Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2001 02:08:07 GMT
From: aussiegirl <aussiegirl@quickhosts.com>
Subject: My Brother, My Sister chapter 2

                     MY BROTHER, MY SISTER
                        by Jenny Bowman

  Copyright Jenny Bowman 2001

                           Chapter 2

The following morning over breakfast I told Bra.... Sally she would have to
take off the makeup before we went shopping.

"I don't suppose I could leave it on, could I? No, I guess not. People will
think it's a bit strange, a guy wearing makeup".

"You could leave a little on, if you like. I'll take off the foundation and
blush and eyeshadow for you - and I'll show you how to do it - and leave a
little lipstick. OK?"

"Yeah, great."

"And besides, it won't be long before you can wear it with your dresses all
the time. Well, on weekends, anyway when mum and dad are away. You'd better
go and get dressed so we can leave.  And if you like you could put on the
bra and nickers. Or maybe some of my undies. You may as well get used to
wearing them when you go out."

"I'll wear the ones I had on yesterday", Sally said "But let's hope I don't
get hit by a truck".

By the time we got to the mall Sally was quite excited. We bought her
makeup then went to one of the dress shops. Sally looked in one area while
I looked in another. At one stage I looked up and saw a young saleswoman
talking with Sally. I walked over just in time to hear her ask Sally "How
old is the person it's for?"

"Um about my a... about 20" Sally said.

The saleswoman looked at me. "For you?" she asked.

"No" I said. "For my sister".

I looked at Sally and saw that the lipstick I had left on was, in the shop
light, a lot more noticeable than I had thought it would be. The saleswoman
had obviously noted it too.

"Is this your sister?" she asked me, turning to Sally. "I'm just asking
because she's wearing a beautiful shade of lipstick". There was nothing
nasty in her voice; she was treating Bra.... Sally just as if she really
was a girl.

I paused, and looked at Brad, and as I did so I rubbed my lips to remind
him of the lipstick.

He nodded slightly and said to the saleswoman "Yes, it's for me. I'm
Sally".

"Hi, Sally. And I'm Barbara. How can I help you Sally?"

Sally turned to me for guidance. "Well, we want something for a young woman
who's just starting in the world, something that will set her apart but
won't attract too much attention", I said.

"Just the right type of attention?"

"Yes, a little low cut, but not too much, because the young woman hasn't
developed fully just yet."

"I understand. Any particular color or style?"

"Something pastel, I think" I said, looking at Sally, "pink or lemon and
perhaps a little lace. You know, something very feminine".

"I think I have just the thing" she said. "What size?"

"Well, we're not sure" I said. "Sally suggested I try it on and if she
liked it, then we'd buy it. Is that suitable to you?"

"You go into the changing room, then" Barbara said "and I'll go and get a
couple of styles I think might suit".

Barbara came back with several dresses and I tried them all on. Most were
great but the one I chose was a warm pink with a pintucked bodice and high
neck, almost like that worn by the British Beefeaters at the Tower of
London. It ended just above the knee and would show off Sally's waxed
legs. The bodice would show off the breasts that Sally would soon have. She
would look wonderful in it, with pink shoes and handbag if we could get the
right color, otherwise white shoes and handbag.  Which reminded me,
something else we had to buy her.

"She'll look fabulous", Barbara said. "But what about makeup and a new hair
style and so on?"

"Well, we bought the makeup earlier and she's got a bra and nickers and
we're getting her first dress now, and after we leave here she's having her
bikini line waxed so that means there's only the hair and we hope to get
that sorted out later in the week. And shoes and a handbag although she
won't be going out in public for a while so maybe that can wait."

"Bikini line? Is she having anything else waxed. You know, any of
the... um... equipment?"

"Well, probably....".

"I wish I could see her when she's getting dressed. You know, see the
ahhhhh..... It's almost like a debut, isn't it?"

I hadn't thought of it like that, but Barbara was right. "Well, why don't
we'll ask Sally when we go outside and see what she says. Maybe if it's OK
with her, you could come over to our place next weekend and, depending on
Sally, maybe join in one of our games".

