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The Sissy Bride: Caught Peeking
By Janice337
Part V - Confessions
Christmas preparations went as mother had planned. Aunts
and Grandmothers phoned to talk with Mother about what to
bring and who was in charge of what. In our family, women
ran the households, while the men took care of "bringing
home the bacon". In retrospect, I think that's what the
Virility laws were all about. They were about putting
everyone "back in their rightful place".
I never got that involved with the discussions between the
men in our family. It was much more interesting to me and
Paul, as well as our friends, to talk about computer games
and television and things going on at school. We never
talked much about sports or hunting or things at where our
dads worked.
It was Christmas Eve, and Paula and I finally got a chance
to sit down and talk about what had happened to her. The
changes had happened so fast, that I think she didn't have
enough time to adjust going from "Paul" to "Paula". She and
I sat in my room, drinking hot chocolate.
"Jason Rovelle, too?" Paula exclaimed.
"Yeah, he's the third one this year to be recommended for
the treatment. He's not even going to graduate." I told
her.
"It's hard to believe. I thought I would be the only one."
She said.
"Nope. You were only the first one from our town. I guess
lots of young guys are being taken away to be turned into
women."
"Richard, I think Mom is going to have it done to you,
too." She said.
I paused for a minute, gathering my thoughts. My
perversions of the last two days hung in my mind.
"You're turning red." She said, smiling.
"No I'm not. Look, Paul, er... Paula. I don't get why
Mom... why so many people are doing this?"
"Can I show you something without grossing you out?" She
asked.
"Okay... I guess." I said.
She stood up and opened her bathrobe, revealing a white
lace teddy. Her full breasts pushed the delicate fabric out
in a way that fascinated me. She had to be at least a "C"
cup. As she turned to put her robe on the bed, I could see
that her nipples were getting erect.
"Here... reach down here and open the snaps." She said,
smiling, pointing to her crotch.
To this day, I have no idea why I did what she was telling
me to do. For a young woman who was traumatized by her
transformation, and for whom the wedding bed was still
something that made her nervous, she was acting rather
weirdly. My theory was that she was just acting according
to her hormones. I suspect that she was ovulating and it
was a "turn on" to tease me like that. If only the old Paul
could have seen himself at that point.
I reached down between those silky white thighs as she
stood in front of me. My fingers could feel the heat of her
sex as my fingers delicately touched the lace fabric,
looking for the closure.
My fingers found a seam where the front and back of the
snap-crotch came together.
"Go ahead, Richard. Open it." She said.
Her hands were over her mouth with a kind of hidden
delight. It was a charming feminine posture that I'd never
seen Paul do. My cock began to strain in my underwear. It
wasn't that I wanted to fuck my own sister (and former
brother) it was the taboo of it that was giving me a
stiffy.
Now that I think of it, I think that's what she was getting
off on too.
I pressed my fingers against that delicate softness and
pulled on the seam. There were two delicate "pops" and the
crotch came open. I could smell her.
She lifted up the front part and showed me the delicate
triangle of hair between her legs. There was an open space
where her thighs came together - a kind of emptiness where
her pussy lips were hidden.
"This is what I am now." She said quietly. "I'm a fuck-toy
for Tom. His docile little housewife." She was suddenly
serious. Her dark eyes flashed at me as though she were
trying to put thoughts into my head.
"Paula. Please cover yourself up. If Tom or Mother caught
us..."
"It's what YOU are going to get between your legs if you
don't please Mom and Dad!" She exclaimed. I knew she was
fighting back tears, but she never took her eyes off of me.
"I knew you were watching Tom and I the other day." She
said.
"I'm... I... Paula..." I stammered.
"It's okay." She said. "Tom takes excellent care of me in
bed. He's all I can think about anymore. I can understand
your fascination." She continued. "They want all of the
strong people in charge, 'Richie', they want all of the
weak people under the strong; people like me; people like
you."
I was a little scared by what she was saying. My hands were
pressed tightly over my crotch, as though trying to
suppress my erection would protect it too.
"I want to show you something else." She said. She quickly
looked over her shoulder and went to shut my bedroom door.
"If this doesn't convince you, Richard, then nothing will."
She came back to kneel on the edge of my bed, much the same
as she did when I first saw Tom take her.
Her butt was only a couple of feet from my face and I was
biting my lip, holding my crotch protectively, nervously as
she flipped up the end of her nightie and spread her cheeks
for me.
"The first year of a sissy marriage, is about obedience,
Richard." She sounded like she was quoting something from
her training.
