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Chris's Little Brother
by No Name (anothernifty@hotmail.com)

***

A young crossdressing boy uses his sexuality to get 
the attention he craves. (mf-teens, ped, nc, rp, 1st, 
bi, mast, oral, anal)

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Archivist's Note: This author has decided not to use 
quotation marks where dialog is present.

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1. Good Morning

Chris sits on the plaid couch in the living room 
eating his favorite chips for breakfast. He sucks his 
orange fingertips as he watches some movie. He says 
that since he is fifteen he can eat what he wants to 
for breakfast. And sleep as late as he wants. 

Joe peeks down the hallway at his brother. He hears 
the crinkle of the bag and crunching of his favorite 
chips that no one else can eat. Joe has been waiting 
for his brother to wake up. Excited to spend time 
with him alone. To have his full attention. 

Joe takes off his shirt since Chris isn't wearing 
his. Chris is just in his boxer shorts and white tube 
socks as he munches on his chips. Joe rummages 
through the heap of clothes on the floor by the bed 
and finds his own tube socks that don't smell too 
horrible. Wedged in between the mattress and box 
spring are the panties Chris likes him to wear. They 
were his sisters when she was a little younger then 
Joe. Faded pink with a little pink bow on the front. 
They're tight and don't cover all of Joe's butt and 
they give him a constant wedgie. But Chris says 
that's why he likes them he says they're like a 
thong. Well they're uncomfortable but Joe will wear 
them if Chris likes him too. 

Chris says Joe would make a cute girl. So Joe has 
been letting his hair grow longer like his sister. 
It's not girl length yet but the front comes down to 
the tip of his nose, the sides below his ears and the 
back to his shoulder tops. He has also been 
practicing with the Mommy's make up. Using her red 
lipstick and eye shadow. 

Joe brushes his hair out in the mirror in the Mommy's 
room applying her make up left strewn among the empty 
whiskey bottles and beer cans on the dresser, 
spilling off onto the floor. Dark smudges of eye 
shadow ring his green eyes. Joe puckers his lips and 
draws a thick heavy oval around them with the red 
lipstick.  

Joe knows that Chris will be thirsty from eating 
those chips. He sorts through the heap of dirty 
dishes in the sink that's spilled over on to the 
counters and finds a disposable red plastic cup not 
too dirty. It stinks faintly of some kind of the 
Mommy's alcohol. He rinses it out as best as he can 
and picks some sticky chunks out from the bottom. 

In the lower half of the fridge, behind the crumpled 
white fast food bag is the mostly empty clear plastic 
container of what is left of the red Kool-Aid. 
Kevin's favorite. He pours in what's left and puts 
the container back into the fridge. Not even half a 
cup. Joe knows ice cubes make it seem like there's 
more in a cup then there really is. The top half of 
the fridge is the empty freezer. Empty whiskey 
bottles and empty ice trays. The ice bin had one 
frosted ice cube stuck to the side. Joe pries it out 
and it breaks loose and shoots down to the floor and 
slides across the dirty linoleum. Joe puts the bin 
back into the freezer and puts the ice into the 
drink. 

Thirsty? Joe extends his offering to Chris smiling 
his big sloppy red smile in his sister's faded old 
panties and white tube socks. 

Chris's eyes flicker away from the movie and move to 
the cup then back to the movie. Joe's shoulders slump 
sadly from the lack of attention. 

Thanks. Chris puts a handful of chips into his mouth 
and takes the drink. Joe climbs up onto the couch 
next to his big brother and cuddles against his warm 
strong arm. Looking up into his face as his jaw 
muscles crunch and pulverize the chips. Into his 
brown eyes reflecting a tiny square of the movie. His 
dark brown shaggy hair roughly parted. The knot in 
this throat goes up and down as he swallows his 
mouthful and drinks the Kool-Aid. Kevin leans forward 
to put the empty cup on the table in the vacant space 
between the soda cans and cups. 

Joe takes the opportunity to slip under his arm. His 
armpit hair tickles the top of his shoulder. Chris 
puts his arm along the back of the couch. Joe presses 
his chest against Chris's. The warmth and smoothness 
of his body is comforting. He lays his head against 
his chest and listens to the beat of his heart while 
he continues crunching his breakfast chips. He traces 
the definition of his ribs with his soft little 
fingers. Sometimes Chris gets tickled by this, but 
not today. He traces the ring of his belly button and 
up to his chest. He feels little crumbs and picks the 
larger ones off and eats them. The smaller crumbs he 
licks off his chest and savors the flavor. Joe knows 
he has to be careful not to get his head in Chris's 
way of the movie or else he might move and make Joe 
go away. He sometimes says Joe is too clingy, like an 
octopus. 

Content with himself Joe smears the shiny trail of 
his saliva off his brother's chest and lays his head 
back against his chest. The hard shape of Chris's 
penis under his boxer shorts is clearly visible.  
Protruding up on the left side Joe reaches his little 
hand down and feels the hard shape and the warmth 
from over the boxers. Chris pays no mind and 
continues crunching his chips and watching the movie. 

Joe's little hand grabs the tip and rubs it around 
and down to the base. He slips under the elastic band 
and feels the scratchy hairs. He pulls his brothers 
cock up so that the tip peeks out. He slides his hand 
over it. So hot, smooth and hard. He looks up into 
his brothers face as he continues watching his movie 
and eating his chips. 

Nothing. No recognition. No attention. Joe knows how 
to get Chris's attention. He slides down in between 
his legs and tugs at his boxers. Chris sits up 
slightly to help him slide his boxers down and keeps 
eating his breakfast. Joe rubs his face against his 
balls and inhales him. His mouth starts watering in 
anticipation. He kisses each testicle and licks his 
cock from the base to the tip. Keeping his eyes 
firmly on him he sucks him hard just like he likes. 
His lipstick smears down the length of his cock. It 
has taken practice to learn how to jerk him off while 
sucking but the practice has paid off. The constant 
crunching has slowed. A faraway look dulls the shine 
in his eyes. His eye lids droop slightly. He swallows 
the hand full of chips and licks his lips. Joe jacks 
him off while he sucks his balls. Chris likes it like 
this and Joe is content to do it. He sucks the left 
testicle into his mouth and rolls it around with his 
tongue. The smell of his brother's cock fills his 
nose and entrances Joe. He pulls a curly pube from 
his mouth and works the other testicle while stroking 
him. Chris sets the chip bag down and leans his head 
back still watching his movie. Still not looking at 
Joe. Well that does it. Joe wants to be acknowledged 
and seen. He kisses the tip of his cock and runs down 
the hall into the bathroom. Under the sink is the 
large tub of Vaseline. 

Joe grabs the hand towel and runs back into the 
living room. Thankfully Chris didn't put his boxers 
back on. He's rubbing his cock nonchalantly while 
watching the movie. His eyes flick to the tub of 
Vaseline and back to his movie. 

The lid is smeared with slimy tan fingerprints. The 
outside of the tub is coated with a layer of Vaseline 
indented with little brown finger prints. It's 
slippery to hold on to as he pries it open with his 
finger nails. He digs out a glob from within coating 
Chris's cock around the head and down the length and 
back applying more to the head. Joe pulls his panties 
down and puts a glob on his finger and slowly slides 
it all the way inside himself. He wipes his hand on 
the towel and straddles Chris. Chris leans around Joe 
to keep his eyes on the movie. Reaching around behind 
him Joe grabs his brother's cock and aligns the tip 
with his entrance.  He lowers himself but it keeps 
slipping off his tight little butt hole. Some 
recognition. Chris pulls Joes cheeks apart and 
thrusts himself up. The head slowly forces passes the 
resistance and firmly in. The shock and sting make 
Joe tense and whimper slightly. But he knows he has 
to relax just like Chris said. Joe is starting to get 
used to the pain from the sudden intrusion. Keeping 
his eyes on Chris he slowly lowers himself down. 
Chris's eyes roll back in his head and he pulls Joe 
down the rest of the way as he thrusts up. Impaled on 
his brother's cock he can feel his hair tickling his 
butt. It hurts at first but it slowly fades away and 
feels good. Joe slowly rocks himself back and forth 
as his brother slowly thrusts himself up and out. 

They make eye contact, finally. A huge swelling of 
pride fills Joe and he smiles into his brothers eyes. 
Joe wraps his arms around him and kisses his lips. 
Chris doesn't reciprocate the kiss. Joe doesn't mind 
too much. He kisses him down his neck like he likes 
and holds him close as his brother starts fucking him 
harder. 

Turn around. 

Joe stands and his brothers cock slides out and plops 
down against his stomach. Joe turns around and 
reaches back and guides his cock back inside. He 
slowly sits down. Chris watching as his cock 
disappears into his brother's ass. He puts his feet 
up on Chris's knees. Chris wraps his arms around him 
tightly and thrusts his cock deep inside. It hurts 
when it goes so deep. Joe grimaces at the pain but 
the feeling of being held so closely feels great. He 
makes his little girly moans like Chris told him to. 
His brothers strong arms wrapped tightly around him 
make Joe feel so safe and comfortable. The pain has 
faded away and Joe closes his eyes and rubs his ass 
back against his brother's cock. He rubs his bald 
little cock and makes it hard as he bounces on top of 
Chris's thrusts. Chris holds him tighter as he 
thrusts more determinedly. Joe loves being held like 
this. So secure and wanted. He just wants to stay in 
this embrace but he knows that Chris is about to cum 
in his butt. Chris says you have to be a grown up to 
cum. And to have hair. Joe thinks that the hair is 
kind of gross but he likes it when Chris cums. 

Chris pulls himself all the way out of his brother's 
ass and jerks himself off while rubbing the tip of 
his cock on Joe's little bald testicles. He shoots 
his warm cum on his brothers stomach and his little 
hard cock and balls. Chris holds Joe tightly for a 
perfect peaceful moment. Just the two of them no 
movie or family. Just being held in his strong arms 
with the satisfaction of knowing how well he pleased 
his brother. But the glow of the orgasm fades and 
Chris uses the towel to wipe his hand off and tilts 
his head to the side and continues watching his 
movie. 

Joe rubs the cum into his little cock and balls, rubs 
it all around like lotion. He loves the feeling of 
his brother's warm cum. He loves the cloudy milky 
color and the stickiness. He smears it all up to his 
stomach and around to his ribs. Joe wishes his 
brother could shoot more at once time. His little 
bald penis and testicles, stomach and ribs glisten. 
Happy with himself he slips off his brother's lap and 
uses the towel to clean Chris's cock and balls. He 
puts the towel back on the rail in the bathroom with 
the smears of Vaseline on the inside, to hide them. 
He rips off some toilet paper and wipes away the 
slippery residue on his hole and cheeks. 

Back on the sofa Chris sits naked on the plaid couch 
watching his movie. Joe thinks that is a good sign. 
That means he can continue to play with his penis. 
Joe puts the tip of his finger to the side of his 
mouth and titters slightly looking at his brothers 
big penis, limp and curled over, nestled in his dark 
patch of hair. Joe loves everything about it now. He 
used to hate it. The smell, the taste, the painful 
feeling inside his butt. But now can't get enough of 
it. The warmth and texture, everything he use to hate 
he now loves.  He uses his foot to pick up his 
panties on the floor and bring them to his hand. He 
slides them on and jumps on the couch and is about to 
bury his face in his brothers crotch. 

Go put on one of Pris's dresses. 

Joe's immediate plans came to a screeching halt. But 
Joe likes it when he plays dress up. It always leads 
to something good. 

Ok. Joe playfully hops off the couch and scurries 
down the hall into her room and rummages through 
Mary's drawers. Chris likes to call her Pris but 
that's not her real name. Don't know why he calls her 
that. 

All Mary's clothes are folded neatly in her drawers. 
Every article folded meticulously the same in perfect 
stacks. Joe sloppily pours over every perfect stack 
searching for dresses. He leaves every drawer open 
after he thoroughly searched them. Must be in the 
closet. Mary's clothes are hung in groups of color 
and style. Joe parts them at the yellows and pulls a 
spaghetti strap summer dress and holds it up to him, 
checking the length. He picks up the pleated skirt 
and gives a little pose. Cute.

He drops the hanger onto the carpet and pulls it 
roughly down over his body. Smooths it down over his 
figure and spins a little, twirling up the dress. Joe 
thinks it would be fun to dress like a girl more 
often. He thinks it would be fun to be one and wear 
all this cute stuff.

Back in the living room Chris lies on the couch and 
has his lower half under the blanket. But Joe sees 
the crumpled pile of his boxer shorts still lying on 
the floor. Joe picks up the edge of the dress and 
lightly twirls back and forth, nervous Chris won't 
like his choice. 

Do you like it?

Joe feels a tingle over his body as Chris flicks his 
eyes over to Joe taking in the smeared red lipstick, 
the dress and the tube socks. Yeah.

Relief washes over him and asks if he can cuddle next 
to him. 

No.

Rejection slams its door hard on Joe's face. Through 
the shock and the daze he can feel his eyes starting 
to tear up. Chris throws back the corner of the 
blanket revealing his soft limp dick, But you can 
suck my cock some more. 

Another huge wave of relief washes over him. He drops 
happily to his knees and starts licking his cock. 

Stick your ass out and lift up your dress. Joe knew 
that something good always comes from dressing up 
like a girl. Joe complies happily. He pulls the edge 
of the dress up over the wedgie of his faded pink 
panties. Chris pulls the wedgie up and deeper inside 
his cheeks. Joe gasps a little. 

Scoot this way some. Chris pulls Joes ass alongside 
the plaid couch. Joe pushes his ass back for their 
mutual enjoyment. He lays his chest on Chris's lap 
and holds his cock in both hands and slowly sucks his 
brothers limp and fresh from his ass cock. Joe 
doesn't care. The way Chris's cock feels in his mouth 
is perfect. He could suck on it all day or until his 
jaw hurt too much. Either way he is happy to suck his 
big brothers cock. 

Chris rubs Joe's pale ass. The feel of Chris's strong 
hands affectionately caressing his ass is wonderful. 
Joe is basking in this attention. He sticks his 
little butt further back encouragingly. You really 
have a nice ass. Joe pulls his mouth off his brothers 
soft cock long enough to thank him. Chris slips his 
fingers under the panties and probe at his dilated 
anus. Joe wiggles his butt tantalizingly. Chris 
pushes his first and second fingers firmly into his 
ass. Joe moans in the girly way Chris likes as they 
slide smoothly inside his tight warm ass still coated 
inside with Vaseline. 

You like this, Chris states. 

I like it when you fuck my ass. Joe knows what Chris 
likes to hear. And he swells with the satisfaction of 
knowing the right things to say as the cock in his 
hands immediately swells. A beautiful thing, in his 
hands, rising in desire for Joe. Not ignored as he 
immediately sucks hard and hungrily. He feels wanted 
as Chris pushes in his fingers and twists them in and 
out. Needed as Chris thrusts his cock up into his 
mouth.

