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Warning. This is an adult story with some strong sexual content. It is not intended for and should not be read by minors. It is also not intended for anyone who believes that men are men, women are women and that's the way things should always be. It is concerned with themes of male transvestism, panty fetishism, male submission, female domination, and the like. It does not contain any kind of violence nor does it depict children under the age of consent. Note, however that unlike my other stories it does depict young people just above the age of consent, which many find to be at the least distasteful, and in some cases, downright immoral. If this would offend you, stop reading. This is fiction after all. If this sounds borderline to you then note that there is no actual sex between anyone less than eighteen years of age depicted. Also, there is no inter-family sex. A young woman teases her younger brother in a highly sexually charged manner, and a young boy fantasies about his father's young bride, that's about it. Stephanie's Scheme Chapter Two By Alamo Preacher A continuation of Chapter One. Ken has crept into his parent's bedroom to find his new Stepmother's wedding dress... I crept out of bed and onto the landing again. I didn't peek downstairs, but headed for my Dad's bedroom. I turned on a light. The dress was laid out on the bed, not particularly neatly. It wasn't folded. Beside it, was a white basque. I went weak at the sight of it. Stephanie didn't have anything like this. I picked it up. It had only half-full bra cups. Was this what she'd worn today under the dress? Possibly. Under the basque was a pair of white creamy panties, and, over in the corner of the room I could see balled up nylons. Her stockings. I had to decide whether I would 'borrow' these now or wait or not at all... Fuck! Steph and Greg were coming upstairs! I dived for the light switch. They'd see me from the corridor. As I turned off the light and closed the door I could hear voices. They had paused on the landing. She was persuading him to come with her, but he was nervous. "Yes, I'm sure it's a good idea Greg. She's halfway to the Maldives by now, and she won't be back for two weeks. This will be better than fucking me in that stupid pink blancmange, believe me. It's a gorgeous white wedding dress with a fitted topless basque. You will cream in your jeans when you see me in it. And yes I do want to do it in their bed. It's bigger than mine." They were coming in here! There was no way out! I dived into the walk-in closet! I was in and almost had the door closed when they came in and turned on the full lights. The sliding door was still open almost a full inch. I froze. They didn't notice the gap. I held my breath in the dark of the closet, not daring to put my eye to the crack. As expected, Greg was impressed with the dress. From the sounds of his breathing, all resistance faded when she put on the basque. Soon they were moaning together. "Do you like this Greg. Wanna fuck me in it, huh?" "Oh yeah honey." "What about the dress, huh. Wanna feel up the innocent bride in her slutty wedding dress. Huh? Do you. Does this do it for you Greg. Do you wanna fuck the virgin whore? Do you want to come in her not so creamy white pussy? "Jesus yes honey. I want to fuck you in the dress baby." Greg sounded like he'd agree to anything at this stage, but I wondered if he really understood what she was saying. I think it passed over his head .In truth it kind-of passed over mine too but I knew Stephanie was letting something show here. If she caught me listening I would be in deep, bad trouble, but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. I peeked. I had a view of one half of the room, including just the bottom half of the bed. She was putting on the dress over her head, still wearing the basque. She had a pair of white stockings already on. Her own? Where had they come from? The basque shaped, and presented her breasts in the most erotic way. The silky dress fell about her, revealing and concealing at the same time, it fit her almost as it had done Cherie. They were almost the same size and shape. She posed for Greg, who I could not see, lying on the bed. She began lifting the skirt, showing her stockinged legs beneath. "You like this, Honey? Nice girl or nasty? Both or neither? Is this what you want?" She lifted the skirt at the front and came around to him, showing him her pussy, then dropped it again and turned, lifting it at the back, showing her ass and her stockinged legs and the tuft of hair between her legs. "This is what you want, isn't it? The virgin as a slut, the slut as a virgin? Come on honey, fuck me in my virginal finery." And suddenly her was behind her, pulling the skirt aside, turning her and pressing her against the side of the bed so that she faced me, directly across the bed. In the split second before he penetrated her, I thought she saw me watching through the crack in the closet door. She looked straight at me with the faintest smile on her face and then her eyes closed as he slid into her from behind and I pulled my face from the crack in the door. She couldn't have seen me! She would have had to have known exactly the gap to look, and anyway, if she'd seen me she'd have cried out or at least shown some surprise and anyway I wouldn't now be listening to her getting fucked, and fucked hard. "Oh yeah! Fuck me! Deflower me! Yes. Oh that's so good, Greg honey." I tried not to listen. But of course it was impossible not to. I tried not to let my hands slip to my own cock as I listened to them fuck. Tried not to look again, but of course I did, sneaking peeks, and then away again. She always seemed to be looking at the gap in the door, despite the pounding he was giving her. But of course, she was positioned directly opposite so that was natural enough to look straight ahead and she didn't seem to see me. It must have been just too dark in here. I came as she came, spurting into the slip, hearing her cries as Greg moved powerfully inside her. As I heard them both subside and whisper to each other I prayed that they wouldn't stay and sleep in here. "Let's go back to my room." I heard Steph say. "I need to clean up a bit, and anyway, I don't really want to disturb the sheets, I'd only have to wash them." And so they were gone. I crept back to my own room as soon as it was safe to do so. I changed the slip and got into my own bed. I was concerned for Stephanie. I hoped that Greg was good to her. As I fell asleep I resolved that I would do my best to imitate a girl as best I could for my disguise, it was the least I could do for her. Part Seven I woke before the other two and got dressed. Ellen was coming over at ten and I wanted to get my hair right, so I decide to postpone my shower until Greg was gone. I didn't think Steph would want him hanging about all day. I went downstairs and made a big breakfast for us all. At a quarter to nine I called up the stairs to Stephanie that breakfast was ready if she wanted any. She and Greg came down, pretty quickly after that. Greg looked okay but Steph seemed tired. She wasn't much of a morning person. She slurped coffee and munched toast in her terry dressing gown while Greg made manly, sister's boyfriend, small-talk with me. I don't think he noticed that I'd made enough breakfast for three and therefore, must have known he was there. He wasn't that bright really. When I'd finished I said good-bye to Greg and went back upstairs. I heard the front door open and close just as I stepped into the shower. Soon I was back in my room, wearing a skirt over some pantyhose, over black satin panties over the padding. I was carefully moussing my hair and thinking about maybe getting some barrettes like Ellen's when I heard Steph's knock. "Come in." I called brightly. She came