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   I want to thank Ezra R.  for pushing me to write more chapters of Mr. 
Trent.

   This chapter will set the stage for multiple directions for some
absolutely hot and absurd family situations.

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   After Mr.  Trent left, Gail said to our boys, "soon you all get to do
what daddy just did to Mr.  Trent.  Next week he and his boys are going to
expect you boys to do that.  Are you all excited at getting to be sissies
like your daddy."

   Brian immediately put his fists in the air, elbows bent and shouted
"yes"!!

   His younger brothers both nodded yes too and asked if they would really
get to do what Daddy and Brian did too?  Obviously they were concerned that
they would be left out.

   Gail spoke up and said of course you will, that is what sissy girly-boys
do.

   Do you boys realize how lucky you all are?  All of you will get to enjoy
the rest of your lives not having to worry about all the normal stresses of
day to day life.  You won't have to worry about doing great in school or
how great a job you might get.  You will always have someone take care of
you because you take care of them.

   You boys all will finally get to dress pretty like little girls always
get to.  It's so unfortunate that in our society that a boy never gets to
experience the feelings and satisfaction of looking pretty.  Boys are
expected to be tough and just be happy wearing jeans and a plain old shirt.


   Won't it be nice boys, not to have to worry about bullies ever picking
on you again?

   "Really mommy," Brian said?  Are you saying that the mean boys at school
will stop picking on me and teasing me and calling me a pansy just because
I like wearing white knee high socks to school?

   That's right Brian.  The boy friend's that you make at school that let
you suck their cocks and fuck your sweet boy pussy will always look out for
you and protect you.  They will stop the mean kids from picking on you ever
again!

   Brian, now that you and your little sissy brothers are all going to
become cock loving, sucking, and butt fucking fagots like your daddy is,
your boy friend's and adult men will always be looking out for you and
protecting you.

   I am so excited to finally get to raise you boys to be the queer sissy
cocksucking fagots that you all really are and were always meant to become.
Your daddy and I have felt bad for some time now that we have held you back
from being what you were born to be.

   Kids, I want to tell you a story that I know you will all find
interesting and I have wanted to tell you for some time now.  Your daddy
and I were going to tell you this eventually, but now finally is the right
time.

   When your daddy was almost Brian's age, just about 10 years old, a
priest from the local church called my Daddy, your Grandpa Charlie and
asked him if he could take a little boy into his care.  He knew that your
Grandpa, all on his own was raising a 4-year-old baby girl, me.

   Being in a small farm town the parish church, a few years earlier, had
decided to take care of a young orphaned child.  The poor child had no
family after the child's parents died in an auto accident and rather than
turn the child over to the State where he would have been thrown into an
orphanage they took care of the kid.

   The priest told your Grandpa Charlie that the child had been living
there with him at the church rectory (priest's house) since he was almost 6
years old.

   The priest said that unfortunately, he was being transferred to do
missionary work in Central America.  He said that he knew he absolutely had
to find this very special boy a new home.

   So mommy, did Grandpa Charlie let the little boy come and live with both
of you?

   Well Brian, your Grandpa Charlie agreed to meet with the priest.  When
the priest brought the little child in to meet Grandpa, the breathtaking
beauty of the kid immediately took your Grandpa.  Grandpa said that the
child was so pretty and had a smile that melted his heart.

   The young child the priest brought in was wearing a catholic schoolgirl
uniform.  A red, white, green and black plaid pleated skirt, a white
blouse, and white knee high socks with white and black saddle shoes.

   Grandpa Charlie said the little child came right to him, hugged him
affectionately, kissed him on the cheek and said thank you for offering to
take care of me Mister.

   Your Grandpa Charlie was at first confused.  He looked at the priest and
said Father, she is just darling and of course I have agreed and will be
most happy to take care of her.  My little Gail will love having a big
sister, but I thought you said it was a boy that you wanted me to take in?

   The priest looked at Grandpa Charlie and said, "Now you understand why I
needed to find someone like you Charlie that I can totally entrust to take
good care of our little Jeffrey."

   My dad looked at the priest and then at the beautiful sweet child and
said, "She's a boy?"

   The priest went on to tell Grandpa Charlie how they were always finding
the child wearing dresses.  The little guy would get out of classes and
come to the rectory after school and go into the storage room where the
church kept clothes for the needy and change into a dress.  Little Jeffrey
would pick out the prettiest dresses he could find and abandon his
schoolboy uniform.