The front door slams open and the Mommy stumbles in 
drunkenly with a cigarette held tightly in her lips 
and a silver beer can in her hand. She falls and 
braces herself with her free hand. Her purse falls 
off her shoulder and spills onto the carpeted 
entryway. Chris jumps in fright and quickly flips the 
blanket down over his cock and his brother, removing 
his fingers from his ass. Slowly and deliberately she 
lowers herself sitting. Joe sits and peeks out from 
under the blanket disappointed that she ruined such a 
good moment. The Mommy plucks the cig from her lips 
and slurs loudly out the door, You sunna bitch! You 
go back ta her an let her suck yur limp prick! 
Faggot!

An angry male voice shouts, Bitch! A horn blares 
loudly as the engine revs and the vehicle roars away 
still blaring the horn. Mary walks quickly around the 
Mommy, arms tightly crossed over her chest, red faced 
and tear streaked. She runs into her room and slams 
the door. The Mommy manages to crawl to the door and 
wave her middle finger around. She sits heavily with 
her back against the door frame and takes a break 
from all that exhausting dysfunction. In the distance 
the angry horn still blares. She exhales a cloud of 
smoke and finishes off what was left of her beer. 
Catching her breath she squints trying to keep her 
head from wobbling long enough to recognize who's on 
the couch. 

Chris! She puts her cig back between her tight lips 
and waves her arm about trying to get up. Come help 
me up. Chris sighs and pulls his boxers quickly on 
and grabs her hand and tries to pull her up. She gets 
mostly up and falls back down giggling and taking 
Chris with her. She hits solidly back against the 
door frame laughing. Chris stumbles over her legs and 
manages to keep his balance by straddling her. The 
Mommy giggles and looks up at him, You're such a 
sweet heart. She pulls the cig from her lips and 
wraps her arms around his waist hugging him. She puts 
the side of her face squarely against his hard on and 
squeezes. You're such a good boy. She inhales deeply 
as Chris awkwardly pats her head. The Mommy holds 
herself there as the room spins. Chris thinks she 
fell asleep. 

He shakes her shoulder, Mom! 

In her drunken muffled and sleepy voice she asks him 
to not shake her again or she'll be sick. Chris looks 
at Joe by the couch still peeking out from behind the 
blanket. Come help me. Joe and Chris manage to pull 
her up on to her feet and help her walk unsteadily to 
her bedroom. She mumbles drunkenly and they dump her 
onto her bed. 

They know the routine. Joe takes her cig and plucks 
it between his tight lips as they both wrestle the 
Mommy out of her shoes. Don't you ... 
smoking...Alex?...Chris! 

Chris exhales a small cloud of smoke, Ok Mom.

She fumbles with the buttons on her waitress shirt 
that she keeps buttoned low to her cleavage. Get this 
fushing shirt... She pulls weakly trying to break the 
buttons. She pulls and pops her top two buttons off. 
Exhausted by the effort she gives up. Lays her head 
down on the blanket as the spinning room finally 
overwhelms her consciousness and she fades away. 

Having gotten her shoes off Chris finishes the last 
of the Mommy cig and shoves it into the heaping pile 
in the ashtray. Joe grabs the nearest leg and starts 
trying to reposition her on the bed. He pulls her but 
she's heavy. Chris?

Look. You can see her tit. Enough of the buttons 
popped to allow Chris a full view into her shirt. 
Chris leans in slowly under the bright light from the 
ceiling fan. Quietly and slow as if she would 
suddenly awaken from her stupor and grab his wrist. 
He slips a button and looks in her face for a 
reaction. No response. He slips another button and 
another and... Chris?

Chris's body twitches and he sighs relieved and 
annoyed. Joe still has a hold of her leg watching. Is 
she going to wake up and be mad?

She wanted her shirt off.  Joe nods at the sound 
reasoning and watches as Chris pulls the shirt apart 
and reveals the Mommy's breasts. Large and pale 
white. Still mostly firm and shapely for having had 3 
kids. Small pink nipples and a little mole on the 
side of her left breast.  

Joe watches his brother's reaction. Chris stares at 
his mother's breasts and slightly points his jaw out 
and lifts his head up just a smidgen. Joe knows that 
look. It is rare the Joe gets any looks at all from 
him. But that one he knows. The kind of look Joe gets 
when he's on his knees looking up into his eyes 
sucking his cock and trying to deepthroat him. Joe 
immediately gets jealous and disappointed. He lets 
the Mommy's leg fall onto the bed. He wishes he had 
tits. 

I bet she would want her pants off too. 

Sullenly, Joe pouts, No. 

Come on. Chris unbuttons her pants delicately. Slowly 
and timidly he pulls the zipper. Her pale flesh and 
black pubic hair open before them. 

She wasn't wearing underwear! Chris's eyes blaze with 
excitement. She must really be a slut. He takes one 
side of the waist band and pulls. 

Come on Joe, help. Together they get her pants down 
over her knees. Chris stares up at the Mommy's 
exposed body as Joe tugs her pants down and off her 
feet. He watches as Chris drinks in the sight her 
body. His chest rises and falls with heavy fast 
breaths of arousal. Joe knows that breathing too. 
That's the breathing he gets when he's about to get 
bent over and fucked, hard. His jealousy deepens 
watching this reaction happen in him for her. Joe 
wishes he had a body like hers, only better and 
younger and not hers really at all because Joe thinks 
she's gross. 

Chris pulls his cock out from the gap in his boxer 
shorts and strokes it. His eyes are wide as he gorges 
on the sight of her body. His eyes search for any 
hint of waking on her unconscious face. The pale 
flesh of her neck to her breasts along the 
protrusions of her rib cage around her navel and over 
the field of her pubic hair. He strokes his hard cock 
and reaches between her legs and feels her between 
the hairy flaps of her pussy. Curiously over her 
sleeping clitoris and probing his middle finger 
inside her. The Mommy moans slightly and turns a 
touch. 

Chris momentarily frightened continues. Probing his 
finger a little deeper inside the soft depth of his 
Mother. Jealous, Joe walks timidly up behind Chris 
and softly trails his fingers down his back hoping he 
doesn't yell at him and tell him to stop. He 
delicately slides his fingertips down over his 
shoulder and around his waist, down onto his hand and 
around his brother's hard cock. He mimics the pacing 
and the stroking and Chris lets go of himself. Joe 
holds him delicately and gives his neck the little 
kisses that he likes. 

Chris opens the Mommy's legs apart further and 
watches as he pushes two fingers inside. Hard to 
compete for attention. Maybe if Joe had a hairy 
puss... yuck. Joe shudders to think. But Chris seems 
to like it. Joe slides around in front of him and 
looks him in the face, reversing his grips on Chris's 
cock but keeping up the pacing and length of stroke 
without breaking stride. Joe looks at the excitement 
blazing in his eyes of a new experience. His mouth 
slightly open in a little o. Joe squats and his 
pleated yellow dress fans out. He pulls Chris's 
boxers down making his hard cock point down. Joe 
wrestles it out of the hole in front of his boxers 
and it springs back with a thump against his waist. 
Not wasting any time Joe wraps his pretty red lips 
around it. Chris moans at the sensation and the Mommy 
sleepily moans as he shoves three fingers inside her. 

Oh Man. She's starting to get juicy. Chris seems 
excited. Determined not to lose Joe uses both hands 
to work the shaft and balls whilst he increases 
sucking pressure. 

Chris moans, Oh yeah. You like that don't you slut. 
He shoves four fingers forcefully inside her and the 
Mommy moans sleepily. Chris starts fucking her with 
his four fingers and the Mommy moans more. She lifts 
her leg up onto the bed but it slides off. Chris 
pulls his cock out of his Joes mouth and walks around 
her leg and in between them. Joe sighs in defeat. He 
sits on the bed and crosses his legs at the knee 
watching as Chris rubs the head of his cock against 
the Mommy's gross hairy pussy. Chris looks up at the 
sleepy and moaning Mommy as if he can't believe this 
is really happening. He looks down as he positions 
himself and slowly thrusts his length into her. The 
Mommy moans and rolls her head around. 

It's so soft and juicy. Chris leans over her and 
grabs her breasts in both hands. The Mommy moans some 
more as Chris pinches her nipples. Joe sees that mean 
smile creep across his face. The smile that says he 
knows it hurts and he likes that. This is usually 
when Chris would spank Joe whilst fucking him really 
hard till he was whimpering and sobbing. 

Like that slut? Chris thrusts his cock hard inside 
the Mommy. Joe watches the smirking mean smile and 
bright eyes remembering the pain of being fucked hard 
like that. But if Chris likes it Joe lets him. He 
looks at the Mommy's sleeping face. She looks as if 
she's really enjoying her dream. Joe wonders what she 
might be dreaming about as her oldest son rapes her 
in front of her youngest. The Mommy just moans. Chris 
fucks her roughly then announces he's coming and 
shoves his hips forward fiercely as he wastes all the 
tasty cum inside the Mommy. Bitch. Doesn't even know 
how good she just got it. Joe jealously observes as 
Chris pulls his wet cock out of her and looks at the 
cum drip out and soaking into the top blanket. Chris 
catches his breath while calling her a slut, whore 
and a bitch. Chris pulls up his boxers and goes back 
to the plaid couch and continues watching the movie. 

Joe looks at the unconscious Mommy. Lying in her 
unbuttoned shirt. Her breasts lightly fall and raise 
with her shallow breaths. Pants and panties hanging 
off her socked foot. Legs open in a V, knees bent and 
hanging off the bed, pussy dripping with cum. How 
many nights has she passed out just like this. Maybe 
Chris was right. Maybe she is a slut whore bitch.



2. The Mall

Joe remembers seeing Mary red faced and crying. 
Curious he walks by Chris content with himself as 
sits on the plaid couch. Arms stretched out along the 
top of the cushions, legs spread open widely, 
slightly grinning as he watches some movie. Joe 
resists the impulse to squeeze under those arms and 
hold him. Press his flesh against his, solid, warm 
and smooth... 

Joe forces himself down the hall. He can hear her 
light sobs through the door. Her muffled sadness 
instantly softens him. He taps lightly with his soft 
little finger and twists the handle. Unlocked. He 
opens it slightly and peers in. Mary is sniffling as 
she refolds the clothes from the dresser. Her bed is 
a heap of clothes from dumping out all the drawers. 
She stacks each article perfectly into position after 
precisely and passionately refolding her purple 
underwear. Joe walks quietly and gently in. The smell 
of her perfume is strong, familiar and pleasant. Joe 
really likes that smell. Somehow it smells soft and 
sweet. 

Mary...? 

She looks up angrily as she recognizes the dress he's 
wearing. Did you go through my drawers too?

Demurely he stands, one hand behind his back holding 
the elbow of his other, shoulders slumped, one foot 
kinda shoved behind the toe of the other, chin down. 
He doesn't want to upset her with the truth but he 
knows he has to. He nods and looks for her reaction. 
Slightly softening her tense face muscles. Relief? 

Good. I thought she had her slimy disgusting hands on 
my clothes. She sniffles the thick mucus back higher 
into her nasal cavity and flips a stray hair out of 
her face as she creases a perfect right angle fold 
into a cute pair of kitty panties. 

Those are cute. 

Thanks. Already she looks less tense. The red in her 
face is slowly softening to her normal pink. Her 
folding actions are less aggressive. 

Joe pulls a tissue from the box on her small desk. 
Here. She finishes folding her kitty panties into a 
perfect square and takes the tissue. She sits heavily 
on her bed and blows her nose. Joe sits next to her 
and holds her soft clammy hand in his. She fidgets 
with the wet waded tissue. The silence between them 
stretches out. I'm sorry I messed up your clothes. 

I thought you would've known I hang up my dresses.

I didn't know what I wanted till I saw it. 

Mary looks him over in his, no her dress. Thick red 
lipstick and white tubes socks. Dark rings around his 
green eyes from the Mommy's eye shadow. Shaggy 
outgrown hair. She admits he looks good in it but his 
makeup needs work. And no socks are better than those 
socks. She smiles and lets a chuckle out. Joe smiles 
and raises his legs so they can better see the old 
tube socks bunched up around his ankles. Mary holds 
her nose and grimaces as she catches a whiff of the 
odor. Ahh, God those stink. Joe drops his feet back 
down and apologizes. 

Don't you know how to use the washing machine?

No.

Silence again. Time quietly stretching out as they 
sit holding hands. I'll show you.

You can have it back.

What?

This dress.

No. You can wear it longer if you want.

Thanks. Curiosity gets the better of him, Who was 
that outside.

She gets up off the bed and continues folding her 
clothes. My Dad.

Is that why you're sad?

No. 

She folds her ankle length socks into a perfect 
square. Kind of. She won't let me live with him. Says 
I can't. Says the papers won't let him. I'm not even 
supposed to be alone with him...I hate her. I hope 
she OD's. 

Joe watches her as she carefully places her socks 
into the drawer. Why can't you be alone with your 
Dad?

Mary says it doesn't matter. That it's stupid. But 
Joe can see the look in her face. Like she has a 
secret that makes her happy. If she doesn't want to 
tell him Joe is ok with not knowing. Why do you like 
to wear dresses?

Joes mind flashes back to the moment on the couch 
with Chris right before the Mommy burst in and ruined 
it. He glows with the memory. I just like them.

Mary can see that there is more than his answer 
illustrates. You just like them? 

Memories of  ridding Chris's cock in a few other of 
her pretty dresses flash by. Happiness and 
contentment swell inside him. But Chris always said 
to not tell anyone. Anyone. He underlined it 
threateningly with his big strong fists. Not that he 
needed to. Joe wouldn't have told anyone anyways. And 
still won't. Yep, he says with a big smile and a 
shrug.

I bet it's a sex thing. Mary whips the wrinkles out 
of her shirt and starts working it into a perfect 
rectangle. Do you masturbate in my dresses?

No.

I bet you do. I bet you are even wearing panties. 

Joe's feels his face flush with embarrassment. 

Mary reads the look and laughs. Really? She laughs 
some more as she finishes her perfect rectangle 
shirt. I have all ten pairs of mine. Where...Did you 
get them from my old clothes out in the shed?

His cheeks burn and his throat feels thick. He nods.

Let me see which ones. Mary lifts up the edge of the 
yellow pleated dress and Joe pushes her hands down. 
He wines for her to stop, playfully.

Mary bats his hand away, You know you want me to see, 
pervert. 

Joe pulls his hands away. His heart beats hard and 
quickly in his chest. His face burns and flushes. She 
raises the skirt, I remember those! I wore those when 
I when I was like 9. I wore them the most cause they 
were so pretty. Hard to believe they would fit you, 
actually. She pulls at the stretched out elastic band 
by his inner leg. Her finger lightly glides over his 
smooth thigh and he jumps a little, tickled. How are 
these not cutting off your circulation? Joe shrugs. 

Mary sees the little bulge of his penis barely 
pushing out the front of her old panties... Is this 
your little penis? She playfully rubs the small lump 
over the panties. Joe giggles. It's so small. Joe 
bites his lower lip watching as she focuses on his 
little penis. Can I see it? Joe nods. She pulls the 
top band down over his bald little boy cock and 
balls. It's so tiny. Like a lot smaller then you 
should be. Mary holds his little testicle between her 
fingertips gently rolling it around, messaging it. 
You should probably see the nurse tomorrow at school. 
I think you should be bigger. 

