Chapter 2
They had billed themselves as the Bitch Sisters and they had become an overnight sensation.
And it seemed that everyone's favorite Bitch Sister was Dani, the cute one with the slim, boyish build. Within a matter of a few months, David knew that he was in too far to retreat.
For one thing, he liked the success and the acclaim and the money.
For another thing, he knew that Libby would never let him get out of the act now.
So he stood there and had that photographer take his picture for the album cover.
He was going to be on the front of the cover by himself and he would be joined by Libby and Barbara on the back. He had changed into his hot pants and his ruffled, white blouse and he was standing there with his hands on his hips, like a defiant goddess.
"What a pose!" the photographer yelled. "What a look! Keep that look, Honey! That will be great!"
And David-Dani-kept the look and stared right at the camera as the photographer snapped away.
The light of the flash beamed at David with a regular and quick flashing, and the young man lost himself in a fantasy as that flash shot him again and again.
In his fantasy, he was a hooker, a female hooker, on the streets of New York City. The men were walking by him slowly as he stood there, looking him over with lust in their eyes. They all wanted him, but none of them could have him. None of them would dare approach him. He was too much of a woman for any of them, and they seemed to know that. One look from that beautiful, boyish hooker would blaze into the men's hearts and they would almost stagger back, in love with the beauty that frightened them.
It was a great fantasy, the kind of one that a guy could really get into, David thought.
And then the photographer said that he had enough pictures and walked out of the room, shouting with joy because he had gotten so many good shots.
And David knew that Barbara was waiting out there for him. She had come with him to the studio but she had not spoken to him. She had not said a word to him for months.
Barbara sang with him and even watched with delirious fascination as David took his girlish solos on the stage, but she did not talk to him. The brother knew that his blonde sister was still confused, was still unhappy because she did not understand how he had changed. That made David sad. He wanted to make the girl his loving and sweet sister again. He had gotten to be very close to dominant Libby during the last few months. He fucked his sister quite often because she knew just how to break his will and make him fuck her, make him lean with the winds of his own girlish and boyish desires. But Barbara was a different story. He had lost his blonde sister, he thought, and, as he walked out of the studio in his hot pants and ruffled blouse and high-heels, he wanted Barbara back. He missed her now, missed the good times that they had shared when they had been children together, when they had both been more than a little frightened of Libby, enslaved by her and her power.
David strolled out of the studio into the office. Barbara was sitting there in jeans and a blue work shirt. David thought that it was strange that Barbara often dressed like a guy when they were not on the stage. She seemed to become more boyish as David became more girlish.
The photographer was talking to her, but Barbara was not really listening. She was looking at her brother with that sadness in her eyes.
"Dani is great! She could be the most wonderful model in America! There is something about that look that she has," the photographer said, "something about the way she seems to beckon a man to her and yet lets him know that he must stay in his place. Dani is the best model that I have ever worked with."
"Yes, she is," Barbara said softly, stressing that word, she, as she looked at her brother in drag.
"We have to go and rehearse, Barbara," David said softly, using his high and lilting, Dani voice.
He did not want to be around that photographer any longer than he had to. There was something about the way that the man was praising the girlish part of his soul around Barbara that made David feel uncomfortable.
And the young man in drag was having trouble understanding that uncomfortable feeling. He had grown used to dressing like a female.
He had even grown to love the softness of the fabric against his skin, and he also loved the way that he fooled the world with his girlish appearance. Yet, there was something in the way that Barbara looked at him that told him that what he was doing was not right. He was becoming too much of a girl, and Barbara seemed to sense that, seemed to want her regular, boyish, sweet, little brother back in her life, not her little sister who was at the core a false female.
Barbara got up and walked out of the photographer's office with her brother. They rode down in the elevator together. As usual, Barbara did not speak, and David did not try to start a conversation. He had almost given up with his blonde sister, was almost used to the silence that she gave him to live with.
On the street, they heard a man whistle and they knew that the man was not whistling at Barbara. The blonde was pretty and sexy, but she was covered up, dressed like a boy. David was the one who seemed to be asking to be raped.
They hailed a cab and got in and Barbara gave the driver the address as David-Dani-leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes and had another fantasy, one that he had been having regularly over the last few months.