Barbara raised an eyebrow. "That sounds interesting" she said. "What sort
of game?"

"A stick and ball game" I said.

Barbara caught on immediately. "I like that idea. I wonder which I'd be
better at.... playing with the stick.... or the balls."

We left Barbara with a commitment from her to join us the following
Saturday. I wasn't sure what to do about Helen; cancel her or include her,
but I thought it probably wouldn't make any difference.  Initially I
thought Helen and Barbara and I would have less time with Sally's toys
because there were more players but then I realised we could still have
much time as we wanted; we'd just play longer. I knew Sally wouldn't mind!

The bra shop was a revelation to Sally; she didn't realise women had such
choice in under garments; not like men with, basically either boxer shorts
or jockey shorts.

Sally and I started working our way through the displays and somehow we
became separated. I looked up to see a young sales woman bearing down on
her. I joined them to hear Sally say ".... size 14 B bra" and the sales
assistant ask "Is it for you?" I saw Sally blush, something I had never
seen Brad do.  Interesting.

Behind the assistants back I nodded to Sally. "Ummmm, yes it is" she said.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you" the assistant said "but I've
been trying to get my boyfriend into my nickers, um I really mean my
nickers not my um.... anyway.... and I thought it was sweet you're doing it
for your girlfriend".

By now she realised I was with Sally. "Is this your girlfriend?" she asked
Sally.

"No, my sister".

"Hey, way to go! Well, let's get what you want and you can try them on if
you want, to make sure the size is right".

"Yes, I'd like to".

"OK. There's no problem about going into the change room; we're not busy
and I'm not expecting to get busy. It's Sunday, after all. So you go in
while I get the undies".

"And a garter belt" I added. "And some breast forms, you know, the stick on
ones".

I explained to Sally that the stick on breast forms would, because they
were stuck to the chest, give her more of a feel for real breasts.

"Great" she said. "What a great idea".

Sally and I looked at a few more bra and nickers sets and by the time we
got to the change room the assistant - she told us her name was Naomi and
she was the owner - was waiting for us.

"There's only one problem" she said. "Because of health reasons you can't
try on nickers unless you've got your own on underneath and I guess, you
being a guy, you don't have nickers on so...."

"But I do", Sally interrupted.

"Well, then, you can try these on".

Naomi went to leave the room but I stopped her. "Sally won't mind if you
stay".

As Sally undressed I noticed Naomi kept looking toward Sally's pants and
when Sally took them off Naomi's eyed popped open.

Sally was obviously and unmistakably aroused, her penis pushing the soft
fabric of the nickers out.  She wasn't poking straight out - the fabric was
keeping her under control - but it was obvious that Sally wasn't a
woman. And the front was wet.

"My.... my" Naomi said. "What goodies have we here? Mmmmmmm. If you'll buy
one of these bra sets, I'll let you try the nickers on without your own on
underneath. Decide on the bra first and when you've got the bra, you can
put on the nickers. But take off all your clothes, because I believe it's
best for a woman to choose her underwear when she's naked".

'What a good line' I thought, 'and just because she wants to see Sally's
dick'.

Naomi was holding the underwear and when Sally was naked, she turned to
Naomi for the bra. Naomi was stunned; her mouth dropped in amazement. Sally
was fully erect. Naomi couldn't keep her eyes off it. Her arms and hands
were moving forward and back; I knew she wanted to grab it. While I helped
Sally with the bras I watched Naomi; I knew how she felt, especially as
every time Sally moved, her dick waved in the wind. It looked like it had a
mind of its own.

Sally finally decided on a bra, a pretty lace topped in pastel blue. As
soon as Naomi heard that, she asked "Would you like me to help you put on
the nickers?"

As Sally lifted first one leg and then the other, I brushed against her
bum; I heard her suck in her breath. She pulled up the nickers and as she
got near her waist Naomi reached forward and said "I'll just help you put
this away" and grabbed Sally's penis. She tried to push it into the nickers
but it was too hard.

"Would you like me to empty these, so it will be easier to put on the
nickers?" Naomi asked as she stroked Sally's balls.

