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Preface to Part 3b As always: the inevitable disclaimers: This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, products or firms is entirely the result of the reader's imagination. Disclaimer: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature that are not suitable for all audiences, including incest and sex between minors. If such things are illegal in your area, stop reading now. If such things offend you, please seek professional counseling. *** *** *** NOTE: This part is split into Parts 3a and 3b, due to file size. The story is concluded in the Epilog. *** *** *** Part 3b Chapter Twenty-seven: Eye of the Storm Later that morning, Josie awoke to the pleasurable sensation of soft fabrics being gently dragged across her, and fluttering kisses and licks tickling her skin. When she felt soft lips against hers, and smelled a sweet, girlish breath in her nostrils, she opened her eyes to see her darling Laura. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Laura said, smiling at Josie and kissing her more fully. "Good morning," Josie said. She could see over Laura's shoulder that Stephanie was passionately kissing Laura's back and neck, an arm wrapped around her. Stephanie's hand was rubbing Laura's nascent breasts and tweaking her nipples. Josie could feel one hand teasing her own chest and nipples, and another pulling her panties over her bottom, massaging and caressing her cheeks. "What's going on?" "We got tired of waiting and decided to help wake you up," Dana replied from behind Josie. "We're going to make love now, darling baby girl. All of us. Together." As Dana said this, she pinched a nipple between her fingers, bringing a shudder gasp of pleasure from Josie. "But, Auntie Mel said ..." Josie started. "Don't worry, honey," Stephanie said, pausing in her loving attentions to her sister. "Enjoy it, sweetie," said Laura. "We do," she added with a smile and a childish giggle. "Okay." Josie returned her cousin's smile, her heart fluttering as she looked into Laura's beautiful face. Josie reached a hand behind Laura's head, entwining her fingers in the curly, golden hair, and pulled Laura to her. The two sissies kissed for several moments as Stephanie and Dana caressed and titillated their bodies, furthering their rising passions. Josie teasingly pressed her tongue to Laura's parting lips. Laura tickled Josie's tongue with the tip of her own before wrapping her lips around it and gently suckling on it, eliciting a whimpering moan from Josie. Laura reached down between them, her fingers tickling Josie's tiny balls as she drew her palm upwards against her stiff little clitty. As she wrapped her forefinger and thumb lightly around Josie's clitty, and began a soft stroking, Josie slid her hand down from Laura's head across the back of her neck. Along the way, she brushed across Stephanie's hand. Stephanie then took Josie's hand and slowly guided it down Laura's back until it rested against Laura's soft but tight bottom. Stephanie pushed Josie's hand between the cheeks. Josie needed no more encouragement, slowly drawing her middle finger across Laura's tiny rosebud. As she did, she could feel that Laura had already lubricated herself, and so slipped her finger into her cousin. Laura released Josie's tongue from her lips and gasped. As Josie slowly slipped first one, then two fingers into Laura's seemingly eager 'pussy', she felt Laura grasp her clitty harder and quicken her strokes. Josie began kissing all over Laura's face, and on her neck, giving it small licks and nips. At this, she felt Laura's much larger clitty finally come to full hardness as it stretched out to press against her lower tummy, a bit of pre-cum dabbing against her. Josie knew that if Laura were to cum, it would splash all over her own crotch. Josie realized she liked that idea a lot, so she quickened her fingers' stroking in and out of her cousin's 'pussy', and the frequency of her kisses, licks and tiny bites of Laura's slender neck. Suddenly, Josie felt Dana's fingers slipping between the cheeks of her own bottom. She thought that Dana had lubricated her fingers and this was confirmed as she felt a slickened finger enter her. And just as she'd done to Laura, Dana first worked one finger into her and then a second. She automatically lifted her leg to allow Dana greater access, draping it across Laura's hip. She felt Dana's kisses along the back of her neck, and between her shoulders, and felt Dana's other hand continue its gentle caress of her still flat chest, and the rock hard nubbins of her nipples. Josie began losing herself in the pleasures she was both giving and receiving, her mind flooded with images of lust and love between herself and her cousins. When she felt Stephanie rub her hand across Laura's chest, Laura's let out a loud, girlish squeal of ecstasy, and began shooting large dollops of cum all over Josie's own crotch and on her clitty. Josie had a brief thought that Stephanie must have began caressing Laura's budding breasts and tweaking her nipples again before she felt Dana press a finger against something inside her. As though it were a switch, the intensity of her sexual pleasure flashed through her body like lightening, pushing her over the edge of her own orgasm. She whimpered and moaned in a sexily husky voice as she shot gobbets of cum onto Laura's hand, who had continued to stroke Josie. When Josie finally returned to the heaven on Earth that was her cousin's bed, she opened her eyes to find Laura licking her fingers clean of their mixed cum. Laura reached between them to scoop up more of their juices directly from