So I stood there in intense pain with the motion I am not familiar with, until he stopped and thick loads of cum went inside me,it stunk. Then he cut ...he ropes and carried me to the tub and put me down carefully. I whimpered Why did you not drag me off the chair and dump me in the tub? He replied Because you were a good little slave. Slave!! I answered Yes you are. I decided to keep you since you pussy was so wet and small. But if you dont become my slave I guess Ill have to kill your parents. They were a bitolder than the girls. I could see them pointing fingers at me. Theynoticed that I was wearing a diaper under my mini dress. This made themlaugh even more. They started calling me a sissy baby. I felt likecrying, but being made of plastic, I could not get any tears to come.They were soon that I was being looked at by many people. There was evenone from the newspaper that started taking pictures of me. People wereboth disgusted and curious to why a boy was being dressed up as a. Gary left and I walked to the bedroom door. I looked in to see that Diane had pulled all of the covers off of her and lay there in all her nude glory.I hope you didn't let Gary see that." I said rather sternly."Wouldn't you like to know?" Diane chirped back at me. I walked in and fell on the bed next to her and began stroking her flat belly and slid my hand down between her legs. She moved to allow me access and moaned as my finger went to work. "Are you ready for more?" she asked."No, but I. No one, and I do mean no one, could tell us apart. Well, that's not absolutely true, Mom could of course, and even Dad to some extent, but no one else ever had a clue. And we put that fact to good use when we grew up and started dating. Put quite simply, we traded off and fucked each other's girlfriends and not one of them ever caught on.The first time it happened it was an accident. My brother was dating (and fucking, although he hadn't yet told me) Mary Ellen Sonnell. Our folks were away for.