Joes little penis hardens and expands to his full 
length no bigger than Mary's little finger. It's just 
so cute. Phew, you smell like semen. You obviously 
masturbate in my clothes. She rises from the bed and 
continues to fold her clothes. 

I don't.

Whatever. You need to take a shower and wash those 
old panties, or just throw them away they're too 
small for you and me. 

I like wearing them. They're cute. Joe stands and 
pulls the panties back into their comfortable 
position.

Mary picks off an invisible piece of lint from her 
perfectly rectangular shirt and places it on the 
stack, she flicks the lent into her empty trash can. 
They do look good on you. You do make a pretty girl. 
Emily gives Joe a once over appraising his 
attributes. How about we go to the mall and look at 
some clothes and get a makeover. 

I already have enough clothes.

Girl clothes that are your size.

Joe's eyes light up. He glances over at his sister's 
closet and imagines what it would be like to have all 
her clothes. A closet full of cute clothes. Yes, 
please. Sounds fun.

Good. I'll finish up here while you go take a shower.

But, what about the money?

I'm sure she has some we can take.

Ok.

Joe peels the thin bar of soap from the indented 
plastic area in the shower. The water hisses down 
with minimal water pressure. Joe rubs the bar against 
his legs working a lather. Over his pale and slender 
calves and up his smooth thighs. He rubs the bar 
under his little testicles and over his small penis 
shyly receded from the water temperature. He pushes 
the bar of soap between his cheeks and  along his ass 
crack. The bar of soap slips from his grip and slides 
down the dirty beige plastic tub and circles around 
by the drain. Bending over he the water hits his back 
and drips down his face and off his nose. He picks up 
the soap and continues his shower. He rubs the bar of 
soap over his chest and hard little nipples. They 
feel like little electric shocks shooting through his 
body as he washes them. Under his soft bare armpits 
and down his thin arms. The soap suds build in the 
slowly rising water at his feet. 

He picks up the empty shampoo bottle and shakes it. 
He fills it with water and swishes it around and 
pours the soapy liquid onto his hair and places it 
back on the plastic indention of a shelf. Clean.

He steps out onto a red crusty bathmat and rummages 
through the pile of old dirty towels heaped by the 
toilet. The brown and white floral pattern pulls free 
easily from the heap. He dries himself and slides his 
panties back up his clean slender legs and pulls the 
dress back on. He looks down the hall into the living 
room and notices Chris isn't sitting on his couch. 
Curious, Joe slips down the hall. The Mommy's room is 
on the opposite end and through the open door Joe 
sees Chris's naked ass flexing between the Mommy's 
splayed legs. He can hear the flat impact of his hips 
thrusting as he fucks the Mommy, again. Jealousy and 
rejection slowly burn inside him as he watches his 
brother's sexy ass. He wants to go join them again 
but he had made plans with Mary. He turns reluctantly 
away when he hears Chris tell his unconscious mother 
that he's going to cum. He says, Yeah. Take it whore. 
Mmmm. 

He closes the door behind him and Mary's clean 
perfect room is like an oasis. The smell is sweeter. 
The sunlight streaming through her window seems 
brighter and warmer. She puts the last article back 
into her dresser. She notices his lack of makeup, 
washed away. You look much better.

Thanks. 

Did you remember to wash behind your ears. She grabs 
his little ears and rubs them. Joe playfully pushes 
her hands away. Stop that. You always use to do that. 

Mary smiles and Joe can see the sadness still lingers 
in her eyes but for the moment at least she can 
smile. Are you wearing those old nasty panties?

Joe doesn't want to answer yes and be made to hand 
them over but he can't help but nod. You should take 
those off and give them to me. Mary holds her hand 
out waiting for the wad of stinky warm panties.

But I want to keep them.

I'll give them back. I just want to wash them.

Joe slides the little girl panties down his legs and 
steps out of them reluctantly. He hands them to her 
and she puts them in her dirty clothes hamper inside 
her closet and closes the doors. Get your shoes and 
I'll get the money. 

Kay.

In the bedroom he rummages through the piles of 
clothes and junk on their floor. He finds his shoes 
kicked under his bed. He remembers how Chris taught 
him how to tie his shoes. The bunny ears, running 
around the tree and into the hole. Presto!

Joe walks into the living room and notices that Chris 
isn't watching the movie. He looks jealously at the 
Mommy's closed door. Imagining that Chris was 
fiercely fucking him instead of her. Bitch. Joe 
watches as Mary rummages through the contents of the 
Mommy's spilled purse. The open wallet is empty 
sitting among the empty cigarette packs and 
individually wrapped tampons. Mary opens the small 
container by the makeup compact and pulls out a bunch 
of small baggies with white powder and others with 
just little pieces of gravel. Seems odd to Joe that 
the Mommy would carry those around with her. Mary 
shoves the baggies back into the container and looks 
into the Mommy's empty purse and feels around inside. 
She unzips a small pocket and pulls out a thinly 
folded bill. Mary looks satisfied and stuffs it in 
her pocket. 

She turns to Joe, Ready?

Wishing that he was cuddling on the couch with Chris 
with the taste of his cum in his mouth. The slimy 
feel of Vaseline between his cheeks while he drips 
the cum from inside him. Joe shrugs resignedly, Ok. 
	

Behind their green and white trailer, in the over 
grown weeds and grass they take their old rusty 
bikes. Joe has Mary's old bike from when she was 
younger. It's smaller with multicolored streamers off 
the handle bars and a little white basket in front. 
Mary takes Chris's bike, which he never rides. 

Together they ride down the dirt road. The sweet 
smell of fragrant grasses and wild flowers fill the 
hot and humid summer air. They ride to the paved road 
and follow it down into town. The heat and the 
exertion have them both sweating when they arrive at 
the mall.

Inside the air conditioning hits them like an orgasm. 
Oh Gawd this feels so good. They stand in the 
entrance fanning themselves and soaking in the cool 
air. Mary suggests getting a cool drink at the place 
in the food court. They sit at the tables and share a 
large paper cup of ice water. Joe watches the other 
people. Some families sitting together. The Dad and 
Mom and siblings laughing and eating. Some groups 
sitting and talking. Couples on dates or just friends 
being together. They all are happy looking. Joe 
wonders what it would be like to have been a part of 
their families or be the friend at the table. Joe 
feels lonely. All around him are images of 
relationships he doesn't have.

Mary offers him the mostly empty cup of water and 
asks him if he's ok. She says he looks sad. Joe says 
he's fine with a smile and sucks up the last of the 
water. Mary says perhaps some girl time will cheer 
him up. And the idea does bring a smile to his face. 
Mary grabs his hand, Come on. She leads him down the 
mall towards the cosmetic stall. Her hand is cool and 
clammy in his soft little hand. Joe enjoys the simple 
gesture of affection. Mary is hardly ever home but 
she is always so very sweet, like a good big sister. 
Even though he doesn't have the life that those happy 
people had in the food court at least he has her, and 
this moment. He wraps his other arm around her 
slender arm and pushes his face against her shoulder 
in an awkward walking hug. She smiles at him, patting 
his hand. 

He smiles brightly back at her, Thank you for this.

You're welcome honey.

The Asian woman at the cosmetic stall watches them 
approach with a hungry look. You want make up? I make 
you up. I do you both, good price.

Just her please. Mary gestures to Joe and Joe feels 
slightly frightened. He doesn't want to let go of 
Mary and be alone and vulnerable. Joe just stands 
there holding Mary's hand. 

The Asian woman laughs to Mary, She shy. 

Mary coxes Joe into the chair and holds his hand as 
the Asian woman talks in her broken English to fill 
the silence of the situation. Joe feels vulnerable 
and helpless in the chair and squeezes Mary's hand 
when she brings out the sharp looking eyeliner. The 
whole process is pretty painless. Joe looks in the 
mirror and is amazed. She used so much less than he 
does. Subtle. Just a touch of dark eye shadow around 
the eyes was all that was needed with the eye liner 
and mascara. Mary didn't let her use any of concealer 
or rouge just lipstick, a very soft pink to contrast 
the dark eye makeup.

Joe's emotions swell and he smiles so happily. 
Beauty. His face has beauty. And this scary Asian 
woman was able to bring the beauty to the surface and 
highlight it. Thank you so much! 

You very pretty girl.

Joe looks back into the mirror and sees a pretty 
girl. Mary buys the products that she used on Joe and 
takes the little plastic bag. Thank you.

Together they walk through the mall, hand in hand. 
Joe feels attractive and shy. He notices all the guys 
and girls looking at him as they pass. Some of their 
eyes are bright like they see something they like and 
others hard like they're angry at him. Joe is not 
used to all the passive attention. Mary compliments 
him and says he looks so pretty. 

They walk through the large opening of the clothing 
store. All the clothes are hung on circular racks and 
all the customers walk in circles sorting through 
each one. Joe imagines that it's like a ballroom 
dance. One woman holds a sleeve of a soft looking 
brown sweater, steps back and poses as she reads the 
price tag.  Then she lets it fall gracefully as she 
walks lightly around the rack and repeats the process 
with the next and so on. 

Mary stops in front of a wall full of plastic wrapped 
packages of underwear. All the packages look the same 
except for the colors of the panties inside them. Joe 
asks Mary if there are any thongs. 

I don't think they make thongs for kids. Mary grabs a 
package and says, These are close. They're cut high 
to show cheek and a low waist band. Kind of sexy. 
Surprised they make these for your size. Go try them 
on. 

Really?

Yeah. Mary leads him to the dressing room and 
explains that they need to make sure these are the 
right size. The girl smiles understandingly and cuts 
the top off the plastic bag for them. Mary says she 
be right outside. 

Alone in the dressing room Joe looks at himself in 
the full length mirror. His yellow spaghetti strap 
summer dress and his fresh make up, shaggy blond 
hair. He lifts up his dress over his pale slender 
thighs and above his little bald penis. It hangs 
there defiantly. He covers it with three fingers and 
imagines himself without it in the mirror. He sighs 
and turns around lifting the dress over his butt. How 
he wishes Chris's hard cock was pounding away inside 
him right now. He would love the way I look. Joe 
spreads his cheeks apart and clinches his little hole 
closed, open, closed. Mary knocks lightly on his door 
and asks if they fit, startling him. 

Just a sec. He opens the crinkly package and pulls 
the first pair. He likes the color, dark purple with 
a light blue strip along the top forming into a 
little bow at the front. How cute. He slides them up 
his legs feeling the soft material glide along his 
pale skin and up over his little penis and snugly 
around his waist. It appears they fit. He turns 
around and likes how they look like his old panties 
at home. The back shows off the lower half of his 
butt just like Chris likes. 

Do they fit?

Yes.

Here. Mary hands another package over the top of the 
door. Try these on. Joe looks at the package in his 
hand, bras. Joe takes the first from the package, 
white with little blue squares and a blue ribbon in 
the center. This one isn't open in the back like one 
of the Mommy's large bras lying on her floor. He 
slides the thin yellow straps off his slender 
shoulders and the yellow dress falls to the floor 
around his ankles. He puts his arms through the bra 
and pulls it over his head, down over his chest. The 
reflection in the mirror mocks him with her beauty 
and girl underwear. But it's a lie. Joe's little 
penis is so small that the bulge barely shows through 
the cute panties, but it's there. 

Do they fit? The handle shakes impatiently. Let me 
in.

Joe covers his breasts with his arm and opens the 
door a touch. Mary slips in quickly and observes him. 
Move your arm so I can see. Joe drops his arm shyly 
and stands with his chin down and his knee bent 
slightly looking up into Mary's appraising eyes. His 
panties come just to the start of his waist and fit 
snug against his thin protruding hips. She feels the 
tension along the waistband. Satisfied she pulls a 
short denim skirt from under her arm. I think these 
might fit you. 

Joe likes the way that the skirt looks; pleated and 
flared at the ends, girly and cute. Oh those are 
cute! Joe forgets his modesty and can't wait to see 
what those will look like on him. He steps quickly 
out of Mary's dress and pulls them up. Giddy at the 
cuteness, These are so cute. The ruffled ends stop at 
his mid-thigh. He turns around and lifts the backup 
showing his cheeky cute panties. Imagining wearing 
these while Chris fucks his ass up against a wall 
like last time. Chris would slide his panties aside 
and slip his hard hot cock between his cheeks and 
passed his tight hole and deep inside him. Joe always 
has to brace himself with his hands against the wall 
and push his ass back against him to keep from being 
smashed up against it. Chris would grab his hips and 
pound roughly which always makes that hot slapping 
sound and makes his balls slap up against his own 
tiny ones. Joe wishes it was happening right here in 
this bright fluorescent changing room. Smashed up 
against the flimsy wall while watching Chris watch 
himself fucking him. His muscles lightly showing 
under his taunt stomach. His thighs flexing as he 
pushes his hard cock fully inside. He would make the 
girly moans Chris likes every time he felt the deep 
tingle of his brothers cock completely inside him. 
The sense of being fully connected to him. Finally 
basking in his fickle attentions and affections. 

You like?

His cheeks are slightly blushed with arousal, Yes. 

Look how aroused you are from looking at yourself. 

Joe smiles openly at her. Mary's humorous glimmer in 
her eyes as she studies his face. Joe can't help the 
warm flush on his face and glow in him. He drops the 
skirt back over his cute panties. 

I also got this. Mary holds up a sleeveless cream 
button up shirt, To go with it. Joe likes the style 
and color. Girl clothes are so much better than boys. 
So cute. He buttons it up over his bra and the bottom 
of the shirt comes up above his belly button. His 
pale flat stomach and protruding hips show girlishly. 
The shirt is the same color and complexion as his 
skin. Joe's heart melts at the complete cuteness of 
his reflection. He sequels and hugs Mary. He says he 
loves it. He says he never thought he could look so 
cute.

You make a cute girl. She smooths some of his hair 
behind his ear affectionately. He feels a glow of 
gratitude, love and affection for her. Her soft 
fingers brush lightly against his ear and cheek. So 
rare to get attentions without having to work so hard 
for them, without having to get fucked to be noticed. 
So this is what it feels like to be cared for? To be 
loved? To be considered. He clasps his heads together 
at his chest and watches her lips as he leans in and 
kisses her, making him look cross eyed to her. Lips 
puckered against her soft lips. Mary quickly 
overcomes her stun and puckers her lips back against 
his. Happiness radiates out of him like a bright 
light bulb before it bursts. She returned his kiss. 
Chris never does that. He lets the firm kiss linger a 
moment. Curious if she would open her mouth like 
those girls in movies, but she doesn't. Joe breaks 
the kiss and looks into her green eyes, Thanks for 
all this. 

Mary smiles softly and tells him that he's welcome. 
Joe looks at his reflection again. Mary says I also 
got these. She pulls a two piece swimming suit out 
from under her arm. 

Joe laughs, What else have you got under there?

This is it. She holds the red bikini top up and 
matching bottom. I got the one with the ruffles that 
hang down so you don't have to worry about anyone 
seeing that cute little bulge of yours. The warm 
feeling of being considered rekindles. Joe is glad 
for it because he would be worried. 