She was showing me her anus, which was an angry red color,
it was wet, and at least three inches wide.
I gasped.
"That's right, dear brother. This is what a man's cock will
do to your butt-hole."
I gasped again, turning away. I felt my semen rushing up my
cock to make a wet-stain on the front of my shorts.
"Ohhhgoddd..." I muttered.
"They change you, Richard." She got up on all fours, still
reaching back to keep her cheeks spread, letting me see
what they had done to her. She looked back at me. "They
make you want it back there. They make you think about
nothing but your butt-hole for months leading up to your
wedding."
"Nooo..." I said.
"They make you think that your anus is a sex-organ. That's
what that blinking device was I wore between my cheeks. It
was a butt-plug, Richard."
"What... why..." I stammered.
"They want you to think of your ass as a 'pussy'." She
said, matter-of-factly. "The plug is only four inches long,
but it locked in place, and Mom had the key. It has a
tracking device on it too, so that they always knew where I
was."
"Please... Paula..." I stammered again.
"'Please?' Richard? That's the whole idea, honey. They want
us to 'please' them. After he had fucked me JUST ONCE, I
couldn't even think about disobeying him. There's something
about having a knot of a man's semen inside of you that
makes you unable to think straight."
I rushed to the bathroom and bent over the sink, feeling
like I was going to throw up. My cock was, strangely
enough, starting to get hard again. Paula came in and got a
cool washcloth to wipe my face with. I sat on the hamper
and got my composure back as she snapped the crotch of her
teddy closed.
"Don't be too upset, Richard, honey." My former brother
said sweetly. "You know Mom and Dad. Just don't give them
any reason - anything they can react to, and you'll be
okay."
I nodded. It was true.
"Do you see this?" She arched her back a little. I could
see what had to be her clitoris - erect underneath the
cotton and lace of her teddy. "This is all that's left of
my little cock." She said, teasing.
I squeezed my eyes shut, saying nothing.
"I have to get ready for bed, now." She said, smiling.
I saw her go into her darkened bedroom for a moment and
come back in as I was getting up to leave.
She left the black lace bra and panty set on top of the
hamper with a little smile, and turning, she left the
bathroom door open just a little.
Part VI - Caught in the Act
Christmas Day was the usual chaos of relatives and food and
presents and little cousins running around and lots of
laughter and conversation.
Mom was more than pleased to show off Paula to the rest of
the family, who all nodded with approval. There were
several insinuations that Tom and Paula's marriage was
going to be a "fruitful" one soon.
Once I'd gotten to eat, and I'd gotten my loot, I retreated
upstairs to load my new software (a gift) into my computer.
It was just a little while later that I heard Tom's voice
in the adjoining bedroom.
"You want to argue with me in front of the family, hm?" He
said sternly. I heard the bedroom door shut.
"You had no right to say what you did." Said Paula. I could
hear the fear in her voice.
"You have no right to get smart with your husband, let
alone in the company of others!" I heard the clink of a
belt-buckle and the sound of leather being drawn through
belt-loops.
"Noooo..." Moaned Paula.
I caught myself. He was going to beat her! I began to
wonder what I should do. There was no way I could stand up
to Tom...
*Swat!*
Went his belt. I heard Paula yelp.
*Swat!*
Again, I heard her cry out softly. She didn't want anyone
else to hear. I snuck through the bathroom to see what was
going on.
He had bent her over the edge of their bed, and was,
apparently, not exactly beating her. He did, however, have
his belt looped in his hand, and the strap had been laid
against her butt a couple of times. Paula was crying, now.
*Swat!*
His belt came down on her bottom again. I felt myself jump
as Tom expressed his authority over her.
"Uhhhh..." Paula cried into a pillow as she collapsed on
the bed. "I'm sorry." I heard her mutter.
Tom put the belt down and opened the front of his pants.
His cock made an enormous bulge in the front of his briefs
and I could see the look of shock on Paula's face, as she
seemed to know what he had in mind for her.
"You need it up your butt again, don't you?" He said
confidently.
Paula bit her lip and shook her head, the tears streaming
down her face. She pedaled her legs as if to keep him away,
but Tom picked her up easily and slid her down to kneel at
the side of the bed. She tried to push away from him, but
Tom smiled and swatted her hands away as he got her hair in
a bunch in his left hand, above her head.
Paula pouted as he pushed down his briefs with his other
hand and began pistoning his cock to get it completely
erect. He rubbed the head around her mouth as she looked up
at him, pleadingly.
"I'm sorry, Tom. I won't talk back to you again."