Sally and I spoke at the same time, Sally saying "Yes" and me saying "No".

"Sally, I'm sorry, you have to wait until we get home" I said "because
Helen's coming around and she'll be so disappointed if you don't. But..." I
said to Naomi "that doesn't mean you can't warm her up for later".

Naomi had several strokes but decided not to continue when she realised she
wouldn't crack the jackpot. She was clearly disappointed. "Maybe... no,
definitely next time we're here" I told her.

By the time Sally and I arrived at the beauty salon I was quite looking
forward to the next weekend.  And this afternoon when we got home.

I was also curious as to what sort of reaction we would get inside the
shop. I suggested to Sally that she wait outside while I went in and
organised it. I needn't have worried.

The assistant introduced herself asked how she could help me. I told her my
brother wanted his legs and bikini line waxed and was too shy to come in
and ask. The woman said it wasn't a problem, they had male customers all
the time who wanted the same thing. Some even wanted their eyebrows done.
Luckily it was a Sunday and most women having a wax had it done during the
week. Had it been a weekday, Sally would have needed an appointment.

I motioned to Brad to come in.

After I introduced Brad the assistant showed us to the room.

"Take your pants off and hang them on that hook. I'll be back in just a
moment".

By the time Sally had hung up her pants, the assistant was back. "I'm
Margo" she said. "Your sister said you wanted a bikini wax. Is that right?"

"Um, yes".

"And your legs waxed, too?"

Sally looked at me for guidance. I nodded.

"Yes" she said.

"I've been thinking", I said. "You should probably also have your eyebrows
done too. Is that alright?"

"No problem. You'll need to get up on the bench and lie down".

Sally did so, and as she did she revealed her nickers.

Margo looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Sally wore it so you could see
exactly what needed to be waxed".

"Good idea" Margo said, and smiled at me.  "Sally, why don't you take off
your nickers so they don't get wax on them. Oh, and you shirt and so on,
too".

Sally removed her shirt and revealed her bra then took off her nickers.

Margo said "Mmmmmmmy my, you are a big girl, aren't you? I don't know what
we'll do if you get any bigger, but I'm sure we'll be able to handle the
problem if you do".

I could see Sally's penis twitch, and I'm sure Margo saw it too. Margo
stroked her hand over Sally's penis and balls and said "I think I'll take
it all off, not just do the bikini line. It'll look so much nicer if we
do". As Margo spoke, Sally sucked in her breath.

Margo looked at me. "You might have to help me if it gets too hard for me"
she said. "although it shouldn't be a problem. I'll just stroke on the wax
and then get it off and then I'll rub in some cream and everything will be
bonny".

I don't know what Sally was thinking of all this sexual innuendo, but if
she was reacting like me, she would be getting hot. Then I saw her dick
twitch and I was sure of it. The way things were going, I wasn't sure if we
would get home before Sally had her own climax. I didn't think that would
be a problem, as long as Sally didn't help. And if she didn't, maybe I
could get Margo to do what she wanted to do but leave the cream where it
was; in the containers.

Margo started on Sally's ankles and gradually worked her way up, waxing and
stripping as she went. I could see Sally jump a few times and so,
obviously, did Margo.

"Why don't you sooth her" Margo asked me.

I nodded. "Good idea" I said and moved my hands onto Bra.... Sally's
chest. I took off her bra and started lightly running my fingers over her
stomach. I kept watching Margo and noticed that as she waxed Sally's legs
near Sally's balls her hand flicked out and caressed them. I heard Sal suck
in her breath.

As Margo put on more wax and peeled it off, I gradually worked my way down
to Sal's cock and balls. I remembered her request from the previous
morning: mainly on the balls and the occasional stroke on her dick. I
continued and then Margo said "My turn. I've got to wax the jewels now".

Margo got out her scissors and started trimming Sally's hair. I had told
Sally earlier this might happen and not to get worried if she saw some
scissors; she wasn't going to lose her jewels. And I wouldn't let it happen
either!

Then Margo started touching Sally very lightly, teasing her, saying as she
did so "This is where I'm going to put the wax. Is that alright?"

