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Chapter
3
For a change I was up
and ready (in more ways than one) at 8 a.m. awaiting Linda's arrival.
I was surprised when I answered the door to see two girls standing
there.
"Hi," Linda said, "this
is my kid sister, Kim."
I looked at the almost
identical images in front of me and mouthed, "kid?"
Both girls giggled at
that. Linda explained, "Yes, she's all of about 20 minutes younger.
This is my twin. She's the girl of the family. I've always been
sort of the tomboy. Not that I don't have my urges."
I had no doubt as to
Linda's urges.
I studied the two girls,
comparing their common facial features and pert, young bodies. I
noticed their differences as well.
Linda, in her baseball
cap and her oversized man's shirt with (I hoped) her pink shorts
underneath, was wearing a different pair of those delightful sneakers.
After the last two days that style of sneaker took on a new meaning.
They said, "female -- obey me!" Linda popped a stick of gum in her
mouth and eyed me with an impudent grin. She seemed so cool and
confident. I could not meet her penetrating gaze, and averted my
eyes.
Obviously, Kim was not
dressed for painting, but she was carrying a small suitcase. Perhaps
her work clothes were in there. Her soft red shoulder-length hair
framed her perfectly made-up face. She had such a sweet, innocent
smile that I... well, I just melted.
A pretty powder blue
lace bra was clearly visible through her long-sleeved blouse. From
the Victorian collar on down, the translucent white chiffon material
left little to my imagination. Yet, in a way, she seemed so pure
and childlike. Until I studied those gorgeous hips. Nothing childlike
about her there... And the pleated blue skirt that came to her mid-thigh
said "schoolgirl" but her long legs were encased in sheer nylon
and that said something else.
I guessed the heels
of her blue sandals to be about 3" high. The pink nail polish showing
through her stockinged feet matched the color of her perfectly manicured
long fingernails. As my mind was contemplating how to get into her
pants, my penis betrayed me. She laughed softly as she noticed the
growing bulge in my shorts.
Linda broke my reverie.
"I brought Kim along today because I have an idea. If all three
of us work at it, we can get the job finished sooner. That will
give us more time to ourselves to play."
It made sense to me.
"But what about Kim. Does she ..."
"Of course she does,"
Linda added, knowing exactly what I was talking about. "Kim and
I go way back with boys. Usually, she hooks them, and I fry them.
This time it's my turn to make the introductions. Right Kimmie?"
"Uh-huh," Kim replied.
"You know, Mr. Greer," she said softly, "even as a little girl I
had a way with boys. I could get them to talk to us and want to
play with us. Once we'd make friends, Linda would take over. She
showed me what to do with them. She just had this knack for getting
them to drop their pants for us." Her eyes were fixed on my developing
hard-on. "We've been sharing boyfriends for the last ten years."
"Now," Linda interrupted,
"are we ready to go to work?"
I nodded my assent.
"Listen up, Tommy!"
Linda commanded, "Let me tell you how it's going to be. I'm the
foreman on this job. I'll tell you exactly what to do. That even
includes when to take a shit."
I looked at her, but
she overrode my objection before I raised it, "That's right, my
penis-pumping puppy. You are the new apprentice on this job, and
everything you do has to be supervised. That includes bathroom breaks.
You have to ask permission from Kimmie or myself to be excused from
work. One of us will have to take you."
I decided I'd put her
to the test, "May I go to the bathroom, please?"
"Yes, you may. Since
we haven't started work yet, we'll both take you." The three of
us walked to the bathroom where I unzipped my pants, took out my
penis and relieved myself of my morning's coffee. Both girls seemed
content just to watch, but the requirement to ask permission and
to be supervised made me feel like a little boy again.
I zipped up and flushed
the toilet.
"Kimmie, here's where
he was masturbating yesterday with his nose buried in my sneaker!"
Kim was all eyes. "How
did you get him to do it?" she asked.
"I didn't. When are
you going to learn, Kimmie. Boys and men don't have a choice when
it comes to sex. They have to have it or go mad. There's some sort
of direct connection between their penises and their brains. If
we control the sex we control them. Tommy boy likes the smell of
girls' feet, so I indulge him. He'll do anything for me."
Kim looked thoughtful.
But I couldn't tell what she was thinking, whether she felt excitement,
contempt, or what.
Linda turned to me.
"OK. You have at least some experience painting, right?" she asked.
