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Fall and Winter, Year Two
When Halloween was on its way, Keith said he knew just the right costume for me. We looked in the storage closet where Mom kept the clothes she was planning to give to Good Will. Keith took out a frilly dress for me and told me to adjust it. I got busy on the sewing machine and soon had it fitting me perfectly. We dug out a pair of Mom's heels and an old wig. Then we sat in Mom's bedroom and Keith dolled up my face with lipstick and rouge and eye shadow. Keith went off to get some rolled up socks to augment my chest when Mom came walking in. She didn't look shocked or condescending. She simply came over, sat at her vanity and said, "You need some lessons on applying makeup, Sweetie." She rubbed off the stuff Keith had put on and carefully laid a foundation, then showed me how to put on highlights, just the right amount of lipstick and shadow. I looked ever so much better. When Keith returned, Mom took out an old bra, "You'll need something to hold those socks in place, Sweetie." I looked in the mirror. Shit, I was gorgeous. I wasn't a Halloween female charicature; I was a real girl. Keith dressed up as a bum.
In the weeks between Halloween and Christmas, I took to wearing my new look a lot. I'd come home from school and put on my dress and makeup. I skipped my next couple haircuts. Keith thought it was fine that I was dressing as a girl. He never thought I was a real male anyway. Mom figured she had rediscovered her longlost daughter. She helped me alter some more clothes and even bought me a few new skirts and blouses. She'd hand me her ladies magazines with articles about how to apply makeup. I pored over the mags in my room, especially the articles on "fifteen ways to make your man happy." As we sat around the supper table, they referred to me as Francine. I loved it.
Now Dad's reaction was really curious. He was amused on Halloween, even pretending to flirt with this pretty new chick in his house. Then, as the charade continued for days and then weeks, he began watching me, talking to me, treating me like a person. He was showing much more interest in Francine, than he had ever shown in Francis.
One Friday night, I drove Keith over to his new girl friend's house. He introduced me as his sister, and she never suspected. Of course they were petting so heavily in the back seat that she wouldn't have noticed if a penguin were driving. I dropped them off at the movies, found out when the show would be over, and drove home. As I was walking down the hall to our bedroom, Dad called me into his room. He asked me to close the door and sit beside him on his bed. He put his arm around me and told me that he hoped I knew how much he loved me. He began reaching under my blouse. Then he leaned over and nuzzled my ear. I was loving it. My father was finally showing his oldest child the love he couldn't give me as a son. We both laid back on the bed and he placed his lips on mine and kissed me. By now both his hands were massaging my flat little boy tits, shaved clean, and pawing at my skirt. "Francine?" he whispered.
"What, Dad?"
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, Dad."
"I'm going to ask you to do something very special for me. It might seem very strange but please do not be shocked. It's something that would make me very happy. Would you like to make me happy, Francine?"
"Yes, Dad."
Dad then stood up and took off his pants. His boner was huge. "Do you know what a blow job is, Francine?"
"I'm not sure," I lied. I knew Dad wanted to think his cock was the first one I tasted.
"Well, I'm going to put my cock in your mouth, OK? Now don't be afraid. It's perfectly normal, OK. I want you to suck it like a fat peppermint stick, OK?"
"OK, Dad." I opened my mouth. I tried not to show I was an expert cocksucker. I tried to recall how I had sucked Keith the first time. How the bitch pup had sucked Jimmy at the pool. I think I must have pulled it off, because Dad was delirious. He softly sighed as he pulled in and out of my mouth. His hands caressed my soft flowing blond hair. There was no rush, the way there was with Keith. Dad took his own sweet time. But eventually, I felt the organ throb on my tongue. Then bursts of fathermilk flooded my mouth. Dad made no move to pull out, so I swallowed the cream which had created me nearly seventeen years before. I was now finally one with my father.
About once a week, when Keith was busy somewhere doing something, Dad found a time when he and I could be alone. Real quality time with my father.
One night I woke up and knew I had to get up and pee. I glanced at Keith's bed and saw it was empty, so I waited for him to come back from the john. But he didn't come and didn't come. I was getting desperate. I decided I couldn't hold it any longer and got up to go downstairs to the half lav. But when I passed the john, the door was open and the room vacant. I did my business and began heading back to bed, but when I passed Mom's bedroom, I heard her moaning. I was worried and peeked in the keyhole. There was my brother fucking my mom. Well, I guess the family circle was complete now.
