Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 04:44:46 -0400
From: John Smith <disposablehero29@gmail.com>
Subject: Wicked Stepsister - Chapter One TG

**Please remove my name AND email address. Thank you!*

**The story goes into blackmail territory, but will become willing as the
relationship between dom and sub matures in future installments. The TG
angle is barely implied here, but becomes more pronounced as the gender
roles of the dom and sub continue to evolve.*


            It started back in my sophomore year of high school. My father
was overseas with his construction firm on a six month build when my aunt
Marie had her accident. My mom wanted to fly up to see her in the hospital,
but it was the middle of the school year, and she didn't want me missing
any classes. That was when a neighbor of ours, and a close friend of my
parents', offered to let me stay with her and her daughter while my mom was
out of town. She promised to feed me, make sure I didn't stay out in the
rain, and make sure I was on the bus every morning. My mom was usually
incredibly protective of me, but she was so torn up over what was going on
with her sister that she agreed. With a hug and a kiss, she was off to the
airport and I was standing at the neighbor's front door with my backpack
and a suitcase full of clothes. It was kind of silly, considering the house
was maybe five minutes away by car.

            The kind neighbor's name was Sarah Hamlin, and her daughter's
name was Renee. Renee should have been a senior, but hadn't done very well
last year and was stuck in a couple of junior classes again. Because our
parents were close, you might think that we were used to hanging out with
each other, but the age difference and the fact that she was in the cool
crowd and I was one of the kids who usually spend lunch in the library
pretty much made sure we never got along that well.

            She was pretty, but as far as I was concerned at the time she
was only pretty in a very bitchy way. It seemed like the nicer Mrs. Hamlin
was to me, the bitchier Renee got. For some reason though, the worse she
treated me, the hotter she seemed to get.


            Renee had a nice body, from what I could tell. After I'd been
at the house a couple of days, she seemed to either relax or start ignoring
me, because she began going around at night without a bra on under her
shirt. Her teenage tits were almost pointy, but not all that big. She had
dirty blond hair and a light dusting of freckles over her cheeks. Her eyes
were a cruel ice chip blue.


           A couple of times it seemed like she was just trying to punish
me. I'd be working at the dining room table, trying to make a dent in my
mountain of homework, and she'd wander through in a pair of tiny shorts and
a shirt and do stretching exercises. More than once I got distracted
watching her ass as she bent over. Trying to hide a hard on through dinner
became pretty normal for me.


            Then came the times when Mrs. Hamlin made Renee help me with my
homework. Even though Renee failed some of her junior classes the year
before, she wasn't dumb. She was actually really good at math. As far as I
could tell, the only reason she'd failed the classes she did is that she
was either bored, or too busy worrying about her social life.


            This one night, when she was helping me with some equations I
just couldn't figure out, I accidentally touched one of her boobs. I was
sitting there, and she leaned over to help me. She moved into me, but I
still felt like I was going to get in trouble for it, if for no other
reason then the fact it started my dick getting hard again. Renee caught me
blushing and figured out what was going on.

            "Just go jack off or something," she said to me, "I'm not going
to waist my time helping you if you aren't paying attention."

            She had a point. I hadn't rubbed one out since I'd started
staying with her and her mom. It was actually getting kind of painful,
considering that I was getting turned on at least two or three times a day
and never felt comfortable enough there to do anything about it.


            I tried that night, but when I heard Renee walking down the
hall to go to the bathroom, I got really scared she was going to open my
door and lost my hard on.

            The next day though, Renee didn't come home on the bus. She was
going over to a friends' house to help her study, or more likely just to
gossip and hang out. When I got off the bus, I noticed Mrs. Hamlin's car
wasn't there. I found a note, tucked under the same fake rock that they
used for the hide-a-key that explained one of her employees was sick, so
she'd had to go cover for her at the store, but that she made a snack for
me and left it in the refrigerator. I took the key and let myself into the
house.

            I almost felt like a burglar or something, since I was all
alone in someone else's house. It was kind of a thrill, but then again
maybe it was just because I realized at that moment that with the house all
to myself, I might finally be able to get off without getting interrupted.
Compared to how often I did it at home, I was actually worried staying with
the Hamlins was going to be bad for my health!