Josie's dripping crotch. She put her fingers near Josie's mouth, asking: "Want some, baby doll?" "Oh, yes!" Josie exclaimed before grabbing Laura's hand and suckling her cummy fingers into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned, as she closed her eyes and savored the delicious taste of her cousin and herself. She reached down to scoop some more onto her own fingers and offered them to Laura, with a shy smile wrapped around Laura's fingers. "Thank you, lover," Laura said before taking Josie fingers into her mouth. The two sissies continued like that for several minutes, reaching between them and gathering up fingerfuls of cum to offer the other, until they couldn't find another drop of their combined nectar. "You two selfish little sissies!" Stephanie said, laughing from behind Laura, and arm still wrapped around her, her hand idly fingering one of her nipples. "Yeah!" Dana agreed from behind Josie, who likewise continued her gentle caresses of Josie's chest and nipples. "Don't you know how to share?" Laura giggled, then said: "There's lots more where that came from, my sisters. And I know you two have plenty of your own. Come on, Josie, let's make them cum like they did for us!" She turned over to face Stephanie, and pressed her childish body against her more mature sister's. Stephanie laid back on the bed, as Laura climbed atop her. They began kissing. Josie noted how much more intently the two kissed, almost furiously. Not wanting to disappoint her cousin, she turned over to find Dana already laying on her back, her arms open and outstretched to receive her. Josie looked in awe at her cousin's sexy, curvy, beautiful body. She imagined herself with such a body one day, and her clitty responded. 'I wish I were a girl,' she thought. She looked at Dana's smiling face, her deep, red hair in a swirl against the pale rose pillowcase, her green eyes calling to her with a voice that seemed to speak to Josie's inner girl, beckoning her to join Dana in the total femininity she craved. As Josie slid atop her cousin, Dana's arms enveloping her in their warm, loving embrace, she imagined how it would be to be a grown woman. She smiled at the mature womanliness she found in Dana's eyes, and began to kiss her cousin, much more gently and tenderly than the way Stephanie and Laura did. As they kissed, Josie could feel Dana's long, thickening clitty hardening beneath her, eventually coming to its full length as it was pressed between them. Josie marveled at the hardness of it, the length of it, at the heat that seemed to radiate from it. 'I so wish she could fuck me,' she thought. Dana was having similar thoughts as she kissed her cousin. But she knew better than to risk a punishment from her mother, especially now. Josie was like a soft, tender doll in her arms. Though she knew it was wrong, after so much time enjoying her younger sister she knew that she liked young, barely-pubescent girls like Josie. If she were older, and were caught, she knew she'd be labeled a child-molester, but at that moment she didn't care. All she cared about was the wonderful feeling of a slender, tight-bottomed, flat-chested young sissy in her arms. Laura was growing up, and would no doubt have an even more womanly figure than her own. She would always love her sister, but she wondered if such a mature body would ever bring out such lust in her. She prayed that it would, or that she'd discover much more wondrous delights in the arms of boys and men. But for now, Josie was here, and seemed to want to please her, like a grateful puppy, as she moved her kisses down from her mouth to her breasts. Somehow, Josie seemed to know precisely what to do as she cupped and caressed one breast, her thumb rubbing its nipple while she kissed, licked and suckled at the nipple of the other. Josie teasingly kissed her way, and licked at the sweat glistening on and between Dana's breasts, as she moved from one to other. All the while, Dana lay back, her arms draped gently across Josie's back, caressing her neck and shoulders, idly playing with her hair. Josie was fascinated with Dana's breasts. Their fullness, and supple firmness, was something new to her. She loved the way they felt in her hands, and under her lips; she couldn't get enough of them. Even when she felt Dana's clitty harden underneath her, and became so very tempted to slide down her cousin's body and slip that wonderful, fleshy extension into her mouth, she continued her adoration of Dana's breasts. 'I want boobies, big boobies, bigger than Mommy's, boobies, boobies, just like these,' she thought, the phrases repeated endlessly in her mind in subtly different ways -- all part of the insidious subliminal programming that continued to inexorably mold her mind to that of a complete and total sissy. Finally, Josie could no longer resist the temptation of Dana's clitty. With a last lingering, licking kiss between Dana's breasts, she slid down her cousin's soft, yet fit and toned, body. When Josie's kissing reached Dana's tummy she lifted her head and looked down. Before her was the most wonderful sight her lust-filled mind could behold: a hot, hard, throbbing clitty. Though only six inches long, it was marvelously-thick and Josie's mouth literally drooled at the sight. But she didn't swallow it. Josie's programmed mind knew the purpose of a saliva-filled mouth was to coat a sexy clitty, or better yet a boy or a man's cock. She began thinking of her mouth as a pussy, wetting in response to sexual stimulation. And like a regular girl's pussy, it would soon be wrapped around the hot, fleshy clitty before her. She looked up to Dana, who smiled back at