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