Want to go swimming?



3. Nachos 

They ride their bikes to the pool. Joe insisted on 
carrying all the bags. He cleverly put them all into 
the bigger bag and rode with them wedged carefully 
into the white plastic bucket between his handlebars. 
They ride over the gray asphalt, the multicolored 
streamers from Joe's handlebars blow lazily in the 
hot wind.

Along the way they stop at the drug store and Mary 
says she is going to run in real quick. She'll be 
right back. So Joe waits with their bikes on the curb 
by the sliding glass door. He watches cars swoosh by 
on the long gray road. He looks at all their faces 
some even notice him as they continue on in their 
life; connected with him for that small flicker of a 
moment. 

The doors slide open and Joe looks over at Mary 
carrying a bottle of water and a small white bottle. 
Here. She puts the white bottle into the basket with 
the other goodies. She cracks the bottle and takes a 
big sweaty drink. It's hot. She gives the bottle to 
her brother who takes a large drink as well. 	They're 
both drenched in sweat by the time they reach the 
pool. Joe takes the bag and the white bottle from his 
basket. Mary pays and leads him into the girls 
changing room. Joe takes his new swimming suit from 
the bag and looks at the other girls changing into 
and out of their clothes. Mary strips off her wet 
shirt and reveals the bikini she had on underneath. 
She apparently had swimming in mind before they left 
the house. 

She notices his hesitation. Tells him not to worry. 
Tells him he's just one of the girls. She leans in 
and whispers except you have a penis. Joe watches as 
she pulls off her shorts. The green bikini beneath 
gets pulled slightly aside and he can see her bald 
pubic area. Which looks much better than those nasty 
black hairs like the Mommy has. He looks around at 
the other girls observing their bodies in various 
states of nakedness. The fake blond with her pants 
off helping her young daughter into her cute one 
piece. The bigger sister beside her with her pale 
butt pointing at him. Mary nudges him on the 
shoulder. Tells him to stop gawking, it's rude. 
Turning his back to them he reaches up under the 
yellow dress and pulls his new panties down. He steps 
out of them and into the red bikini. It fits 
perfectly. He pulls the dress up over his head and 
Mary helps tie the top to his chest. He feels 
uncomfortable showing so much of his body to all the 
strangers at the pool. He tries to walk confidently 
like Mary. 

They find a spot in the sun. Mary squirts the lotion 
on her skin. Would you get my back? 

Sure. Joe notices the life guard staring at him. Joe 
meets his eye and he looks away quickly. Joe realizes 
that he was staring at his ass. The feeling makes him 
smile and forget about all the other people for a 
moment. He squeezes out a string of lotion down her 
back and hands her the bottle back. He rubs the 
lotion into her back noticing for the first time that 
she has a lot of freckles around her shoulders. He 
looks around at the other people splashing in the 
pool. Kids yelling and diving into the cool 
refreshing water. Fat people float on inter tubes 
spinning lazily under the scorching sun. Mary hands 
him the lotion and tells him to turn around. She rubs 
the left over lotion from her hands into his 
shoulders. He squirts some into his hand and rubs his 
stomach and chest. Mary holds out her hand and Joe 
squirts some lotion into it. She continues working it 
into his back which feels really good, like a 
massage. 

He notices the life guard staring at him again. They 
make eye contact and the life guard smiles, Joe feels 
flattered. He smiles back and checks him out. Sun 
bleached blond shaggy hair, bronze skin and sexy 
muscle definition. His bright blue eyes fixed on him. 
Maybe Chris's age or a year younger. Mary says she's 
done with his back. He nonchalantly turns so that his 
little butt points towards the life guard. He bends 
over rubbing lotion on his legs. He looks behind him 
as he finishes his calves and feet and catches him 
staring at his butt. They smile at each other and 
giggle. 

Mary says something lost in the murmur of the public 
pool and jumps straight into the deep end. She sinks 
into the cool depths and rises back up into the sun 
and air. Cool and comfortable she motions for Joe to 
get in. He doesn't want to ruin his make up by 
jumping in so he walks awkwardly into the pool from 
the shallow end. His body tense against the chill as 
he wades out into the water waist deep. He keeps 
walking deeper until he's up to his neck and his body 
slow relaxes and accepts the sudden change. Relief 
from the heat. He leans his back against the side of 
the pool and loses himself in the moment. The cool 
water encasing him, the loud jumble of multiple 
conversations, the occasional kids screaming, 
splashing and the merciless sun blazing down on them. 
Mary splashes him.

Stop. He wines.

Mary smirks and calls him a sissy mimicking his wine.

I don't want my makeup ruined. She splashing him 
again. She says he sweated it off already. That 
changes things. Joe dunks his face and pushes his 
hair back. They splash each other for a while. Mostly 
they lean against the side quietly staying cool. 

Mary wants to get some nachos from the concession 
stand. They both hop quickly over the burning 
concrete on the balls of their feet and sit in the 
shaded table area. The pool water drips from the 
bodies and puddles beneath the plastic coated wire 
mesh picnic tables. They pick chips out from under 
the yellow layer of cheese, brown meat and jalapenos. 
Mary says the life guard has been looking at him. Joe 
blushes happily. Mary measures his expression and 
sees how flattered he is. 

He doesn't like me, I'm a boy. He likes me cause he 
thinks I am a girl. Joe crunches a chip into his 
mouth. Tasty.

She chews her mouthful, Exactly. She bites another 
chip with a loud crunch. He likes what he sees. Mary 
crunches down on another chip as the life guard 
appears, shirtless, tan, young, strong and sexy. Joe 
stops chewing with another chip halfway to his mouth. 
He says hi and introduces himself. Said his name was 
Stan. He offers his hand to Joe and looks expectantly 
at him. Joe is overwhelmed with his body, voice and 
attention. As if his mind short circuited he stares 
into his bright and pale blue eyes. Lost.

Her name is Joe. Mary lightly kicks his foot breaking 
the spell. Joe catches up to the etiquette required 
and offers his hand but there's a chip in it. He puts 
the chip in his mouth and takes his hand. Their palms 
brush together softly as he firmly shakes Joe's small 
pruned hand. 

Hi Joe. 

Hi. Embarrassed he chews the chip. Feeling like an 
idiot. 

Stan shakes Mary's hand and she introduces herself. 
Can I have a chip? Stan doesn't wait for the response 
and snatches one with a large jalapeno on it. Which 
is fine to Joe since they're too hot for him, and so 
is the heat and so is he. Joe's mind suddenly turns 
back on as he checks Stan out in closer detail. He 
just wants to trace his muscles with his soft 
fingertips. Joe looks down to his crotch and makes 
out the bulge of his penis hidden behind his shorts. 
The thought of his penis makes his cheeks blush and 
feel slightly light headed. He tries to hide his 
arousal by eating another chip.  

Stan the lifeguard makes small talk about the 
weather. Yes it is hot. He inquires about their age. 
Mary says 13. Which is a lie but if Mary wants him to 
think that it's ok with Joe. Stan says he is 15. Says 
he hates school but loves football and wrestling. Joe 
has never been good at sports. Mary says she has to 
go to the little girl's room. She leaves Joe suddenly 
very alone and floundering through the awkward social 
interaction. 

Stan sits on the table next to him. His feet are up 
on the bench and his legs are spread. In the corner 
of Joe's eye he can see up the leg of his shorts. He 
feels Stan's blue eyes visually massaging him. Joe 
shyly meets his eyes. I saw you see me watching you 
put on your sun lotion. They both laugh at how silly 
that statement was. Joe takes a tiny bite off a chip 
under the heavy awkward silence. 

Stan looks around at the other people apparently 
losing interest in him. Joe can't help himself. He 
leans back enough to look down the leg of his shorts. 
Down in the back, away from the sun Stan's soft white 
dick hangs in its small nest of pubes. Looks smaller 
then Chris's but just as tasty. He touches Stan's leg 
and feels the strong calf muscle. Stan immediately 
whips his eyes back on to Joe. It's hard beneath his 
hand not soft and squishy like his own. You're very 
strong.

Thank you. He grins vainly and flexes his biceps. Joe 
feels his strong arms and shoulders. Imagining what 
being held in his arms whilst being fucked would feel 
like. 

Hey Stan!

Stan pulls his attention away and looks at an older 
man. Very tan and wearing red shorts and a red hat, 
white strip down the bridge of his nose whistle 
around his neck. He points to his watch and Stan says 
he has to go. Says his breaks over. Joe says bye. 
Stan says he will keep his eye on her.

Her...Joe sighs into his chips. Mary reappears. How 
did it go?

I wish I didn't have a penis.

Mary's heart melts. She sits on the bench next to him 
and hugs him. You know some boys become girls. 

Hope surges up through the hopeless depths of his 
depression. Really?

Yeah. It's like a whole process and it takes a while. 
But, yeah. In the end they have boobs and a...Mary 
points to her crotch and says, A Woohoo. 

Joe giggles. Mary takes another chip. The crunch has 
started to stale. Ugh, these are getting nasty. Joe 
nods and leans back from the table. Mary takes his 
hand, Let's get some sun. 

They go back to their area where the bags are and 
Mary pulls out a couple of beach towels. 

Where did you get those?

Mary lays hers out flat and smooths all the wrinkles 
out of it. The bags. 

But we didn't buy any towels. 

Mary lies down on her back eyes closed. If she 
doesn't want to talk about it that's alright with 
him. He unfolds the towel and lays back. The bright 
sun envelops them. Joe feels sleepy after his chips 
and finds himself drifting off into the soft oblivion 
of rest. 

Mary shakes him awake and tells him he should roll 
over. Let the sun cook his pale back too. Joe has no 
idea how long he was napping. He rolls over and puts 
his head on his arms. The pool crowd has thickened 
some. The chaotic pool soundtrack lulls his heavy 
eyelids lower. Safe in the anonymity of the crowd. 
The sun saps his energy and he slips away. 

Some passing kids trample Joe and alarm him back into 
consciousness. The two brats don't even apologize. 
They scamper off carelessly knocking into everyone 
and their stuff before their path of destruction ends 
at the edge of the pool. Where they both stop looking 
into the shimmering depths. One kid pushes the other 
one in and he turns and grabs him and they fall in 
together. Little shits. 

Joe sits up and yawns. Hot and sweaty he grabs the 
bottle of water next to Mary. She breathes softly as 
she lays on her stomach. Arms and legs strait out 
besides her, head turned to the side. A little tuft 
of hair had fallen over her face and it puffs out 
with every breath. Joe lightly pushes it back off her 
face. 

Tired from the nap and the sun he cools off in the 
pool. The sudden chill shocks him and soothes him at 
the same time. He pulls himself up on the side of the 
pool and lets his legs dangle in the water. He leans 
back on his arms and notices Stan the lifeguard 
staring openly at him. Joe feels the flush of 
flattery creep back up into his cheeks under the 
fresh layer of water dripping off him. Joe smiles and 
waves at him. Stan waves back. Another life guard 
approaches the life guard chair and Stan climbs down 
and the other takes his place. Joe watches as he 
bounces and does a double flip off the diving board, 
parting the water with minimal splash. After a few 
moments Joe doesn't see his head pop up. Time 
stretches and every passing moment Joe thinks that 
maybe he hit his head on the bottom of the pool and 
has drowned. He looks at the other life guard who is 
busy staring at a group of girls beside him. No signs 
of anyone reacting. No hero's or screaming women. 
Just pool people swimming. Joe sits up and looks 
around worried just as Stan pops up right between his 
legs with his big smile. Stan wipes the water from 
his eyes and smooths his hair back. 

You see my dive?

Relief washes over him. Yeah. It was really good. 
Hardly a splash.

Thanks. Stan wipes a few drops from his eyes and 
scans the crowd again. Joe looks at his head between 
his knees and the red ruffle bathing suit. He feels 
his little penis harden. Curious. It rarely does that 
on its own. But Joe knows it's so small it will 
hardly make a bulge. Even so he is glad for the 
ruffle flap that comes down over it. 

Joe likes the view of Stan between his legs and the 
secret of knowing his penis is hard. You can hold 
your breath for a long time. 

That's nothing I've held my breath for way longer 
than that. My record is like 3 minutes.

Wow. That's long. Joe bites the corner of his lower 
lip thinking how sexy he is. 

Want to time me?

Joe shrugs and scoots up to the edge of the pool. Ok. 

Ok. Stan bobs up and down. One. He pushes his air out 
of his lungs. Two.  He bobs up and sucks in a deep 
breath. 

Joe pushes his head down under the water playfully, 
Three.

Stan pops up quickly smiling big. He pulls Joes legs 
and he slides off into the water with a girly yelp. 
Stan ducks him playfully. Joe laughs happily under 
the blue water of the pool. He stands up against 
Stan's strong body, laughing. Stan playfully splashes 
him and he turns away with water in his eyes. Stan 
moves in close and Joe feels a hard feeling push up 
against his butt. Stan reaches around to his ribs and 
tickles him. Joe giggles and laughs and squirms 
against Stan's hard cock. Instinctively he pushes his 
butt back against Stan's hard penis and looks back 
over his shoulder with a little moan. Stan stops 
tickling him and lets Joe rub his ass against him.

Stan leans close to Joe's ear, lips brushing against 
his lobe. I know a little spot around the corner 
where we can be alone. 

Joe nods. Excitement floods his small body. The 
butterflies in his stomach flutter furiously. His 
face is hot as he follows Stan the lifeguard around 
behind the storage area. He stops and pulls him into 
his strong arms and pushes his tongue inside Joe's 
mouth. Joe submits in Stan's strong arms and melts 
into the kiss. He pushes his tongue back against 
Stan's. Stan walks Joe back up against the wall of 
the storage building and grips his soft ass with both 
hands, caressing them. He reaches under the ruffly 
flap and inside his suit, firmly kneading his ass. 
Joe moans like Chris likes. He can't help it. He 
feels Stan's hard cock pressed against his waist. 

He needs to feel it. He looks into Stan's eyes as he 
reaches inside his warm trunks and grabs his hard hot 
cock in his little soft hand. His eyes stay closed as 
he licks Joe's tongue. He traces the length. Not as 
large as Chris's but still super fucking sexy. He 
stops kissing him and looks down pulling his cock out 
of his shorts. Beautiful. Circumcised and pale with a 
light pink head. Joe loves the shape and texture of a 
hard penis. Stan lifts his bikini top over his hard 
nipple and sucks on it. Joe moans at the suction 
sending shocks through his body. He rubs Stan's cock. 
Stan sucks his other hard nipple and kisses him. Joe 
melts again into the kiss and feels Stan pushing him 
down on his shoulders. 

He looks Stan in the eyes as he lets himself be 
lowered to his knees. He knows what he wants. And Joe 
really wants this cock in his mouth. Joes jaw drops 
open and he keeps eye contact with Stan as he pulls 
his shorts down over his pale waist. The smell fills 
him like pheromones. He stars drooling reflexively 
and rubs his face against his cock and balls inhaling 
him. Stan grips his head gently but firmly and leads 
his mouth to his balls. Joe stares into his blue eyes 
as he sucks each testicle into his mouth and tugs 
back on it. Joe can see that he really liked that. 
Stan sticks his chin out some and rubs his cock over 
Joes face while he sucks his sack; lost in the smell 
and sensation.