in, still wearing the dressing gown and slurping coffee. Her own hair was a real mess. She slumped onto my bed and regarded her brother. "Jesus, but you're perky this morning." She said. "I feel fucked." I laughed and she threw my pillow at me. "Shut up you asshole." She complained, but in a joking, half-hearted way. "I'm hung over and tired. You're lovey-doveyness is the last thing I need." "I'm just doing what I'm told." I said. "I'm getting ready to practice being a girl as instructed." "Yeah, yeah whatever. You just remember what I told you yesterday. I'll be checking up on you." She sprawled on my bed even further while I pulled on my shoes and put on the bra and forms. "What do you think of Greg?" She asked suddenly, her voice quiet. I thought. "I dunno Steph. He's your boyfriend. I hardly know him." She gave me a look. "Okay. He seems to be very fond of you, but I dunno, he's hardly the sharpest knife in the drawer. I figure maybe he's a bit too, kind of, easy for you." "Easy?" "Well, I can't imagine him ever winning an argument with you, or even trying really. Wouldn't you like someone more your equal?" She gave me a funny, surprised look. "What the fuck does that mean? I don't need an intellect. I just need a man!" Now I gave her a look. She looked for a moment as if she was going to stare me down but she relented. "Okay, I need a man who'll love me. But they're hard to find. Yes, he's no Einstein, but he cares for me in his own stupid way. I wonder if I'm good for him though. I mistreat him." We sat in silence for a minute. I didn't know how to advise her. The very idea that I might do so would have been laughable even a few days ago. It seemed Stephanie still thought so. "What the fuck am I doing asking you for advice anyway." She said, and then, more gently. "Do you want me to show you how to do your makeup." "That's okay. Ellen can do it." "Oh no she won't! If she does it then you'll end up looking like a ten- dollar whore. Let me show you." She got up and picked through the piles of bottles and tubes that I'd piled up in front of the mirror. She sorted through them, separating out what I'd need. Then she quickly applied everything, explaining what she was doing as she did so. I concentrated as hard as I could, asking questions where I wasn't clear. It was just as well that I did, because as soon as she was done, and I looked as I had done the other day, she told me to wipe it all off again. "I'm going to have my shower and get dressed, that should be more than enough time to get yourself fixed again. I'll be checking up on you." She swished out once I'd cleaned it all off. I sighed and got back to it. In the end, I think I made a pretty good job of it for a first try, though Steph still said I used too much shadow and pencil. In the meantime, she'd got dressed in a red dress with white stockings. Very girly for her. She said she had some chores to run in town in the morning, but she'd be back later. She warned me not to forget what I looked like and not to answer the door to anyone without checking who it was. Also, she warned me again about 'Messing about' with Ellen but to remember what I was supposed to be doing. Finally she was ready to leave. Just as she started her jeep, Ellen swung her car into our drive. She hopped out and ran over to Stephanie, who wound her window down to lean out. I couldn't hear what they said, but it can't have been much. In a minute Ellen was at the back door and I let her in. She gave me a big smile, hug and then a long lingering kiss. "Fuck your sister." She murmured when she broke the clinch, and then. "Let me look at you, you gorgeous thing." And I gave a little twirl. "Uh, she was right to warn me not to get carried away with you. She expects some progress by twelve and after all our time-wasting on Friday we'll have to work hard. Oh, I know it wasn't really wasted time, don't pout." She grabbed me by the hand and lead me into our sitting room. "Okay, lets see if you can remember. Sit." I did. She wasn't pleased, but a few more tries and she seemed happier. Then I sat again on different chairs, and then we moved on to kneeling, as if I'd dropped something and had to pick it up. She demonstrated. I copied. She corrected. I tried again. I improved, disimproved, got it wrong, became frustrated and then got it right again a hundred times, and then did it all again, and then forgot how to sit. By eleven forty-five we were both tense and irritable all over again and I was beginning to wonder if I liked this girl at all. "Aaaah. Don't just collapse into the chair, lower yourself you lovely great lump." She almost screamed at me. 'Lovely great lump.' sounded so stupid that I laughed, and then she laughed and then we couldn't stop. She was wearing a ribbed, stretchy tan cotton dress and suntan coloured pantyhose. Her hair was tied back again in a simple ponytail. As we laughed I determined that I would not lose this girl no matter what. She came over and, still laughing, sat sideways in my lap. She kissed me, and our giggling subsided. She moved her mouth round to my ear and breathed her warm breath into it, making me shiver. "I wanna fuck you baby." She whispered fiercely. I moaned. "We've no time. She'll be back soon." I said, burning with desire for her but determined not to get carried away. I tried to push her off and she went reluctantly, giving me a smouldering look under her lashes. "Okay, but you'd better get it right this time or you're going over my knees for a spanking you saucy little bitch." She threatened in her smokiest, sexiest voice. I gulped. I didn't know if she was serious. "Okay, now take this pen. Walk over to the armchair, drop it, pick it up, turn to me and then sit down." I closed my eyes, concentrated on all the things I had to remember to do and not to do, opened my eyes and cleared my mind and walked through my instructions perfectly. I heard clapping from the hallway. Steph was there, shopping bags by her feet. I curtsied and she threw something to me. I caught it. It was a packet of gum. "Don't break your concentration now." She sang out, and, laughing, picked up her bags and went into the kitchen. "Lunch is at half past. Only good girls invited." "That rules me out." Said Ellen beside me. "I don't feel like being good at all." "What is it with you two Ellen?" I asked. "Are you friends, did you fall out? Is there something I should know." Ellen became serious. "You should ask your sister." She said. "But no, we haven't fallen out. Just remember what you said about her yourself." "What did I say?" "That it's complicated. Now, lets try walking again. Walk away from me, and don't wiggle, let your ass wiggle itself." At half past twelve, Stephanie came in and examined my progress. I walked, sat, knelt and turned for her. She looked serious. "What do you think Ellen?" She asked, but before she could answer she added. "Bear in mind that this isn't a game. He has to pass, up close, in a small office." Ellen looked cross. "I know it's not a game. Don't treat me like a child. He's good, but he needs practice. I've concentrated him on this basic stuff because in the end there's no way to learn everything. There's a million things, going up stairs, down stairs, opening doors, Jesus, even writing is probably difficult, but if he can master the basics then he can, can..." "Extrapolate." Said Steph, nodding. "Yes, that's it, extrapolate." "Let's see how good you are at eating." Said Steph. "I presume you practiced eating at Ellen's the day before." "Yes he did." Said Ellen with a smile. Thankfully Steph had already turned to go back into the kitchen so she didn't see my expression. Ellen giggled at my discomfort as we followed my sister into the kitchen. She was a minx all right. Over lunch I extrapolated and copied as best I could. Stephanie appraised me coolly while Ellen showed me how to eat more