"Well, not exactly,"
I replied. "That's why I hired a professional. But if you'll give
me directions, I'm sure..."
"Oh, shit," she said.
"Look, I don't have time for this. It's going to rain tomorrow.
I want to try to get the outside trim finished today. You train
him, Kimmie. I'm going to get to work." And with that, she turned
and left us. Kim stood there with an amused look. She licked her
lips and smiled at me.
-=o=-
"Well, Mr. Greer," Kim
said. She moved next to me and lightly, teasingly ran her long pink
fingernails down my arm. She seemed like such a demure, sweet young
thing. But my cock didn't think so; it was growing again. And in
a very soft voice she said, "I see you have my sister's panties
and bra hanging there. Panties and bras are very feminine, aren't
they?"
"Well," I croaked. I
could not take my eyes off her breasts, displayed in her own lacy
bra beneath the transparency of the chiffon blouse. They looked
so enticing. I felt myself so strangely submissive. She saw where
I was staring. I don't know what made me blurt out, "That one's
not as feminine as the nylon and lace bra you're wearing." I felt
so embarrassed.
She smiled at me. Her
hand was still on my arm. "Why, Mr. Greer," she said sweetly, "I
think you have excellent taste!" She bent over to open her small
suitcase. I couldn't see, or didn't want to see, what she had in
there. My eyes were fixed on the curve of her hips, her long legs
in those sheer stockings. I stared, thinking...
She held a bra and a
pair of panties in her hand. She unfolded the bra and said, "Vanity
Fair. Soft nylon and lace, the same style as I'm wearing. Doesn't
it look pretty? Pink is such a feminine color, don't you think?"
I had to agree. I think my heart skipped a beat. Where was this
leading?
"And panties are so
pretty too," she whispered as she held them up to my face, "A proper
match for the bra, Vanity Fair also, size 7. Such soft nylon. And
look, these briefs have such darling lace at the front of the leg
openings. Intimate feminine wear is so attractive, don't you think?"
"Oh, yes." Part of me
was still plotting to get her out of her panties, and if I had to
play her game, so be it. Another part of me found this very exciting.
"Breathtaking," I said.
"Well, then. We need
to get started with your training, Mr. Greer." She continued to
speak, very slowly and deliberately, "I want you to take off all
your clothes so I can get a better look at you."
"Call me Tom, please."
I hesitated. She placed
her hand on the swelling in my crotch and began to play with me.
"You're not going to
be difficult, are you Tommy? We need to get started with your training
and I'm so hoping you will be a good boy for Kimmie."
I was lost in her femininity.
I took off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. As my shorts fell to
the floor my freed cock popped to attention. It was so embarrassing.
But Kim seemed so understanding, as her hands ran appreciatively
over my body. Then she ran her fingernails back and forth lightly
over my penis. It grew harder in response.
"Tommy, I want you properly
dressed for your painting lesson. Put on your pretty panties."
I couldn't refuse her.
As I slid the pink nylon briefs up my legs and over my raging hard-on
she stood there with her arms crossed and smiled knowingly at me.
Then she said, "Hold out your arms, darling." She slipped the silky
bra straps over my shoulders, put her arms around me and hooked
the delicate garment in place. Her perfume assaulted my senses,
and she leaned against me pressing her soft breasts to my chest.
My penis, in its nylon prison, was cuddled in the folds of her skirt.
Yes, definitely, this was exciting me.
"Such a good boy," she
cooed. "You know, your briefs are made of Diaphanique nylon. They're
quite easy to see through. And you really do look so pretty and
feminine in your panties." She took a small step to the side to
look at my hardness as she began to stroke the tent in my new panties.
"Ummm..." I was speechless.
And rock hard.
"Cat got your tongue,
Tommy? That reminds me of my cousin, Billy. And my aunt..."
She thought for a moment
as she continued to pet me. "That's it! I'm going to be your Auntie
Kimmie and you will do every single thing I tell you. That will
be so much fun, won't it sweetness? Let's go to the bedroom where
we'll be more comfortable."
Kim picked up her suitcase
and beckoned with her finger for me to follow her. She led me down
the hall. As I followed her I felt a little silly dressed as I was,
and I was hoping Linda didn't walk back in the house at that point.
But mostly what occupied my attention was the curve of Kim's hips
and the wiggle of her body as she walked in front of me. I wondered
if that was the way she walked all the time or if she was just doing
it to tease me.
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