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 The Stepmother

   When my twin brother William and I returned home from the spring
semester at our boarding school to begin our summer school holiday,
father's new bride Angelica was already well established as Lady of the
House.  We soon learned that she had asserted her authority in no uncertain
terms and father had become a subordinate figure, deferring meekly to her
wishes and having no say about the radical and rather shocking changes that
she was in the process of instituting in our home.

   Upon arrival we greeted father warmly but noticed immediately that he
seemed hardly anything like his old self, the warm and cheerful man whom we
had always known.  He now seemed anxious and diffident and reluctant to
show affection.  Of course, we were eager to meet our new stepmother and we
inquired about her right away but instead of the enthusiasm we had expected
he shied away from talking about her and told us that we would meet her in
due course.

   We brought our luggage in from the car and were headed upstairs to
unpack when, without explanation, father informed us that our old bedrooms,
which we had occupied since earliest childhood, were closed up and that new
arrangements were being made.  He told us that we were to remain in the
parlor and to remain standing.  So we stood in awkward and puzzled silence
for several minutes before the parlor door was opened by a man and a women
whom we had never seen before.  Angelica entered behind them with a bearing
that can only be described as regal.  The servants, who each displayed the
most severe demeanor and appeared to be in their fifties, closed the door
behind her and and stood before it as if posted to guard.  Angelica did not
speak immediately but sized us up with a disdainful gaze that traveled from
our feet to the tops of our heads and seemed to penetrate our clothing. 
How little did we appreciate the significance of this disturbing sensation
at the time.  She glanced sternly at father who stood in silence as if
awaiting a command.  He then turned to us and made a stiffly formal
introduction.

   "Andrew and William, this is your new stepmother and mistress.  Unless
instructed otherwise you are to address her as Miss Angelica.  You are not
to speak in her presence without receiving permission and you will always
rise when she enters a room that you are in and wait attentively until
given further instructions."

   It was a tremendous shock to hear father mouth these words mechanically
as if they had been memorized and rehearsed.  We hardly knew how to react
and could only exchange bewildered glances.  Being twins, we had always
been able to communicate our feelings to each other wordlessly and now we
each became acutely aware of the others foreboding.  Clearly, there was to
be no maternal affection between us and this forbidding woman and in the
days and weeks to come we would find our relationship to her to be only one
of the most harsh and unrelenting authority and discipline.  Now Angelica
spoke to us for the first time, in a riveting baritone that belied her sex.

   "Andrew and William, you have just recently reached the age of fifteen
and you may have been under the impression that you had passed out of
childhood and were now entitled to assert yourselves as adults.  Let me
assure you that this is not the case.  As your stepmother I see it as my
duty and my mission to make you understand unequivocally that you are both
still very much little boys whose lives are to be controlled and directed
in every respect.

   "Your father has told me that you have on occasion exhibited a willful
and recalcitrant nature.  Such behavior is unacceptable and I intend to
stamp it out thoroughly and finally.  You know nothing of my history.  Even
your father knows only that small part which I have seen fit to impart to
him.  Suffice to say that I have had considerable experience with the
discipline and management of males whose attitudes require adjustment.  It
will be ingrained in you that you are the subordinate gender.  It will be
drummed into your miserable male psyches that females are your superiors,
always to be respected and obeyed.

   "There are a number of very effective methods for bringing about these
transformations and I intend to employ them rigorously in this household.
First and foremost, it is necessary to thwart whatever pathetic feelings of
masculinity you possess.  This will be accomplished partially by a program
of dress discipline intended to revise your gender identity.  I am sure
that, at first, you will find this unpleasant.  Eventually, after
sufficient progress is made, you may come to find it gratifying.