daintily. "Really it's basic table manners you need to learn my lad." Said Stephanie. Ellen asked about the wedding. She wanted all the details. Steph refused to talk about it so I had to fill her in. Steph grunted while Ellen gushed girlishly over my recounting of the day. She was laying it on too thick to be sincere and I realised that she was teasing Stephanie a little by talking up the occasion. "So did Cherie look like an absolute Angel?" She asked me, batting her eyelids exaggeratedly. "She looked like the whore she is." Said Stephanie suddenly. I gaped. She'd never been quite so explicit before. "I'm sorry." Said Stephanie. "That was over the top. Let's stop talking about it please." "I'm sorry Steph." Said Ellen, moving her hand over Steph's as she spoke. Steph snatched her hand back and got up from the table to clear away her dishes. Ellen looked thoughtful for a moment. Steph put her dishes in the sink and then came over and stood behind Ellen, facing me. She put her hands on her shoulders and then reached down and kissed her on the cheek. Ellen reached up and put her hand over hers again. Steph put her head on Ellen's shoulder, cheek to cheek and they both looked at me. "So, do you love him?" She asked, while looking straight at me. "I think so." Replied Ellen with a soft smile. "You thought you loved me too once." Said Steph. "I do." Said Ellen quietly. "I know." Said Steph, even more quietly, and something sad seemed to pass between them. "Lets get back to it." Said Ellen breezily. "You're making wonderful progress Ken. Maybe you won't need to be spanked after all." Steph snorted. "He'd love that." She said. "There's no point offering it as a punishment. It'd have to be a reward." "Oh, I've already got his reward planned." Said Ellen, eyes twinkling. "Hmmm. That sounds more like yours than his." Said Steph. "Okay, off you go, I'll clean up here." We went back into the living room. Ellen glanced back at the kitchen to make sure Steph wasn't following and then put her arms around me and kissed me. "Let's extend our lunch break for ten minutes honey." She said. I was keen. We sat down on the sofa and cuddled for a minute. Ellen pulled back. "I want to talk to you seriously for a while." She said. "I realise this is strange, but I want you to know I really am in love with you, regardless of anything else. Do you understand?" "Sure Ellen. I feel the same." "Good, because, well, as you know, Steph and I have kind of always been together, you know? Even when we've had other boyfriends we've always been really close. It was always just between us, mostly, but now of course, you're her brother and well, it's all just got a bit complicated. Do you understand?" "No." I said. She sighed. "I suppose it isn't easy. You see, when I told Steph that I liked you she was kind of funny about it. She teased me, but there was more to it. Sisters are funny about brothers I think. I mean, I think she liked the idea of me getting together with you, but she's kind of jealous too. Of you because she feels protective of her little brother and she's always loved you in a different kind of way too, and also me, because, well, we've always loved each other, but then she can't be jealous of you because, hey, you're her brother and me, well I'm a girl and Stephanie is convinced she isn't a lesbian, even though she clearly is." "Wow. So..." Actually I didn't even know where to begin asking questions so I just closed my mouth again. "You see she loves us both but she thinks she can't have us, but she wants us to be together but she's jealous too." "Right..." "And I'm kind of jealous too, because she seemed far too keen to push us together, and I still love her so very much that it almost feels like rejection even though I want you." "Okay..." "So, she's a bit fucked up, as am I. You seem to be the only sane one here." "And I'm in a skirt." She smiled and then she became serious again. "Why does she hate Cherie so much?" She asked. I shook my head. "I don't really know. I think it's because she thinks she's just after my Dad for his money. She thinks she's a golddigger, but you know, our Mom was a golddigger too. She left us and took Dad to the cleaners. If Cherie makes Dad happy, surely that's his business." "Do you think she's jealous?" "Of my Dad? No! I mean, like, that's sick. No way." "Actually, I didn't mean that, but you know, you can be jealous and protective of someone's love without actually wanting them yourself sexually. It's pretty common with Fathers and Daughter, and Mothers and Sons." "I suppose, but I still don't see it." I said. "Well, she's been the woman of the house here for four years. It must seem like Cherie is just waltzing in to take her place. She's not that much older than Stephanie and as you say, Stephanie is really special. She wouldn't take kindly to that either." "My Dad said much the same thing." "Oh. So, do you think that's the reason?" She asked. "Actually no, but let's not worry about her. Let's worry about you for a while." "What's to worry about?" "How do you feel about Cherie?" "Eh, I don't know." I said, uncertainly. I wondered if she knew about the time Steph caught me in the bathroom. They seemed to share a lot of secrets. "You must think she's hot. Anyone would. I do." "Well, yes, I suppose so. She is going to be my stepmom though. So that makes it kind of weird. Actually she is my stepmom already now." "So I've no need to be jealous?" I laughed. The idea of her having anything to be jealous about was ridiculous. "And what about you?" She asked, fidgeting a little. "What about me?" "Are you going to be jealous?" "Of you. Well, I don't know. I suppose so, every guy in school wants you..." "Fuck every guy. I'm finished with guys except you." She gave me a pleading look. "Stephanie." I said. "Yes, I love her too. I'm not a lesbian, I don't think. I'm I don't know, a, a Carterian maybe. I love you but I can't say I don't want her too." A tear rolled down her face. "It's okay, it's okay. Jesus Ellen, don't get upset. How can I judge you when I love you so much. You confuse me all the time, but I'm not going to say anything if you love my sister. It's weird but I'm not going to stop loving you." I was trying to kiss away her tears but she kept hugging me, and crying more. It was a season for crying or something. Eventually she got her emotions under control again and we calmed down a bit. She wiped her tears and kissed me again. "This has been more than ten minutes." She said. "Quick, or she'll catch us." She laughed. Soon I was walking and talking. I chewed the gum too, and then Ellen fetched a stack of books for me to carry from one end of the room to the other while I recited a poem and chewed the gum. I got into the swing of things and the time went by quickly. By three o clock I felt confident. Ellen had got bored though and was beginning to act up. She was lying on her back on the sofa, her legs leaning against the back of it, looking at me upside down. "Oh Lord, I'm sick of this now." She said at last just as Stephanie walked in. "No staying power Purdue, that's your problem." She said, as she strode in and sat down on the sofa beside her upside-down friend. Ellen made no attempt to move. "Right. Let's see the monkey do his act." Said Stephanie. I bristled at this, but tried to stay calm and unruffled. The trick to all this I'd found was to get into the right frame of mind and the feminine gestures and poise came like second nature. "Just relax Ken." Said Ellen. "Don't let her put you off. Why don't you go over to the drinks cabinet there and fetch your sister a diet coke and then bring it back for her." I did so, and very well I thought so too. "Madam's diet coke." I said, leaning over a little to offer it to her. "Where should I put it down?" Asked Stephanie. "Fetch me a little table and a coaster, please." I fetched a little