   When asked why he was wearing a dress, the child would say because he
wanted to look pretty like some of the kids in his class.  He was told that
all the kids he was describing were girls and that is why they wore dresses
and were so pretty.

   Jeffrey was told that only girls dressed like that and boys wore boy
clothes.  He was told that he was a boy and needed to put on his boy
clothes and stop wearing dresses.

   Jeffrey simply stated, "I prefer the pretty short dresses and wearing
pretty white knee high socks so I guess I will be a girl then."

   Well kids, Grandpa Charlie fell in love with pretty little Jeffrey and
told the priest he would take in the child and take the best of care of
him.

   The priest was so pleased!  He then went on to tell your Grandpa over
the previous 4 years that little Jeffrey as it turned out was a natural
born man pleaser.  He said that little Jeffrey was a true sissy fagot.  The
little fagot loved taking care of any boys or men's needs and had become a
highly skilled cocksucker and very popular.  He told Grandpa Charlie that
the little sissy was born to suck cock.  He was really going to miss having
a sissy boy to take care of his sexual needs every day.

   He knew that your Grandpa Charlie was raising a little girl all on his
own.  Since my mother died giving birth to me, he was sure that a manly man
like your Grandpa could use someone like little Jeffrey to give him daily
sexual relief.

   Well kids, that's how I met your Daddy.  I was only four years old, but
I remember the day my daddy, your grandpa Charlie brought home a pretty
girly-boy named Jeffrey to live with us.

   Brian spoke up and said, "Mommy, you mean that the little boy Jeffrey is
our daddy?"

   Yes Brian.  The little sissy girly-boy was daddy.

   So you mean you married your big brother?

   Well Brian daddy wasn't really my brother, not by blood anyway.  But I
loved him so much as we grew up and never have stopped loving daddy. 
Anyway, if I hadn't married your daddy, you kids would not be here now
would you!

   OMG mom, Brian said!  (he said this while hitting his face with his
hands like the kid did in home alone) My daddy was the little girly-boy
Jeffrey!  No wonder I am the way I am.  I like being this way even though I
get teased an awful lot, but I am really just like my daddy.  I was born
this way.

   That is right Brian, now enough talk about that.  Daddy and I will tell
you more stories later about us growing up.  We will share with all of you
how your daddy was such a pretty sissy cock-loving fagot when he was little
like you are Brian.  Now you and your little brothers will be raised to be
sissy cock loving fagots too.

   Brian, you and I have been discussing this for some time now without
your father knowing that you too are truly a queer sissy fagot.

   Brian nodded to Gail as he stood gently stroking his hairless stiffy
that pointed out in front of him and wearing only white knee socks.  The
rest of us all were naked as well.  The little boys wearing only over the
knee white socks, Gail in her garter and white thigh highs and me just in
my sissy white knee socks too.  What a change has happened in our home in
the last few of hours.

   Gail made me get on my knees with my chest and face on the floor,
putting my butt up in the air.  I had to then hold my butt cheeks open and
she directed our boys to look at my hairless butthole which I keep
completely smooth at all times.  The boys got behind me and Gail said for
them to look at their father's pussy.  Do you boys know what goes in a
pussy?

   Brian spoke up and said "a cock."

   That is correct Brian.  Do you know why we call your father's hole a
pussy and not a butthole?

   Yes mommy, because daddy is a queer cocksucking sissy fagot
just-like-me.

   That is exactly right Brian.  And what does that make your hole called
Brian?

   Umm, I guess my pussy?

   Yes that's right Brian, your boy pussy, because you too are a queer
sissy fagot just like your daddy who now that he is older has a man pussy!

   Brian stood there looking so proud of him self for knowing that he and
his daddy both had pussies.

   Gail looked at our younger boys and said do you boys understand what
Brian just said?

   Both boys nodded yes.  They both then asked if that meant they had
pussies too like daddy and Brian.

   Gail smiled and said of course.  All of us in this household have
pussies, even me.  She then spread her legs wide and gave all of us a shot
of her smooth hairless pink cunt lips.

   Brian then spoke up and said, "Mommy, does that mean that Mr.  Trent or
his sons will want to put their wieners in my boy pussy and fuck me?"

   Yes, of course they will Brian.

   Do you think that their wieners will fit mommy?