Stan pushes Joe's mouth off his balls and to his 
cock. But he keeps it just out of reach. Joe tries to 
lick the tip with his tongue. Joe rubs Stan's balls 
and strokes his cock with the other. Eager to get it 
in his mouth he pulls Stan closer to him by his cock. 
He wraps his lips around the smooth head. The flavor 
of precum teases his taste buds. Stan pulls his cock 
out of Joe's mouth making him involuntarily start 
chasing it with his mouth. But Stan teasingly pulls 
it away. 

Please Stan. Joe opens his mouth and tries to swallow 
his cock but Stan pulls it away again and asks, 
Please what?

Joe swells with pride at knowing the right answer for 
these moments. He knows what his Brother Chris would 
want to hear. Please let me suck your cock. He gives 
it back and Joe ravenously devours it. Gorging on his 
masculine mystique. Joe sucks his cock like Chris 
loves. He rubs his balls and strokes him with the 
other. It took a lot of practice to develop his 
coordination but he is grateful for it as he looks up 
into Stan's face. He loves the feeling of being able 
to please him like this. The look on his face 
contents him and makes him starve for more. Joe 
enthusiastically sucks Stan.

Stan pulls his cock out of Joe's mouth and strokes 
his cock right around the base of the head. He says, 
Open your mouth. Joe opens his mouth to catch his 
cum. He stares up into Stan's face relishing the look 
of his orgasm. He pursues his lips as he says, Oh 
yeah! He shoots a spurt of hot cum across Joes face 
and into his hair. Another across his nose and onto 
his eye. He flinches and peeks out with his other 
eye. He watches as Stan pushes the tip of his cock 
into Joes willing and thirsty mouth. He moans as he 
shoots spurt after spurt into his mouth. The 
delicious flavor fills his mouth and he lets it all 
pool in his mouth like Chris likes. When finally he 
finishes Joe shows him all the cum in his mouth.

That's so fucking hot. I wish I had my cell to take a 
pic. Swallow it. Joe obliges happily and shows him 
his clean mouth. Tada! 

Stan pulls Joe to his feet and turns him around. Stan 
rubs his cock against his ass. Stan pulls the waist 
down and Joe panics that he will notice his small 
hard cock. Luckily Stan just pulled it down over his 
pale ass. Stan rubs his cock between his ass cheeks. 
Joe loves the feel of his freshly sucked cock still 
wet sliding between his cheeks. He pushes his ass 
back against him and leans forward against the wall. 
Stan grabs Joe's breasts, or at least where his 
breasts would be if he had them. His hands squeeze 
firmly around his hard sensitive nipples under his 
red bikini top. Joe needs him inside. He reaches back 
and spreads his ass apart submissively. He turns his 
head back, Please fuck me in the ass. Joe can feel 
himself dilating in preparation for his cock.

You want it in your ass?

Yes. Please. Joe reaches around and points Stan's 
cock to his opening. 

Stan excitedly rubs some of his spit on the tip of 
his cock and pushes it up against Joe's sphincter. It 
pops off a couple of times because he's so tight. Joe 
remembers to relax. He takes a deep breath to steady 
his beating heart. His breath has been in short sharp 
gasps. He's light headed with lust. Stan pushes the 
tip inside him and Joe pushes back firmly. He shoves 
in half the size and Joe moans with a mixture of pain 
and pleasure. 

Your ass feels so fucking good. Stan shoves his cock 
the rest of the way inside. Joe can feel the hairs 
tickle him as he fully penetrates him. Not as deep as 
Chris but good enough. Joe moans his girly moans 
pushing his ass back. Stan feels Joe's chest where 
his breasts would be. He starts thrusting back 
against Joe harder as he thrusts into him. The 
combined force making that super-hot smacking sound. 
Joe feels Stan's balls smacking up against his own 
tiny ones. He loses himself in the penetration. He 
moans with every full stroke just like Chris would 
like. 

Stan holds him close in his strong arms and leans his 
chest on Joes back. Joe submits in still acceptance. 
Comforted in the feeling of giving himself over to be 
used as pleasure. Joe hears himself moaning just like 
those girls in the movies, he can't help it. Stan 
breathes heavy in his ear squeezing him tighter as he 
urgently shoves himself inside Joe. And then there is 
that throbbing feeling and the warm cum spill inside 
him. Stan shoves his waist forward making him as deep 
as he can be, just like Chris does. Joe gasps from 
the warmth of his cum filling his ass. Joe has always 
loved that feeling. 

Stan turns Joes head back and they kiss while slowly 
humping his juicy ass.

What the fuck!

They both turn at the direction of the voice. 

Did you just fuck him? The girl slaps Joe in the face 
knocking him to the ground. 

Stan laughs at the violence and watches with his cock 
still poking up from his shorts shiny and fresh from 
Joe's ass. Joe is in shock, speechless as the sting 
of the slap reddens on his face. Some angry girl 
stands above him with her hands on her hips staring 
daggers down at him. She's dressed in a smart  string 
bikini. She has her long blond hair braided in 
pigtails. A small swath of freckles cover her nose 
and cheek bones. Her cold blue eyes blaze with anger. 

Joe feels the warm trail of cum dripping from his 
puckered ass. He pulls his bikini back up over his 
ass trying not to cry from the pain and 
embarrassment. This slut has cum dripping from her 
ass. She puts her foot on Joes face and grinds it 
into the grass. Next time you ask my permission 
before you fuck my boyfriend, slut. Joe apologizes 
and cries. His tears leek from his eyes and into the 
soil smearing mud on his face. He ineffectually 
attempts to push her foot off. She raises her foot 
and points her toes at his mouth. Suck my big toe 
like you sucked my boyfriend's cock. Afraid of being 
hurt worse he opens his mouth and she slides her big 
toe inside his warm mouth. She smirks sadistically as 
she pushes her toe in and out. Joe looks up her long 
perfectly tan and muscular leg and notices a damp 
patch in the center of her bikini. The taste of her 
toes disgusts him. The feel of her toe nail slightly 
scraping against his tongue makes him want to retch 
all over her perfect pedicure. He wonders how much 
longer she is going to make him suck her toe when a 
shadow falls across his face. His eyes adjust too 
slowly to see who this new person is. The mean girl 
shrieks and grabs her face taking her foot away. 

You bitch.

The dark shadow swings its arm and the mean girl 
falls to the ground holding her face and crying. Joe 
feels a mocking smirk stretch across his face. 
Delighted to see her making the same face and in the 
same pose as himself. Joe stands up and looks for his 
hero. Stan is nowhere to be seen. 

If you ever touch my sister again I'll bite your 
goddamn nipples off! Mary stands over the mean girl 
as she cringes away and covers her tiny breasts. Mary 
smooths back Joe's hair and looks at his face. You 
ok?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Sure?

Yes. But, Wow. You're fucking awesome. You're my 
hero. 

Mary glares at the mean girl as she gets up and 
scampers away glaring hatefully back at them. Joe 
cringes away into the safe presence of his sister. 
When she had disappeared Mary asks what that was all 
about. Joe tells her that she caught Stan and him 
kissing.

Kissing?! She cocks her eyebrows up in little sharp 
peeks. 

Yeah. 

Mary takes Joes wrist and places his hand on the spot 
of cum in his hair and on his face. It's ok. You 
don't have to lie to me. If you don't want to tell me 
don't. 

Sorry. 

I love you. Mary holds Joe in a firm hug. Joe holds 
her back tightly savoring this unfamiliar feeling. 

I love you too. You're the best sister anyone has 
ever had. The hold each other behind the storage shed 
under the burning sun. The hot wind stirs around them 
lightly playing with Mary's hair. 	

Come on we should go. 



4. Mary's Home

They gather their bags and change back into their 
clothes. Joe keeps looking for either Stan or the 
mean girl but they're nowhere to be seen. They fold 
the bags and place them carefully into the white 
bucket on Joe's bike. Joe follows Mary through town 
unsure of where they're headed. They weave through 
the back roads, through the dilapidated 
neighborhoods, by the rusted trucks dead in over 
grown yards. Mary waves at an angry looking old man 
drinking whiskey from the bottle on his broken porch. 
He waves back and Joe is relieved they don't stop. 
They ride down the gravel road. There are some 
campers and cars parked in small gravel lots. Mary 
skids to a stop in front of a small beige and rusty 
camper. There are two lawn chairs sitting up by a 
large spool and fire pit by the front door. 

See my little garden.

Joe looks at the red tulips growing peacefully out of 
the dark and healthy soil. I like your flowers. Very 
pretty. 

Mary thanks him and unlocks the door. She turns on 
the small AC unit in the window. It kicks on and 
loudly blows cool air over them. They stand in front 
of the machine trying to cool down. The camper has a 
small walkway leading to a raised bed. There is a 
small white table with a brown beer bottle holding a 
red tulip. A 'U' shaped booth is built around it by a 
tiny stove and fridge. Everything is super clean and 
sparkly white. It even smells lemony. 

I think it's cooler outside then it is in here. 

Joe nods and sits in the folding chair outside 
fanning himself with his hand. Mary brings out a 
large plastic cup full of ice water. She closes the 
door to the camper, It doesn't take long for the AC 
to cool it down in there. She gives Joe the 
refreshingly cool drink. He takes a small sip and 
sucks an ice cube into his mouth. He puts the cup on 
the large wooden spool. Exhaustion hits him full 
force. The sun, pool, sex and fighting takes it out 
of a boy. 

Mary says one day she will make a big garden with 
tomatoes, watermelons and pumpkins. Maybe even huge 
stalks of corn. Wouldn't that be awesome.

Joe nods his head. That would be very good. Maybe a 
big green tractor too. 

Mary likes that idea. He hopes Mary gets her farm 
someday but right now all he can think about is 
shade, sleep and cool. His little stomach rumbles 
loudly. And food.

He asks if this is her Dad's place. She crunches on 
an ice cube, Yeah. It's mine and Dad's. 

Where is he?

He drives a truck so he's gone a lot. He should be 
back in couple of days or so. 

Does he take you with him when he goes out of town?

Mary looks down at her feet sadly, No. He says he 
can't. Says I should stay and go to school. I hate it 
here though. Daddy says one day he will take me away. 
All the way to the ocean where we can be together, 
just the two of us. 

Joe feels sad at the thought of losing her. He looks 
up into her pained and hopeful face and squeezes her 
hand. That sounds beautiful. 

She smiles and says maybe he can come too. Joe 
imagines sitting on the sandy shore watching the dark 
blue waves of the ocean break and reform, ebbing and 
flowing. The thought lulls his heavy lids closed. He 
yawns heavily. 

Mary gives a sympathetic yawn and says the camper is 
probably cool by now. She tells him to go take a 
shower while she makes dinner.

Joe opens the narrow door and turns sideways to get 
into the bathroom. There is a tiny shower stall, 
toilet and sink. He slips the straps from his 
shoulders and Mary's dress falls to the floor. He 
shakes his hips side to side as he shimmies his 
panties down and closes the folding plastic curtain. 
The spray of water is refreshing. He turns the faucet 
on the cool side and stands soaking it up. He pours a 
huge amount of shampoo into his tiny hand spilling 
it. He lathers his hair all over enjoying the feel 
and smell. Joe can't remember the last time he got to 
use actual shampoo. He lets the suds pour down his 
face and down the small drain. He doesn't see a bar 
of soap but he takes the purple body wash and pours 
it into his hands. He rubs it all over his skin. It 
is a pleasant fruity smell. He washes his chest 
firmly remembering Stan's caresses. The warm feel of 
his breath and mouth on his neck and lips. His taste. 
The cold water beads over his face flushed with 
desire. Soap suds slide softly down the back of his 
long legs as he washes his butt. Mimicking the way 
Stan kneaded him. He rubs his soapy and slender 
fingertip against his anus like Stan's cock before he 
pushed inside. The cold spray of the water falls like 
shards of ice against his hard nipples. He pushes his 
finger inside him. Soft, warm and tight around 
Kevin's cock. He fucks himself hard like Kevin did 
before he spent his warm cum inside. Before it ran 
down his leg like the suds from the soap. He washes 
his finger and lets the water spray over his face, 
feeling spent. After a while of standing under the 
cool water he shuts it off and pulls a pleasant 
smelling fluffy towel from the holder on the back of 
the door. Mary taps on the door and tells him she put 
his clothes out on the bed. She says don't put on the 
dirty clothes. 

Ok. He wraps the soft towel around him. High enough 
to cover his hard nipples. The smell of  food reminds 
him how hungry he is. On the bed is his cute new 
outfit and his new bra and panties. Joe sequels in 
delight at how cute they are. Oh my gosh I can't 
believe these are mine! Thank you so much for these.

Mary stirs a small pot on the tiny stove and smiles 
at him. She tells him that he's welcome. 

Joe drops his towel and Mary looks at the back of her 
brother's body. His tiny pale butt seems even paler 
now in tan lines. She giggles a bit and compliments 
his tan lines. Joe didn't even notice it till now. He 
looks down at his slender body and can visibly see 
tan lines where the bikini was. He strains his neck 
around his shoulder looking at the tan lines around 
his little butt. He loves how girly he looks now. He 
thinks Chris will love it. He can't wait to show him 
and his new outfit. Maybe he will look at me more 
when he sees how cute I am. He turns and asks Mary if 
he looks cute with the tan lines. He poses with his 
hands together in front of him over his tiny penis, 
one leg in front of the other making a V with his 
thighs, a shy look of in his green eyes as he peeks 
out from under his wet shaggy blond hair fallen over 
his eyes. 

She looks at his long slender legs, up to the 
rectangular strip of pale skin around his tiny little 
penis and protruding hips, curving gracefully up his 
torso to the small pale triangles of flesh over his 
pink nipples. He looks at her nervously. 

Very cute!

He laughs in relief and says, Least it's not a 
sunburn. He slips into his new girl clothes as Mary 
pours the Spaghetti O's into plastic bowels. They eat 
at the table and watch a little black and white TV on 
the counter. The food is very tasty. Joe offers to 
clean up if she wants to take a shower. She tells him 
to use the dish soap under the counter and the 
sponge. She says don't just put them in the sink. 

Ok. 

He rinses the bowels in the small white sink. He 
pours the dish soap all over the bowels and the green 
and yellow sponge and scrubs. The suds form and grow 
as he scours the two bowels clean. He pours the dish 
soap on his hands and blows bubbles from between his 
fingers and through the narrow opening of his fist. 

Joe loves bubbles. The color and strange look to them 
are very amusing. After a little awhile the water in 
the shower stops and Mary opens the door wearing the 
towel over her breasts just as Joe had to cover his 
hard nipples. She opens the little mini closet door. 
Joe watches the little TV as Mary changes into one of 
her Dads long shirts with a faded picture of a truck. 
She smells the shirt and smiles. She yawns and sits 
on the bed. You can wear my night gown if you want. 
Joe looks at the pink nightgown in her hands. That's 
very pretty. He strips out of his new outfit, down to 
his panties and bra. Mary tells him to take off the 
bra. He slips the long pink night gown over his 
shoulders. The soft and slippery feel of the liner 
brushes against his skin. He untwists the thin 
shoulder straps and tugs down on the gown smoothing 
out the wrinkles. He looks at himself wearing this 
adorable pink night gown. Pink ruffle around the base 
and chest with a cute pink bow right in the center 
above his heart. 