nested table and put it down beside her. Then I went back to the cabinet and got a coaster. As I crossed back to the sofa, Ellen said. "Mind you don't drop that honey." And, on cue, I let it slip from my fingers, then bent at the knee to pick it up again and brought it over to my sister. "Very good. You've both done well." Said Stephanie. "It all needs practice to make it second nature but you'll get there I'm sure. I am satisfied with your progress so far today and you may both take the rest of the day off." Ellen snorted derisively from her ridiculous position. "Madam speaks." She said sarcastically. "Yes, she does." Said Stephanie firmly. "And I won't have any cheek from you Purdue or you'll be the one getting the spanking rather than your pupil." "Promises, promises." Said Ellen quietly. There was a lengthy pause. "You always have to push it with me haven't you?" Said Steph, looking up at me with a strange light in her eyes. "How would you like to see how I spank your girlfriend Ken?" Asked Stephanie, her voice getting a little husky. My mouth was dry. I wasn't sure how I'd like that. Stephanie reached over and pushed her hand under Ellen's clinging dress, into her crotch. She moved her hand around, feeling her through her panties and pantyhose. She kept her eyes on me all the time. I could see Ellen close her eyes at Stephanie's touch. A tremor ran through her body. It was difficult to tell her expression, because she was upside down. "No need to ask Miss Purdue." Said Stephanie. She walked over to the windows and pulled the curtains shut. She closed the door into the corridor, even though we were alone there. She returned to the sofa and sat down again. She patted her lap with both hands. "Come on honey. Are you shy?" She asked, coyly. "Yes." Came the answer from Ellen. She still hadn't moved. "Don't want to be spanked in front of your new boyfriend, is that it?" There was a long pause. "Maybe." "Want a cuddle instead?" "No. Yes. Maybe" "Look Ellen, you're going to have to sit the right way up." Said Stephanie, exasperatedly. "Why?" Suddenly she dived on the younger girl, her hands snaking to her sides and under her arms. Ellen shrieked in surprise and delight. "Aaaaagh. Save me Ken" She yelled through her strangled laughter as Stephanie tickled her mercilessly. I dived over to the sofa, but instead of helping her, tickled her myself which reduced her to an even more helpless state. "Oh fuck, stop, stop! Stop it, you pitiless bastards!" Yelled Ellen at the top of her voice, and Steph and I stopped at the same time, and Ellen lay between us, gasping and swearing at us both. She tried to right herself by throwing her legs over me and twisting round, but Stephanie caught her shoulders in her arms and she ended up lying across us both, her head in Stephanie's lap. She reached up and gently pulled Stephanie to her and they kissed. A long slow languorous kiss that spoke of many previous, similar kisses stretching back over the years of their friendship. "When she released my sister she spoke. Her voice husky. "I think I'm ready for my spanking now Miss. Carter." She said. Steph looked at me and bit her lower lip. She was unsure now. I shrugged. Ellen lifted her legs and indicated that I should move closer. I scrunched over so that I was right beside my sister. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "You'll have to learn to do this, I suppose." She said. "I dread to think what she'd be like if she didn't get her spanking regularly." Ellen suddenly twisted around so that her head was on my thighs, and her ass on Steph's lap. She looked up at me. I reached down and kissed her. She caught hold of my hand. Steph had lifted her friends dress to reveal her buttocks. Encased in sheer nylon over her soft cream panties. "Ready, my love?" She asked, her palm resting on her lover's bottom. "Yes, Stephanie." Said Ellen quietly and I saw Steph's hand rise and then smack down on her lovely ass. I saw her buttocks and her thighs ripple with the impact, felt it through her body on my lap and felt her hand grip mine tighter for a fraction of a second. "Ooooooh." She said, clearly enjoying this enormously. It was tremendously erotic to me too, and I wondered where this would lead. I gripped her hand tighter as Stephanie spanked her again, and now the sound that broke from her was more of a moan. "Oh God. This is the best." She gasped. "Ah, please Stephanie." I looked to Stephanie with a little concern but she only smiled back. "She means more, not less." She said, her hand swirling over her girlfriends buttocks and the backs of her thighs, while her other held her dress hiked up in the small of her back. "Yes, please. Don't tease me, honey." Moaned Ellen again and Stephanie smacked her again making her wince in pleasure. I realised that it could not be actually painful for her. Stephanie's slaps were simply not hard enough, and through the pantyhose and panties it would be only a dull spank. But she loved it all the same. I stroked her face and her hair with my other hand. "I love you Ken." She said suddenly. Steph spanked her again. She pursed her lips together with the pleasure of it. "I love Steph too." Steph looked to me, still spanking, faster now. She rolled her eyes upwards. I felt my stomach flip. "What a doofus." She whispered in my ear. Ellen was too lost in her own pleasure to hear. "Fuck." I said, with relief. "I thought you meant that we should go upstairs." "Oh yes!" shouted Ellen. "Now!" And before either of us could stop her she'd scrambled to her feet and was pulling us both up by the arms. "No way!" Said Stephanie. "We're brother - sister here remember." "Oh don't be such fucking minnie." Said Ellen in a voice I hadn't heard before. "You knew what you started when you started spanking me, you know how it gets me. Fuck it, you knew what you were starting when you put the two of us together. Now get upstairs with me now, and stop pretending you don't want to. Nobody says you have to fuck him. That's my job anyway." And so, we went upstairs, the three of us. I tried not to catch Steph's eye as Ellen, panting, dragged her Carters up the stairs behind her, but I could hear her humming some sort of tune. 'Diddle ing ding ding ding ing ding ding. Diddle ing ding ding ding ing ding ding.' She went. It was only as we entered my bedroom and I realised what it was, that I turned to her. "Shut up your Deliverance music Steph. Nobody's making you do this." Ellen threw herself onto the bed and began to strip off her dress. "No, you're right. Nobody but me." Said Steph and she put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. "We'll stop short, right?" She said. "Right." I replied, but I wondered if this was 'right'. I knew that what we were heading towards was utterly taboo, but I was prepared to put that aside. I wanted to be with Ellen and Stephanie, to share what they had, and to be part of their love for each other. They seemed so careless with each other, so casually physical. Always they had been like that, playing like cats in the garden, squealing, rolling over each other, play fighting, then, later, attending to each other's hair, makeup. They had always borrowed each other's clothes. I remembered my Mother exasperatedly trying to separate what was Ellen's and what was Stephanie's after a wash and finally giving up. I'd never been part of their friendship till now. I kissed Stephanie back. Her mouth was soft and wet. I could taste the apple she must have been eating earlier. I felt her hands move to the hair at the back of my head and grip it tightly. She pressed herself against me. I wrapped my arms around her. I was away re of a coughing sound. "Ahem, ahem. Aren't you two supposed to be paying attention to me? Me! Me!" Said Ellen. She was kneeling on Steph's bed in her bra and pantyhose. We broke our kiss and both turned to her, our arms