   Yes Brian they will fit.  It might hurt a little the first time or two
that you get your pussy fucked, but after that, it will not only fit just
fine, you will love how good it makes you feel.  You will want a boy or a
man to fuck your pussy every day and will feel empty if you go to bed at
night without having been fucked that day.

   Brian smiled.  What about Billy and Brandon mommy, will they get fucked
too?  Don't they have really small butt holes?  I mean boy pussies?

   Yes, they will get fucked too.  They will start sucking dicks and
getting fucked almost every day very soon just like you will.

   Brian looked at his little brothers and all three of them were smiling
from ear to ear while they all rubbed on their hard wieners.



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   Over the course of the next week a lot of things changed at our home. 
Gail and I took great joy in dressing the boys like sissies.  Brian of
course already knew that he was a sissy and could not wait to be a
girly-boy.  Not surprisingly, Billy and Brandon both took to being sissies
with a lot of enthusiasm.  We all were getting excited at getting with Mr.
Trent and his boys for the coming weekend.

   Mr.  Trent called and said that we were going to start teaching all of
our kids right away.  He was going to teach his boys how to use a sissy for
their personal sexual gratification and release as well as how to properly
treat a sissy.

   Our family was also going to learn what is expected of being used as
sissies by his family.

   So on Friday, Mr.  Trent called and said he was coming over with one of
his sons and would be here in about an hour.

   Gail told the kids to go and get changed into one of the outfits we
bought them this week.

   I was wearing what Mr.  Trent told me I had to wear all this week when I
was at home.  Every day after work I was to strip out of my work suit and
wear only a white lacy garter with bright white ribbed non-shear stockings.


   Gail grabbed my hard cock and squeezed it and said I can't wait to see
Mr.  Trent's expression when he sees our sissies in their new girly
outfits.

   6-year-old Brandon was the first to come down.  He was wearing a short
pair of tight pink Lycra shorts with a matching pink half top with a pair
of addidas white soccer knee socks with pink stripes and logo and pink
Croc's on his feet.  You could see the outline of his small hard wiener and
balls almost as if he wore nothing at all.  He came in all smiles and was
looking for approval.

   I told Brandon that he looked very pretty as I stroked my cock for him.
Brandon came to me and hugged my leg like little boys tend to do, which put
his face right in my crotch.  He surprised me by grabbing my hard shaft and
rubbing my head on his cheek and then kissing my dickhead before looking up
at me with a big loving smile and my pre-cum stretching from his lips.  I
picked him up and hugged him tight.  I kissed his cheek and Gail spoke up
and said Jeff, kiss him like a girl on the lips and use your tongue, he
needs to start learning how to kiss properly.  Brandon turned to me and I
explained what to do and I kissed him passionately as my other two kids
came into the kitchen.

   I put Brandon down and started masturbating at the site of Brian and
Billy.

   Brian was wearing a plaid schoolgirl pleated skirt that ended at half
thigh.  He wore thick white on white knee socks with a heart design and a
pair of black t-strap shoes.  He had on a white blouse that had a frilly
collar and frills on the short sleeves.  He was trying to look like a
catholic schoolgirl just like I, his daddy did when I was a young boy.

   Billy was wearing a white nearly see-through frilly dress that ended a
few inches below his butt.  He had on white knee socks and white t-strap
shoes.  He lifted his dress and showed us that he had white lacy underwear
on with the front tented out from his boner.  He looked like he was going
to be in a wedding.

   I looked at all three of my kids and said, boys, all of you look very
pretty.  I am sure that Mr.  Trent and his boys will think the same.

   The doorbell rang and Gail answered it.  When she walked to the family
room Mr.  Trent and his 13-year-old son Adam followed her.  Adam was
wearing royal blue, short, soccer shorts and a white long sleeve jersey. 
On his feet were white soccer socks with red stripes and navy soccer
slides.

   Adam was definitely a pretty boy.  Being only around 5'2" and maybe 105#
with a bowl cut straight black hair and big dark blue eyes, petite facial
features with perfect milky white skin he would turn my head for sure, but
what I noticed was that my oldest son Brian looked smitten by him.  At the
same time, Adam, if I didn't know better had the same look when staring at
Brian.

   Mr.  Trent and his son took in how all of us were dressed and Adam spoke
up and said, "Gosh dad, Brian really looks pretty".  Mr.  Trent said back
to his son, "Yes he does son and so do all of the other queer sissy fagots
in the room.

