The Girls Only Club

Published on Apr 19, 1998

Transgender

The Girls-Only Club by Pamela

(c) 1997 "peter bernard" pamelapamela@hotmail.com.

  1. Chapter

The girls and Blake decided it was best if he wore just a bra and panties under his regular clothes when he went home, rather than risk being caught with his breasts still on. Taking them off along with his makeup, wig and other clothes had given him a sad empty feeling. It made the girls sad too, but there was nothing they could do about it. Blake would have to get used to the trauma of switching between Pamela and Blake. At least he had the happy memory of their big day at the mall and could look forward to having many fun times together in the future. The most exciting time of all being the upcoming wedding where Blake could wear his beautiful bridesmaids dress the whole day long and even into the night.

The girls had insisted that he take the pretty nightie home with him together with the two bras and panties. Every night at eleven O'Clock when he was going to bed, all the girls in the club would stop whatever they were doing and think about each other. If possible, he should put on the nightie as a symbol of their closeness.

Blake got home just in time for dinner. His father, Ann and Barry had returned a short while earlier from the baseball game and were excitedly talking about what had happened. Blake had dreaded seeing Janice, but she went about her business helping his mom prepare dinner without giving the least indication that she had anything to say about what had happened earlier that day in the mall.

Sitting at the table, Blake's dad said, ``you missed a fantastic game, Blake. The Orioles won 7 to 6 in the bottom of the ninth on a come from behind homer by Smith!"

``Sounds great dad," Blake said, trying to show enthusiasm. In spite of all his previous years of liking baseball, he now felt that it was unladylike to be too interested.

Janice and I ran into Mrs. O'Connor and the girls in the lingerie department at Lord and Taylor," his mom said. They said that you were with a friend."

``Yeah, I ran into Clifford and some of the guys and we hung out awhile while Mrs. O'Connor went shopping for some things for herself."

``Did you buy a nice suit?" his mom asked.

``Yes. It looks really good on me. Its getting a few alterations so I'll pick it up next weekend." Mrs. O'Connor had told Blake that she would buy him a suit this week to show his parents. Blake sneaked a glance at Janice and saw that she had rolled her eyes up at the mention of the suit.

``There was a lovely new girl with Mrs. O'Connor. I forget her name."

Oh, you must mean Pamela," Blake said, she's a new friend of Kathy's and the other girls."

``I never met such a polite, shy young girl as her. She was so pretty and sweet. Just like a little flower."

``I had the feeling I've met her before," Janice said, looking straight at Blake.

``She's new in town," Blake said, as he put a pleading expression on his face, trying to communicate to Janice to please not say anything.

``So there were six girls plus Mrs. O'Connor and you, and all of you went to the mall together in a single car?" Barry asked.

``Yes."

``What car?"

``Mrs. O'Connor's Plymouth."

God, Blake. You must have been in heaven. Six pretty girls and you crammed into one car!" Barry said. How did you sit?"

``Well, four of us were in the back seat, and Penny sat on Amy's lap in the front." Blake realized that it sounded implausible, but he would have to stick to the lie.

Sounds real fishy to me," Ann said, like Mrs. O'Connor would drive you all without seat belts."

``It was a special situation. They weren't expecting Pamela to show up, and they didn't want to disappoint her."

Pamela was trying on bras, when we saw her," Blake's mom added. I'm sure Mrs. O'Connor was making the best of the situation."

Blake couldn't quite figure out how to interpret what his mom said, but it seemed to end the discussion, so he left it there. After dinner, his dad suggested they play some baseball in the backyard, while Blake's mom and Janice did the dishes.

Blake wanted to help in the kitchen, rather than play baseball, but his father wouldn't hear of it. ``Blake, what has gotten into you? Why are you worrying about your mom getting stuck with the dishes? Lets just have some fun."

So he joined Ann and Barry in the backyard, taking a baseball glove from the garage. His father threw a ball to Barry, who through it to Ann, who threw it as fast as she could at Blake. It came very fast and Blake jumped away in fear while letting out a high pitched scream.

What in tarnation are you afraid of Blake," his dad yelled as Ann stood there laughing. You know how to catch don't you?"

``Sorry dad. It was just so fast it kind of surprised me." He fetched the ball and felt an extreme fear that he wouldn't be able to throw it far enough to his dad. He was very aware of his bra as he raised his arm back to throw the ball. He had to make sure the straps didn't fall to the side or else have it become visible threw his arm holes. The end result was an awkward motion, very much like a girl throwing the ball. It went in a slow high trajectory falling far short of his dad.

``Blake, you threw that ball like a girl!" Ann said.