"Mmmmmmmm yesssss" Sally replied. "I'd be just as happy if you just did
that and forgot about the wax".

"Well, I'll keep doing this for a little while, just to help you relax from
me doing your legs, but I do have to put on the wax so the nickers will
look better on you." Margo turned to me. "Perhaps you could keep doing this
while I do the wax?" she said to me.

Could I? I could! I almost leapt across the room.

"We've go to be so careful" I said to Margo. "Sally had.... actually Sally
and I both had such a wonderful stick and balls game yesterday that we have
to be careful that she doesn't lose anything today. We're having a
competition to see how much cream she can make each week and if we lose any
today, then that will be so much less for the competition. So we can play,
but she can't be milked.  Well, not until this afternoon, anyway. Isn't
that right, Sally?".

Sally moaned.

"I understand", Margo said. "I don't suppose I could help with the
milking?" and leaned over and stroked Sally's dick.

"I'd like to say 'Yes'" I said, "but Sally's already got three
milk-maids. I don't think she'd be able to cope if she had any more. And
besides.... there's less for the maids to do and we all want the others not
to be there anyway. But I've got an idea. Would you like your boyfriend -
or is it your husband - to be like Sally? I can help you both get there if
you're interested. A sort of training school. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would" she said. "But what about now?"

"Well, now would be fine, but Sally does need the wax. What about after
that?"

Margo agreed and I told her how Brad and I had started our game and Helen
had joined us and how Helen had bought the nickers and bra.

By now Sally was moaning from the work I was doing on her balls and, I
noticed, she was starting to move. "You'll have to keep still, Sally" Margo
said, "because I'm going to put on the wax and I don't want to burn your
beautiful parts".

"That's OK", I said "Sally won't mind hot wax on her dick. Will you Sal?"

"Um, no" she said, more I think in fear the unknown than excitement of the
known.

The wax went on and Sally squirmed, but all the time I was playing with
her, bringing her to her peak, then taking her away. Her hands kept moving
toward her beautiful cock, but when I smacked them, she moved them quickly
aside. She obviously remembered the warning.

She was starting to raise her hips again, just as she had done yesterday. I
don't think she was aware of what was happening, just wanted to get her
dick stroked and thought that by moving I would relent.

I wouldn't.

Margo said "You know, this is very distracting. I'm finding it very hard to
keep focussed. Can we, ahhhh....?"

"How much longer till you've finished?"

"Maybe ten minutes".

"Well, I'll try and keep Sally calm, but you really can't stop and Sally
isn't ready yet. In fact she may not be ready until next weekend".

"Can you keep her like that for a week?"

"I'm not sure, but I can try, can't I Sal?"

"Yes mistress, you can".

'That was an interesting reply' I thought. 'Mistress. Mmmmm I wonder if she
was aware of what she said'.

"All right then. I'll keep on working" Margo said.

I stopped what I was doing to Bra... Sally except for an occasional stroke
of her beautiful dick. For me, I would have continued stroking her, and let
her cream. It would have been wonderful for me, and I'm sure Margo would
have been pleased, too. But the waxing had to be completed and we had to
get home and play some more - after all, Sally's training was important -
and then if she had been a good girl, Sally could cream before mum and dad
came home.

Finally Margo was finished and I wiped oil over Sally's balls and dick to
sooth them from the waxing.  They looked fantastic, now they were nude and
they felt even better than they had yesterday - so wonderfully smooth. And
with the oil on them.... wow!

I knew I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands off them. As I was
rubbing the oil into her balls, Sally moaned "Jen. I want you to stroke
me. I want you to tell me what to do. I can't take any more".

I was about to tell her she had to wait until we got home when I heard
someone outside call Margo.

"One of my trainees" Margo said.

"Really?" I said, as I continued to rub the oil onto Sally's balls and her
dick. "That's interesting. Do you think she'd like to meet Sally?"

"I'm sure she would".

"Jen, please. Let me have a stroke".

"No Sal, not now. Maybe when we get home".

"Margo, why don't you invite her in? And get her to lock the door."

The trainee joined us and as she walked in she saw Sally's dick and what I
was doing.