It fits! He twirls the end of his gown up. 

Daddy got that for me when I was 11. Couple of years 
small on me now. 

It feels so soft. He rubs his hands over the gown, 
around his ribs and down to his hips. Is it ok to not 
wear any panties?

Mary smirks, I guess. Mary watches as her brother 
slide his panties down his legs. Feel better? 

Yes. Joe looks almost a little guilty admitting it. 
The cool and smooth sensation on his little penis 
feels so nice. His nipples harden to sharp points, 
aching. Joe just wants to rub his breasts and 
luxuriate in the sensation of this incredibly cute 
pink night gown. 

Mary watches him fidget. You want to touch yourself 
don't you?

A hot wave of arousal inflames his lusts. Excited and 
embarrassed to admit, Yes.

I love that you can be honest with me. Mary takes his 
hand and scoots back onto her Daddy's bed. Come here 
and lie down. They slip underneath the sheets. Mary 
curls up against Joe's arm as he lays on his back. 
The night gown caresses his skin. He rubs his breasts 
soothing his aching nipples. His eyes roll back as 
his lids close in pleasure. A little moan of relief 
escapes him. He firmly squeezes the more sensitive 
parts of his breasts and nipples. He forgets himself 
in the sensation of this gown. He slides his ass back 
and forth against the material. His small little 
pouch of testicles glide over  the smooth pink girly 
gown. Mary whispers into his ear, I want to watch. 
She pulls the sheet off him and reveals him writhing 
in the sensations against her nightgown. His eyes 
closed in pleasure and breathing deep in lust. He 
slowly licks his lips imagining sucking his brother's 
cock. His pretty pink lips wrapped firmly around the 
hot smooth head. Chris sometimes likes to hump his 
mouth forcing himself too deeply making him gag. He 
would rub his hard cock against Joes face while Joe 
sucked his hairy balls.  Lost in the smell and flavor 
of his cock. Like Stan's. He swells with lust. His 
tiny penis raises up against the night gown. He felt 
attractive and desired. His little penis slides 
across the pink smoothness. He really liked how that 
felt to be attractive. Safe in his strong tan arms 
with his small ass pushed back against Stan while he 
quickly hammers his cock inside him. 

Joe moans and opens his eyes focusing on his sister's 
face. She's on her side curled up against his arm 
watching. Her hand between her thighs, pulling the 
shirt tightly against her small tits. Joe can see her 
nipples are hard and poking through her Daddy's 
shirt. His body tingles as he rubs his breasts 
watching her. Mary says she wants to be honest with 
him and tell him a secret. She says she doesn't like 
to wear panties to bed either. Mary rubs her juicy 
pussy through her Daddy's shirt. The stretched cotton 
scratches slightly over her sensitive clit. She likes 
it. The abrasiveness reminds her of her Daddy's 
stubble when he hasn't shaved. 

Joe feels empty inside him. He sucks his first and 
second fingers, coating them in saliva. He bends his 
knees up and spreads his legs wider apart. He rubs 
his anus getting it slippery and slips his fingers 
inside. He moans and humps his fingers slowly. He 
raises his little pale butt up and lowers himself 
down on his penetrating fingers. Stan's penis was a 
little bigger than his fingers but they still feel 
really good. He grips his breast with his other hand. 
His girly moans of pleasure seep from his mouth. 

Mary watches as her brother fucks himself on his 
fingers. She knows boys like to masturbate with their 
penis however Joe doesn't even touch his. He does it 
like a girl. Joe humps his fingers faster and his 
body tenses with the effort. His face looks pained 
with pleasure as he moans suddenly and holds his 
breath. Mary climaxes. She tightens her thighs around 
her hand and falls back on to the pillow. Her eyes 
closed, rolled back in her head. The rush of her 
orgasm washes over leaving her sweaty and juicy 
between her thighs. There is a damp spot beneath her 
butt and her Daddy's shirt is wet where she was 
rubbing her pussy. But she doesn't care in this 
moment. She breathes heavily and looks over at Joe. 
He breathes heavy as well and stares up into her eyes 
over her small heaving breasts. Her nipples poke out 
from under the shirt. She takes his hand in hers. And 
they catch their breath in the silent glow of their 
orgasms. 

So what really happened with the life guard?

Joe smiles embarrassed to admit but excited to tell 
her. He tells her how they made out behind the 
building. Then I sucked his cock and he came on my 
face and in my mouth. 

Did you swallow it?

Of course...Joe is slightly shocked to even consider 
not to. 	Curious, Joe flips over quickly onto his 
stomach and pulls himself closer to his sister's cute 
face.  Excitedly he asks if she's sucked a cock? In 
his mind he pictures all times he sucked his 
brother's cock and then Stan's today. He thinks he 
would love to suck a cock at this moment. He studies 
her face, her slight smile and happy glimmer in her 
eyes. 	Yes.

Did you swallow it? He tenses in anticipation of her 
answer.

Yeah. 

Joe giggles and asks her if she liked it. 

Not at first. I mean it kinda tastes like salty 
jelly. So it's not so bad once you get used to it. 

Joe says he loves it. He says sometimes it's all he 
can think about. Cock. And sucking cock. Having it 
inside me. 

Mary informs him that he is a horny slut and that she 
loves him. She pulls him to her mouth and gives him a 
firm but short kiss on his thick lips. He tells her 
that he loves her. 

Is that all that happened with the life guard? 

Yeah. Well...That and he kind of ...fucked my butt.

Mary overacts in mock surprise. With a gasp, You are 
a slut. Joe smiles at the fresh memory as it flickers 
by in his mind. I guess.

Weren't you afraid that he would find out that you're 
a... that you have a penis? He says that he was. But 
he only took the back part down over his butt. Joe 
knew that if he kept Stan's hands away he might not 
notice. 

Mary laughs at his embarrassing admission. She 
guesses the rest. Girlfriend appears, blah blah blah. 

Then you save the day! 

Mary looks at how happy he is and melts with 
affection. Awww...No one messes with my sister. They 
both laugh. Joe leans in and kisses her firmly. Best 
sister anyone could ever have. They look at each 
other openly and honestly, intimately. She asks him 
if he had ever been with a girl. 

Joe whips is head to the side and flicks the hair 
from his eye, No. Mary watches his face as she pulls 
him on top of her, between her legs. Joe lets himself 
be positioned between her thin thighs. She watches 
his face as she lifts her Daddy's shirt up over her 
pussy. Joe is relieved to see her smooth pale vagina 
and not that nasty hairy one like the Mommy's. Joe 
fights down a shiver of revulsion at the thought. 

Mary lifts his pink ruffly gown up over his small 
penis, hanging limply, bald and smooth. Mary bites 
her lower lip and lifts her waist up. She rubs her 
wet pussy on her brother's penis. Joe feels her soft, 
warm and juicy pussy slide over him. Her juice is 
making him wet and glisten. She pulls his little ass 
towards her applying more pressure to her clit. She 
watches his face as he watches her grind her pussy 
against his limp little penis. He has his finger 
against the corner of his lip kinda biting it. He is 
bent back slightly to keep balance watching 

Do you like that?

Yeah...Kind of. I mean I don't really feel much 
there. I feel it more in my nipples and my... butt. 

I like it in my butt too. She stops rubbing her pussy 
against his little penis. Look at my pussy. She holds 
her legs back and spreads her pussy wide. See that? 
She gesture to the pale membrane over her opening. 

Not really. All kinda blurry.

Blurry? You should get your eyes checked at the 
nurse's tomorrow at school. Here. Get closer.

He situates himself on the bed and leans in for a 
closer inspection. He can smell the smell of her 
arousal. Kind of like when Chris gets super sweaty 
after fucking him only different. Kinda of softer 
somehow. The blurry image sharpens slightly as he 
leans closer between her legs. Right at the tip of 
her finger as she spreads herself open.

That's my hymen. Means I'm still a virgin. Daddy says 
I can't be a Momma while I have this. He wants me to 
find someone special to give it to. 

Found anyone yet? She shakes her head, No. Mary asks 
him if he would kiss it. Joe leans in and plants his 
lips lightly and lovingly where she wanted. And here. 
Mary points to the small little bulb of her clit. Joe 
pushes his thick soft lips over her. Mary melts in 
pleasure. She moans long and low and relaxes back 
into the bed. Joe can see she obviously likes this 
and would like him to continue. Joe pretends her 
little bulb is a super tiny penis. He tries to suck 
it into his mouth producing a deep moan of pleasure 
from his sister. He pushes his tongue against it and 
makes small circles.

She lifts her head up and looks at him with his 
tongue pressed against her clit. His bright green 
eyes staring up at her. She asks him to put his 
fingers in her butt. Like you did to yourself. 

Joe wets his fingers. Mary pulls her cheek to the 
side helpfully. Joe rubs against her anus and slowly 
pushes his two fingertips inside her. She closes her 
eyes and relaxes. Lick me again while you finger me. 

Joe is happy to please his sister. He loves her and 
loves seeing her like this not crying or sad. He 
licks her smooth little bulb and she falls heavily 
back onto the bed. She grabs her breasts firmly over 
her Daddy's shirt and moans. She rotates her hips and 
slides her pussy over his mouth.  She whispers, 
That's just how Daddy does it. Oh yeah. She rubs her 
pussy harder against Joe's mouth. She fucks herself 
harder on his fingers. She grabs her breasts harder 
in her clenched fists. She grunts hard and calls for 
her Daddy. Her voice goes up really high and girly. 
Joe thinks Chris would love to hear him sound like 
this while he fucked him. She holds her breath and 
slides her ass down all the way on Joe's fingers and 
twitches slightly. She lifts her head up and makes 
eye contact with Joe. She holds Joes head firmly 
against her wet pussy and rubs it over his mouth. Joe 
willingly submits and rubs his tongue back against 
her. She tenses tighter and exhales with a heavy 
sigh. Her face is flushed and sweaty as she falls 
back into the pillows. Joe keeps licking her and she 
catches her breath. She looks down at her brother and 
pulls him up to her. 

Passion darkens her eyes. Joe is a little scared 
being pulled up to her. She pulls him onto his back. 
She stands up on her knees and pulls her Daddy's 
shirt up and over her head. She shakes her long blond 
hair down and she pulls the shirt off her arms. Joe 
looks at his sister's body and wishes he looked like 
her. Her small pale breasts and hard pink nipples. 
Her long body and hips and pale smooth vagina. She 
says every girl should know what it's like to have 
their pussy licked. Joe is about to tell her he 
doesn't have a pussy when she pushes his legs back 
against his chest. The pink nightgown bunched around 
his waist. She buries her tongue in his tight little 
ass. Ohhh... The pleasure silences his voice and any 
leftover thoughts in his head. She works her tongue 
in and out of his tiny pink hole. He holds his legs 
back against his chest lost in pleasure. Mary works 
her slippery tongue in and out of his tight little 
ass while watching his expression of pleasure. Eyes 
closed and mouth agape little high pitched soft 
grunts when she forces her tongue deep inside. 

She asks him to get on his knees. He flips over and 
presents his ass to her. He looks over his shoulder 
expectantly and horny. She pushes her bald pussy 
against his wet ass and tells him, I wish I had a 
dick to fuck you with. She pushes her waists against 
his pale little ass. The tease of having his ass 
pushed up against without a cock to fit inside him is 
all most too much to bear. He pushes his ass back 
against her. She reaches around him and gropes his 
breasts. He moans as she lifts him back against her. 
He feels her hard nipples pressed into his back. 

The soft and firm feel of her breasts sliding as she 
pretends to fuck him. The pink night gown unbunches 
and falls down around his waist. She tells him 
quietly in his ear to lift his night gown up over his 
little penis. He complies. She slips the straps off 
his slender shoulders and slips the top just below is 
nipples. She firmly grabs them and messages them. Joe 
moans in delight. She wets her fingers and pushes 
them slowly passed his tight sphincter. He feels them 
filling him. Heightening his arousal. He moans 
sharply and pushes back till her fingers are all the 
way inside him. 

Mary whispers in his ear, Your ass feels so good. 
Inside he's so warm and tight. Mary moans wishing she 
could be fucking him. She thrusts her fingers in him 
like her Daddy does. She fucks him like Daddy fucks 
her ass. Joe is lost in the pleasure. He moans and 
works his ass around her fingers. She stops fucking 
him and watches as her brother fucks himself on her 
fingers. His tight ass clenches down on her fingers. 
She reaches around and rubs his limp penis. She 
whispers into his ear, How do you like to be fucked? 
She firmly forces her fingers deep inside him. He 
whimpers and leans his head to the side, green eyes 
are hazy with lust. He blinks his long eye lashes and 
confesses, Hard.

Mary pushes him over on his hands and knees. She 
forcefully fucks her brother's ass with her two 
slender fingers. Joe moans and whimpers as she fucks 
him furiously. Her face tightens with the effort. Joe 
braces himself against the force and willingly 
submits. The pleasure radiates through his body. You 
love this don't you?

Joe looks back over his shoulder as Mary pounds away 
inside him. I do. 

Mary continues as her arm burns with fatigue. She 
watches her brother enduring her desire. She fucks 
him harder and listens to his lovely voice. She feels 
his ass clench around her fingers. Joe's toes curl up 
and his muscles go rigid. He whimpers loudly and 
falls onto the bed. Mary removes her fingers from 
inside her brother's pink hole. She kisses his butt 
cheeks, the left then the other and falls into the 
bed spent and exhausted. They smile at each other and 
hold hands. Sisters. She pulls him into her arms 
spooning him. 

He feels her breasts push against his back with every 
breath. Her heat mingles with his as she curls her 
naked body against him in his rumpled and half worn 
pink ruffly night gown. Safe. Loved. Wanted. Desired. 
Accepted. The contentment radiates from them as the 
fall into the deep sleep of exhaustion. 



5. 1st Day

Mary wakes up naked with Joe curled up against her 
naked body in her pink night gown. The warmth and 
comfort lull her back to sleep... 

She yawns and rolls over. The cool of the Daddy's air 
conditioning unit wakes her up. She stretches her 
arms over her head and glances at the clock. Mary 
shakes Joe awake. She tells him they're late for the 
first day of school. 

So. Joe yawns. I hardly ever go. 

Really?

Yeah. What's the big deal.

Get out of bed. Get dressed. Go to school. 

But wh... Mary pushes him out of bed and he slides to 
the floor with a thump. 

Get dressed.

Owwww. Okay. God!

Mary gets out of bed. Joe looks at her naked body 
fresh with tan lines from the pool. Her small breasts 
and long blond hair. She opens the dresser and starts 
dressing. She looks over at Joe still on the floor 
watching her. She opens her eyes wide and makes a 
'duh' face, Clothes!

