Chapter 6
It was Libby, of course.
She was standing at the door of the bedroom with a drink in her hand, but David could tell when he first looked at her that she did not need that drink at all. He could tell that she was already drunk. Libby and the Preacher usually got drunk together in the afternoons now, another sin to add to the sin of their fucking.
And Barbara was standing behind Libby. She was looking at the young man and the young woman on the bed too.
And Barbara kept glancing at Libby. She knew that David was in trouble now.
David knew that Barbara would not be able to help him either. He held Andrea close to him and he looked up at his sister. He knew that he would have to find the courage within himself to stand up to Libby this time, but he felt himself shivering and he knew that that courage would be hard to find. For as long as he could remember, Libby had been in control of him.
"Answer my question, you little bitch," Libby snarled. "Who is this blonde bitch?"
"Libby," David said, trying to sound manly but hearing that feminine voice when he spoke, "you know that I fuck other girls. You know that I-"
"Shut up with that shit!" Libby yelled.
And the dark-haired sister staggered toward the bed and looked down at Andrea.
The blonde held David closer and tighter, as if he were trying to burrow down under his skin and hide herself there. She was shivering too, and David could feel his naked body jar against hers as they both lay there, naked and in fear.
"Who are you?" Libby yelled at Andrea.
And that soft voice came out, cracking as she spoke.
"Andy Caldwell," she said. "I am Andy Caldwell."
Libby staggered back in surprise and then she yelled, "Bullshit! Andy Caldwell is a boy!"
Barbara was looking at the girl, studying her. David could see that. Neither of his sisters could really believe that he was in bed with a girl that they had assumed was just a weak, little boy. They could not believe that at all.
Then David found his voice too and he spoke to his sister.
"She is not Andy Caldwell," he muttered. "She is Andrea Caldwell. Andrea, Libby. That is her name. She is a girl, not a boy."
"But-" Libby muttered.
"And I am a boy, not a girl," David said in a firm tone.
Libby just stood there for a moment and David knew that she was trying to figure all of this stuff out.
She downed the drink and reached back with the glass. Barbara, like the perfect serving girl, took the glass from her sister.
David found more words that he wanted to say to his dark-haired sister and he said them.
"Your new boyfriend did the same thing to his daughter that you did to me. He tried to act like she was a boy just as you try to make believe that I am a girl. Well, Libby, neither of us, neither Andrea nor I, will stand for it any longer. We like being who we are and we are in love."
David's voice was now the more masculine tone, the one that he had used before this whole ordeal with his sisters had started. He held Andrea close to him and stared up at Libby.
That voice, that manly voice, echoed in Libby's head. The dark-haired sister tried to figure out what she was going to do about this. She looked down at her brother and the blonde and she knew that she would have to figure something out. She did not give a shit that Andy Caldwell was really Andrea Caldwell. That was nothing to her. But she had to keep David in panties. She had to make sure that he stayed Dani for a little while longer. She knew that he was the most important member of their singing group. If he took off his panties and hung them up and refused to wear them on stage, ever again, the career of the singing Heavenly Sisters was fucking over. Libby could not stand that. She wanted the money, and she knew that she and Barbara could never make that kind of money working alone. Dani-David-was the key to the act. She knew that now, and she had to keep that key deep in her own pocket.
Libby looked back at Barbara too and she understood that, if she left David get away with this rebellion, Barbara would be the next one to rebel. She would find the strength too and she would tell Libby that she wanted to do things her way for a while. Libby would not be able to stand that. She liked having power, having control over her brother and her sister.
No!
That was not right! her brain yelled.
Her sisters! She had no brother! David did not exist to her now! He was Dani! Dani! Dani!
She needed Dani with her there on that stage in order to make her money from Larry Caldwell!
As she thought about the money and the way that David was trying to leave the act, she became furious. It was as if she had come in and found her little sister going through her purse, trying to steal money from Libby, the one who sacrificed so much for that girl.
Libby yelled with that fury and that heat in her brain.
"You fucking slut! You fucking, little bitch of a sister!"
And the dark-haired sister leaned down and pushed the blonde off Dani and grabbed her little sister's long hair and dragged the bitch off the bed.
Andrea looked at the way that David was suffering for her, and she thought that she must be some kind of curse on him.