``I'm sorry dad. I'm just tired from the day. I'm sure I can throw it right tomorrow. Can I go now?"

Shaking his head in disgust, his dad said, ``OK, Blake. Go help your mom in the kitchen."

Blake ran into the house feeling a mixture of shame and pleasure that he didn't have to play baseball. When he got to the kitchen his mom was surprised to see him. I'm too tired to play," he told her, but I don't mind helping out in the kitchen."

``Well, in that case, you and Janice can do the dishes, and I'll sit down."

His mom left leaving Janice to take over washing the dishes with Blake drying them.

``Janice, I'm sorry for what happened today."

``Oh Blake you have me so worried about you. I can't believe that my brother is trying on bras at Lord and Taylor, pretending to be a sweet little girl named Pamela. I don't understand how all the other girls and Mrs. O'Connor go along with this."

``But you said the other day that there was nothing really wrong with a boy who wants to wear girls clothes."

``I know I said that, and that is why I didn't just run and tell mom. But it is such a shock anyway. You are my brother after all. And we both know how much it would hurt mom and dad if they found out! I'm sure that it would really crush dad. I mean he might get a heart attack. He might never speak to you again."

The thought of this terrified Blake. ``I don't know what to do Janice. Today was the happiest day of my life. When I'm with the other girls I feel like I am one of them. I feel so pretty and alive and happy. I know that deep inside I am a girl; I want to be your sister so bad Janice!"

Janice had stopped washing the dishes and was staring at Blake. Blake, I don't know what to say. I love you and care about you. And I see that it took a lot of courage to say what you just said. But I really am in a dilemma." She took a long pause before continuing. I also love mom and dad, and I can't stand the thought of them being hurt. My guess is that mom would learn to accept you as a girl; she could never abandon one of her kids. But dad is another story."

``Janice, this only concerns you and me right now. They don't know and if all goes well they will never know."

``How can you say that. After what I saw today, and what you just said a moment ago, it is clear that you will someday become a real girl. What then?"

This was going so much further than Blake had ever really thought about. He only knew what he felt right now, but he could see that Janice had a point. It looked like there would never be a time when he would just suddenly give up wanting to be a girl and just become a man. As long as he was alive, he was going to want to be a girl, and he would never be able to accept being a man. He remembered Mr. Morris's offer to make him a real girl and for the first time he realized that one day he might very well want that to happen to him.

``I guess you're right Janice. I know deep inside that I can never turn back. I feel so awful just wearing these male clothes right now. I want to put on a skirt and blouse right now! I want to have breasts in front of me like the other girls. Oh, and Janice, later today Mrs. O'Connor bought me some high heels. I just loved walking in them, and I wish that I could wear them now too!"

``Blake, get control of yourself! If it is of any consolation to you, I'll go along with you being my sister, but you must promise me that you'll do everything you can possibly do to keep it a secret from the rest of the family."

``Oh, of course I will Janice," Blake said smiling. He embraced her and Janice held him back. They each had to wipe away a few tears from their eyes when the moment passed.

``It looks to me that your friends have got you off to a really great start in feminizing you, but there are a lot of little things I could probably help you with on a day to day basis."

``That would be marvelous, Janice!"

``I could teach you a lot more about make-up and styling your hair. Also I could show you how to sew and how to arrange flowers."

``One thing I really want to learn is how to not let boys take advantage of me!"

``That's weird, you dating boys! Imagine how crazy it would be if we went on a double date together!"

``I'm not ready to date yet, Janice, but I feel like I have to be prepared to deal with men. Today, I got the feeling that they find me very sexy; I mean when I walk by them, they stare at me."

That happens all the time to girls. Ever since I was your age, I always noticed the boys and men sneaking a peak at my legs or my breasts," Janice said. All girls experience that, and it is something that you eventually accept as second nature."

Janice was looking at Blake with an expression of slight bewilderment. This was all so strange to deal with. She asked him, ``do you only dress up when you're with the girls?"

Blake didn't say anything so she said, ``do mean you also dress up other times? Are you wearing anything now?"

Blake's continued silence prompted her to say, let me look Blake." She pulled open the front of his shirt and saw his bra. Oh my god, Blake, you're wearing a bra at home here! And I bet you have panties too!"

Blake nodded his head. ``One false move and mom or dad will catch you. Or maybe even Ann or Barry! This is going too far!"

But Janice, I'm very careful. They suspect nothing and I always make sure I have on tops which fully hide the bra straps. See?" Blake turned around. Do you see them?"

``No, not really, but if I smooth out the shirt, or I was to pat you on the back, I would see the place where it clips. That part always sticks out a little."

``No one will pat me on the back."

``Where do you keep your clothes. Mom could find that bra in your room any time."

