Dressed finally, he walked back to the bathroom, heels clicking on thewooden floor. He seated himself on the small stool at the vanity andpicked up th... bottle of pink nail polish. Gingerly he painted hisfingernails. It came as no surprise to him that his mother had left thepolish out for him. It was the same polish she had painted on histoenails the night before.He was sitting at the vanity, waiting for his nails to dry when he heardhis mother come home."Frankie, dear," her voice called. "I'm. ’ I stammered. ‘Damn right because my brother isn’t a sissy-fucker!’ She took a deep breath, ‘Right, you can’t come to school like that, you’ll have to borrow a uniform off me. If I were you though as soon as he drops us off I’d fuck off home and change unless you want everyone to know you’re a sissy.’ I nodded slowly, and unzipped the dress and took it off, along with my tights, leaving me stood there in just my bra and panties. She smiled, she was loving this. On her bed there was quite a big. I could feel his bulge pressing against his newly formed clothes. I could feel my wetness start to soak through my panties. My pussy ached for his member to penetrate me. I couldn't wait any longer, but it was like somehow he was holding me back even though he had the lightest touch. I let him lead since I was basically helpless. He slowly pulled off my shirt and started to caress my breasts. He let me unclip my bra. My bra fell to the floor giving him full access to my breasts. His mouth went. I pulled her up, and brought her face on my lap and inserted the rod in her mouth. She was now giving me a blow job. A tremendous pressure was developing and I didn’t want to waste any bit of it, so again I parted her legs, now with her on my top and tore into her womb and thumped with vigour. Finally, I discharged for another time in her womb that dried us both of any energy but to cling to ourselves and sleep. We woke up in an hour and then, with a feeling of accomplishment, dressed up for.