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

"Sally's just had her legs and um, these bits waxed and I'm soothing the
hurt".

The trainee - she couldn't have been more than 16 - said "What you're
doing. Can I do it too?"

Young girls today; so pushy, can't wait to be asked!

"Sure. What would you prefer? Her balls or her dick?"

"Her dick".

"OK but she can't come yet. In fact she's asked if she can stroke it, so
you and Sally can take it in turns. You do what you want to do, then when
it's Sally's turn, you need to tell her what to do, how fast or slow to
go. But watch her. She likes playing with herself and if she's given half a
chance she'll get herself off".

"I'd like to see that" the girl said.

"I'm sure you would" I said "but unfortunately you can't. Margo has to do
Sally's eyebrows and we have to get home so Sally can try on her new outfit
and then, if she's been a good girl and contained herself, by which I mean
she has kept everything in her containers, why then, she might be allowed
to touch herself. Maybe."

The young trainee was obviously disappointed.

"Tell you what", Margo said. "Ron has said a few times he wondered what it
would be like to be a woman so I thought I'd help him be one for a couple
of hours. And depending on how he - and I - feel about it, maybe a bit
longer than a couple of hours. Jenny has said she'll help me train him, so
when we start the training, you can be there too. To watch.... and help!
Would you like that?"

"Would I? Would I!!! Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou boss" she said.

Margo laughed.

"Sue, before you start I want Sally to turn over and get on her hands and
knees so I can make sure I've removed all the hair and then I'll do her
eyebrows."

Sally didn't need to be told twice. She was on her hands and knees almost
as soon as Margo stopped speaking.

"Wow. She's well trained", Sue said.

And with that she was alongside Sally and reaching underneath for her
goal. She started stroking immediately.

"She's wet, she's dripping. She must be really excited." And with that she
took some of Sally's juice and put it to Sally's mouth. Sally sucked
eagerly. I was impressed with Sue, especially when I saw her start to rub
the end of Sally's dick with her fingers, rubbing the wetness into the
glans. Then she used her nail on the eye of Sally's cock. Sally bucked.

 "Oh God" Sally said "I don't know who it was or what you did, but
whoever's playing with my dick, do that
againandagainandagainandagaindand....."

"Not too much too soon" I said. "You can't milk her fully, because she
won't have anything to look forward to, so slow down. Besides, if you go
slowly, you can play longer".

While I was talking to Sue, Margo had walked behind Sally and was looking
at Sally's balls.

"God, they look so good, just hanging there". She reached out and cupped
them then started stroking them. "And so smooth. They feel so gooooood".

Margo continued stroking Sally's balls, gently, so gently and I could hear
Sally start whimpering. She was obviously enjoying Margo's hand. Then Margo
removed her hand and tuned it upside down and flicked her forefinger at
Sally's balls, first one, then the other. Sally jumped. Then flick, flick
and another jump. "Did I hurt you, Sally? I didn't mean to".

She stroked Sally's balls again, gently, so gently and when Sally had
calmed and was whimpering again, Margo again flicked her finger out. And
again and again. And again Sally bucked and said "Oh God, that's good. It
hurts, but it's still good. You can keep on doing it".

But Margo stopped and stroked Sal's balls again and continued stroking and
this time she took a firm grip on the bag and pulled down, quite firmly. As
the skin at the base of Sally's dick stretched as her balls were pulled
down, Margo reached with her other hand and formed a circle around the top
of the bag and took another grip and started to pull down again, this time
with her other hand.

"Would you like me to hit them again?"

"Ye...huh...huh... ye... oh... huh... God yes, do it. Don't ask, just do
iiiiiit".

"What a handful" Margo said and flicked again.

"Ughhhhh that's soooo goooood".

We were all mesmerised with Sally's obvious enjoyment of the hurt Margo's
hands were inflicting.  Then Sue broke our concentration.

"And her bum", Sue said. "Her bum is so....Yum."

I walked around to have a look. She was right, it did look yum.

