He had just subjected his brother to the boundbride fantasy and wondered expectantly and nervously what he had instore for him.The note meant go and g...t yourself ready. No hair on legs or arms, readyto present as a girl to the best of his abilities.Since the first occasion, described below they had competed to put eachother through a series of experiences. The rules were strict, nothingillegal, no permanent changes, not too much discomfort and not to bringshame on the family. Otherwise anything. "You're obnoxious, and..." You're obnoxious," I instantly retorted."But I think it's kind of cute," he finished. "And you make me laugh. I don't know... the night we met I sort of thought we hit it off, and ever since then... I've just wanted to know more about you? It's not that strange, is it? And you like me." You don't know that," I said almost defensively."Yes I do," he replied, with a self-satisfied smile attached to his face. "You wouldn't be here right now if you didn't." I frowned at. "But Miss, she's not wearing panties" moaned Molly."I know - I've been watching your antics behind the sports block - now get those jeans off" Only then did Rachael notice the large binoculars on the windowsill with a perfect view down the back of the school.The long brick wall was the favourite spot for making out - boys with boys at one end, girls on their knees sucking cocks in the middle, Molly and Rachael being the school’s only openly lesbians choosing the sunny end.Still facing the. Maybe I was afraid of breaking the mood, which on the face of it seemed impossible, but still my voice was low, private, as if what we were doing was a secret.In answer, Rita leaned forward and let her erect nipples touch the hairs on my chest, the aureoles tickling themselves in the forest of rough, kinky foliage. “I’m almost ready to let you, my love.”Those last two words surprised me, but not enough to slow the quickening cadence, building to our inevitable fast humping and matching, maybe.