It was the beauty pageant fantasy. The other girls in the pageant were lovely, but, when Dani walked out in his swimsuit, the crowd went wild, shouting and cheering and wanting more and more and more of this lovely specimen of femininity. As he walked down the runway in his white swimsuit, he felt the fabric clinging to his body like a soft and sexy lover, and he felt the tears coming to his eyes as his audience, his people, his fans, his subjects, roared their approval at his feminine beauty. He had them fooled, he thought, but he was happy that they loved that girlish part of himself so much. And the longer they cheered, the more Dani thought that the feminine part of his nature might really be the most important part; the part that had all the style and grace. He started to think that he did not really want to be a boy at all. He wanted to be a girl and have those fans adore him.
But then the young man jerked awake and opened his eyes. That was the one thing about that fantasy that bothered him, the loss of his masculine nature. He wanted to be both, girl and boy. He did not want to lose the male part of his being forever. He did not want to lose the use of his cock.
And he did not want Libby to force him to give up that cock either. He sensed that she would not want him too. She enjoyed that cock too much when he fucked her, but there was still that strange desire, that need to be all girl that he did not understand and did not want to face.
As the cab pulled up in front of the white apartment complex on the East Side of New York City, David looked out the window.
The Bitch Sisters had only been living in that place a few weeks, had only been able to afford it recently.
They were stars now and they had gained a lot being stars, David thought, but he wondered if he was losing something too. He looked at Barbara as she got out of the cab and moved toward the door. He followed her and thought that he was losing her, his favorite, blonde sister. He might also be losing his masculine nature too. That bothered him.
Suddenly, his world seemed to be filled with loss.
The doorman held the door for the two sisters and tipped his hat to them.
Barbara was still silent as they rode up to their penthouse apartment. David knew that they would be alone up there. Libby was out making some new deal with another music producer and would not be home until late that night.
Suddenly, the brother who had turned sister could not stand the loss any longer. He knew that he would have to confront Barbara this afternoon and try to win her back to him.
David wondered if he would be able to explain to her what he liked about dressing up in women's clothing.
He had never really been able to explain it to himself, he thought.
When they got to the apartment, Barbara opened the door and walked in and headed for the bar. She spent a lot of time drinking in the last few months, David thought. She fixed a drink as the young man in hot pants looked at her and then she moved to the stereo and flipped it on. Hard, rock music filled the room, and it seemed to pulse against the walls.
David thought that Barbara was trying to lose herself in that music and that alcohol, and he did not want her to lose herself. He wanted his blonde sister back again, found not lost.
He wanted to talk to Barbara and try to set things straight between them.
He moved toward the stereo and flipped it off. The music stopped suddenly, and Barbara, standing at the bar, turned and looked at him.
But she did not speak to him. She did not even protest what he had done.
"I want to talk to you, Barbara," David said. "I want to talk about our problems."
She turned her back on him and sipped her drink.
David was suddenly infuriated with that back. He walked across the floor and grabbed Barbara and turned her around.
He was weaker than Libby, he thought, but Barbara was the weakest of the three children.
"I want to talk to you, Barbara," he said. "And I want you to talk to me too. I want it to be like it used to be between us, Barbara, when we were children."
Barbara looked over David's face and his make-up and she glanced down at the ruffled blouse.
She looked as if she were about to throw up at the sight of him in his girlish garb.
"We are not children any longer, David," she. said. "You changed. I did not change. You changed."
And then she jerked out of his grasp and staggered back toward the bar. She reached for her drink and downed it.
When the drink was in her system, she sneered at him.
"You make me sick to my stomach, David," she said, "or should I call you Dani?"
That hurt David. Those words cut into him like spears.
But he knew that he had to work all of this out. He knew that he had to explain some things to his blonde sister and win her over again.
He did not want Barbara to be sickened by the sight of him.
He remembered how much fun they had had together as children. They had been very close then.
He wanted to be close with her again, as close as he was to Libby, even closer if he could get there.
"Barbara," the young man said, "you know that this was originally Libby's idea. And you know that, without me singing with you, you would not be able to afford all of this luxury."
Barbara looked down at her empty glass and seemed chastened for a moment.