I reached out and stroked her cheeks and after a moment I slipped my index
finger slightly into the crack. I remembered the conversation this morning
about Sally being on a date with a guy. As I slipped my finger into her
crack she pushed back.... and back.... and back, wiggling her hips, trying
to get me to push my finger in further. I stopped. I thought I might keep
that till later. But it was interesting because as she was trying to push
herself upwards and onto my finger, Margo was pulling downwards on Sal's
balls. But Sally didn't seem to mind.

When she realised I wasn't going to pleasure her that way, she started
pumping into Sue hand. When I realised what was happening, I slapped her
bum. She whimpered in frustration.

"That's enough, Sally. I know what you're trying to do. Anymore funny
business and you won't get to try on your new dress. Now roll over and let
Margo do your eyebrows".

Margo reluctantly let go of Sally's balls and Sue of her dick and Sally
rolled over.

"But her balls are so full. Shouldn't we empty them?" Margo asked.

"Yes, can we?" Sue agreed.

I smiled. I wanted to as well, but Sally wasn't yet ready.

"Maybe next time" I said. "Let her rest for a while. When Margo's finished
her eyebrows, Sue, you can play with Sally's balls before she gets
dressed. And if you like, Sally can stroke her dick. But you need to
control her otherwise it will be all over. Do you think you can control
her?"

Sue's face lit up with excitement. "I certainly can" she said. "Can I help
you with the eyebrows, Margo, so you can get finished quicker?"

Young girls. So impatient.

Ten minutes later Margo was finished and Sally's balls were in Sue's
hands. She started slowly, just teasing, but I could tell that Sue was
getting as much enjoyment as Sally. Maybe more.

"Can I start now?" Sally asked.

Sue looked at me.

I thought about it then said "Yes, Sally, you can. But you must listen to
Sue. Any misbehaving....  Show Sue and Margo what you can do. But...." I
said, looking straight t Sue ".... control is the key".

By now Sue was bouncing Sally's balls in her hands, first one hand, then
the other. Bounce. Bounce.  "This is just sooooo gooood" she smiled.

Sally had only just started stroking herself when Sue said "Sally, that's
wonderful. I really like what you're doing, I've never seen anyone stroke
themselves before and I could watch you all day. I like watching you
stroking fast, but you're going too fast and I want you to stop. Now!"

I think Sally got such a shock hearing that voice come from such a young
girl that she did as she was told.

"Now Sally, do you want to do stroke it? If so, you have to do it
slowly. And I mean slowwwwwlyyyyy. Is that clear?"

"Yes mistress". Mmmmm. There's that word again. And to Sue. Mmmmm

Sally started working on her dick while Sue continued on her balls.

"They're so big, so swollen" Sue said.

"I know", I said. "Aren't they great? Don't they feel magnificent?"

Sue nodded.

A moment later I had to spoil her fun

"I'm sorry Sue, Margo, but we have to go now. Sally has to try on her new
outfits and then do her show for Helen and me. But before we go, Margo do
you want to play with her balls just a little more while Sue writes down
how to contact me so you and she can learn how to train Ron?".

By the time she had written down the details, Margo had Sally pumping
again, and Sue was watching.

"They're so full" she said. "I bet she'd fill this room if she creamed
now".

I didn't answer, but that was exactly the effect I wanted when we got home.

By now Margo had finished and Sally got dressed. She had difficulty putting
her cock into her nickers, but I insisted. "Young girls must always have
their underwear on; remember what you said last night: you don't know if
you'll get hit by a truck" I said "and you wouldn't want the hospital
emergency staff to get the wrong idea of you if you went in their with no
underwear on at all."

By the time we arrived home it was almost one o'clock. Mum and dad weren't
due home until about 6.30pm but I wanted Bra... Sally to experience as much
as possible the joy of being a woman - well, dressing as one - before they
got home. And Helen and I had to finish what Margo and Sue and I had
started.

There was still a long way to go. I could see that Sally was excited, both
from what happened at the beauty salon and from what was yet to happen.

"Let me see the dress" Sally said, almost before we were inside the front
door. She was unwrapping it when Helen arrived.

"Good timing" I said. "We're just having a look at everything we
bought. What did you buy?"