   "And now we come to another vital subject.  I know that boys your age
are beginning to experience the first pangs of their sexuality.  It is
therefore imperative that your sexual organs are strictly controlled and
your sexual behavior carefully guided in a direction that does not allow
any male arrogance.  Do not think that I will be reluctant to address this
matter explicitly as a concession to decency.  On the contrary, I am sure
you will find many of the liberties taken and acts required to be
egregiously indecent.  Nevertheless, any resistance will be dealt with by
the most severe and imaginative punishments.

   "Finally, you should know that your father is not exempt from these
measures and conditions.  He will, along with you, be subject to my
authority and has already been divested of his privileges in this
household. Until I see you again, Hans and Berta will be in charge of you
and you are to follow their orders to the letter and without hesitation."

   Having delivered this astonishing proclamation, Angelica turned on her
heel and, as an obsequious Hans opened the door for her, unceremoniously
left the room.  Father stared grimly at the floor and Andrew and I could
only look at each other in a state of stunned disbelief.  Hans, his
deferential manner now transformed into tyrannical contempt, turned to
William and I and beckoned us to follow.  We picked up our suitcases but
were told sharply to leave them where they were.  Berta announced that we
would not be in need of their contents.  Father was left behind and Hans
and Berta, who were no longer servants to us, but Angelica's minions, led
us into a wing of the house which in the past had been unoccupied.  As we
approached the door at the end of the corridor we could see that a sign had
been painted on it.  At first we could not quite make it out.  But as we
drew close we could see that the word "Nursery" had been painted in ornate
letters of flaming pink.  We were led into a room that for years had been
empty but was now made over into a complete baby's nursery!  The windowless
walls were covered with brightly patterned wallpaper, an oversized baby's
crib with high sides was in one corner and in the other was a playpen.  The
room was also furnished with two oversized high chairs, a rocking horse and
a child's potty toilet had been plumbed into a little alcove.

   "Welcome to your new home," Berta cackled obscenely.

   We were not babies.  We were teenage boys.  How could they possibly
expect us to live in this place?  But the biggest shock was still to come.

   Hans ordered us to undress.

   William and I looked at each other with panic in our eyes and we
experienced a brief impulse to protest.  But the events of the past half
hour had left us emotionally exhausted and physical resistance was
impossible.  Nearly paralyzed with anxiety, our hesitation was just enough
to provoke the sadistic Berta who leaped at us, slapping William's face
sharply, then mine before repeating the humiliating order to strip.  The
pain brought me to the threshold of tears and William, who had always been
less tolerant of discomfort, began to sob miserably.  It had been years
since any adult had seen us naked and time seemed to stand still as we
began to remove our clothing.  William and I were sensitive about our
bodies.  We were less physically developed than most boys our age.  Neither
of us had yet grown any pubic hair.  At school we had showered together
after normal hours in order to avoid displaying our childish genitalia to
our classmates.  Boys can be cruel and when you are small of stature to
begin with and your genitals are the object of their scorn the taunting can
be unbearable.  Finally we were down to our underpants and then completely
naked.  We both attempted to preserve some scrap of modesty by covering
ourselves with our hands but Hans barked at us to put them on our heads and
spread our legs.  Our clothes were gathered up and stuffed into a sack by
Berta who told us that we would have no further need for them.

   As we stood completely exposed in this humiliating posture Hans and
Berta inspected us as if we had been some sort of merchandise.  Then they
began touching us obscenely.  One of Berta's masculine hands cupped my
buttocks, first one cheek and then the other.  Her fingers slipped into the
cleft and as she probed my anus a spasm shot through me that was a
combination of revulsion and arousal.  She turned me so that I was standing
sideways in relation to her and with her other hand she teased my penis and
scrotum until, helpless to resist the lascivious sensations, I began to
become erect.  William was now in my line of sight and I could see him
receiving the same treatment from Hans.  Neither of our molesters spoke and
the dreamlike silence was broken only by the sound of ragged breathing. 
The assault continued for what seemed like a long time and we gasped and
wiggled as their hands slithered over us like snakes, shocking us with
lascivious caresses.  In spite of being overloaded with intense sensations
I could not help observing William's arousal with fascination.  His penis
was childishly small, even in its excited state, but its lack of size was
made up for by the rigidity of his erection.  It stood up, shiny in its
stiffness and nearly vertical, bouncing against his naked belly as he
squirmed.  In the very pit of my soul, in a place I had not known to exist,
I wanted to reach out and touch it.