``I put the things in the attic. But now that you know, could I put them in one of your drawers?"

``That would be worse, since Mom would easily see that I have some new bras that she didn't know about, if she was to put the laundry away. Anyway, your bras are what cup size?"

``B."

``Yes, and I'm a C cup, so she'll really see the difference. In the attic you could at least pretend they are some old bras of mine, if she were to find them."


When Blake's dad, Barry and Ann came back inside from playing ball, Blake was sitting with Janice and his mom in the living room. His mom and Janice were talking about a quilt they were planning to sew, and Blake had been asking many questions about how they would do it. The newcomers sat down so that the whole family was sitting together.

The doorbell rang and Barry went to answer it. He came back with a friend, Steve, who was giving his barbell set to Barry. They went back and forth in several trips carrying the weights and the long metal pole on which they fastened. When they were done, Blake's dad and Ann got up to take a look at the set.

``You've got about 200 pounds of weights there."

``Actually, there is 250 pounds," Steve said.

``Let me try and lift some," Ann said.

Sure," Steve said, how much weight do you want? Twenty pounds?"

``Give me a hundred pounds."

``A hundred pounds? You've got to be crazy. There is no way a girl your age, or a girl any age can lift that much!"

``I said a hundred pounds," Ann said angrily.

Steve did as she told him. When it was all set up, Ann walked over to the bar, stooped down with bent knees, grabbed it firmly and straightened up so the bar was held at her waist. Everyone looked on in astonishment.

Now, I'll curl it," she said, and she proceeded to do a perfect curl with the hundred pound weight. Blake watched her biceps bulge out under the strain, and a vein in her neck stood out by the effort. Next she suddenly jerked the weight strait over her head and held it there, and then quickly brought it down to the ground. Blake's dad jumped with excitement, saying, that's my girl! Fantastic!" and Barry said, elated, ``Ann, your just a knockout. How did you ever get so strong?"

``I've been working out in the gym after school, everyday for a year."

Ann was beaming with pride at her accomplishment.

Barry said, Now let me show you what to shoot for." He added another hundred pounds, and repeated the same movements as Ann. Almost effortlessly he was able to manipulate the 200 pound weight.Very impressive, Barry, now let me try," Blake's dad said.

His mother quickly intervened saying, ``you know you'll throw your back out for a month. Don't try it," but he ignored her and proceeded to do one curl with the weight, but didn't try to get it over his head.

Blake couldn't help but admire the awesome strength of Barry and his dad as he watched their arms bulge tightly under the weight. Ann then said, ``come on, Blake, let's see what you can do."

Surprised that the attention had been turned to him, Blake said, ``oh no, I'm not very good at that."

Come on, Blake," his dad said. Let's just see where you are, then you can aim to get a little better. Put it back to a hundred pounds."

When the bar was adjusted back to a hundred, Blake had no choice but to attempt it. Very conscious of his bra, he reached down awkwardly, grasped the rod and tried to lift it. It didn't move at all. It was as if it were welded to the floor. ``I guess this is too much for me."

``I'll say so," said Ann.

``Now don't be nasty, Ann," Blake's mom spoke up.

A ten pound weight was taken off each side, and Blake now tried it again at eighty pounds. His thin arms pulled it as hard as he could and this time it rolled backward a bit, but didn't get off the ground.

Jesus, Blake," his dad said, can't you do eighty? You weigh more than that!"

``Dad, I said that I'm not good at this. I guess it doesn't really interest me to lift weights."

``Come on now, try sixty pounds,"

This was set up and Blake was only able to get one end of it a little off the ground. They lowered the weight to 40 pounds, and finally Blake was able to stand up with it. He tried hard to do a curl with it, but he couldn't bend his arm; the weight just hung down straight. They lowered it now to just twenty pounds, ten on each side. Through a great struggle, Blake managed to barely do one curl.

``Congratulations, Blake," his dad said sarcastically. Ann was smirking and Barry and Steve were shaking their heads in amazement. Only his mom and Janice were clearly upset at his predicament.

Thats very fine Blake," his mother said. All it takes is a little practice and you'll be just as good as Ann or Barry."

You all stop teasing Blake," Janice said, why should he be good at weightlifting if it doesn't interest him?"

Blake felt both ashamed and hurt. His dad had been inconsiderate to make him lift the weights in front of everybody. ``Dad, I don't care about being strong. I don't want to be strong. It serves no purpose."

``If your little sister can lift a hundred pounds, and you can only lift twenty, and barely that, then I really wonder if you are a boy!" his dad said angrily.

``Don't say such a thing!" his mom interjected.

