I told mysister that the chicks dig a bad boy. She said you'll be a good boy oryou won't be a boy at all. I soon discovered what she meant.My sister a...d niece threw out my few ragged boy clothes and delighted indressing me in little girl outfits. Whenever I protested my sister andniece would sing gleefully in unison "You're our sissy girl now" Butthat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that my sister wascontinually forcing me into embarrassing situations like watching herget fucked. She. “Hey, Ellie, that’s a bit personal!”“Oh, come on, Claire! We always used to talk about everything. Tell!”“It’s always very nice–”“Nice!” Ellen exclaimed. “Nice?” she repeated more gently. “That’s a very ‘interesting’ way of putting it. What do you do? How much variety?”“You mean having sex?”“Yes. Positions? Foreplay?”“Missionary. He’s very gentle. I always enjoy it and feel loved.”“Orgasms?”“He always comes.”“I meant you!”“Not with him. He won’t touch me down there, says it’s immoral. Luckily. And all but the two visitors would be fully versed in what was to happen.Julie double-checked the address. Yes, this was the place. It was a large house set well back from the street in a thickly treed lot. She was relieved when Joan answered her ring at the door and, after brief introductions to the others, she settled down on the big sofa beside Susan and accepted a drink. It was a strong rum and coke and the heavy flavour of the drink masked the tastes of the Roofie and the special. ” Her entire hand went inside of her swim suit bottoms and as she inserted her finger back between her lips, her fist made a bulge in the suit as it pulled away at the legs. Her knees began to buckle and her shoulders rolled forward as her began to move it deep within the suit. After a brief moment, I told her, “Just take the thing off; slide it down your legs.” She removed it over her hips with both hand and as it cleared her pussy, her eyes got wide and her mouth opened. I think it was the.