still around each other. Ellen put her head on one side. She smiled. "Actually, I kind of like that." She said. "The two people I love most in the world, kissing. It's actually really sweet." I let go of Stephanie and crawled onto the bed beside Ellen. Steph joined us on the other side. I pulled Ellen to me and held her for a moment. "I don't want to me a minnie either, but are you sure about this too?" I asked In reply. Ellen broke away from me, and keeping an eye on me, pulled Steph on top of her, and kissed her too. Steph's hair fell over them both as she kissed her and I saw Steph's hands snake around her girlfriend, pulling her to herself, crushing their breasts together. I heard Ellen moan softly. They broke their kiss slightly, their lips still together. "I love you Ellen you know that?" Whispered Stephanie softly, kissing her on her cheeks, her forehead as she did so. "Oh yes, honey. I've always known." Said Ellen, throwing her arms around her friend, and gripping her tightly between her spread legs from beneath her. "Why don't you take off my jeans Ken?" Said Steph, and then they were kissing again. I scooted down to the end of the bed, and unbuckled Steph's shoes. As soon as I had the buckle off she kicked her leg and the shoe flew across the room. I quickly undid the strap on the other, and in a moment it was gone too. I reached up, past Ellen's knees, clenched around my sister's thighs and reached around her, wriggling my hands between their soft midriffs until I found Steph's jeans top button. Ellen giggled as I got to grips with it, and then Steph lifted herself slightly. The button popped, I unzipped her jeans and, scooting back down again, I pulled them from the legs, downwards and off, leaving her in her ankle socks and panties, still on top of Ellen, her legs bare. While I was down there, I undid my Ellen's strappy sandals too, and put them on the floor. Her legs we now between Stephanie's and I put my hands on her thighs, massaging upwards and upwards. Suddenly Steph rolled off her. "Now you." She said and Ellen pulled me to her. I found myself lying on top of her as Steph had been and now Steph was undressing me. Ellen was much more excited. Our tongues swirled together and I felt her hands all over me. She pressed her crotch against me, looking for purchase. The stretchy fabric of her dress had rolled up her thighs and as Steph pulled off my blouse she took the opportunity to pull it off altogether. "Phew." She said as she cast it aside. "I'm too hot." She was panting. For a couple of seconds the three of us regarded each other, sitting on the bed. Ellen was just wearing her flesh-coloured pantyhose over her skimpy white thong. Her heaving breasts were only just covered by a little white cami top, her nipples making hard, pink peaks in the silky fabric. Steph was just wearing a pair of white cotton panties and her little ankle socks. Her breasts hung free. I was down to a pair of red nylon panties that unsuccessfully tried to contain my straining hard-on. Ellen grinned at us both. "More spanking." She said suddenly and moved liquidly over my knees. I looked at Stephanie in surprise. She just smiled softly at me and reached over. She caressed the back of Ellen's thighs through her nylons as she wriggled into position on my lap. "Mmmmm." I can feel your cock pressing into my side." Said Ellen. "You like this don't you?" She asked. I gave a short laugh at the absurd obviousness of the question. "Come on. Warm her up a bit more." Said Stephanie. She seemed flushed. I'd never really seen her like this before. 'At least not with her knowledge' I thought to myself. Ellen was over my lap, her delicious buttocks under my palm. The shape of the soft curve of them was heightened by the trace of a sheen from the Lycra in her pantyhose. The strip of fabric of her thong was pressed between her buttocks. I was nervous about this. "I know you're unsure, and I love you for it." Said Ellen very quietly. "But I want you to." I spanked her, maybe a little softer than Stephanie had done. She squealed in delight. I spanked her again. Stephanie swished her palms over Ellen's ass as I lifted my hand to spank again and Steph. kissed me ever so slightly on the lips. I spanked. Ellen gasped and then moaned though her clenched teeth as my sister caressed her. "Fuck." She gasped. "Please do me harder." I glanced at Steph. She shrugged and smiled. I spanked a little harder, enough to make Ellen's ass cheeks bounce and Stephanie clawed her fingers, digging into her girlfriend's soft flesh with her fingertips as she raked her hands over her thighs and buttocks. "Oh Jesus. Fuck Yes. Please more." She grunted and I slapped harder. Stephanie grinned and she raked her hands all the way from the back of Ellen's calves, over her thighs, ploughing ten furrows over her buttocks and then on to her back. She gripped Ellen's cami top and pulled it over her head, I slapped again and Stephanie used one hand to massage Ellen's buttocks while the other snaked underneath her friend and Ellen gasped louder as she felt her hand on her breast, kneading, caressing. "Is this what you want darling?" Asked Stephanie in a fierce whisper. "Are we making you feel good." "Oh Yes. Oooooh Yes." Moaned Ellen. "That's good, that's good." Cooed Stephanie. All the while I spanked and she massaged as Ellen writhed between us. "Would you like to get onto your back?" Asked Steph. "No. You." Said Ellen. But Stephanie refused. "No. Let us work on you together Ellen." She said. "Here, flip over." I let go of Ellen, and in one fluid movement, Stephanie rolled Ellen onto her back, thrust a pillow under the small of her back and whipped off her pantyhose and thong. Ellen sprawled, her legs thrown apart, exposing her dripping sex. Steph. grinned at me. "Well?" She said. "Do you want me to get a chocolate bar?" I gulped, but I had no time to hesitate. Ellen moaned impatiently. "Oh please, Kenny. I need you so bad." And I dived my mouth to her delicious lips, sucking her clit between my teeth and driving my tongue into her, lapping and slurping at her wetness. Immediately she began to build to orgasm. Her soft thighs clamped tight on my head as I bobbed and lapped ad then just as suddenly flew apart again as she lifted her buttocks off the pillow and ground herself against me. "Aaaah. Uh. Uh. Uuuuunnnghh." She writhed and then began rocking up and down increasing the pressure and the speed of the movement of my tongue, hard against the nub of her clit as she climbed further. I glanced upward. Steph was swirling her tongue over one nipple and then the other, tweaking and twisting with her fingertips. Ellen seemed to be totally lost, her arms alternately pulling my sister to her and then trying to get away from the wonderful sensation of her mouth on her aching nipples. "Ffffft. Oh fuck. I love you Ken. I love you Steph. Oh please let me come. Oh please." And she began to reach her peak. Huffing her breath trough her teeth as we brought her over the edge and onto the plateau of her orgasm. "Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh Oh Jesus, Motherfucking Christ. Yes! Oh Yes. Aaaaahhh." She came, one hand on the back of my head pressing me to her pussy, the other crushing Stephanie to her breast. I slowed my movement against her and finally kissed her dripping pussy, and clambered up to kiss her lips. Stephanie rolled away from her and took my head in her hands. She kissed me on the lips. "I love you too Ken." She whispered. Ellen held the two of us in her arms as tight as she could for a moment and then, closing her eyes, proceeded to wriggle under the covers. "I know I should return the favour for both of you, but I just feel so very tired and so very happy. I just want to get a half an hour's nap and then I'll be right as rain again." She wriggled into a ball in the bed and was asleep within