"I know you won't, honey. But first, you've got to show me
what a good girl you are."
He finished smearing his pre-cum on her lips and pushed the
head into her mouth. I heard obscene, wet sucking noises as
she sucked her husband. He kept a firm grip on her hair.
I noticed the black lace panties and bra on the hamper.
I tried to resist.
The bra was a little tight, but not too much as I fastened
it in front, and then turned it around and got my shoulders
through the straps. I noticed my reflection in the bathroom
mirror. I had pointy-laced "C" cups on the front of my
chest. I thought that a bra always pronounced a woman's
sexuality to the room. I was breathing heavily.
The panties felt good as I slid them up my legs. When I
cupped my cock and balls with that delicate lace, I almost
came immediately. I spread out a towel on the bathroom
floor and got down on my belly - enjoying once again, the
feeling of spreading the pressure to my prostate and making
a deep, "itch" deep inside.
Tom pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet slurping
sound. Paula looked thoroughly ashamed as a trail of thick
saliva and pre-cum trailed from her mouth to his dick.
"Don't get it on my dress." She said, pouting.
Tom laughed and lifted her up by her hair. He positioned
her on her knees on the bed, swatting her bottom a few
times playfully.
"Ow! No! Please don't Tom! Not in my bottom..." She
pleaded.
"You're getting too mouthy with me. You need this." He
raised up the back of her dress and pulled down her green
satin panties. I saw his thick fingers probing at her sex.
"You naughty girl. You're soaking wet." He said.
Paula struggled a little bit, wiggling her bottom and
kicking her feet, which were clad in dainty-looking strap-
on high heels. He positioned his cockhead at her anus. I
saw Paula's eyes go wide as the head spread her wide open.
His big hands gripped her silk-wrapped hips and pulled her
back onto his cock. She took the first few inches with a
little feminine yelp, and then she kicked her little feet
again as he sunk about five more into her, slowly. He was
smiling the whole time.
I lay on the bathroom floor, enjoying the wicked pleasure
that was the deep pressure I felt inside. My cock was not
quite as erect as it was before, but as I worked my hips
and felt the lace rub against me, I could feel my prostate
swell inside of me. I imagined that it was the head of
Tom's cock finding my (imaginary) cervix. I glanced from
the scene in their bedroom to the satin cups hanging down
from my chest. I could feel my face burning hot with shame
and anticipation.
"Well, well, young man. Or should I say, 'young lady'"?
Mother said from behind me.
I almost died with the shock of looking back over my
shoulder to see my mother staring down at me from the
bathroom door leading into my bedroom. I felt like I was
five years old again and she'd caught me playing with
myself in the bathtub.
"Mom!" I stammered.
"No, no. Don't get up, honey." She said sweetly.
I froze where I was. My brain shut down. I could hear Paula
starting to moan and plead with Tom in the next room.
"I see that you're exploring your sexuality a little bit,
hmm?" She said, opening one of the bathroom drawers.
"Mom, I can explain!" I tried.
"No need, dear. You're obviously having a very good time.
Let me help you with that." She came up out of the drawer
with a little paper-wrapped cylinder.
It was one of Paula's tampons. She carefully peeled off the
wrapper. I began to tremble.
"Get up here and lean over the toilet! Do it now!" She
ordered.
I jumped up and leaned over the toilet bowl, steadying
myself on the cool, clean porcelain. I felt her slide the
black panties down.
"Oh God, Tom... please don't... please don't..." I heard
Paula plead from the bedroom.
"Which one of us is wearing the bra and panties, hmm?" I
heard him grunt.
"I am! I am!" She gasped.
"You're going to be my good little wife, aren't you?" He
said to her.
"Yes... yes... I'll be good... I'll be good..." She
pleaded.
"You're going to be good too, aren't you Richard?" Asked my
mother in a quiet and firm voice.
"Yes, Mom. I'll be good." I said.
"I know you will. I think we'll call you 'Rochelle'." She
said, positioning the tampon at my anus.
I could feel the smooth plastic tip of the applicator. I
could see the string hanging down from the plunger as I
looked down between my legs. Mother reached in and took
hold of my little cock as I leaned over the toilet. She
began to stroke me with a firm, patient hand, her thumb
expertly rubbing the head.
"I'll be good, Mom! I promise! Please, Mom, don't..." I
exclaimed.
My legs almost gave out as I felt her pushing the
applicator up into my butt. I could feel my face burning
with shame as my mother pointed my little penis at the
toilet bowl.