   Finally, it ceased.  Hans and Berta had had their way with us and
withdrew to regain their composure.  William and I were struggling with
emotions that were new and powerful.  We were released from our positions
and even though we were still acutely aware of our nakedness our
embarrassment was overcome by the kind of affection and intimacy that only
twins can experience.  William came to me and put his head on my shoulder,
crying softly as I encircled him with my arms.  His body was warm and soft
against mine and I felt a stirring that was as darkly delicious as it was
disturbing.

   A door was opened and we were led into a walk-in closet containing what
was to be our apparel while we were under Angelica's disciplinary program.
We were astonished to see that they were exclusively garments that were
appropriate for little girls, frocks and shorty nighties, little bonnets
and booties and mittens, and frilly panties, but sized to fit William and
myself.  Hans and Berta dressed us in matching baby doll nighties, with
hems that just barely covered our privates.  Pink satin panties with fussy
ruffles and pleats were pulled up to our waists but they were deliberately
oversized and kept slipping down over our narrow hips, threatening to fall
to our ankles unless we hiked them up frequently.  Baby bonnets were placed
on our heads with strings that were tied in bows under our chins and we
were fitted with fluffy woolen booties and mittens that were fastened
securely around our wrists and ankles with pink ribbons.  Oversize dummy
teats were placed in our mouths.  We were led back into the main room of
the nursery and made to look at ourselves in a full length mirror.  The
results were shocking to say the least.  Two 15-year-old boys had been
transformed into ridiculous parodies of girl toddlers.  Then Berta reached
into her pocket and produced a pill bottle from which she extracted two
little blue pills which we were given to swallow.

   Hans and Berta, one in front and the other behind, led us back to the
parlor.  They made us hold hands as we walked and it was difficult keeping
our panties up with our free hand.  Berta, who was behind us, was now
brandishing an instrument like a riding crop which she flicked sharply
across our bare thighs.  Our incontinent squealing as the crop was applied
to us threatened to cause us to spit out our dummies and we knew that this
would result in something unpleasant.  So we struggled along awkwardly, our
dignity shattered but attempting to keep our panties up to preserve what
little modesty we still retained.

   As we entered the parlor an incredible sight greeted us.  Angelica was
seated on the sofa, holding a rattan cane of the type used for school
punishments, and father was in the middle of the room.  He was now dressed,
or undressed, in only a satin, lace trimmed, lavender garter belt holding
up shear ladies stockings, the old fashioned kind with a seam running down
the back.  On his feet were four inch spiked heels.  All his body hair
below the eyelashes had been removed and his armpits, buttocks and pubic
area were as smooth as William's and mine.  His depilated penis was hugely
erect and stood out stiffly between his hairless thighs.  It quivered and
jiggled lewdly as he tottered on the high heeled shoes.  Angelica hardly
seemed to notice our entry, intent as she was on giving rapid fire
instructions to father as he attempted to walk in the shoes.  His clumsy
efforts only made him appear ridiculous and Angelica scolded and taunted
him mercilessly, reaching out with the cane to punctuate her remarks with
painful swats to his bouncing penis.  He would gasp and yip as the cane was
applied to the organ but it remained obscenely erect in spite of this
torment.  Still holding hands and doing our best to hold up our drooping
panties, William and I beheld this spectacle with horror and revulsion, and
yet motivated by some strange fascination we were unable to divert our gaze
from the sight of father's enormous penis, having never imagined that he
could be so generously endowed.  He had always been a paragon of modesty
and William and I could not remember ever seeing him less than fully
dressed, so the sight of his sexual organs, so outrageously on display,
shocked us profoundly.  But the impact of that experience would pale in
contrast to what was to come next.

