After School Special/Part Seven

by Marlissa


"I'll teach you to be so careless, Brenda!" He swung the paddle
back and landed it squarely on his cupcake asscheeks. Brenda
screamed but the soundproofed walls retained the music of his
agony within the room. Again and again the paddle fell.

Kelly could feel his mistress'es interest switch to the helpless
boy-girl's punishment. He continued to lap the plastic dildo
clean, hoping to avoid displeasing Mother the way Brenda had
displeased Daddy. His chin was cupped. Mother unbuckled
the strap-on.

"I want to watch Brenda get what's coming to her. Come with
me-- on your fours, bitch!" Mother walked to the arm chair
Daddy had been sitting in earlier. Kelly followed her, a kitten
following its mistress. She sat down, spreading her legs. With
easy finesse, she hooked her thumb in the band of her black
panty and pulled the dainty thing off. Beneath, her bright-red
haired cleft was wet and sparkling.

"Pleasure me, Blue Eyes. Pleasure me well. Or you'll get what
Brenda is getting." She spread her thighs wide open and
reclined with a dry smile.

Kelly carefully nuzzled his face to the older woman's sex and
began to lick the furry edgings of Mrs. Mason's pussy. He had
been trained how to do this and knew precisely where and how
long to lick. As Brenda whined for mercy from Daddy, he
reminded himself that he must teach Brenda how to be a
cuntlapper. It would be an important slut skill for his lil sis to
know! Mother stroked his hair now almost appreciatively and
he renewed his oral worship, happy to keep the woman happy.
After a good thirty minutes, throughout which she filled Kelly's
mouth twice with her stickiness, Dr. Lesley Mason pushed the
pretty blonde away. She looked for something on the floor,
found it and picked it up with toes. It was her discarded black
lace panties.

"Clean the crotch. A sweet treat for a good little bitch!" She
patted Kelly on the head and the blonde dutifully spread the
panty crotch face up and began to give it long, loving licks--
tasting with each his adoptive mother's love juice.

Brenda's manacles had been lowered so that he now crouched
on his knees in front of Rick Mason. He was crying
hysterically, promising to be a good slut for Daddy. "Please
don't hit me any more!" he screeched.

Daddy looked down at the teen boy-girl. "See what a good girl
Kelly is, Brenda? Why can't you be more like her? She how
she likes being a sexy bimbo slut now? Remember how at first
she didn't?"

"Yes, Daddy! Please don't hurt me anymore!" he pleaded
manically.

He slapped her and continued. "Quiet, wench. Now listen.
Kelly is going to be giving you more and more slut lessons and
I expect you to pay close attention-- UNDERSTAND?"

He nodded dumbly.

"Good. Now I want you to kiss your Daddy's balls-- AND
DON'T YOU DARE SCRATCH THEM WITH YOUR
BRACES!"

Brenda bent his head and began the humiliating task, happy just
not to be further punished. He offered loving adoration to each
of his Daddy's sweaty, hairy balls as he held Brenda's black
ponytail as a rein.

"That's my sexy little girlie! Inside those balls I'm making cum
just for my Brenda-girl to drink! Wouldn't you like a nice
sticky mouthful of Daddy's cum?"

Brenda nodded, his tongue too busy to answer. His cock was
rising again and Daddy rubbed it against the teen's pale face.
Suddenly, he drew the ponytail back and aimed the cock at
Brenda's bare chest. In a second, Brenda's two small bubbles
were covered with a sheet of the spunk.

"Is Kelly done cleaning your panties, Lesley? I have a chore
for her."

Mother snapped her fingers and Kelly looked up. "Your Daddy
has a job for you."

Rick Mason pointed at Brenda's small cum coated titties.
"Clean your sister's little hooters off, girlie. Milk them good."

Kelly nodded sweetly. He wasn't about to get Daddy mad at
her by sassing. Besides cum wasn't so bad tasting. He lowered
his lips to Brenda's nipple and began to tongue off the salty
snack. As he did, Brenda began to moan in his bondage,
pushing his boobs lewdly forward, greedy for more sisterly
attention. The parents watched as the older teen boy-girl made
love to the other's small feminine mounds.

"Sweet pets, aren't they Rick?" his wife asked. Her husband
nodded. "And they thought they were boys. Why they're the
cutest little teenage bimbos I've ever seen. Brenda-- so
innocent! And Kelly-- so horny!"

That night they were told that they would be rewarded for doing
such a good job on their "homework" by being allowed to sleep
with each other. It was a wonderful treat, thought Kelly as he
watched his younger sister get ready for bed. The brunette had
come to find Kelly his best friend, so much smarter and more
sophisticated. Why, Kelly got to wear the prettiest lace panties
and bras, which he wore on those big breasts of his! If he had
to be a girl and have an older sister, he was glad it was Kelly!
And he just loved cuddling with his pretty older sis too.

"Kelly," he asked, "what do you want your Lil Sis in?" He
knew he was teasing, but couldn't help it.

