” My aunt had always been very close to my dad and I could feel the weight behind his request. My aunt hugged each of them as well and my my mom fin...shed by saying “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up.... you have my permission.” She said smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly. I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around my aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She. Our little Chrissie ….. our little sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she’s our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood …. the same blood … that you’re a sissy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you want to be our sissy?” ….. do you want to be our sissy? …. do you want to be our sissy?“Yes .. Yes”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathless double squeak. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her. The wearer inserted her end as deep as she could get it then pumped it up till it was a tight fit in her vagina, her end expanded like a dog knot with ridges to hold it in place. It would take trial and error to get the right feel and the ridges moving a little on the G spot would feel wild. The other end was a perfect feeling cock, other than being cold. It felt like the real thing, with the toy heater we had it was even better; also the curve looked about right. It was hard, but not too hard,. Both breakfast and last night's dinner disheswere still in the sink. She remembered her mother and her fighting lastnight: it had been Rachael's turn to do the dishes but the fight hadended with her mom saying that the dishes would stay in the sink untilshe did them as Rachael stormed off to her room.Looking around, it was soon clear that there was no dishwasher, soRachael filled the sink with hot water and washed the dishes by hand,then dried them and put them into the cupboards. She cleaned.