   After delivering a final vicious cut to father's buttocks she left him
to his misery and turned her attention to us.  We were herded in front of
Angelica as father, behind us, continued to practice walking in heels. 
Angelica flashed an evil smile at us and remarked sarcastically how pretty
we were in our humiliating outfits.  Angelica ordered us to grasp the hems
of our nighties in front and lift them so that our panties were on view. 
We complied with this command knowing the result.  As soon as we lifted our
nighties the sagging panties slid down to our ankles.  Holding up our hems
above our waists we now would have given the impression to anyone watching
that this indecent display of our genitalia was deliberate.

   By now the pills that we had been given were beginning to have their
effect.  Our juvenile penises which we could now only compare to father's
huge organ, began to stiffen.  Angelica taunted us cruelly about the size
of our "packages" as she called them and reached out with the cane to
tickle and tease them.  Much to her delight, this stimulation produced
further engorgement and soon our little organs had swelled to their full 2
1/2 inches.

   "Let's see if we can make them a little bigger," she said, and called to
father to come over to where we were.  For the first time since our arrival
William and I made eye contact with him.  His expression was a strange
mixture of resignation and arousal.  We could see that his gaze traveled to
our exposed genitals.  With Hans and Berta lurking nearby and ready to
enforce her instructions, Angelica made us say in unison, "Daddy, please
play with our peepees."

   We stumbled over these lines at first and were made to repeat them until
we were doing it to her satisfaction.  Father continued to stare at our
erect penises.  His mouth was slightly open and his breathing was labored.
We could see that he was in a state of intense excitement.  After several
more rehearsals we managed to mouth the words in perfect synchrony.

   "Daddy, please play with our peepees."

   Father dropped to his knees before us and took hold of our penises, one
in each hand.  Then, for the next several minutes he stroked and
manipulated us expertly as we continued to hold up the hems of our
nighties. Angelica made us encourage him with more lascivious remarks.

   "Oh, daddy, it feels so good."

   "Please don't stop daddy, we love it when you rub our little peepees."

   William and I then seemed to lose all inhibitions, all sense of moral
restraint.  We no longer needed Angelica to prod us and we urged father on
to even greater heights of indecency as his supple fingers drove us to a
frenzy of erotic intoxication.

   Simultaneously, we reached a sexual climax.  It was a dry spasm but it
caused our knees to buckle and nearly collapse.  It was several minutes
before we had regained our composure and our aching penises regained their
erect state and now it was time for William and I to return the favor. 
Father was ordered to stand, which he did unsteadily, and my brother and I,
almost without urging, went to our knees at his feet, his hugely engorged
penis inches from our faces.

   "Kiss it," Angelica hissed.  And she punctuated this obscene command
with a stroke of the cane across our calves.

   We pressed our lips, virgin lips that had never even so much as ventured
an innocent kiss, against the livid flesh of our father's manhood.  It
radiated heat as if it were a red hot poker.

   "Suck it," Angelica commanded, her voice now cracking with deranged
lust.

   We took turns taking father's organ into our mouths.  It stretched our
jaw muscles painfully but we pleasured him as best we could, now driven by
some primordial instinct more animal than human.  Father moaned
incontinently, then shouted hoarsely to announce his climax was imminent.
Then huge hot boluses of semen splashed against our faces and soiled our
nighties.  For a few moments silence reigned.  Then a sexually spent
Angelica instructed Hans and Berta to return William and I to the nursery.
They stripped us and bathed us and clothed us in childish nightwear from
the wardrobe.  We were put into the crib together and then Hans and Berta
left, locking the door behind them.  We fell into a deep sleep with our
arms around each other.

   Tomorrow would be another incredible day.

   To Be Continued ...

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