Then she muttered to her little brother with a sorrowful voice.
"I would give all of this up to have my brother back with me again," she said.
"But I am still your brother, Barbara!" David yelled. "I am still-"
"You are nothing!" she screamed. "You are not even a man anymore!"
That accusation, that scream, stopped David. He just stood there in his hot pants and his ruffled blouse and felt the anger come like a fever to his brain.
Barbara did not think that he was a man, he thought.
And David wondered if he was still a man. He fucked Libby, but he had not fucked any other woman recently, and he wondered if he could get up without that abuse, that terrible abuse that Libby heaped upon him.
Then he felt his cock rising in his hot pants, and he knew that that prick was coming up with the anger.
David knew then what he had to do. He had to prove to his sister that he was a man in the best way possible.
He would have to fuck Barbara and make her love it, make her sigh and moan as other females had sighed and moaned before he had become a Bitch Sister.
David loosened the hot pants and kicked off his high-heels. He pushed the pants down his legs and stepped out of them. Then he rubbed the white panties that he wore, felt the bulge in those panties and looked at Barbara with a fierce kind of determination in his eyes.
"David," she gasped, "don't even think-"
"Shut up!" he yelled.
David knew that it was his turn now, his turn to be strong and defiant, his turn to be the powerful one. He might never be able to conquer Libby, but he knew that he would have to conquer Barbara in order to regain his self-respect and his masculinity.
David started to unbutton his ruffled blouse and he pulled it off and showed his sister his thin but manly chest. He wadded the blouse in his hands and raised it to his face and started to wipe that color off his face, that girlish mascara and rouge. He would come to his sister as a man and as nothing else, he decided.
When he took the blouse away from his face, he saw the stains on the whiteness and he knew that he had gotten a lot of that color off him. Then he dropped the blouse on the floor and stood there in his panties, his white, lace panties.
"Barbara," he said, "get naked for your brother. Get naked because a man is going to fuck you."
His voice was soft but determined, the kind of voice that could not be ignored.
His blonde sister was leaning against the bar and trembling. She whimpered to David like a whipped dog.
"No, it is not right, David. I should not do it with you."
"Libby does it with me," the brother said. "Libby likes it when I fuck her. She even orders me to fuck her on some nights. And I am ordering you now, Barbara. I want to fuck you. I want to show you that I am a man."
"But, David-"
"Get naked, Barbara! Get naked and ready to fuck!"
The blonde could not resist him. He knew it.
She was so weak and so sexy that he felt the need to comfort her, even as he felt the need to fuck her and prove his manhood. He wanted to move toward her and take her in his arms and tell her that it was all right. But then David remembered that he could not comfort her, not before he got his prick into her pussy, not before he proved to her that he was worthy to be her brother, not before he proved that he was a man.
This would be the ideal way, he thought, the ideal way to get her back as a sister and to get some of his masculine feelings back too. He stood there in his white panties and stared at his sister as she moved her fingers over her blue shirt, starting to unbutton it.
She would follow his orders. She was used to following the orders of others.
He smiled as she pulled off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra. Her tits were firm and sexy and they looked even sexier when she shivered there against the bar.
"Please, David," she said. "I am sorry. I did not mean it when I said that you were not a man."
"Get your fucking clothes off, Bitch!" the young man in the panties yelled.
He would not let Barbara off easily. He had gone this far, and he knew that he would have to fuck her.
If he did not go through with it, he thought, he might never again feel like a real man in his life.
And he was much too young to give up all of his masculinity.
Barbara slipped out of her shoes and then she opened her jeans and pushed them down her legs. She trembled and stumbled as she moved out of them, but she fought to keep her balance as she stripped for her brother, the man.
THE MAN!
That was the phrase that echoed through David's head.
He would prove to her that he was a man, that he was a stud still.
He might wear skirts, but he could still be a stud when he had to be.
When Barbara was out of her jeans, she stood there and looked at her brother.
David looked down at her panties. They were white and covered with lace, just like his own. He smiled. He had wanted to be like his sister, Barbara, and now he thought that they were very much alike.
And the similarities between them would unify them, the brother thought. Barbara put her arms back and leaned against the bar as her brother approached her.