            I left my book bag on the kitchen table and snagged a few paper
towels on my way into my borrowed room. I locked the door and stripped down
totally naked. I'd gotten into the habit of being nude to jerk off because
skin was a lot easier to clean up than clothes were. I usually covered up
when I started to get close, and finished by coming into a sock. For a
while that had been pretty much foolproof, but lately I'd actually shot at
least some of my load through the sock a couple times. It was a lot easier
to wipe the come off my stomach, legs, or chest than it was to explain why
I needed to wash an article of clothing right away.

            For some reason though, even though my cock had jumped to full
alert the second I finished undressing, I wasn't giving it the attention it
was demanding. Instead, I found myself getting a stupid idea. I wanted to
walk around the house naked, like I owned the place. My cock actually
twitched when I thought about being naked in Renee's room.

            I was incredibly horny, but I was still trying to be smart. I
decided that I'd need a plan if either of them came home during my trip
through the house. I took a pair of my shorts with me, figuring if they
showed up I could just put the shorts on in a hurry. It would be less weird
for a boy to be running around the house in his gym shorts than it would be
for him to be naked. It seemed like it made sense.

            I took the time to make a circuit of the whole place, absently
stroking my cock the whole time, before coming back to Renee's door. I
actually squeezed out a nice fat drop of precum while I was gathering up
the courage to go in and had to rub it into the carpet with my toes.

            As soon as I twisted the knob and pushed her door open, I
thought of all the ways I could pay Renee back for teasing me the way she
did. Some of the places my mind went actually kind of scared me. I thought
about putting some of my come into the lotion bottle on her desk, stroking
my hardness as I imagined her rubbing my stuff into her skin. I thought
about pissing in the corner of her closet, like I was claiming the
territory or something. If she realized what happened, I could always blame
the cat.

            I couldn't help watching myself in her mirror for a little bit.
I actually looked pretty good. My mom enrolled me in gymnastics classes
when I was younger, and even though I hadn't been to one in years, I kept
up the conditioning, stretches and exercises. My shoulders were wider than
most boys my age, with some nice definition. My arms looked nice, nothing
like the guys on the weightlifting team, but still a lot better then the
other kids who spent lunch in the library, that was for sure.


            I stopped playing with my dick and struck a few poses. I was
already long enough that I could get both hands involved if I wanted to. I
wondered if my dick would grow any more as I got older, or if I'd already
maxxed it out. I gave up on admiring myself and went back to my two tiered
plan of masturbation and revenge.

            I decided on something I called mattress fucking. When I was in
my own room at home, a lot of times I'd just kneel in front of my bed and
work my cock in between the box spring and the top mattress. That way I
could just push down on the mattress and thrust my hips in and out until I
came, and since I would be coming some place out of view there was no clean
up required. I liked the idea of Renee sleeping on a mattress I came in, a
lot, but I got distracted before I could carry the plan out.

            Renee's plastic hamper was there in the corner. My cock
twitched in my grip again as it dawned on me there might be a pair of her
used panties in there. It may seem kind of juvenile, but at the time it was
just about as close as I'd been able to get to a girl's pussy, so I wasn't
about to pass the chance up.

            I  flung the lid up and started digging through the laundry. I
was starting to get upset. I tossed socks, shorts, and a couple of shirts
out before I finally got down to what I was looking for: a pair of pink
panties.

            I lifted them up to my face, rubbing my nose in them, almost
like a bloodhound trying to get a scent. I honestly don't know if I
actually smelled her juice on the panties or not, or if it was just the act
of having them in my hands, but my hips started to buck on their own.
Without really thinking, I went ahead and wrapped the panties around my
throbbing maleness and started pumping away.


            I imagined my hand was Renee's cunt, her mouth, her asshole,
all of the above, all at the same time and just kept pumping as hard as I
could. My legs actually felt weak as I started to come. It just kept
spurting out for what seemed like forever. The panties were sodden through
in an instant, one rope of sperm made its way to her closet door, while
another squirted out over the front of the hamper.

            The impossible level of bliss I was feeling was immediately
replaced by an equivalent feeling of terror as I heard the distinctive
crunch of a car pulling into the gravel driveway in front of the house.