She had always been a curse, the blonde thought, for she had killed her mother by being born.
And she now was giving David pain because she wanted to be a girl, not a boy as her father wanted her to be.
She thought that it was strange, but she thought that her father might have been right all the time.
"David," she whispered, very softly as she saw the naked, young man hit the floor, "David, I am sorry."
She felt guilty. She felt as if she were the cause for all the trouble in the world. And she lay there on the bed and she started to cry with all of that guilt in her system.
David tumbled onto the floor and lay there. Libby kicked him in the side with her fury.
"You little bitch," she snarled. "You little maggot of a whore. You fuck me, and you can fuck Barbara. But don't go dragging some other whore in here and saying that you are a boy. You are not a man and you are not a male. You are a girl, a little bitch of a fucking girl, Dani."
She kept kicking David, and the young man turned with the kicks, rolling on the floor.
Then Libby saw the panties that were lying there on the floor and she knew that they were Dani's panties.
She reached down and picked them up and threw them at Dani.
"Put these on!" she yelled. "Cover your fucking whore cunt, you worthless bitch!"
The white panties landed on David's face. He lay there and did not move. He was in too much pain, physical and emotional pain, to move. He did not want to be a girl any longer, not in public, not with his sisters. He wanted to be a man. But he knew that his sister was very strong and he thought that it had all been a dream, a fantasy. He would never have the courage to stand up to his sister, let alone Andrea's father, who was a real man, a big man, a powerful man.
David lay there on the floor with those panties on his face and he just wanted to die.
"I am sorry," he muttered, to no one in particular.
"Put those panties on, you fucking, little whore," Libby snarled again.
And then David started to move. He could not help himself. He just was not strong enough to battle Libby.
He took the panties off his face and sat up slowly, feeling the pain where his sister had kicked him.
He lifted his leg and he started to put the white panties on.
Andrea saw that through her tears and she thought that he might be right, that it would be better if he put on the dress and she put on the suit, if they never spoke to each other again.
But she wanted to say good-bye to the young man who had given her so much pleasure.
So she said it loudly enough for him to hear her.
"Good-bye, David. Good-bye. Good-bye."
When the young man heard that, he stopped moving again. He had not put the panties on yet.
And he looked at the weeping blonde on the bed. He did not want to say good-bye to that girl.
She had made him feel better than any other female had ever made him feel, even back in the days before he had discovered the joys of panties and dresses.
He looked at her and he thought of the name that she had called him-David.
He was David!
And she was Andrea!
Nature had made them that way and no one, not Libby and not Larry Caldwell, should change nature.
He glanced up at his dark-haired sister and he felt the strength rising in his body.
The love that Andrea had given him, the way that she had trusted him, the wonder of the sex that they had shared, all of those things went together to give him the strength that he needed.
It was a male strength and he would use it to do battle with Libby. He pulled the panties off his foot and threw them up at Libby and snarled at her for the first time in his life.
"You wear them, Libby. You wear them. You are the girl. I am a guy. I am a man."
And then he moved quickly, jumping to his feet and pushing Libby back against the wall.
When she raised her hand to slap him, he was too quick for her. He grabbed that hand with one of his own.
And then he slapped his sister hard across the face.
"I am a man, damn it, Libby!" he screamed. "And Andrea is a woman and we are in love!"
The sister started to hiss something at the man and David slapped her again. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her across the room and threw her into a chair next to the bed.
"I am a man!" he screamed.
And then he heard another female yell from behind him. He recognized the voice and he smiled when he heard the words.
"He is a man, Libby! He is a fucking man and he is a good man too!"
It was Barbara, the weak and blonde sister, the soft sister who was now building up some backbone, David thought.
The rebellion against Libby would be complete now.
The dark-haired sister just sat there in that chair and looked up at her brother.
She did not know what to do. She did not know what had gotten into her family.
"But we have an act," she muttered, "and you are a part of that act, Dani. You are the most important part of that act."
Dani!
The name exploded in David's head and he slapped his sister again.
"Not Dani, you bitch! David! David! David! My name is David!"
"His name is David, Libby!" Barbara yelled.
"And my name is Andrea, not Andy at all," the blonde on the bed muttered as she touched her own naked tit.