"Lotsa goodies" Helen said and proceeded to unwrap everything. "I had to go
to a sex shop for them...." big pause "...... da da.... a cock
ring..... and a ball whip.... and....the woman in the shop said to make
sure the cock ring, well, it's called a cock ring but this one's really a
cock and ball strap because it goes around the balls first then around the
cock, well anyway, the strap goes on before you started playing because
once the balls are swollen you'd never get it on.... and once it's on, it
helps keep the balls swollen and, if anything, makes them
bigger. Aaaaannnnnndddd.... it's got this loop on it so that you can add
some weights to the strap to pull down on the balls and increase the
pai....  pleasure.... so I got some weights too". Helen grinned at me. "And
I bought a measuring jug so we could see how much cream we got. Oh and I
bought us each a vibrator. If you were as horny as I was last night, Jen,
then you've got to have a vibrator. And I thought, if Helen and Jenny have
a vibrator then Sally should have one too."

Immediately, I remembered Sally's reaction in the beauty salon when I
stroked her bum. The afternoon was going to be very interesting.

"Do you want to put on all your new gear?" I asked Sally.

"I've been looking forward to it all morning" she said.

We moved into my bedroom and Sally started to strip.

"You are eager" Helen said.

Sally smiled. "What should I do first?" she asked.

"Well.... put on the undies, then I'll do your makeup and do what I can
with your hair and then you can put on the dress."

"Leave off the nickers while you're getting your makeup done so I can catch
up on what I missed out on this morning. In fact, put on the cock and ball
strap first" Helen said.

Sally put on the strap around her cock and balls then the stick-on weighted
breast forms then the bra and garter belt and stockings and I started
making her up. Helen was at work on Sally's balls almost before I had
started.

"I didn't realise how good they'd be after a wax" Helen said. "It should be
compulsory for all men to have waxed balls. And wear a strap around
them. You've got no idea how fantastic they feel."

By now Sally was panting and, once again, pumping - well, trying to
pump. It was difficult for her, sitting while I was doing her makeup.

Helen was working on her balls, not on her cock, but that wasn't stopping
Sally. I think she was trying to get Helen to stroke her, but with Helen
wanting to try and get a guy off without stroking his cock, Sally wasn't
going to have any luck.

"Her balls are so full. Do you think it's time to empty them yet?"

"Soon" I replied and told Sally she could have a stroke.

Sally started and immediately asked if she could go faster. "Yes", I said,
"But not for very long. You know what you're like when you get hold of your
dick. All you want to do is shoot everywhere".

"Oh, she won't do that yet", Helen said. "I've only just started. I've got
to have some pleasure before she creams. And besides, I haven't stroked her
yet. I've got to do that before she shoots, because it'll be too late
after. There'll be just nothing there for me".

By now I had finished Sally's makeup and I said "That's all, girls. But we
can all continue in a little while".

Then Helen helped Sally put on the dress while I looked for some shoes. "I
don't think they'll fit, but it's worth a try" I said.

Sally put them on, and they were too tight, but not as much as I
thought. "You can wear them this afternoon if you want, but take them off
if they start to cripple you. But at least they'll give you an idea of what
you'll look like".

I turned Sally to the mirror.

She couldn't believe what she saw. Neither could Helen. I wasn't as amazed
because I had a preview the previous night when I had made Sally up. But
even so, the dress and shoes, and waxed legs all added to the overall
effect.

" The only thing wrong" I said to Sal, "is your hair and that's really not
that bad, but once it's grown, you can go and have it styled and nobody,
nobody would suspect you aren't a woman. In fact, you'll have all the guys
in the country coming after you, trying to get into your pants."

Sally blushed. Again.

"Talking of which...." Helen said, and Sal smiled shyly.

"Do you think I'm pretty? Really?"

"I'm straight" Helen said "but when I look at you and see you as a woman, a
stunningly beautiful woman, if you were a real woman I would definitely be
tempted".

Sally face lit up. "I think that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to
me" she said.

I could see Helen getting impatient. "Do you want to change and play some
more?" I asked them both.

Helen smiled this time, and Sally said "Come into my bedroom."