            Naturally, I started to panic. I was naked in Renee's room and
my come was all over her wall, hamper, a pair of her panties and both of my
hands. There would be no explaining any of this. I used the driest corner
of the panties I could find as a rag and attacked the wall and the front of
the hamper. Satisfied that I'd gotten as much of it cleaned as I could, I
was ready to turn and run for my room when I remembered all the clothes I'd
thrown out of the hamper. Renee would know something was up if she saw that.


            I raced around, my suddenly very limp dick bouncing wildly off
my thighs, as I scooped up every last bit of discarded laundry. I buried
the soaking panties at the bottom of the pile and hoped they'd be dry
enough nobody would notice when laundry day came. Satisfied with my
cleanup, I left the room. I just barely got into my room and locked the
door behind me when I heard the front door open.

            I collapsed on my bed, panting. I was impressed with myself for
pulling the great caper off. It was then that I realized something was
wrong. I didn't have the pair of my shorts that I'd been carrying with me.
I sat bolt upright, fresh panic causing a sweat to break out all over my
body. I was in such a hurry that I must have just picked them up and shoved
them in Renee's hamper. My heart was racing. Maybe she wouldn't notice.
Maybe they'd go through the wash, and I could explain that they were left
in the machine or something and got mixed in with her load.

            I waited until I had calmed down before getting dressed. I
hadn't heard any yelling or pounding on my door, so I figured the coast was
clear. Besides, it was time for me to go get my backpack and start my
homework. I was satisfied that I'd actually gotten away with everything
right up to the point I opened my door. There on the outside knob was my
little pair of shorts. Renee knew.



            It is amazing how much denial one person can be capable of.
When things went normal at breakfast, and there were no incidents on the
bus ride or during school the next two days, I had myself fully convinced
that Renee must have thought my shorts being in her hamper was some
innocent mistake. Mrs. Hamlin was still having trouble balancing out
everyone's shifts at her store, so she was having to cover another
afternoon by herself which meant Renee and I were home alone.

            Everything was normal as Renee and I walked up to the house
from the bus stop, or at least everything was normal until the moment we
got inside. I was completely blindsided. She slapped me so hard that I
tasted blood in my mouth, and then before I had a chance to recover, she
drove a knee into my balls. I crumpled to the ground like I'd been shot.

            "I know what you did you perv!" she half shrieked at me, "It
isn't enough you have to stay here because your family has more important
things to do that worry about you? What the fuck is wrong with you, you
creep?"

            I couldn't really say anything to defend myself. Between the
shock of her actually hitting me, the pain her knee had inflicted, and the
red burning shame I felt on knowing she'd discovered what I'd done, there
was nothing I could really do other than sit there and take whatever she
had to dish out.

            "When I tell my mom what you did, you're out of here, you
little shit," she hissed, "somebody else can worry about you."

            Renee was absolutely livid. I'd never seen her that angry
before, or really anyone else for that matter.

            "You know what," she said, "I've changed my mind. I don't think
I'm going to tell my mom after all."

            "Really?" I asked sheepishly.

            "Shut up!" She yelled at me.

            She grabbed one of my ears and twisted so hard I thought she
was about to rip it off. I really wanted to hit her, just to make the pain
stop, but I wasn't raised to hit women, so again, I just took it. She
jerked the ear up, and I had to follow as she led me through the house,
back to the scene of the crime.

            Renee led me over to her dresser. She pulled the top drawer
open and shoved me toward the piece of furniture, finally releasing her
death grip on my ear.

            "Pick them up," the commanded.

            I knew exactly what she was referring to when I saw the pair of
pink panties their, crusted stiff where my come had dried in them.

            "You like them so much, why don't you put them on," She said.

            "Renee, I'm sorry, I don't..."

            "Put them on, you fucking perv, or I'll tell my mom what you
did!"

            "Okay, okay," I said. "I'll go put them on."

            "You're not going anywhere," she commanded.

            I wasn't quite sure I understood.

            "Put. Them. On." She ordered.

            As ordered, I started to strip down. Renee gathered up my
clothes as fast as I could remove them. Eventually, I was just standing
there naked in her bedroom again. She held the soiled panties out to me by
her thumb and forefinger.