seconds. Stephanie caught my eye. "Guilty?" She whispered. "No." I whispered back. "I don't see anything wrong as long as we're careful." "You do realise that nobody else would see it that way, don't you." She said, glancing at Ellen, who was definitely asleep now. "Yes." I replied. "Steph. are you trying to warn me to keep this a secret. I'm not that stupid." Stephanie made a 'harrumph' noise and started to disentangle herself from Ellen and myself. "Don't forget you've still got some chores to do around the house today." She said. "Maybe now would be a good time, while the little Princess here is getting her beauty sleep." Ellen shifted slightly on the bed. I got up and threw Steph's coverlet over her and she curled up in the middle. I grabbed my clothes and quietly followed Steph out of the bedroom. Part Eight Our Dad had left a list of chores for us. When he'd handed them over, Stephanie had bristled a little, since she did a lot of the work around the house day-to-day anyway without any instruction from Dad. But she'd relented. "Let him pretend he's in charge, just while he's away" She'd said to me. Referring to his list, I saw that, hat day, I was supposed to have cut the lawns around the house. I'd left it a bit too late to get it all done today, but I reckoned I could at least get the rear of the house cut and raked. I put my girl's clothes on my bed and changed into a pair of old jeans and sneakers. I threw on a sweater and went into the bathroom. I washed off my makeup. My male face looked strange to me in the mirror. I sighed, my hands in the soapy water, discoloured with traces of makeup. What was I doing to myself? Would I end up regretting this? I loved being feminine with Ellen and Steph. I loved to be loved. I realised that in the years since Mom had left I had been getting lonelier and lonelier, more inward-looking, and introspective. It hadn't been healthy. Now, I felt great, but I was very confused. Could I go back and behave fully like a man, or even a teenage boy? Whatever I did, I knew I wanted Ellen, and I would do whatever it took to keep her happy. And Stephanie. I closed my eyes. I had to trust her, and trust that she knew what she was doing. I pulled the plug and went downstairs. Steph was still in the shower. I put on a pot of coffee and went into the garage to check on the lawnmower. It was okay, and started first time. I turned it off, opened the garage doors and went back inside to have a mug of coffee before starting the mowing. Steph was standing in the kitchen in her dressing gown, her wet hair over her shoulders. As soon as she saw me her mouth twisted into a hard line. She walked straight over to me and slapped me full in the face with her open hand. It hurt like hell. "What the fuck?" I screamed as the pain rushed to my cheek, burning and throbbing horribly. "You dickhead!" Shouted Steph. "What the fuck did I tell you this morning? You are visible from the gate when you are in the garage!" She was referring to my hair, still blond and in a feminine style. I hadn't bothered to put my wig back on. It was uncomfortable and too hot. I had reasoned that no-one would see me at the rear of the house and I would be able to get away with not wearing it. I tried to explain some of this to Steph but she wouldn't let me get a word out. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the floor-length mirror in the hallway. She forced me to look at myself in the mirror. "What do you see? What do you see?" She demanded, through gritted teeth. I looked at myself. I was angry. My hair, while softly feminine close-up like this, could easily be taken for a modern men's style from a distance. I was about to point this out when I realised what she meant. "Yes. You idiot. Your eyebrows give you away. Even from a distance you look like a girl with a man's body. You can't take chances with this Ken. With the lawnmower engine running you would not be able to hear someone approaching. A neighbour, Uncle Ken, anyone might call, hear the mower, and walk around the house to find you. They would be on top of you before you heard them and there would be nowhere to hide. What happened to your eyebrows Ken? What have you done to your hair?" I hung my head. She was right. It could have happened. I could argue that I'd only started the mower, and that I was going to return to the house and fix my hair, but it would be pointless to lie. I was taking chances with my hair and I'd totally forgotten about the eyebrows. "I'm sorry Steph. I'll try to concentrate... but.." "But what?" She demanded angrily. "I'm, I'm." I stopped. "I'm just sorry. I will do better. I won't take chances." Steph grew kinder. She gave me a little smile in the mirror. "I know you will. Look, Ken, this is for your own good. I don't want you to be bullied, teased or worse, for people to think you're mixed up. You need to be careful." "I will be." I said firmly, and went back upstairs. Half an hour later, wig and eyebrows in place, I was working up a sweat behind the mower. We had a large rear garden, with nearly a third of an acre behind a high stone wall, mostly lawn. Grass-cutting was a constant Summer chore. I had put on the grass hopper and had to stop every three minutes to empty it in the compost heap. Soon, I discarded my sweater, leaving just a white tee. The sun was still warm, even as the afternoon began to fade into early evening. As I paused the growling machine I thought of Ellen. She was wonderful. I wondered if we could stay together when we returned to school at the end of the Summer. Would she want people to know that she was going out with someone as geeky and socially inept as me? I didn't really care what anyone else thought, but I didn't want anyone to think less of her. I wondered what I might do to make myself a better boyfriend. Get new clothes for one thing. I supposed. Maybe Steph could help? I was so deep in thought about this that I was surprised to suddenly notice that Steph and Ellen had emerged and were setting up deckchairs on the rear patio. I hadn't seen them come out of the house as I'd been at the compost heap. They waved to me. They'd put on swimsuits and seemed to be intending to sunbathe a little. They both had put on straw hats and sunglasses. Ellen unfolded a little table and Steph returned to the house, re-emerging with a tray with glasses and iced tea. I grinned at them. This was like old times when they had played together in the garden as young girls. They lay out on the deckchairs, angling themselves at the sun, now past it's peak but still warm. I resolved to finish the grass cutting before joining them. As I mowed, I cast glances at their lovely forms, gleaming with oil, motionless and elegant. Ellen had borrowed an old one-piece of Steph's that I remembered from years before. It was black, shiny, nylon material, with white piping along the bust line and down the seams. It had featured in fantasies of mine before. It fitted her perfectly, framing her perfectly proportioned body and accentuating her soft curves. I imagined what she would feel like, pressed against me while wearing it. I was so distracted. I almost ran over my toes with the mower. Concentrate Ken! I thought to myself. I tried to stop glancing at the sunbathing beauties and finish the job. An hour later, as the sun's colour was changing to a deep orange I pushed the mower with the final load of clippings to the compost heap at the rear of the garden. I left it running and fetched a garden fork to spread the grass cuttings evenly so they would rot down more quickly. It was hard work, but I wanted to do the job properly and it was satisfying to get it finished. As I stepped back to admire my work I realised Ellen had come up behind me. I started. I hadn't heard her approach over the noise from the mower. She grinned at me. "Mmm. Sweaty man." She said and ran her hands