When Christmas came, there were presents under the tree for Francine. For the first time in my life, I felt special on Christmas morning. Mom had bought me several new outfits, smart and stylish, all fitting me perfectly. When I opened the box from Dad, I was really touched. He had gotten me a pair of falsies to replace the socks in my bra. They looked like real tits. They felt like real tits. I immediately put them in and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. I felt that finally my parents loved me, cared about my needs.
Keith gave me a bottle of Nair. However he was smoldering. He hated all the attention I was receiving. As the new year started, his treatment became especially severe. The wrist and ankle restraints were used often; I was spanked and whipped. I also had to keep the sidewalk shoveled when it snowed. But that wasn't enough for Keith.
Keith was sleeping with Mom on a regular basis now, just as I was regularly getting fucked by Dad. We were each aware of what the other was doing, and we never questioned where the other was when the bed was empty. However, Keith was not at all happy that I was getting so much attention from Dad and he determined to find new ways to torture me for it.
One time in February, Keith came home and told me about a boy from the local college he met at the mall. I suspect it was one of his drug dealers. Apparently, Bart was asking him about his family and when he heard about Keith's sister, he asked if she were seeing anyone. Bart asked Keith to set him up. Bart called me a couple days later and he did sound real nice. All he wanted, he said, was a nice quiet date, maybe a movie, maybe stop for ice cream afterwards. I was excited. Mom was thrilled. Her daughter going on her first date. Dad was worried, and Keith had to assure him that Bart was a gentleman. But no man is ever good enough for a girl's father.
On Friday night, Mom helped me choose an outfit and get my makeup on. Bart drove up right on time and I ran out to the car to meet him. I climbed in the car and he looked me over and smiled. "Wow. Your brother told me you were attractive. But I didn't know you were going to be so hot! Man!!" I blushed. He gave me a peck on my cheek.
"So where are we going?"
"Oh, I have a nice evening planning, Frannie." My first pet name. "But I have to stop by my dorm room to get something first. OK?"
"Sure, Bart." We drove to the campus and he led me into the men's dorm. "Are you sure I'm supposed to be in here?" Bart laughed. He took me up to his room.
Bart took off my winter coat and said, "Sit right there on my bed, Frannie. Can I get you something? a beer? a coke? some weed?" I shook my head. Bart got himself a beer and then the door opened. "Hey, Alex, this here is Frannie. Frannie, meet my roommate." Alex came over and sat beside me on the bed. He put his arm around my waist. Bart sat on the other side and they began passing the beer back and forth and gradually began fondling me. "Frannie, I love your tits. So soft and young." I thought about running out, but Alex had his hand between my shaved thighs. Bart was pawing my rear. "What a sweet ass, baby." Both of them began unbuttoning my blouse. I tried to object. "Now, now, you know you love this, don't you, Frannie." I did. I really loved being handled like the girl I was. But I also knew my secret couldn't last much longer. Again, I tried to say something, but Bart's mouth was covering mine and his tongue was delving deep inside. By now my blouse was off and Bart skillfully unfastened my bra. As it slipped off, so did my tits. "What the shit!! Falsies!! Frannie, how old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Sixteen and still no tits? Damn! You ever had your pussy fucked, kid?"
"No," I said honestly.
Then Alex chimed in. "You want to get it fucked?"
"Well, yes, very much, but . . ."
Bart reached down and with one pull had my skirt and panties off.
Alex was the first to see my leather g. "What the fuck is this thing?" He pawed at it and felt my equipment inside. "Motherfucker, Bart, this ain't no chick!"
"What the hell? What are you and your damned brother trying to pull, kid? Keith said you were a party girl. That you liked threeways." Ah, comes the dawn. This was all Keith's way of humiliating me further.
"Well, I think it's time we teach this faggot bastard a lesson, Bart." With that, they grabbed me and turned me over on the side of the bed, and ripped off my g. Alex held me down and muffled my screams with a pillow while Bart got his pants off. No lube, no rubber, Bart just pulled my two cheeks apart and rammed his cock inside. He fucked furiously and eventually came. Then he held me down while Alex got his jollies off inside the faggot's boy pussy.
Emptied, they released me. With obvious disgust, they told me to get out. I quickly threw my clothes on. "And tell that pimp brother of yours he better get himself a new supplier." Disheveled, I ran out of the dorm and hailed a cab to take me home.
Mom and Dad saw that the date did not go well. Dad threatened to hang Bart up by his gonads, but I said to just forget it. Later, in our bedroom, Keith asked me if I had a good time. "Yeah, I was a real party girl," I mumbled. Keith chuckled.