            "Can you put the blinds down?" I asked.

            She slapped me again and said, "Quit stalling and put them on."

            I took the panties from her. I pulled them apart, where they
had stuck together as they dried and gingerly bent over to put my first leg
in. They were very tight around my muscular legs, but I was able to get
them pulled all the way up.

            "You want to play with my underwear?" Renee asked,
rhetorically, "I'm going to show you what its like to be a girl."

            For some reason I felt almost as turned on as I was scared.

            "You have to learn how to please your man," Renee said as she
walked over to get something from her desk, "Sometimes he just wants to get
off and doesn't want to worry about how you feel. If you want to be a good
girl, you need to learn how to suck a dick."

            Renee unzipped her jeans and wedged the head of the hairbrush
she picked up between her legs, leaving the slightly phallic shaped handle
sticking out. She held it in place with her left hand, and I saw her
rubbing herself through her panties with the thumb.

            "On your knees," she commanded.

            I did as I was told, and felt my mouth fall open as if it had a
mind of its own. Renee grabbed my hair with her right hand and steered me
towards her false cock before roughly impaling my mouth on it. The
suddenness of it caught me by surprise, and triggered my gag reflex. I
tried to pull back, but she just jerked my head forward again and bucked
her hips against my face.


            She let go of me for a moment as I knelt there choking and
coughing, before deciding I'd had enough rest. She used her grip on my hair
to tilt my face back up and started to rub the tip of her hairbrush cock
across my skin.

            "Close your eyes," she ordered, I complied. "Suck my cock,
slut," she said in a mocking tone.

            I did exactly what she asked for, sliding my mouth and tongue
up and down her fake shaft, tasting plastic. Every few seconds, she'd
tighten her fingers in my hair and pull me I towards her again, holding me
there until I started to choke again.


            My eyes were closed, but I figured she was still playing with
her clit as she hammered away at my mouth, because I started to smell
something new, and could swear that a new taste was showing up on the
hairbrush handle.


            Of course, the thing that surprised me the most was how turned
on our little game was making me. I'd flipped my cock up when I put the
panties on, and now that it was hard it was sticking out of the waistband.
I could feel the slight stickiness where my precum smeared on my abdomen.

            "Hold on, slut," Renee said, "I'm going to come. Don't you open
your fucking eyes until I tell you."

            She let go of my hair and pulled the hairbrush handle back out
of my mouth. I knelt there, still bobbing a little bit, having gotten used
to the rhythm she had been enforcing.

            "Keep your mouth open, slut," she ordered.

            I felt something warm and wet splatter onto my cheek. For a
second, I actually thought that somehow she had actually grown a dick while
I wasn't watching, and that instead of a hairbrush I was really blowing
her, and she was shooting a load on my face. I felt a little disappointed
when the next load hit me, and I could hear her spitting, but then I just
let the fantasy ride. Even though I knew she was just spitting on my face,
in my head I saw her hosing me down with come. With a shudder that started
in my belly and spread out from there, I felt myself lose a little more
than just precum, but not a full enough load to call it getting off.


            My cock was throbbing, begging me just to give it a reason to
spill the rest of what Renee's fantasy had me built up for.

            "Open your eyes," she commanded.

            Right as I did, I saw a flash of light and heard the sound of
her camera phone taking my picture.

            She actually showed me the picture later on. Me kneeling there
obediently, my hardon proudly standing out above the pink waistband of the
borrowed panties. Renee's fake come on my face, with my eyes red from
choking and my mouth hanging open like I was just begging for more. She
owned me from that moment on, and I knew it.

            "You can go," she said, putting the phone away, "But don't even
think about jacking off tonight."

            I probably actually whimpered in weak protest, considering how
much my cock was aching to come.

            "Don't worry," she said, mock sweetness in her voice, "I'll let
you know when you're allowed to. But right now, just go to your room and
wait until dinner. And one more thing, you had better be wearing those
panties every time I bring you in here for a lesson, and they had better be
clean. If you don't do as I say, I'll have to punish you, so be a good
little girl for me, okay?"

            "Yes, Renee" I said, sheepishly.