over my tee shirt. She reached around my neck with her warm, bare arms and stood on tiptoes to kiss me. Her tongue probed into my mouth and I put my arms around her, pressing against the small of her back, feeling the smooth fabric of the swimsuit against her warm body. "Aaaah. It's like having two lovers in one." She whispered as she broke the kiss. "A sweet blond girlfriend and a beautiful boy toy too." Her tongue explored my mouth again and I felt her fingers snake down to my crotch. She felt me flinch. "Don't worry baby. Steph's gone back inside and we're hidden here." She said. It was true, the raspberry canes on one side and the pear trees on another screened us from the rest of the garden, even if anyone else had been there to see us. "I wanted to give you a taste of what's in store when I really get a chance to say thank-you for this afternoon, lover." Said Ellen with a grin, and suddenly, incredibly, this unspeakably beautiful girl went down on her knees in the soft grass in front of me and - as if this kind of thing happened every day, she was unzipping my fly to release my unfolding, startled, erection from it's denim prison. In one smooth movement her pink lips had swallowed my cock and she was coating me with her saliva in preparation for a blow job. "Oh Ellen no." I groaned. She released me. She frowned. "No? Why 'No'?" She asked, puzzled. "It seemed like you didn't want me to the other day too. Don't you like it?" I didn't know how to explain. I knew what it was that unsettled me but this wasn't the time or place to explain. But Ellen was still kneeling in front of me, my cock in her hand, the beginnings of a hurt expression beginning to coalesce around her frown. I hunkered down in front of her. She was surprised, but didn't let go of my erection. She wasn't about to give up. "I'm sorry Ellen. I love you. I love what you did for me the other day. It's just that kneeling there, it's like you're serving me, and I don't want that. In my head, I know you want to, but my heart says that you're being subservient, that it's somehow disrespectful for me to let you." I was making no sense. Now that I heard my own confused thought processes, I wasn't sure I knew what I meant at all myself. I tried to continue explaining but still didn't make much sense. Ellen just gazed at me pityingly. When I stopped babbling she put one hand on my cheek. "Poor Ken. You need to learn something, but it's hard for you. Believe me when I tell you that this is something you need to change in yourself. You're right, it is subservient. This is something that I give to you, and it is your duty and your privilege to accept it. The only disrespectful thing you do is to try to refuse the gift that I'm giving you. Now stand back up there and concentrate on enjoying this thing that I am going to do for you. Don't you dare break eye contact with me while I suck you off. You need to understand and learn how to accept a gift from your lover." She paused and waited. I stood up. I didn't dare argue with her. She gave me a little reassuring smile, and then, as if it was the most natural, everyday thing in the world, this impossibly beautiful girl opened her perfect lips and sucked my cock into her mouth. She coated me with her saliva and then, staring up at me with her beautiful brown eyes, slid her soft, warm mouth down over my cock, squeezing the tip between her tongue and lips at the top of her stroke and then diving down again to swallow me into her throat. My heart pounded in my chest like a car suddenly given far too much throttle. My breath contracted in my ribcage and every nerve in my body suddenly seemed to do a double-take as my whole being suddenly was consumed by the overwhelming signals of overloading pleasure pouring from my cock like a wall of solid noise. 'Hello!' the signals said, with every knob turned up beyond full volume. 'Ellen Purdue is sucking your cock! Again!' I was beyond blown away. Looking down, I could see past her face, to the tops of the soft mounds of her breasts, shaped and accented by the underwired swimsuit. As a distraction from the terrible wall of pleasure engulfing me, Ellen's breasts left a lot to be desired, but at least they were a distraction. Damn! I was not supposed to break eye contact. I looked back into her eyes just as Ellen released me from her mouth and smiled up at me, pumping my now slippery cock with one hand. "Concentrate now. No holding back. When you start to come, just enjoy it, let it come without trying to stop yourself. Just spurt all your come into my mouth and down my throat." And all too quickly she slipped me back into her mouth, renewing her sucking and bobbing with even more vigour. I would last another five seconds precisely. I steeled myself. Five. I gazed into her eyes as she looked up at me. Four. She pursed her lips as had together as she could as she drew them over the end on her upward motion and then, rasped her tongue hard on the underside of my cock, just at the tip. Three and Two went past simultaneously. Then she dove down again, and my orgasm began. One. Churning upwards from somewhere inside me just as she raised her head again and, pulling her mouth to the top of my cock, took the first blast of my come into her mouth. Zero. And then, bringing up both hands, she pumped me into her mouth, once, twice, three times, four. Each wrenching spasm sending my seed into her mouth. A fifth and final wrench finished me, and she tilted back her head, to show me her throat bob as she swallowed down my come. She grinned at me, still kneeling on the grass. She was incredibly pretty, the swimsuit showed off her young body like a model's on a magazine cover, and somehow, she made this most slutty of poses seem like that of an angel. She had the same inner grace as Steph, but she expressed it differently. With a shock of realisation it was suddenly clear to me just how powerful a grip she had on my heart. This wasn't a silly infatuation. If she ever cast me aside I would be utterly broken. I was in love. Totally. "Don't you just love me?" Beamed Ellen. I could only nod. Ellen stood and we kissed. I tasted the faint musty flavour of my own come from her lips, but, true to her word she'd swallowed it all down. "I love you too." She whispered. "But I've got to go soon. I have chores of my own and I don't want my Mom on my case." "Actually, she was asking about you." She added with a smile. "She likes you. She thinks you're the right sort of boy for me to go out with, rather than those nasty jocks I used to bring home." This last bit was added with a teasing smile. I didn't know what to make of this. Ellen's Mom was old enough to be my Mom, but very glamorous, and very likely wank-fantasy material. I fought that thought away, but I knew it would be back. "I'll be back tomorrow for another lesson. Don't get lonely now." She said, and after a quick peck on my cheek she turned and returned to the house, leaving me to get myself together in the garden. By the time I'd cleared up and gone back inside, Ellen was gone. I had a shower, folded and put away my clothes and brought down the laundry basket. Steph had been shopping and was putting things away in the kitchen. "Ah good." She said when she saw what I was carrying. "Put a load of delicates on and take out the stuff that needs handwashing. I'm going to make us something to eat." I dragged the basket into the laundry room and got busy. Despite everything, handling Steph's underwear as I separated the soft panties out, could still give me a thrill. Later, we ate in a friendly silence. I was tired, and Steph seemed to be considering something. She had a particular way of pursing her lips when she was turning something over in her mind. I didn't disturb her, but as I was clearing the dishes away she suddenly broke her silence. "What do you think caused Mom and Dad to split up?" She asked. I was going to shrug and make some sort of "Dunno." type answer, but something about Steph's tone made me pause. She had warned me that I needed to 'Shape up.' and 'Concentrate'. Was this some sort of a test? I thought. I found it hard. It was easier to let things just happen, rather than trying to analyse them all the time. That's what Steph did, and that's why she found herself arguing with everybody - in conflict with people all the time. Still, she wanted me to consider things more and she had done so much for me recently. I wanted to please her, make her proud of me. I thought hard. I thought of how it had been when we were very little. The good times. Then the beginnings of realisation that things could be bad between Mom and Dad. Then the very bad times. Then the end. I knew the obvious, trite things that people say. 