``Well honey I don't want to be cruel but Blake has the choice to do some exercise to get himself in shape. Like Ann did for herself. Right now he has the strength of a girl. I mean, how can he stand that? Maybe we should put him in little dresses and put bows in his hair."

Ann, Barry and Steve couldn't stifle their laughter at Blake's dad's outburst. Blake ran out of the room crying, and after a minute his dad went after him to apologize.

``I'm sorry Blake. That was really mean of me. You know that I'm proud of you. I just got a little upset that you don't try harder to do some exercise. If a girl like Ann could work hard to get to 100 pounds, then I don't see any reason why you can't do it too. In fact, it should be a lot easier for you, since you have male hormones and she doesn't."

``I'm really sorry dad. You're right, I'll try and practice everyday and see if I can get stronger." Blake knew he was lying. If he got large muscles the girls would not like it; they might even ask him to leave the club. No, he knew that he would never get manly arms.

Later that evening his mom came up to his room and told him to just be the way he wants to be. ``The family has enough muscle men running around here. We don't need any more. I like how sensitive you are, honey. I wish all boys were like you, and especially Ann!"


Later that night, Blake put on the nightie and got under the covers of his bed. At eleven O'Clock he thought of each of the girls in turn: Penny, Kathy, Karen, Janet and Amy. A short while later he heard a faint knock on his door. Petrified, he raced to take off the nightie but the door opened before he could take it completely off and hide it. It was Janice, and in the dark of the room, she whispered. ``Blake, honey, or I mean Pamela, I want to chat with you for a second."

Relieved, he said, ``come in."

Janice saw Blake putting the nightie back on and said, ``wow is that a pretty nightie!"

``The girls gave it to me as a present."

``You're really lucky to have such nice friends."

Janice was wearing a nightie also, and she got into bed with Blake and snuggled up to him, so they were both lying there together.

Aren't we two pretty sisters!" Janice said, and Blake giggled. I think I am going to like you being my sister. You know I could never do this with Ann. She's always been such a tomboy."

``The reason I came in here was to tell you that no matter what happens I'll always accept you for who you are. Even if one day you break Dad's heart - and I do think it inevitable that it will happen - I still will care about you, and I'll help you out as best I can."

Blake started to cry, and Janice held him tightly to her breast. Anyone looking in on them would have seen two sisters lying together in each others arms, secure in the love they have for each other.


The next day was Sunday. Blake's mom and dad went off to play golf and Barry and Janice had made plans for the entire day, so that Ann and Blake were left alone in the house. Blake sat in a chair in the front yard enjoying the sun and reading ``The Idiot" by Dostoyevsky. At about noon time, two girls that Blake had never seen before came up the lawn to the front door and Ann came running out to meet them. Both of the girls wore skin tight black leather pants, and faded tee shirts; one had a Budweiser Beer ad on the front and the other had a Harley-Davidson insignia. They had short hair, and they each were carrying a paper bag. One of these clearly contained a six pack of beer. Neither of the girls took notice of Blake.

Ann led them into the house in open defiance of one of the most strictly held rules of their family: no one was allowed to bring strangers into the house while mom and dad were away. The situation made Blake nervous: he couldn't just ignore such a blatant action by Ann, yet he felt powerless to do anything about it. The previous evening had convinced him, if he had any doubt before, that he had better not get her angry since there was no telling what she might decide to do to him. The thought of her biceps bunched up as she lifted the barbell made him shiver. How had she ever gotten so strong being a young girl? It mystified him, but he was smart enough to realize that he had to avoid a confrontation with her, lest he really get hurt.

His agitation made it difficult to read, so he closed the book. Looking at the cover, he joked to himself that Dostoyevsky must have had Ann in mind when he wrote it. He got up to go inside to see if there would be any possibility that he could do something. When he entered the house, he saw that Ann and the girls were sitting in the living room drinking beer. He couldn't believe that Ann could be so openly defiant and his face showed that he was shocked. The other girls had their feet propped up on the coffee table and were talking loudly and laughing. Seeing, Blake, Ann called out, ``got a problem Blake?"

``Ann, how can you drink beer?"

``What's it to you?"

``And you also know the rule..."

``Listen Blake, come over here!" Ann said, cutting Blake off in mid sentence.

Realizing that he probably shouldn't have said anything, he walked over to where Ann was sitting. ``You're not going to mention any of this to mom or dad, are you?"

``Ann, that's not fair."

Ann looked at her friends and said, watch this." She got up and walked over to Blake, who started to back away not sure of what she was about to do. She caught up to him and grabbed his wrist in her hand. Her grip was like iron and she forcefully led him back to the living room. Sit down," she ordered him.