"Put your filthy sperm in the toilet where it belongs." She
said firmly.
"Please, Mom... don't make me..." I knew it was useless.
"Here you go, honey..." Grunted Tom in the next room.
"Oh God! Oh God!" Moaned Paula. I knew what she was
getting.
Mother smiled to herself and pushed the plunger on the
tampon. I felt the cotton plug push into me. I started to
cry at the same time as I started to come in long spurts
into the toilet bowl.
"That's it, honey." She said to me. "Get it all out. You
don't need that anymore."
After that, she made me wear the bra and panties for the
rest of the day. She didn't let me hide in my room. I saw
her tell all of the gathered women in the dining room and I
saw them nod their heads approvingly as I came in; my
sweater pushed out in front by the bra cups. My face burned
red with shame that afternoon because of that and the
string I could feel hanging down between my cheeks.
I joined Paula in the kitchen as we quietly did the dishes
together. She was really quiet and we didn't talk much. I
knew she was thinking about the fucking she'd just gotten
and she knew, of course, that Mom had caught me peeking,
and what she had planned for me.
"Maybe it won't work." I said.
She shook her head and looked at me as though I were
stupid.
"Maybe I won't get a husband. No one will want to marry
me."
"Mom will get offers for you even in your first week.
There's a waiting list for sissy brides."
I bit my lip then, realizing just what I'd gotten myself
into.
Like I said. The worst part is knowing what's coming next.
Epilogue: One Year Later
Mother hummed happily to herself while she turned down the
covers and spread out a white towel for me on the sheet. I
stood there, playing with the hem on my baby-doll nightie,
feeling uncomfortable, my C cup breasts swaying back and
forth as I looked back and forth at both her and my husband
Charles, who was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. I
could see his 8" flaccid cock hanging down as he brushed
his teeth.
"Thanks for the bed, Mom. It's a beautiful present." I told
her. I was shaking a little.
"You're welcome, dear." She replied. "You and Charles
deserve some beautiful furniture for the new house he
bought for you. Besides, it's a special occasion isn't it?"
"Yes." I said shyly.
"Now, it will hurt a little when he tears your hymen, just
remember to lift your knees up so that he can go all the
way in, all right dear?" She said with a "pleased-as-punch"
look on her face.
"Yes, Mother." I said, turning my face away from her,
reddening.
"You're so beautiful." She said, and hugged me. "You'll
make a wonderful mother. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need
to go check on the baby and see if Tom and Paula need
anything. Good night, Rochelle!"
"Good night Mother." I said, sliding into bed.
I positioned myself on top of the towel as Charles came out
of the bathroom, his massive cock already hardening as it
swung back and forth as he came toward the bed. He smelled
salty and masculine.
I trembled in his strong arms as he kissed me softly, and
lowered the straps of my baby-doll nightie, exposing my
full breasts and strawberry-sized erect nipples. He
hungrily sucked on first the left one, and then the right,
making me squirm and squeal as I felt my womanhood moisten
in anticipation. His bobbing cock drew a sticky trail of
pre-cum on my thighs and belly as I squirmed under him. I
felt myself sinking further into the mattress as my husband
positioned his weight on top of me, and placed my legs up
over his muscled arms. He bent my legs back and rubbed the
head of his cock up and down on my pussy lips. I felt
myself opening for him.
"Please don't hurt me Charles," I pleaded, biting my lip.
He nuzzled my ear "Remember how long it took to get used to
me in your ass? It won't take as long here, and you'll
enjoy it more."
He pushed firmly, bursting my cherry, conquering his woman
like only a real man can do. I kicked my little feet in the
air and cried out while he sank into me, his strong hands
holding my hips in place.
The December snows were falling outside and the wind was
stirring the naked trees, but I didn't hear any of it. I
was paying attention to my husband as he worked his cock
into my new pussy in that "firm but gentle" way of his. He
let my legs go as soon as I'd settled down and I wrapped
myself around him.
I turned my head, and saw the bedroom door open just a
crack. I knew mother was watching me then. I lifted up my
knees and pointed my toes in the "birthing position." I
then kicked back the sheets so that she could see the wet
penetration, and Charles' big testicles hanging down, red
and full. I wanted her to watch Charles make another
grandchild for her.
I thought of all of the things she had had done to me that
year and I wanted to cry, but just then Charles pressed the
head of his cock firmly against my cervix. My eyes widened
and my mouth made a red "O" as I dug my nails into his
back. I could feel my first orgasm building, and I hid my
face in my husband's chest, and moaned.
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