Libby felt lost. She felt all the money drying up. She did not want to the be poor.
But she looked up at David now and she saw their father there, the man who had been too strong for her, the crazy preacher who had thrown them all out of the house.
She had not been able to fight her father, and she knew now that she would not be able to fight David either. He was his father's son and the strength was there.
But David was not finished with his sister yet. He thought of all that she had done to him over the years.
He thought in particular of that spanking that she had given him. That spanking had frightened and confused him. Now he wanted to repay her, and frighten and confuse her too.
He backed up from the chair and gave his older sister an order.
"Get your fucking clothes off, Libby," he said firmly, using that male voice that had never seemed so male before.
"What?"
"Get your clothes off, Libby," Barbara said. "David wants it and I want it too."
David glanced back and smiled at his other sister, proud of her for showing some strength just as he was doing.
Libby looked at them both, first at her naked brother and then at her blonde sister.
She knew that she could not battle them both. She slowly stood up and she started to unbutton her blouse.
David was a little surprised that she gave in so easily, a little surprised when she actually started to take her clothes off.
But he felt proud and happy and manly as he saw his sister bare her sexy tits.
As Libby stripped, David tried to figure out how he felt about this ordeal that he was going to put his sister through. He had to admit that he did care for Libby in a strange way, that he did love her. He had also loved the imprisoned feeling that she had given him when she had forced him to do things. But it had finally gone too far. When he was finished with Libby this afternoon, he thought, he could possibly love her again, perhaps even fuck her again from time to time. But he looked at the blonde on the bed and he knew that his main love would go to Andrea. He would love his sister, but he would be Andrea's lover. And there would be difference. As Libby took off her clothes, David stared at her and thought that she had taken it just a bit too far. She would have to be punished now. Then she would be a better sister. He thought that she would respect him as a man when he was finished with his punishment of her.
When Libby was naked, she stood in front of her body and kept her eyes on the floor.
She was like a slave in front of a young prince, he thought, and that was the way that it should be.
She had to realized that he was a real man. She had been the queen for two long and now she had to realize that her subjects-Barbara and David-were human too and noble and fine and filled with human ideals.
It would be a glorious revolution, the younger brother thought.
But, when his sister was naked and standing before him, David was suddenly confused. He was not certain how he would go about making his revolution. He had no plans really. He had not expected her to give in so quickly to his demands and he had had no time to make plans.
And then he remembered the spanking that she had given him when he had been just a boy.
That had been one of the worst things that Libby had ever done to him, perhaps the worst thing.
And, when David thought of that spanking, that terrible deed, he knew just how he was going to get his revenge.
He sat down on the edge of the bed for a second and then he saw his own hairbrush on the bureau.
She had used a hairbrush on him so many years before, he thought.
She deserved the hairbrush too, that cruel and brutal hairbrush on her bare, womanly ass.
And David stood up and walked across the room and picked up the hairbrush and carried it back to the bed with him. Then he sat down and he spoke to his sister.
"Libby."
She looked up. She saw the hairbrush. She shivered.
David suspected that she knew what he was going to do to her, that she remembered that event from her family history too.
"Come and get over my knee, Libby," he said.
And the dark-haired sister moved slowly, struggling as she moved her legs. She slipped toward her brother.
Then she moved over his lap and offered him her ass. She lay there and she waited for the brush to fall.
"You remember, don't you, Libby," the young man said. "You remember what you did to me when I caught you kissing Butch Bishop. I promised that I would not tell, but you hit me anyway. You made me take down my pants and you hit me with that brush. Don't you remember, Libby?"
"Yes," the sister murmured, "I remember."
And the older sister could actually feel her pussy pulse with desire as she remembered that thing that she had done to her little brother. She had played with herself after doing that, and that had been the first time that she had ever been brutal with a male. She had made her discovery that afternoon with her brother, but it took her experiences with Butch Bishop years later to bring that discovery into focus.
"I am a man, Libby," David said softly and then he brought the hairbrush down on her naked buns.
The sister squealed and raised her legs and kicked as David spanked her with the brush.