Blake sat down in an arm chair. Ann paced back and forth in front of him drinking from her beer can. ``Now, I'm going to ask you this again. You're not going to mention any of this to mom and dad are you?"

``Ann!"

``Blake!" she yelled menacingly.

``No, Ann, I won't, but you should stop drinking the beer and your friends should leave."

``Blake, you're really irritating me. I don't like you telling me what to do."

``I'm sorry, Ann, but you're putting me in an awkward position." Blake said in an exasperated voice.

Blake, behave yourself" she warned and then turning to her friends said, Oh, by the way, Connie and Len, this is my older brother, Blake."

Connie, wearing the Harley tee shirt said, ``he's really your older brother?"

Hard to believe, isn't it?" Ann said. The only thing male about him is his prick. You should have seen him throw a baseball yesterday. It was like a girl. And the funniest thing was watching him try to lift some weights."

``Ann, I don't really appreciate you talking about me like this to your friends. I never did anything to you. Can I go now?"

No, you can't," Ann said. Go in the family room and bring the weight set in here."

``Ann!"

``Are you going to fucking question everything I say? Get your ass in there and bring the weights. I want to show Connie and Len how pathetic you are."

Feeling trapped, Blake shrugged his shoulders, and went to the family room to get the weights. The bar had 100 pounds on it and he couldn't budge it. He picked up one of the ten pound weights and carried it back in.

``Ann, I can't lift the weights, could you bring it in for me?"

Ann laughed to her friends. ``What'd I tell you? You just bring the extra weights and I'll get the bar."

She then went and came back carrying the 100 pound barbell, while Blake went back and forth carrying the individual weights.

Ann took 60 pounds off the bar and said, ``Blake, show Connie and Len what a muscleman you are. Lift this over your head."

``Ann, this is ridiculous."

Blake, I'm not going to take any more shit from you. You either do what I say, or I'll make you do what I say." The beer appeared to be taking some effect on her, since she slurred her words a little. She reached for a second beer, opened it, and took a long drink. Now lift."

Blake got in front of the bar and with all his effort tried to lift it. The bar wobbled around terribly and he strained hard but could not get it even up to his midsection. He finally half dropped it back to the ground. Ann ran up to him and slapped him hard on the cheek.

``Ow," Blake yelled.

`You can do better, Now try again." Ann now stood over him, swaying slowly. She was clearly drunk and getting drunker. He once again reached down for the bar. This time he could barely get one end off the floor. He was in a near panic afraid that Ann would hit him again and he dropped the bar and ran toward the stairs with the idea of locking himself in his room. As drunk as Ann was, she caught up to him before he got to the stairway. She caught hold of him by his shirt and there was a loud ripping sound as it tore across his back. The strap of Blake's bra was clearly visible. Ann, Connie and Len let out whoops of laughter as Ann pinned Blake's arm behind him and led him back to the living room.

``If you run anywhere again Blake I'll really make you hurt. Take off your shirt."

``Please, Ann, I beg you, please let me go."

Take off your shirt and your shorts as well," Ann said while slapping him in the cheek again. I told you not to give me a hard time."

Blake took off the ripped shirt revealing his white Maidenform Chantilly bra. Slowly he pulled down his pants revealing a pair of pink lacy panties.

``God, Ann, your brother is really fucked up," Connie remarked.

What do you mean `brother'," Len said, she's Ann's sister. And boy isn't she into pretty little clothes!" She took a hold of the waist band of Blake's panties, gave it a snap and laughed loudly. ``Look, he's even wearing a maxipad!"

Let me take a look!" Connie said, as she held out the front of Blake's panties to look inside. Oh my god its true. The little sissy is wearing a maxipad!"

Ann came over and also looked. Jesus, Blake, your penis is really wasted on you," Ann said with disgust. Where did you get the bra and panties and why the fuck are you wearing a maxipad?"

``I bought them, and I'm having a pretend period now."

A pretend period!" Ann whooped with laughter. Jesus! If only dad knew."

``Ann, I can explain everything, but just don't tell mom or dad. Please promise me!"

``Blake, I won't promise you anything. But if you really don't want me to tell dad, you better do whatever I tell you to do from now on, got it?"

``That's blackmail, Ann! Its completely unfair. I can explain everything."

``Shut up Blake, I don't care what's fair. I'm sick and tired of you always getting to play with dad cause your a boy. For years and years I had to be stuck with the girls shit: the stupid laundry and dishes and sewing, yuck. Now, I'm finally getting what's due me, and I'm going to make sure that you'll be my little helper."

``OK, Ann, whatever you want, just don't tell Mom or Dad."

Turning to Len and Connie, Ann said, ``what do you think we ought to do with our little sissy?"