She undressed and lay down. Her cock and balls were still strapped and her
penis stood straight up.

"Let me at it" Helen said and started stroking.

When I saw this, I could feel myself getting excited, I guess from watching
the sales women help themselves to Sally's charms. I undressed too and as I
did, said

"I know you're my sister... um... brother... um sister... um I know I'm
related to you but I don't care. I want something too" and with that I
kneeled over Brad's head so he could use his tongue.

Almost immediately I was almost over the top. "Don't let Sally cream yet" I
moaned, I wa...wa... wa...  nuh...nuh...nuh...waaaaaatch her" and I was
gone, bucking furiously on Brads tongue, moaning, writhing, dripping,
stroking my breasts my clit my
oooooohhhhhhh...huhuhuhuh.... oooohhhhhhhhhhh.

Gradually I calmed. Gradually my breathing returned to normal. Gradually,
gradually.

I got off Bra... Sally and smiled at Helen. "That was interesting" I
said. "You've got a great tongue, Sally. If we could bottle it, we could
make a fortune. What are you guys up to?"

Sally had her eyes closed and was moaning and bucking. Helen didn't say
anything, just held up the vibrator and, with her eyes, indicated Sal. She
also showed me a tube of lubricant.

I remembered earlier today when Sal had tried to impale herself on my
finger. I nodded.

"Sal, roll over onto your hand and knees, please".

I think Sal had memories of this afternoon too, because she very quickly
rolled over.

Helen reached under for Sally's dick and I moved my hand slowly over Sal's
back and down to her rump. She flinched.

"It's alright" I said, "everything's alright".

I saw Helen pick something up and show it - them - to me then put them
under Sally. I watched Helen hook the weights onto the loop on the cock and
ball strap then pull them toward the bed.

Once again I caressed Sally's curves and once again my index finger played
with her slit. Gradually I worked my finger in further and gradually Sal
moved back onto my finger. She was moving, moving, trying harder and
harder.

I used my other hand to take the top of the lubricant and squeezed some
onto Bra.... Sal's bum. I collected it with my hand and moved it so I could
work it into her crack. "Oh yes" she cried. "Oh, God yes".

My finger was quite slippery and I was making Sal's crack slippery too,
working the lubricant in deeper and deeper, so she would be ready for the
vibrator, while Sal worked harder and harder to get onto my finger. The
weights were swinging around quite violently and must have been causing
Sally some pain but she wasn't complaining.

I noticed Helen wasn't doing anything; she held up both her hands to show
me they were empty as she reached for the measuring cup.

I turned on the vibrator and moved it into position, opening Sal's crack as
I worked, easing the vibrator in oh so gently. Sal was really bucking now,
and Helen moved back to start stroking Sal's dick.

"Oh, God, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme" Sal was crying as she bucked on the
vibrator, as I worked it in further and further and the weights swung
crazily.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, make me come, make me come, make me come fuck my pussy
mmmyyyy pussy myyyyyy puuuuuussy. Pleeeeeaaaaaassssssseeeee".

It was time. I started to move the vibrator in and out, in and out and
Helen started milking more slowly and Sally was getting faster and faster
and breathing faster and faster and... and ... and huh huh huh huh huhhhhhh
and Helen took off the weights and started squeezing Sal's balls, getting
the last drop and still milking and milking and the cream was coming and
coming and coming and coming and more and coming and more and huh huh and
huh huh and slowly and slowly it all and slowly Sal slowly and finally she
collapsed, spent. Helen held up the measuring cup and showed me how much
we'd got. Incredible. I wondered if we'd ever repeat it. I doubted it, but
I knew I was sure going to try and I thought Helen would too.

She rested, with Helen and me both gently stroking her, petting her,
calming her and finally she was OK, was breathing normally.

"Can we wait five minutes before we start again?" Sally joked.

"We'll wait ten, if you wish, but mum and dad will be home soon so I think
we'd better stop until next weekend. You'd better get changed and take off
that makeup and hang up your clothes in my cupboard so mum and dad won't
know".

And with that comment, our games were over for that weekend.