   I was the only one with no clothes on and as much as I am comfortable
this way, I felt kind of embarrassed in front of a cute 13-year-old boy
that I had never met before.  I lost some of my hardness and went
semi-flaccid.

   Mr.  Trent looked at me and said, "keep yourself hard Jeff, when my kids
are present I want them to see that you are excited to see them.  So you
are to masturbate until you are hard at all times.

   Of course Mr.  Trent, I am sorry sir.  I immediately grabbed my cock and
started masturbating.

   It feels very humiliating to be the only one naked in a room full of
clothed people, wearing only sissy undergarments and completely exposed to
everyone.  But to then have to masturbate in front of everyone, something
that is normally done in private feels extremely demeaning.  But I loved
it. It made me get hard immediately.

   Mr.  Trent looked at Gail and said,"I only brought Adam with me tonight
because he requested it.  His brothers were disappointed, but they will
come over tomorrow.

   Is there anything-wrong Mr.  Trent?

   No Gail.  Adam apparently has really taken a shining to Brian!  After
seeing him at our house over the last few weeks with you, all he does is
talk about Brian.  It took a bit for me to realize that it was more than
just enthusiasm at eventually getting to have his own sissy to get his
jollies off with.

   "Are you saying what I think you mean, Gail said?"

   Yes I am Mr.  Trent said.

   I looked at Gail and then at my son Brian as the realization was hitting
them and saw his dimples dig into his cheeks, as his smile got as wide as
his face.  I looked at Adam and his face had turned pink.  He blushed as
everyone looked towards him and he knew that we all were getting on the
same page with his dad.

   Mr.  Trent looked at me and then at Gail.  I want to fill you both in on
a few things, but before I do let's go ahead and get the evening started.

   Mr.  Trent looked at everyone and said, pay attention and listen to me
because I don't intend to tell you twice.  If I ever have to repeat myself
for anything other than clarification you will be punished.  Do you all
understand that?

   We all looked at him and nodded in agreement.

   Mr.  Trent looked at us again and said, "I expect an answer when I ask a
question.  When I ask you something I want to hear an answer loudly and
clearly.  He looked at my wife and kids expectantly and Gail jumped in and
said, "yes Mr.  Trent, we understand." Brian looked at his counselor and
said, yes sir, I understand.  Billy and Brandon both shyly looked at Mr. 
Trent and like their big brother shook their heads and in the high sweet
little girly voices boys have at their age said, yes sir we do too.  Me,
still whacking my hard wiener like I was told to said, yes Sir Mr.  Trent,
we all understand and from now on will always try and do as you ask.

   Okay, here goes everyone.

   When I call you Gail and tell you when the kids and I are coming over, I
do not want to hear any reason why that won't work with your schedule.  My
schedule will always supersede yours.

   When I arrive with my boys, you will always greet us in the same manner.

   I will expect all of you to be dressed as sissies including you Gail.  I
want you to look like a sissy schoolgirl as well.

   After your sissies and my boys get comfortable with each other I am sure
that they will all have their personal favorites and when we arrive I want
my boys to be smothered with affection and kisses from their sissies.  I
too expect you Gail to come to me and hug and kiss me while your sissies
are kissing on my boys.  If we have not seen you for a week, I am sure that
all of us will be in dire need of busting a nut and in need of a quick
release.

   When my boys have had enough kissing from your sissy boys Jeff, you and
your sissy sons will then kneel down before them and undress them.  The
only thing that you will leave on them will be their white knee socks.  I
understand that white knee socks is a turn on for Sissies like you all are
and apparently my son Adam too.  So all my boys have agreed that it would
be the least they should do if it helped their personal cocksucking sissy
fagot cum dumps to be turned on while they are being serviced.

   Our clothes are to be neatly piled or hung and ready to wear when we
have finished using all of you for that particular meeting.

   Now Gail, I want you to help Billy and Brandon undress me while Brian
undresses Adam.  While we are being stripped, I will fill you in on what
the agenda will be this evening and why I only brought Adam tonight.  And
Jeff, if you should ever happen to edge too close while masturbating and
orgasm by accident, I want you to yell out loud "I am cumming" so that
everyone can watch you shoot your cum into the palm of your hand.  After
your orgasm subsides, I expect you to slurp it out of your palm and lick
your hand clean.  A sissy never wastes love juice even when it is his own.

   Yes sir Mr.  Trent.

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   I hope that you enjoyed the story.



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