The other sister, the blonde sister, Barbara, watched this and felt her spirit rise to the heavens. She had always known that David had it in him, that David could be a man. She remembered the times that he had been a man with her, that he had taken off his panties and fucked her as only a man could fuck a woman. Now, she thought, Libby was learning about David's manhood too. And Barbara was almost certain that Libby would grow to love that manhood just as much as she did.
And the naked blonde on the bed looked at what the young man was doing to his sister and she sighed.
If he could do this, she thought, then she could be a girl for the, rest of her life, and she could live, knowing that she need be guilty of nothing.
And Libby felt the heat of the brush on her ass. She wiggled and she squealed, but she found that she really did like this side of her brother, even better than the slave side, the girlish side that he had always shown her before. She liked it when David took things into his own hands and proclaimed his maleness to her in this way. It hurt, but she knew that the hurt was good for her. The hurt was something better than power, but she could not really understand why it was better-not yet. She would have to live with that hurt for a little while yet, before she would be able to figure it out.
And the hairbrush continued to come down on the sister's butt with smacks of energy and heat.
And David started to sweat as he spanked Libby and regained the manhood that he had lost when she had spanked him so many years before, regained something that was very precious to him.
It was a magic moment for everyone in that room.
After the spanking was over, David held Libby and kissed her face and told her that he still loved her.
And Libby announced that she still loved David too.
But then everyone in the room knew that some other things had to be discussed.
If David was not going to be a girl any longer, it meant that the Heavenly Sisters were no more.
David thought about the situation. He knew that he would have to come up with some answer to this question: What would his sisters do for money and what would he do for money if he was not going to be a singing girl any longer?
David had liked the money too and he did not want to be without it.
David and the three women of his life sat around the bedroom and thought about those questions in silence for a long time. Then David came up with the solution.
"Listen," he said, "I don't have to be a girl. I can still go on stage with you."
"What?" Libby asked. She did not understand what the young man was talking about. She was so used to having three sisters in the act by now that she could not imagine any other combination.
"I could go on stage as a guy and you two could be my back-up singers. We might not make as much money," David said, "but we would still be together and we could still make something."
Barbara grinned. She liked the idea.
"Who knows?" the blonde sister said. "We might be even more popular. David is a very good singer. He was sexy as a female, but he could be sexy as a male too."
"It would mean a different style of singing," the young man said. "We could not be so degenerate any more, at least not so openly degenerate. But we could do it. I just know that we can."
"Yes," Libby finally said, "I think we can too."
And then the sisters and the brother knew that they had one problem solved.
"You would not sing for my father then, right?" Andrea asked softly.
David looked at the naked blonde. He kissed her nose.
"Sorry," he said, "but your father would not be our type then."
"That's okay," Andrea said. "I will go with you wherever you go, David."
And she hugged the young man, but David looked at his sisters and he knew that there was one more problem that they had to face.
He hoped that his sisters would help him, but, if they would not or could not, he would do it alone.
He knew that he would not be able to rest unless he had Andrea with him.
And he knew that he would not be able to get that sexy, sweet blonde unless he stood up to Larry Caldwell.
David's eyes met Libby's. The older sister, the one who fucked and sucked Larry Caldwell regularly, knew what her brother was thinking, and she knew that he was right.
She had gotten her punishment for what she had tried to do to David and she knew that Larry Caldwell deserved some punishment too for what he had tried to do to his daughter. In many ways, she thought, what he had done to Andrea was even more brutal and disgusting than what she had done to David. David had, at least, never lost all of his masculinity, but he had tried to turn his daughter into a complete boy, into a thing that was not natural at all.
"I will help you, David," Libby said softly. "I will help you punish her father."
And David smiled.
He knew that, with Libby's help, he would not fail.
And then he would be able to have Andrea with him for the rest of his life.
Then the brother and the sisters started to think about the way that Larry Caldwell should be punished, about some punishment that would fit the crime that he had committed against his pretty, blonde daughter.
It did not take long for David to come up with that punishment.
He grinned and he started to tell his sisters about it.
Libby started to laugh. She knew that this was just the kind of punishment that she would enjoy giving that big and fat and powerful man, that Preacher, that phony, that stud.
The young people made plans to trap the evangelist and turn him into something more than just a powerful man from television-land.
And they laughed as they made their plans too.
They were all looking forward to capturing that man.
And Andrea was looking forward to it most of all.