barbara looked up as the door to Libby's bedroom opened.
First, the dark-haired, older sister came walking out. She was just wearing a robe and Barbara knew that Libby was naked under that robe. That made the blonde sister know that what she had suspected was correct. Libby had been fucking David in there.
But then another dark-haired girl came out, a pretty, fresh-faced, sexy girl, and Barbara wondered for a moment what had happened to David.
Then she discovered that that girl was David, her little brother.
David was wearing a loose, white top with little white straps over his shoulders. His throat and his arms were bare and he wore a bracelet around one wrist. He was also wearing a white, wrap-around skirt, and he moved his leg out of that skirt and stood there in a sexy way. Barbara could see the white panties under the skirt.
David was wearing lipstick and rouge and eye-makeup too and he was standing on high heels with a bit of uneasiness. But Barbara looked at the dark-haired brother and knew that there was something else there besides that uneasiness.
He actually enjoyed being dressed like this!
Barbara was shocked when she discovered that her little brother liked being a girl.
"What do you think, Barbara?" Libby asked. "What do you think of little Dani?"
"Dani?" the blonde sister muttered. "Who is Dani?"
Libby pointed at the dark-haired beauty standing next to her.
"This is Dani. Short for Danielle. Our new little sister."
Barbara did not know what to think about that girlish person who stood in front of her.
"She can sing too," Libby said. "She can sing very well and we will all sing together and be stars, Barbara."
The blonde looked at David and felt a little sick at her stomach.
But she knew that David had surrendered to Libby, just as she had done so many times.
She knew that she could not do anything about her new little sister.
So Barbara just nodded her head and muttered to Libby.
"I think it will work," she said. "I think that it will work."
"Of course, it will," Libby said, touching Dani's bare shoulder. "Of course, it will. Little Dani will make our act perfect."
David stood there and looked at his blonde sister.
He remembered that he had once wanted to be like her.
But he knew that he looked more like Libby than Barbara and that made him sort of sad.
He felt that he had done something to his blonde sister, had been unfaithful to her in some way. And he knew that he would have to figure out a way to make her feel good about him again.
But David felt good about himself at that very moment.
His cock was fixed in there in those soft, white panties and he knew that he made a very pretty girl, and he felt very proud of his girlishness.
He would be able to help his sisters now, now that he had felt the real entrapping power of Libby, his older sister.
And he would not even have to cut his hair, he thought. That would make it all that much sweeter.
He smiled at Barbara and thought that it was nice to be a girl, to be a slave to Libby.
Now he and Barbara had even more in common, he reasoned.
Libby spoke up to the new sister in the act.
"I think we should rehearse some of our songs, Dani," she said.
"All right, Libby," the new sister said softly, girlishly.
Libby moved toward the piano and sat down and Dani walked slowly toward the piano too.
"Come along, Barbara," the dark-haired, leading sister said. "We have to rehearse with our new, little girl."
And David-Dani-blushed and almost giggled when Libby said that.
Then the new sister almost fell. Libby reached out and grabbed an arm and steadied the girl.
"Don't worry," she said, "you will get used to those heels before long."
And then they started their first rehearsal as three sisters.
And that had been the afternoon that it had all started for David, for Dani, for the third girl in the family.
And he did not even have to cut his hair.