David reached out and touched her panties, touched the front of those things and felt the wetness there.
That was the proof that he needed. Barbara was nervous and a little frightened, but it was obvious to the stud that she was turned on by the idea of fucking her brother.
And David liked that, liked that wetness that he felt there as he pressed the white, soft material close to Barbara's cunt.
"Touch me, Barbara," he said softly. "Touch me too."
And the blonde reached out and put her hand on the front of David's panties and felt the hardness there.
"I am a man," the younger brother said to his sister.
"Yes," she murmured, feeling that hardness in his panties, "I know."
Then David moved his face close to Barbara's and kissed her.
At first the kiss was soft and then it grew in passion as David took his hand off the blonde's panties and put his arms around her and held her close. The young woman seemed to melt into her brother's arms as she opened her mouth and let David's tongue invade her, drive into her with passion.
When that kiss was over, Barbara touched David's sides and murmured to him.
"Fuck me, David. I want to be fucked by you. I don't know how long I have wanted to be fucked by you."
And that seemed to explain something to David, but he was too excited now to stop and think about it.
The brother and the sister moved slowly down onto the carpeted floor next to the bar and they held each other and kissed again. This time, Barbara moved very close to David as they kissed and moved her leg over his thigh and the soft fabric of panties touched the soft fabric of panties.
David could feel the wetness against his hardness and he knew that that was the one major difference between himself and his wonderful sister. He was hard in his panties where she was wet.
And that was a very great difference, the sweetest difference in the world.
When the kiss was over, Barbara moved her hands down David's body and put her fingers in the waistband of his white panties. Then she waited and smiled at David and he knew that she wanted him to do the same thing to her. When his fingers were in her panties, the brother and the sister moved together and pulled both pairs of white panties down.
When his cock was free, David sighed with relief. Then he took his hands off Barbara's panties and she took her hands off his.
And the two young people became very naked very quickly and then lay there and looked at each other.
"You say that you have wanted this for a long time," David muttered with a smile.
"Yes. I think for years," Barbara said.
There was nothing to be ashamed about now. She was going to get what she wanted from her brother.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know," Barbara muttered. "It seemed wicked to want that from your brother, and then, when Libby started to dress you up, I thought that I had lost my chance to get you. I thought that you had turned into a girl or something."
"I am a man," David said, touching his sister's soft, blonde hair.
"Yes, David," she said. "You are the best man that I know."
"Barbara," David sighed, "touch my cock. Feel my manhood."
And the blonde reached out and touched the prick and sighed too.
Then she put her fingers around that cock and started to stroke it as she spread her legs wide. David took that sign and knew just what she wanted.
David moved his fingers over the lips of his sister's pussy and felt the wetness there. She was so sweet down there, David thought, and her fingers were cool around his prick.
David slipped into her wetness and worked his fingers around in there, feeling the soft flesh that he would soon fuck. She was his sister, he thought, but he had to prove to her that he was a man, a real man still. The panties and the dresses that he wore made no difference to him. He was a man, and he yearned to prove his manhood to Barbara and to himself.
As they played with each other, they kissed with a long, tongue-twisting movement.
And then Barbara moaned to her brother.
"I am ready, David," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck your sister."
And David was ready too. His cock was hard, harder than it had been in months.
There was no feeling of entrapment with Barbara, only sweetness, the sweetness of the weaker sister, the one who did not really control him at all.
The teen-ager moved over his sister as he pulled his fingers from her pussy.
And then she took her fingers from around his cock.
She kept her legs spread open for him and she lifted her hands and put them on his shoulders.
"You are a real man, David," she said. "You are such a special man to me."
And David smiled. It was the kind of thing that he had yearned to hear from her for months.
Barbara lifted her hips and spread her pussy lips open.
And David slid into her smoothly, with a gentle rhythm. Then he started to fuck her, just as smoothly.
She sighed and caught that smooth magic, that loving rhythm.
"Fuck me, my brother," she said softly. "You are a real man."
And David looked down at the floor next to her as he drove his cock in and out of her.
He saw their panties lying together in a heap. Both pairs of panties were, white, and he did not know which pair of panties belonged to him and which pair belonged to his sister.