'Growing apart.' 'Wanting different things.' 'Needing time apart.' In the end though, Mom had left. The different thing she'd wanted was James Hughes, who she'd had an affair with, run off with, and eventually married. "I think, really, at the end of it, Mom just didn't love Dad. That she never really did, and that she just wanted someone else." Steph turned to me, still sitting in her kitchen chair. I was drying dishes near the sink.. "Is that what you really think?" She was simply asking, her voice neutral, not betraying how she felt about my answer, whether she agreed or disagreed. It struck me that we'd never talked about this. "I suppose so. I know things were bad beforehand, but I think she was actually having the affair even when things were pretty good. I think it was actually going on for quite a while." Steph nodded, and raised her eyebrows at the same time. She seemed to agree with that anyway. She spoke. "Actually. It wasn't that the affair had been going on longer than is generally accepted, chez Carter, but that there were other affairs. The only difference about the one with Jim Hughes was that it was the last one. Mom was actually seeing lots of different men, and for as long as she was married to Dad." This was an astonishing thing for Steph to say. My first reaction was disbelief. This just couldn't have been the case, and even if it were, how would Steph know this? No. I shook my head. "Yes, Ken." Said Steph, her lips pressed together. She betrayed no emotion about what she was saying. "Yes. Mom had a series of affairs with other men before Jim. Some just a couple of times, some for six months or more." She said, in a deliberate tone. I was still shaking my head. Steph seemed to have been prepared for this resistance. She spoke again. "Her Dancing Partners." It was true. It struck me like cold water dousing my body. Time stopped as I recalled. I had forgotten the Dancing Partners. Mom was a keen ballroom dancer. More than keen, she was semi-professional. She attended competitions all over the country and practiced twice a week. She had a collection of fabulous ballgowns and outfits. She attended every big event. It was her life. Dad didn't dance. He never danced. He didn't go to the competitions. He was just quietly supportive, from the background. So, Mom danced with dancing partners. She'd never had a particular one, but they came and went in series, some lasting longer than others. They would call for her in their tuxedoes and she'd sweep down the stairs in some glittering outfit, revealing a lot of leg, and after giving Dad a chaste peck on the cheek, her chisel-jawed partner would whirl her out of the door and off into the night, leaving only a trace of her perfume behind. Often, the competitions would be late in the evening, in a town across the country, necessitating an overnight hotel stay. "All of them?" I asked. "Of course. You don't think she was really interested in them as actual dancing partners do you?" Steph sighed. "She wasn't even that good a dancer, and lots of the men she went out with were absolutely terrible. I wonder that she had the nerve to keep on entering competitions. No, they were chosen for different skills. Didn't you ever wonder about the fact that she only ever went to competitions where she would have to stay overnight? Or that she never seemed to win any prizes? " I was stunned,, but still, it made sense. It fitted. I knew that she was right. I remembered all the events, all those rock-jawed men. All those dresses. But wait! "But hang on a second Steph." I said, suddenly pouncing on a flaw. "If that were true then Dad must have known. There's no way he could have not realised if it was going on all the time, right under his nose." I trailed off. Steph was just nodding. Her mouth a thin line. "That's right Ken. He must have known." I looked at her in astonishment. There was no answer to that. My world -had it not been turned upside down already - would have been now. As it was, it was knocked sideways. Steph stood, and took the dish and cloth from my hands. "You go upstairs and change into your clothes." She said. "Then come back down here, and I'll give you another makeup lesson and I'll tell you what you need to do when you start your job." I paused. I was going to say something, but I couldn't imagine what that might be. I went upstairs. All that evening, I sat downstairs at the kitchen table as Steph showed me again, and in detail, how to apply my makeup. She explained how to blend the colours, how to alter the tone of my skin and how to hide blemishes and imperfections. I wore a tissue bib to save my navy blouse and my cream skirt over tan pantyhose. I loved my clothes. I loved the feel of the skirt lining moving over my nylon-covered thighs as I shifted in my chair to get a better view of my face in the mirror, as I practiced with the foundation, powder and pencils. Steph's calm voice soothed me, relaxed me. I could understand why women paid so much attention to their appearance. The act of making oneself beautiful was therapeutic in itself, just as important but separate to the end itself. We didn't talk about what she'd told me about my Mom and Dad, but as I took my turn to apply the makeup, she told me what she wanted me to do at the Davies Offices. It seemed that a dozen or more independent lawyers shared an office there. Simon Field was one of those. In the shared office were two receptionists, a senior office assistant and one office junior. I was to be the junior. I would have duties like coffee-making, some typing, filing, that kind of thing. I would not have much contact with the lawyers or their customers. However, I would have access to their offices. I was to somehow get a copy of any details of his clients. Names and addresses, case histories, whatever. I was not to take risks. I would be there only a few days so I would have to take my opportunities as they arose. I didn't ask what the ultimate purpose of all this was, or how Steph knew about this lawyer or anything else. I just listened, letting my sister take charge as she helped me to transform myself from the boy I used to be, into the secret woman that I was becoming. Part Nine During these hectic days I'd hardly thought about what Stephanie was proposing that I do. Everything was hurtling along, and while nothing was being forced on me, I had no chance to come to terms with what had just happened before some new experience was presented. Only a few days ago I was a relatively normal, if introverted, sulky and unhappy teenager. Then suddenly I find myself masturbating in front of my sister. From then on I'd been whirled between her and Ellen, dressed up and presented with new temptations, new experiences, new knowledge, not all of it welcome or easy but all of it ultimately wonderful and rewarding. I knew a few things for certain. I loved dressing in beautiful clothes. I loved to feel feminine and pretty. I loved Ellen Purdue. I loved Stephanie. Everything else was open to debate. Only one thing