``Ann, you must be embarrassed having a brother like that. Its so creepy, him sneaking around wearing girls things under his clothes," Connie said.

``We ought to make him know what it is really like to be a girl. How about making him suck on the dildos," Len said.

``We could even rape him!" Connie added, and the three girls laughed.

Blake was terrified listening to them decide what to do. The beer had clearly gotten the best of their judgement. He was afraid to run away, and afraid to stay. There was nothing he could do except wait.

Let's have a little fun. First we'll show him how to be a proper little lady." Addressing Blake, Ann said, go upstairs and get me three pairs of your boys underwear."

``Why?"

``I told you to cut out questioning my orders," Ann said as she walked over and spanked Blake three times very hard on his panty bottom.

``Ouch, Ann, stop that."

Blake ran upstairs to get the underwear. He came down in a minute with it and gave it to Ann. While he was upstairs the girls had taken three large strap-on dildos from one of the bags. They were lifelike replicas of very large penises. Ann took the underwear from Blake and said, ``strap this penis on Len."

Len had taken off her jeans revealing a plain white panty. She took this off and Blake knelt in front of her as she explained to him how the dildo was to be strapped on. When he was done, she put on a pair of Blake's underwear. The dildo underneath caused a large tent to be evident in the underpants. Blake then proceeded to do the same for Connie and Ann. When he was done the three girls had nothing on but teeshirts and Blake's underwear with the large phalluses poking up.

``Now watch some real men," Ann said as she loaded up the barbell to 100 pounds.

Hey, Ann," Connie said. Have your sister put on a dress. It ain't proper for a girl to parade around in her undies like that!"

They all laughed at this. ``Blake, go up to Janice's room and find a nice dress to wear. Something feminine. Come down after you put it on."

He got up and went upstairs, more frightened then ever. After a minute he hadn't come and Ann yelled, ``Blake!"

He yelled back, ``I'm coming. I had some trouble finding a good dress."

Blake came down the stairs in a pink dress with a pink lace pattern around the bosom. The back is not zipped up," he said. Ann came over and without warning slapped Blake on the cheek again, you moron, you're supposed to wear a slip with that dress. Go find a slip and put that on first. And stuff something into your bra, so you're not flat!"

Blake started to cry from the pain and ran up the stairs again. He found a white full length slip and put it on. He also stuffed some panties in the bra cups, put on the dress again, and managed to zip it up himself.

When he came down the stairs Ann said, ``that's much better. You look pretty cute now, little sister. Now sit down and watch us do some exercises."

Ann did a heavy workout with the hundred pound barbell. Blake watched her musculature strain with the weight. The whole time her permanent hard-on was visible in the white Jockey shorts she was wearing. The image was so bizarre that Blake watched spellbound.

When Ann was done, it was Len's turn. She added ten pounds on each side and proceeded to press 120 pounds. After fifteen minutes, Len passed the bar to Connie who began her workout. Ann laid on the sofa and told Blake, ``Massage my arms and back." Blake kneeled down next to her and proceeded to squeeze her biceps and shoulder muscles. They were hard and much wider and stronger than his own.

Her biceps had powerful knots of muscle that he felt as he ran his fingers over them. Ann moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, Len told Blake to do her, and he did so. Her shoulders were even more well developed than Ann's; in fact, if he didn't know better he would have thought her a man. Her large muscles were a challenge to rub firmly and he found himself exerting himself to do the job. When he had massaged Len for a while, Ann said, ``go get us some sandwiches."

``What kind?"

``Whatever you find in the fridge."

Blake went into the kitchen and made the sandwiches. He carried them back on a tray. In her drunken state, Connie knocked over a beer can while reaching for a sandwich and Ann yelled at Blake, ``don't just stand there, get a sponge and clean it up."

Not wishing to get Ann mad, he resigned himself to being the servant they seemed to want. He dutifully cleaned up the beer and with a wet sponge got out any trace of it in the carpet. While he was doing this, he bent down with his back to Ann. Without warning she gave him a mighty smack on his behind, which sent him toppling over and made him cry in pain. ``What's that for Ann? Stop hurting me!"

``You have a cute ass Blake. I think you look good in panties. Connie, do you want your cock sucked?"

Connie laughed and Ann said, ``Go on over and suck Connie's cock." With a sigh, Blake knelt down in front of her and took the penis out of the underwear and started to suck on it while Connie reclined on the seat. This went on for a few minutes. It was strange sucking the plastic, but Blake thought at least he didn't have to worry about hurting her with his teeth.