Kelly had given him a "you know better than that" look. "Don't
be such a bitch, Bren! You know how sexy you look in your
red panties. And don't forget your bra! You know Daddy and
Mother want your breasts to get as much shape and lift as they
can. They're so small and dainty they need to be in a bra as
much as they can. You can't keep not wearing your bra to bed--
they'll find out and punish you!"

He pouted and agreed, slipping on at least a cute pink colored
bra for his sissy sister-lover. Then slipping on his sister's
preferred red thong panties, he presented himself. "Like me?"

Kelly smiled at his sis. He had come to love the younger boy-
girl and tried to protect him as much as he had been able. It
was so hard when Kelly also had to help teach him all the
degrading things their adoptive parents required of them. At
least tonight they could find peace in each other's arms. And his
little lover looked just so hot in his cotton undies!

"I just can't wait to start!" he answered impishly.

Hand in hand, they minced bare foot into Kelly's room. Inside
they found Daddy and Mother waiting. Daddy held a video
recorder.

"Are you both ready?" Mother demanded.

Kelly nodded his head. "I'm not wearing anything under my
robe. If that's o.k."

Daddy put the camera down. "Put on something very sexy for
your sister. Something she's not old enough to wear but you
are. Put on one of the things I bought you for Valentine's Day.
That should emphasize the age difference."

Dully, Kelly opened his dresser. He pulled out a black lace
garter belt, black lace thong panties and a black lace push-up
bra. He held them up for approval. Daddy had bought them for
Kelly not longer after the Estradiol had really begun to kick in--
when Kelly had turned from the sullen, withdrawn prisoner into
the hot-blooded young sexpot. After that Daddy and Mother
had given him lots of pretty things to wear for them.

"Perfect. Put them on. Black heels too," he was instructed.

As he donned the lingerie, he heard Mother speak into the
microphone. "Lesbian Lessons For Little Sister, testing."

Brenda was told to get under the covers. "Hug the teddy bear
and pretend you're dreaming of a boyfriend," he was told by
Daddy. Brenda did as he was told as the camera began to
capture the moment.

Mother snapped her fingers and Kelly quickly pranced in the
heels to her side. "We're going to turn your make-out into a
movie for our friends. You two are going to be movie stars."

Kelly smiled. He knew he was supposed to smile so he did, but
he didn't feel it inside. He felt dirty and excited at the same
time.

"Now you're going to surprise little Brenda there in bed. Use
your imagination and show us what a slut you are for her."
Mother was so excited.

"Yes, do Kelly-- or I'll take you over my knee for sure.
Understand?" Daddy threatened from behind the video camera.

He nodded with a bright bimbo smile . "Oh, yes Daddy! I'll try
to do a super job!"

The camera whirred on. Kelly crept up to the bedside and
gently took the teddy bear from the sleeping boy-girl. Brenda
looked up and he held his finger to his sensuous lips.

"SSSSHHH or our parents will hear!" he whispered. "Do you
think I'm pretty?"

Brenda smiled wide and nodded.

"Can I get into bed with you?" he asked and again Brenda
nodded.

Kelly snuggled in the bed and threw off the covers. "Like my
pretty undies, Bren?" he purred.

Brenda nodded. "Do you like mine?" He thrust out her little
boobed-filled bra. Clearly the filming didn't matter to him. He
wanted to be with his older slave sister regardless.

Kelly played with the bra's little shoulder strap. "Cute! What's
your bra size, Brenda?"

"Just a 32AAA, Kelly. But I'm only fourteen and a half.
Maybe they'll grow out. What size are yours?"

Kelly was getting into his role now. "32B. Say, do you know
what a lesbian is Bren?"

Brenda shook his head. "No Kelly."

Kelly stroked his sister's breasts through the soft cotton cup.
"It's when a girl wants to be with another girl, like the way she
might be with a boy."

Brenda blushed. "I've never been with a boy, Kelly. Just
Daddy."

The blonde was now stroking his little sister's thigh. "Want to
be my girlfriend, Brenda?"

Brenda coyly smiled. "Will you teach me how Kelly?"

Kelly answered by pulled down Brenda's bra straps then leaning
forward to unhook it. Then he leaned forward to snuggle his
own black laced tits against his young sister's bare nipples.
Like magic the nipples snapped to attention under the older boy-
girl's ministrations.

"You're hot for me, Bren-- see your boobies?" Then he
unhooked his own bra and the two began a chest-to-chest dry
hump that lasted for what seemed hours. "See how much I love
you little sister? Your little titties? Your pretty mouth? I love
you Brenda Mason! If I could, I'd keep you as mine, all mine!"
And with that, Daddy and Mother rose, the camera off.

"Good job girlies. Now Brenda, off to your bed little one.
Kelly, lights out. Tomorrow is a school day." Mother and
Daddy left the two to their respective slumber.

And as Kelly nodded off to sleep, he dreamed he was a
beautiful butterfly kept in a jar by a man and a woman. Would
they ever let him out of the jar? As he dreamed, tears like rain
made his pillow wet. In the morning he would forget, but for
know he knew he was the pretty butterfly in a jar that would
never be anything other than pretty, weak and possessed. The
tears were shed for a long time before he finally drifted to a
nocturnal peace.

THE END