Joe picks his underwear up from the floor. He rubs 
the fabric of the discarded bra between his fingers 
and looks up at his sister, engrossed with dressing. 
Joe pulls it over his chest and tugs it down over his 
own fresh tan lines. He slides his panties on up his 
long lithe legs and over his little bald penis. 

Joe likes how it just disappears beneath the cute 
panties. Hardly a lump to indicate there is a boy 
beneath his new clothes. He shimmies his hips and 
slides his skirt up. He pulls his pale sleeveless 
shirt on. He notices how it's now just a shade 
lighter than his skin. 

He catches Mary smirking at him. What? I don't have 
any other clothes.

Her grins widens, I know. 

Joe asks if there's time to do his makeup. She looks 
at him wearing his new clothes with his shaggy bed 
head. She says he doesn't need it. But lip stick is 
quick. He pulls the lipstick from the bag and Mary 
gives him a couple quick pointers in the bathroom 
mirror. He smacks his lips together and they jump on 
their bikes and ride to school. Their first days.

Mrs. Jeanne looks up from her computer behind the big 
white desk in the office. Her expression hardens with 
distaste. Late on the first day are we?  Mary says 
sorry. Tells her they missed the bus. Mrs. Jeanne has 
a nasal and uppity voice, Overslept is more like it. 
And who are you two girls? 	Joe looks at himself in 
his girl clothes happy to be seen as one. He can't 
help the big grin spread across his full pink lips. 
Mary tells her their names. Mrs. Jeanne quickly taps 
their names into the computer. It says here that your 
sister Joe is actually your... brother? Mrs. Jeanne 
looks at him over her glasses. Joe shyly sidesteps 
behind Mary and looks down at the floor.

Mary explains that there must be some sort of 
mistake. She says obviously Joe is her sister. Mrs. 
Jeanne agrees and says she'll fix that little 
mistake. She clicks her mouse and hands them both a 
late slip. Do you know where your classes are?

Joe shakes his head, No. Mrs. Jeanne asks him if he 
has his schedule. Joe shakes his head. The office 
lady prints him off another copy and tells him 
directions. Joe nods and has no clue to where he's 
going. Mary tells him that his grade is at the far 
end of the building. Just look for the right room 
number. She hugs him tightly and wishes him luck and 
hurries off to her own class. 

Joe stands alone in the hall, yellow late slip in his 
hands. Lockers stretch the length of the shiny white 
tile floor. The smell of wood soap and floor wax 
fills the air. Joe doesn't like to be alone. 
Everything seems so much harder when he has to do 
things for himself. Next to the office he sees the 
frosted glass door of the nurse's office. The black 
name plate reads Nurse Riva. He remembers Mary 
telling him he should talk to the nurse about his 
little penis being way too small. And also about 
checking his vision. 

Joe taps lightly on the door. After a moment the 
nurse opens the door. A middle aged man pokes his 
head out asking quizzically, Yes?

Uhhmmm..I was told to come see you. 

The nurse asks, About what? Joe holds his hands 
behind his back nervously. He looks at the floor as 
he says, I can't see so well. 

Oh. Well come in then. Don't be shy. The male nurse 
stands back and holds the door open for Joe. He walks 
by timidly. Very aware of his male presence. Inside 
the nurses office is a small bed pushed up against 
the wall with white sheets and a white pillow. 
There's a lot of drawers and cabinets along the 
walls, which he imagines has medical supplies in 
them. At the small desk is a stack of folders opened 
and spread out with pictures of students. Joe looks 
back into the nurses smiling face. The nurse says his 
name is Adam. He says, Have a seat. 

Joe asks if his last name is Reva. 

Adam smiles good naturedly, No. Nurse Riva had an 
accident and is in the hospital. I'm just filling in 
till she's better.  Joe sits on the edge of the bed. 
Hands in his lap and ankle crossed, nervous. He 
watches as Adam opens a drawer and offers him a 
sucker. Joe smiles and thanks him. He always liked 
suckers. 	Adam leans back against the counter top, 
crosses his arms. He asks him about his vision. Joe 
says some things are blurry when they're kinda far 
away. 

Like how far? Can you see me? 

Joe sucks the head of the sucker between his lips and 
works his tongue around the sweet round lemon 
flavored ball. Joe considers Adam. His short hair 
parted to the left. His brown eyes fixed on Joes 
mouth as he absently tastes his sucker. Smooth white 
tan face. Family man smile. Face like any other 
normal person at the mall. Happy soccer Dad with his 
happy soccer wife. Little soccer star Johnny and 
princess Elizabeth. Joe pulls the sucker out between 
his light pink lips with a pop, Kinda blurry around 
the edges. 

Adam grabs the rolling chair from behind the desk and 
wheels it close, sits and crosses his legs. He points 
out a sign on the wall. He clears his throat, Can you 
read those different sized letters on the sign?

Yeah. All except those smaller ones at the bottom.  
Joe explains which lines are unreadable and Adam 
affirms that he needs glasses. Joe thinks glasses are 
kind of cool. Sadly explains he can't afford glasses. 

Well you know I saw a box of lost glasses. Adam 
wheels his chair over and opens a few cabinets, opens 
a shoe box. Yep. Here they are. He hands Joe the box 
and tells him to see if any of those help him to see 
those last few lines better. 

Joe sorts through the lost glasses. He puts a heavy 
set of round thick glasses on his face. Adam smirks 
at his magnified eyes. Joe blinks and looks in the 
direction of Adam's blurry figure. I can't see at all 
in these. 

Yeah, you probably don't need ones so thick. Look for 
thinner ones. 

He finds rectangular blue frames with thinner lenses. 
He puts them on and the blurry world sharpens into 
focus. Oh wow! Excited by the improvement he reads of 
the last few lines on the sign without a problem. He 
sequels in a delighted, Yes! Pops his sucker back in 
his mouth

Wow you're a lucky girl to have found those. Do you 
want to see what you look like?

Joe nods, curious to see his new look. Adam hands him 
the mirror. Joe likes his rectangular blue glasses. 
He likes how they look on his face above his light 
pink lips. He feels cuter and smart. He sucks his 
sucker as he looks at himself from different angles. 
He pulls the sucker out with a pop, These are super 
cute.

I'm glad you like them. Adam takes the mirror back 
and asks if there was anything el... 

Do you like 'em?

...Yeah. Adam is slightly taken off guard. They look 
good on you. He puts the shoe box away.

Joe asks if he looks better without them. He removes 
the glasses and blinks. Strange how just a minute ago 
this is how my world looked...all blurry. Now. Joe 
puts his glasses back on and smiles wide. Thank you! 

Adam smiles warmly at the gratitude, You're welcome. 
Joe sits on the bed wiggling his legs off the side 
and sucking his lemon sucker glowing with happiness. 
He feels a strange sense of affection towards him. 
Like he wants to be held by him. Against his chest, 
feeling the warmth of his embrace. His smell. His 
manly arms around him, protecting him. Safe. 

Adam watches Joe suck his sucker and continue to 
stare at him. The awkward silence stretches on. If 
there isn't anything else you should probably go to 
class. The empty long hallway on the other side of 
the door feels like an empty cold vacuum. In here, 
this room with Adam, Joe feels his warmth. Like he is 
the sun and Joe is a plant soaking him in. He doesn't 
want to go through the door and away. Away from Adam. 
Alone.

Well actually. There is one more thing...He pulls the 
sucker from his lips and points at his little penis 
hidden beneath his denim dress. It's about 
my...woohoo.

Adam fidgets in the chair uncomfortably and clears 
his suddenly dry throat. What...uh. What sort of 
problems is your “woohoo” having. 

Joe laughs at how odd it is to hear that being said 
from someone else. His laugh breaks the tension 
slightly as Adam chuckles as well. My sister says I'm 
really small. Like too small. 

Adam nods his head in an positive understanding way. 
Well you know (clears his throat). Sisters can tease 
a lot. I'm sure it will grow to the proper proportion 
in time. 

She does tease me a lot. Joe pulls the sucker from 
his lips and gestures at himself. I don't think she 
was teasing though. My brother also says I'm small. 

Surprised, Adam's eye brows shoot up high onto his 
forehead. Your brother too.

Yeah.

Adam straightens his glasses nervously, Would anyone 
else say you have a small... woohoo.

Joe know that no one else besides his sister and 
Chris has seen his tiny little bald penis. Stan still 
has no idea. The secret makes Joe giggle. Nope. Joe 
sucked away all the tasty sucker and the nasty taste 
of the stick lingers in his mouth. He holds it up and 
asks for the trash. Adam uncrosses his arms and 
points to the small trash can by the sink, refolding 
his arms over his crossed legs. Joe walks over to the 
trashcan. He feels Adam watching every move he makes, 
every small swish to the pleated denim skirt, the 
long stride and exposed leg. 

His fingertips as he drops the wet stick with the 
pink lipstick end into the empty trash can liner. He 
can hear the faint rustle of the impact. He turns and 
looks at Adam. Closed off and uncomfortable. Joe's 
heart beats loudly in his ears. His stomach swarms 
with butterflies. He stares into his eyes and walks 
closer to Adam, lifts his skirt. Maybe you can tell 
me if I have a small ...woohoo. Joe reveals his cute 
new panties. 

Adam squirms in the chair. He nervously tries not to 
look at Joe's pale slender thighs or his panties. Joe 
asks him if he would lower his panties for him. 
Hesitantly he reaches forward under Joe's lifted 
skirt. I can't... I don't feel comfortable doing 
this. 

Joe tells him its ok. Adam says a female should 
really be the one to look. Adam pushes himself back 
in the rolling chair, away. Joe follows still holding 
his skirt up. I want you to do it.

Me? His eyebrows shoot up high on his head again. 
It's really not appropriate. 

I don't want anyone else. I feel like I can trust 
you. I mean you gave me my new glasses and showed me 
how much better the world can actually look. Joe 
flicks his head to the side whipping his shaggy wavy 
hair from his eyes and looks down at Adam in his 
chair. Touched, his face softens. He look straight at 
his panties. Joe fills with nervous anticipation. He 
can see how excited and uncomfortable Adam is, 
heightening his own thrill. 

Adam's mouth is dry as he breathes heavy through his 
mouth. His fingertips tingle as he raises his hands 
up in slow motion. He delicately pinches the fabric 
attempting to salvage and retain a thin shred of 
professionalism. He pulls them down slightly and they 
slip from his sweaty fingers. His upper lip and 
forehead are sweating. Why is it so hot in here? He 
grips Joe's panties in a firmer grip and watches as 
they slide down his waist. Pale in the tan lines he 
slides lower over the hairless mound. Joe's 
nervousness increases as he feels his panties being 
lowered slowly closer to his little penis. 

He thinks suddenly this was a bad idea. That this is 
a horrible idea. Panic hits him like a bucket of 
water. Drenched in fear and indecision he stands 
there as Adam pulls the cute white elastic band down 
to the base of his tiny little penis. He watches 
Adam's reaction as he pulls his panties lower. Adam's 
eye brows raise as he lowers the panties down over 
his small sack. 

You're a boy! 

Joe nods. He says, Now you know too. 

Numb with shock he stares at Joe's little penis 
quietly. Joe can feel Adam's eyes trace over his 
exposed genital. The small bumps of his two tiny 
testicles firmly against his little circumcised 
penis. 

You can touch it if you want to. Joe's voice sounds 
thin and soft. Afraid that too strong of a voice 
might shatter this timid moment. 

Adam hesitates and says that it won't be necessary. 
But I have a colleague that I'd like to send a photo 
to. 

Joe nods his head and smiles charmingly with his pink 
lips, holding his skirt up, showing his tiny penis to 
Adam's cellphone. He quickly taps out a message and 
sends it. He asks why do you dress like a girl. Joe 
lowers his skirt and pulls his panties up. I guess I 
just like to. I like people to think I am a girl. 

Adam's cell beeps. He quickly reads the text and taps 
out a reply. My colleague...

What's a colleague?

Like a partner. 

Oh. 

Adam says that his colleague is a doctor and would 
like to see him, after school today. Sure. Adam 
writes the address on the back of one of Nurse Riva's 
card and passes it to him. You know where that is?

I think so. Joe twists his finger in his hair as he 
tries to place the address. Isn't that by the mall?
	Yeah. Here. Adam snatches the card back from 
between Joe's fingers and writes the phone number of 
his colleague under the address. In case you got lost 
or have trouble finding the place. 

Thanks. Joe smiles gratefully and attempts to slide 
the card into his pocket. His skirt doesn't have one. 
Oh...Joe looks at his attire for a pocket and can't 
find one. Adam laughs. Guess this is why girls have 
purses. 

Ironically...Adam rummages through a couple cabinets 
and pulls out another box. I remember seeing...Yep. 
Adam presents Joe with a small denim rectangular 
clutch purse. 

Oh how cute. It has little gold clasps at the top. 
Joe twists the clasps open and places the card in his 
new purse. Joe embraces Adam. Thank you. 

Adam awkwardly pats him on the back. You're 
welcome... Joe holds onto his chest with his face 
pressed against him. He breathes in. The scent of his 
laundry soup and deodorant. He closes his eyes and 
imagines what his home must smell like. The scent of 
his pillows and sheets. Fragrant with him. He nuzzles 
his head against his soft chest and looks down to see 
the outline of his hard penis pressing against the 
fabric of his pants. 

Adam continues to lightly pat him on the back he 
says, Ok.  He's trying to separate himself. 
Disentangle himself. Joe says that he wishes there 
was a way he could show his gratitude as he stares at 
his erection. That's not necessary. Joe slides his 
hand down over the lump in his pants. Adam backs 
quickly away. His face red with shame and fear. Now 
there's no reason to do that. In fact you should just 
go. Adam makes his empty gesture to the door. 

Joe tries to comfort him, It's alright. Adam back 
away and bumps into the wall. Joe drops to his knees 
and rubs the hard cock through his pants. 

Please don't. Adam whimpers in lust and submission. 
Joe looks into Adam's pitiful face and swells with 
wicked pride. He feels in control of something. For 
once he changed a situation to his desires. The rigid 
penis pressed against his hand. He unbuttons the dark 
pleated slacks and they fall to the floor with a 
jingle from his keys. He slowly pulls his boxer 
briefs down and his hairy penis springs back with a 
thump. Joe loves doing that. It really wets his 
appetite. The smell of his warm cock and feel of his 
soft hairs overwhelms Joe's lusts. 

Adam's cock is fat and small and delicious looking. 
The succulent shape of his pale pink head almost the 
same shade as Joe's lipstick. The very tip of his 
penis bumps out slightly reminding him of his sucker. 
He wraps his soft little hand around his hard penis 
and works the little tip between his lips. Chris 
likes it when he plays with him like this. Joe looks 
up into Adams face reluctant to give into the 
pleasure. Joe sucks his head into his warm moist 
mouth. 

Joe's nipples harden and rub sensitively against his 
shirt. The shape of a cock in his mouth feels so 
good, so right. He swallows him down to his hand and 
strokes him while he savors the feel of this cock in 
his mouth. He makes love to it. Adam moans deeply, 
succumbing to this young crossdressers talent. 