Put some energy into it Blake. Show that you love doing it," Connie said threateningly. Blake pretended he was really into sucking on the penis. After a few minutes, Connie took Blake by the shoulders, spun him around and pushed him down on the sofa on his back. She straddled him with her knees and leaned forward and put her mouth up to his. Held in her strong grip, he felt his mouth forced open by Connie's tongue and she proceeded to French kiss him. After a few seconds Connie pulled back and said, Ann, your little brother doesn't have any passion. He's acting like he's dead."

Ann walked over and slapped Blake again on the cheek. ``Blake, I want you to show Connie that you worship her. If she complains again, I'll take care of you once and for all."

This time when Connie inserted her tongue, Blake kissed back with as much feeling as he could show. He put his arms around Connie's neck and tried to squeeze her. He looked in her face and saw her eyes were closed. She suddenly opened them and looked at him.

``That's fine, now you got the idea."

The taste of beer was all too evident in her mouth as Connie alternately sipped beer and forced Blake to kiss her. She kissed him so deeply that he found himself feeling possessed by her. It was a very lovely dress that he had on, and he had to admit to himself it was nice to get to wear it. He hoped Janice wouldn't mind; if he ever did tell her what had happened. He closed his eyes and felt the power of Connie's tongue and the force with which she easily held him down on the sofa. It was like Mr. Morris all over again as he felt some stirrings of affection for Connie. It was sort of nice that she wanted to kiss him so hard.

He got pulled out of his dream world when Connie stopped the kiss and said, ``C'mon Len lets do him real good now. You can go first."

Connie got up and sat down facing the other way next to Blake's head so that her dildo came over his forehead. Looking up, he could see the plastic balls that came with it. Connie directed the end of the dildo into his mouth, and he started to suck on it. Len then lifted Blake's legs up in the air and climbed onto the sofa so his feet were on her shoulders. Ann helped hold his legs steady. Blake felt Len groping inside his dress and slip until she found his panties, which she pulled down. Then he felt a sudden sharp pain in his bottom hole which he realized was being attacked by Len's dildo. ``Ouch," he mumbled around Connie's dildo which was deep in his mouth.

He saw Ann go away and come back with a bottle of lotion. Then she and Len covered the dildo with it. He started to struggle, realizing what they had in mind. Ann gripped his legs tighter, and Connie reached forward and held his arms and shoulders down. Suddenly, he felt the dildo forced up again towards bottom, and it hurt even more. Len pushed harder and he felt it penetrate a tiny bit. The pain was increasing and he started to whimper and tried to squirm. The three girls were much stronger than him, and he could barely move. They had him held down tightly. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes.

``Come on little sister, you're going to get raped," Ann yelled as she feverishly helped Len to get the penis into the small opening. Len pushed harder, and Blake let out a wail.

``Shut up faggot!" Ann cried, smacking Blake on his ass. He started to cry and she proceed to give him a solid spanking which made him cry even more. Len backed out the dildo a bit and pushed forward again, getting it to just begin opening up the sphincter muscle. The dildo was too big for such a virgin ass and Blake was in terrible pain. Pinned down by Connie and Len and held by Ann he was unable to stop them from their rape. He started crying hysterically. Len tried pushing forward again and caused a small cut in Blake's skin which started to bleed.

Ann said, ``Oh shit, he's starting to bleed. We better stop this."

Blake felt relieved that Ann actually had a limit to her sadism. The sight of blood had sobered her up enough to take some pity on him. ``Please, Ann, let me up. Its really hurting now," he said.

``OK, Len, you better stop," Ann said again.

Fuck you Ann, this is fun," Len said as she tried pushing the dildo in again. I know, all we have to do is switch to the other dildo. Get it Ann."

``No, Len, we're going to screw up his asshole or something and my parents will find out."

``They aren't to find out anything. Since when will his mom be looking at his asshole?" Len laughed.

Ann, don't be a shit," Connie said, get Len the smaller dildo."

Very reluctantly, Ann retrieved a smaller and thinner dildo which had been in the bag and gave it to Len. She stood up over Blake whose head was still looking up into Connie's crotch with the large dildo next to his face. Roughly, Len turned him around and said, ``OK little faggot, put this dildo on me," as she handed it to Blake.

``Please Len, Ann is right. My bottom hurts a lot and my parents may find out."

Len, suddenly angered and terribly drunk, let loose with a sharp slap on Blake's face which made his head ring. He burst into tears and fumbled as fast as he could to put on the new dildo. When it was on, Connie and Len flipped him over, pushed his head down again beneath Connie's lap and raised his legs in the air. Connie guided her large dildo back into his mouth and yelled at him to suck it as hard as he could.

``Give me the lotion," Len said to Ann.

``C'mon Len, this is going way to far," Ann said impatiently.

``Ann, give me the lotion."

After a pause, Ann gave the lotion bottle to Len, who then proceeded to coat the smaller dildo with it.

``Now lets get inside the little faggot."

Len raised Blake's skirt up. She found his opening with the smaller dildo, and this time after one hard push, it went in. Blake let out a yelp of pain, but once it was inside him, the pain faded away. He did feel an intense pleasure when the dildo ran along his prostrate. An intense warm sexual feeling came over his loins at the same time he felt fear and anger at the girls.

Ann looked down on her brother as he lay there caught in the powerful hold of Connie and Len who started to rhythmically pump the dildo in and out of Blake. This is what a rape is like," Len said. You want to be a girl, so you got to take what the men dish out to you."

``Hey, Blake, I want you to thank Len for fucking you," Connie said.

``Thanks, Len," Blake said as he watched Len intent on pounding her dildo back and forth inside of him.

``Am I your man?." Len asked.

``Yes, Len."

The action of screwing Blake caused Len to get hotter and hotter. She began to moan loudly and finally as she approached orgasm she began yelling, ``Oh, my fucking little faggot! What a sweet pussy!" Until finally she came with a mighty heave at Blake. Each of Len's thrusts had forced him hard against Connie. Len was very powerful and by the end he was destroyed; his bottom ached and his mouth hurt.

It's my turn," Connie said jumping up, once Len had withdrawn the dildo from Blake. Once again they grabbed Blake and forced him to switch the dildos between them. Ann sat in the sofa watching. Blake looked pleadingly at her but there was nothing she could do. Connie and Len were older and stronger than her. Connie forced Blake around and rudely shoved his head face down now into Len's lap where he once again put the large dildo in his mouth. This time, while his ass was sticking up in the air, Connie came behind him and lined up the dildo and slowly pushed it in. Doggie style, honey, I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are!"

She beg to rhythmically push the dildo in and out of Blake, occasionally slapping him on the buttocks. Oh, yes, Blake is such a pretty bitch," she said. Come on Blake, keep on thanking me for raping you."

Blake, delirious from fear, started talking without stopping, ``thank you Connie, honey, Oh thank you honey. It feels so good, I love you Connie, please do it more and more, please honey, oh thank you honey."

After what seemed ages, Connie reached an orgasm and then pulled out of Blake. She shoved him to the side and sat down. Blake lay on the floor in his sister's dress feeling a numb pain in his bottom, and crying quietly.


When Connie and Len had gone, Ann said to Blake who was still lying on the floor, ``get up and straighten the room."

In no mood to resist, Blake got up and started cleaning up the beer cans and food, and helped Ann put the weight set back. He cleaned the sofas and floor until the living room was like it was supposed to be.

``Mom and dad will be home soon. Can I take off the dress and slip and return them?" Blake asked Ann.

``Just wait Blake, I'll let you know when you can get undressed. Just stand there in the corner."

Blake walked to the corner of the living room and stood, while Ann busied herself looking at some magazines. After a few minutes Blake said, ``Ann, they'll be home any second now. You've got to let me get out of the dress."

``Shut up Blake, I'll let you know when. The next time you talk, I'll smack you."

Ten minutes passed with Blake standing in the corner. He had to pee very badly and he was very anxious about his mom and dad catching him there. ``Please Ann, I've got to pee, let me go!"

Ann got up and walked over to Blake. She threatened to hit him and he raised an arm to protect himself. When she lowered her hand, he lowered his, and then she quickly swung up and slapped his face. She sat down again.

His bladder was aching, he was standing in his sisters dress in the living room, and his parents would be home from golfing any second. He would have to stand up to Ann, but as much as he tried to get the courage to run upstairs, he was sure she would not only hurt him, but she would tell dad everything. The minutes ticked by, and he was frantic. Ann acting nonchalant, slowly read the magazine.

In a few minutes, he heard his parents car pull up the driveway. ``Ann please let me go!"

``Shut up, Blake, I'll let you know when."

Blake was in a near panic. He could hear his parents steps going up the walkway. In his excitement he felt like the pee was about to come out. He heard the key hit the lock and suddenly Ann said, ``Now faggot, go upstairs."

Blake ran out of the living room and up the stairs just as the door opened. He made it into Janice's room unobserved, took off the dress and slip, put them back and then, listening to make sure his parents were still downstairs he ran to his room. He took off his bra, and put on a shirt and pants and ran to the bathroom to pee. When he got out, he ran into his mom just coming up the stairs. ``How was your afternoon, honey?"

``OK, mom, it was OK," he said as brightly as possible.

(c) Copyright 1997: "peter bernard" pamelapamela@hotmail.com.

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