Adam has never known he could feel such pleasure from 
his disused penis. His wife hardly notices him after 
she had their kids. Now he hardly ever masturbates. 
Rarely feels the urge. Just works two jobs trying to 
pay off her growing spending habit and all the other 
expenses while she stays home and takes care of the 
kids. Living the dream. Now as Joe makes soft sucking 
sounds on his cock he feels like he is being shocked 
back to life. An electric current blasting through 
the gray coma that his life had become. He feels his 
lusts awaken and his cock harden back to life as the 
atrophied muscles clench, ripple and throb. Firing 
his cum into this pretty boys pink mouth. He watches 
Joe moan and work his cock harder as he swallows his 
cum. 

Joe felt his flimsy penis stiffen into steel in his 
hand and mouth. It was very exciting. It aroused his 
need to work his mouth around the slippery shape 
hungrier. He quickens his little hand, stroking. The 
warmth and salty fluid fill his mouth. Joe loves this 
flavor so much. Delicious and completely satisfying. 
He looks up into Adam's eyes as he fills his mouth. 
Joe holds Adam's hand with his other. He strokes him 
through the last throbs of his revitalized cock still 
standing stiff and proudly. He pulls his lips off and 
a little cum drips out the corner of his mouth. 

He giggles and swallows his large mouthful and wipes 
the stray drop from his cheek and sticks the finger 
in his mouth. Mmmm. He smiles up at Adam and kisses 
the tip of his cock. He stands and wraps his arms 
around him. Adam half curls his arm around him. His 
penis feels like metal and rubs against Joe's 
stomach. Joe snuggles into the attempt at affection. 
The warm cum sits happily in his stomach, coating his 
throat and taste buds. Content. Joe turns his head 
and brings his lips close to Adam's. 

Adam can smell the scent of his cum in this boy's 
mouth as he brings his perfect pink lips to his. The 
soft timid touch of his lips against his own. Little 
kisses along his lips. 

Joe smiles largely as Adam slightly puckers back. 
Adam looks at Joe's green eyes through his new blue 
glasses. Deep into the broken color of his cornea. He 
blinks his long eye lashes. Joe sweetly and softly 
says, Thank you. Joe places his head back against his 
warm chest and holds him. The feel of Adam's cock 
firmly pressed up against his stomach makes his mind 
race with other ways to please him. Adam says he 
should go to class. Joe doesn't want to. He wants to 
stay...

Please. He gently but firmly disentangles himself 
from Joe and steps away. If they find us like this I 
could go to prison. He tucks his rigid cock awkwardly 
back into his pants as if he is unfamiliar with it. 
This is my life. His pants jingle as he pulls them up 
around his waist and buttons them on. No one can know 
what you just did to...Adam looks up into Joe's sad 
face as he watches him put his pants back on. What we 
just did. He zips his pants with quick precision. Ok?

Joe nods. I know how to keep a secret...

Adam tucks his shirts into his pants, smooths the 
wrinkles. Ok? He looks at Joe again but sees him as 
if for the first time. Demurely standing in his 
pleated denim skirt. His hip bones protrude from 
under his pale cream colored button up sleeveless 
shirt. Pale pink lipstick and shaggy long hair. He 
whips his blond hair from over his eye with a quick 
practiced twist of the head. Adam's cock is still 
hard, hungry and alive again in his pants. He fights 
the urge to concur and devour this cute girl boy. His 
body fuels with lust. 

Joe meekly and sullenly turns towards the door then 
perks up. Can't forget my purse. He picks it up from 
the white bed. He wants to hold Adam again. He looks 
up into his eyes. His chest raises and falls quickly. 
Joe feels the echo of his want and desire and goes to 
him. Adam stops him. He keeps him at arm's length and 
tells him he should go. Joe sees the intensity in his 
eyes and opens the door slightly and looks back at 
him. Adam standing rigidly. Somehow his shoulders 
seem broader. Less slumped. He doesn't look as old or 
as tired. He seems fresher, renewed somehow. Bye. Joe 
slips into the shiny empty hall lined with lockers 
and the warm presence of Adam disappears behind the 
click of the door knob as he pulls it closed. 

Alone. He leans back against the wall overwhelmed. 
The lingering taste of cum comforts him. His stomach 
feels full and he remembers the feel of control he 
had over Adam. How he used his lust like a weapon to 
twist and gouge and get what he wanted. What they 
both wanted. Somehow he feels less afraid. More 
prepared to deal with things on his own. He realizes 
he forgot his schedule. 

He opens the door and peeks in. Adam is talking in 
hushed tones on his cell phone and doesn't seem to 
notice him. Joe quickly goes to the bed and picks up 
the piece of paper that has his schedule on it. He 
looks over at Adam and makes eye contact. Adam's 
eyebrows go up high onto his head and he lowers his 
cell phone from his ear to his chest. He says he 
should really go to class. 

Joe waves the paper, Forgot my schedule. He closes 
the door behind him and looks at his class schedule. 
There's five classes and five room numbers. 
Indecision confuses him. He looks around for someone 
to ask but he's alone. Briefly he considers running 
back in to the nurse's office. Back into Adam's arms, 
safe and hidden. He takes a steadying breath and 
tries to think. He decides to try to the top number. 
He looks around for it and walks down the long hall. 
He remembers Mary saying it's on the other end of the 
school. 

He walks by classrooms filled with older students 
listening to what their teachers were saying. The 
room numbers get larger as he walks further. He walks 
by long paper welcome back banners stapled into cork 
strips mounted on the walls. He bends over and picks 
up a lost pen. He tests to see if it works by drawing 
a small smiley face on the back of his little hand. 
He puts it in his new clutch purse and walks by a 
trophy case proudly displaying awards from the 
wrestling and various teams. He looks at the pictures 
of the winning team and recognizes Stan. Dressed in 
his football gear, on one knee, helmet held at his 
side. He blushes as he remembers how it felt to for 
his dick to be inside him. In passing he sees the 
mean girl from the pool. Looking sternly at the 
camera surround by her volleyball team. Bitch. 

Joe remembers the shock and surprise of her slapping 
his face. The anger fuels his confidence as he 
strides down the hall. At the end of the long hallway 
he recognizes the little black numbers in the center 
of the glass door. He rereads his schedule and door 
number. Well. This is it. He folds the schedule an 
puts it in his purse. He fusses with his hair and 
skirt and twists the door knob. The mechanism loudly 
clicks open and he can feel the buzz of the class's 
interest. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. 

The bell rings. The quiet curiosity erupts into the 
loud clatter of tables and chairs, papers rustle and 
backpacks zip. The teacher walks towards Joe and 
tells the class to have a good first day. Joe looks 
at all the strange kids. He feels vulnerable. Afraid 
they will hate him. What if they find out about his 
little penis? 

Who are you? The teacher looks at him.

Joe watches the stream of faces flow by through the 
door. He steps out of their path and around the 
teacher so she has to turn to speak to him. Now he 
feels slightly less afraid with her blocking them. 
The teacher asks if she heard her. Who are you?

I'mmmm, uh... Joe remembers he left his yellow late 
slip in the nurse's office. The teacher sees how shy 
and overwhelmed Joe is. She impatiently tries to make 
him feel more comfortable to speed this awkward 
situation along. 

Are you Joe? She looks at the attendance roster. 

Yes. 

She erases something from the paper and wipes away 
the little pink eraser pieces. Try to be on time 
tomorrow please. She pencils something in quickly. 
Joe watches as a stream of new faces fill into the 
classroom. They all look over at him as they walk by. 
The teacher tells him to hurry to his next room or 
he'll miss that one too. Some passing girls gives him 
the stink face as she walks by, What are you looking 
at Fugly. 

Joe slips into the hall swarming with kids and loud 
with chatter. He wonder what Fugly, means. He finds 
his next room and moves to the safety of an empty 
desk at the back of the class. His heart pounds in 
his chest as everyone looks at him. Some look like 
they're pleased with what they see and others look 
hard and mad at him, some don't meet his eyes at all. 
He remember how it's just like being at the mall with 
his sister yesterday. 

He looks out the rectangular window thinking about 
how far away yesterday seems now. He adjusts his blue 
glasses so they sit better on his face. And how much 
sharper objects in the distance seem now. He feels 
the warm glow of pride and contentment swell inside 
him. He can still taste the salty residue of Adam's 
cum. 

The teacher stops tapping at the keyboard on her 
desk. Her high heels make a clacking sound as she 
walks to the door. The muttering of the class fades 
to silence. Joe curiously watches the class as the 
teacher closes the door. This is social studies and 
if you're in the wrong class that's too bad because 
you're mine now. The door closes loudly with 
finality. She laughs darkly. A small hesitant chuckle 
bursts out from someone and quickly gets crushed 
under the oppressive silence. Joe studies the looks 
on the faces of the kids around him. They all look 
scared and attentive like you would if you stumbled 
upon a poisonous snake. 

She looks every student in the eye and each one 
shrinks beneath her gaze. She looks at Joe and he 
feels her cold and evil malevolence pin him against 
the wall in despair. Sucking warmth and any memory of 
happiness from him. He feels the meaning of hope 
slowly disappearing and the desolation of his soul 
swallow him into its empty void. 	

She settles her horrible gaze on the poor kid in 
front of him. Joe watches them shrivel as he catches 
his breath. The warmth creeps back into his bones and 
he savors the feel of the other people. He looks 
around the room and sees the pale face of trauma on 
each one. He has learned that he never wants to feel 
that way again. He sits up straight and pays complete 
attention as the teacher says her name, I'm Ms. 
Sylvia. Now can anyone tell me my name? 

No one raises their hand. A curious and frightened 
air feels the room as one boy in the front row 
timidly raises his hand. She looks at him in silence. 
Joe can see every muscle in his body shaking. The 
pressure of the room thickens as the seconds tick on. 
Finally she says the boy's name. 

His weak voice croaks out, Ms.... Sylvia.

She smiles in a pleased way and strokes his hair, 
Good boy. The boy seems to be utterly beaming with 
happiness and pride. Joe imagines him to be furiously 
wagging his tail like an overly excited dog right 
before it pees on the floor. She says, It pleases me 
to hear how well you learn. As long as I'm 
happy...(she scans each face again with her cold 
penetrating eyes)...You can be happy. 

The class collectively exhales their held breath. The 
air becomes softer and the sunlight streaking through 
the windows seems to warm up. Bathing everyone in the 
gold of a summer morning. Ms. Sylvia cheerily teaches 
her lesson and the class seem to beam with happiness, 
even Joe. 

Ms. Sylvia asks if anyone knows the capital. Everyone 
shoots their hands up enthusiastically. Joe feels 
surrounded by rigid arms and pointy hands. Joe wants 
to raise his arm. Excitement burns him to raise his 
hand so that hopefully she would call on him. To bask 
in the pleasure of giving her the right answer. But 
he doesn't know the name. She picks a pretty girl 
with her hair in a long braid that bursts with joy at 
delivering the right answer. 

Joe feels as if he should make every effort and spend 
every minute learning everything he possibly can so 
that he never feels so beneath the class. Like an 
anchor dragging everyone into the filth of his 
stupidity. The shame burns him like acid. He sits up 
straighter and vows to listen harder and not let any 
syllable or vowel uttered from her lips pass by 
unheard and unremembered. 

Now class everyone open their books and take out some 
paper. The class quietly and quickly produce their 
materials. Everyone has them in every little desk in 
every little row every smiling eager student has 
their pens poised above their paper and books open to 
the same page. Everyone but him. MS Sylvia smiles 
down the rows and her face contorts as she catches 
the scent of Joe's lack of materials. 

You.

Joe feels like the world pulls away from him. The 
whole class turn and look at him with expressionless 
faces. 

Joe wishes he could scurry away from here. Squeak and 
hide away like a mouse. Instead he finds himself 
standing trying to hide behind his shoulders and 
knees. He hears himself say, Yes MS Sylvia? His face 
burns with embarrassment.	She asks him where is 
his book? Joe shakes with fear as he admits, I don't 
have one. 

Where is your notebook?

Joe's eyes blur and a hot tear runs down his cheek. I 
don't have one. A smirking boy chuckles at him 
sadistically. MS Sylvia slithers over to the boy. 
Menacingly she looms over him trapping him in the 
dark despair of her eyes. The boy cringes in fear. 
Eyes wide in panic. MS Sylvia hisses, Do you think 
this is funny? He whimpers that he doesn't. She 
screeches, Then why did you chuckle at her expense? 
The boy breaks down and sobs apologizing. A small 
puddle forms beneath his desk. MS Sylvia softens and 
soothes him, Poor wretched child. 

The boy looks up into her eyes eager to please her. 
She strokes his hair and tells him to go get cleaned 
up and to let Joe uses his materials. He sniffles and 
nods his head. He passes the book and notebook back. 
It changes hand to hand till it falls softly and 
firmly onto his desk. The boy quickly and quietly 
walks out the door. Immediately after the door softly 
clicks closed the old janitor appears and mops up the 
puddle and exits. 

Now. MS Sylvia puts a stray hair back into place. 
Let's open out books to... Oh honey you can sit down 
now. 

Yes MS Sylvia. Joe sits relieved, sorry, ashamed, 
vindicated, happy and sad. He opens the book to the 
page his neighbor has their book open to and follows 
along. After a couple of minutes Joe barely notices 
the boy sit back at his desk in a dry pair of pants. 

The bell rings and the class remains seated and 
quiet. MS Sylvia waits as the sound from the hall 
gets louder with shuffling feet and lockers opening 
and closing. She smiles warmly and the whole class 
basks in her glow. She dismisses them and wishes them 
a good rest of the day. Joe watches the boy grab his 
back pack and exit. He follows him to his locker and 
gives him his books back. He nonchalantly says 
thanks. 

Joe apologizes to him. The boy looks at him surprised 
and tells him it's ok. He closes his locker and 
hurries to his next class. Joe walks by the old 
janitor waiting by MS Sylvia's door with the yellow 
mop bucket and brown mop handle sticking out of it. 
The old janitor smiles fatherly and explains every 
year at the beginning of every class someone always 
leaves a puddle. Joe feels lucky it wasn't him as he 
walks by to find his next class. 

The rest of the day passes uneventfully. At lunch he 
followed his class down to the large gym lined with 
brown tables with stools attached to them. He waited 
in line, was handed a tray. He slid it along the 
metal rails like the rest of the class. The people on 
the other side slopped clumps of food on their beige 
plastic trays. Joe looked at them as he passed. 
Dressed in white coats and pants. They wore cloudy 
white net things on their hair and some of the men 
had to wear them on their faces. Joe guesses to cover 
their facial hair. Although it looks almost as if 
they were protecting themselves from the food they 
slop. At the end of the rails a bored old lady looks 
down at him, Name?

Joe.

Last name? Joe tells her and takes his tray and 
timidly wonders down the rows of tables till he finds 
a seat by himself. He watches the kids talking and 
eating. Some laughing some indifferent. Joe drinks 
his milk watching. Wondering about their life and 
what homes they go home to. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story 
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in 
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive 
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in 
their local prison system.
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