Josie, caressed the side of her head, and said, as though reading Josie's mind: "Wrap those pussy lips around my clitty, my darling, and I'll give you all the cum I've got in me." "Oh, my goddess, thank you," Josie replied, her voice matured beyond her years in a throaty husk filled with sexual desire. She kissed the drip of pre-cum from Dana's, and rubbed her lips together as though it were lipstick. "Thank you," she repeated. Still looking up at her cousin's loving face, she extended her tongue to the base of Dana's clitty and began a slow, upward licking, the drool sliding out of her mouth along her tongue onto Dana's clitty. Dana closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt her young cousin's tongue slide its way up the length of her sensitive clitty. She gloried in the sensation of the young sissy's mouth as it kissed and licked at her now saliva-coated clitty. The little rationality left to her lust-crazed mind marveled at the seeming professional skill exhibited by Josie's tender, young mouth. When Josie began covering parts of her clitty, licking and sucking as she did so, Dana thought she might cum right then. But she used some of the control she'd taught herself. She wanted to fill Josie's mouth and cover her beautiful young face with her cum; she knew Josie would love receiving it almost as much as she would love giving it to her. Regardless of how Josie got to be the sissy she was, Dana also knew that Josie was a thorough-going slut, and probably always would be. All these thoughts were driven from her mind when she felt Josie finally kiss, and then suck, the head of her clitty into her mouth. Josie began a slow, rhythmic bobbing up and down on her clitty, and with each downward stroke, she suckled a bit more of her clitty into her hot, wet, young mouth. Dana neither understood nor cared how Josie did it, but when she felt Josie's tautly-stretched lips wrapped around the base of her clitty she gasped. Not even her beloved Laura, talented cocksucker that she was, had been able to take her as fully as Josie had done without months of practice. Dana knew her clitty wasn't the longest of her sisters', but it was by far the thickest. And here her little sissy cousin had done it on her first attempt. Josie was filled with both lust and pride at her accomplishment. Dana's clitty was the thickest thing she'd ever had in her mouth, or any other part of her body. It so filled her mouth she barely had room enough to swirl her tongue across her sexy cousin's wonderfully-large clitty. But she did what she could, flicking her tongue across the bottom of Dana' member as moved up its length, sucking as hard as she could. As she neared the head, she swirled her tongue around it, making sure find that most sensitive spot. Josie knew she'd found it when she heard Dana gasp again, and let her breath out in a shuddering, whimpering moan. If she'd been able, Josie would've smiled. She loved sucking cocks and clitties, and when she received such encouragement, she received a sexual pleasure of her own. The simple pleasure of a clitty or a cock sliding seemingly effortlessly into and out of her mouth, feeling the bumps and ridges and the heat of it as she worshipped it, gave her nearly as much pleasure as when she felt the same thing in her 'pussy' when Laura fucked her, or better, when her darling Bobby fucked her. Josie had no idea that deriving as much pleasure from cocksucking as from being fucked was part of the programming that was still reshaping her mind. All she knew at that moment was that between Dana's glorious clitty sliding in and out of her mouth, and the rubbing of her own clitty against the satin sheet beneath her, it would take only the taste of Dana's cum to bring her the orgasmic release she craved. Her lust drove her on to quicken the pace of her up and down bobbing motion, to increase the speed of her tongue licking and flicking across her lover's clitty, to suckle even harder as she drew her mouth up Dana's length. She was moving so furiously she could feel her sweat-damped hair slap against the side of her face. 'I must have cum, must have cum,' she thought over and over. She could feel the pain of her own clitty, as it seemed to burn from the heat of her humping the bed beneath her. If Dana's didn't bring them both to fulfillment soon, Josie felt, she would cry out from her aching need. And then it happened: Dana grabbed Josie by the sides of her head and forced her mouth down to cover her clitty as her orgasm exploded within her. She felt her cum shoot in long spurts from her clitty into Josie's mouth, feeling Josie's frantic swallowing. But that wasn't enough for her; she wanted to see Josie's face covered with her cum, to see her cum dripping from Josie's mouth. So she lifted Josie's surprisingly compliant head from her clitty and watched happily as the last few spurts of her cum splashed across her cousin's delighted face. 'I knew she'd love it,' she thought, 'the sexy little slut!' To complete her desire, still holding Josie by the sides of her hand she rubbed her face against her slightly-dripping clitty, and against the cum pooling on her hairless crotch, until nearly Josie's entire face was coated in a sheen of cum. 'Beautiful!' she thought. 'The absolutely perfect look for my little sissy.' When Josie felt Dana's hands grip her head, she realized that Dana would now gift her with her delicious cum. She made no move to stop Dana from pushing her head down, she loved feeling Dana's clitty as it was forced down her throat. When it suddenly swelled, her heart leapt with joy. 'Cummies, cummies, I get her cummies!' she mentally shouted to herself. She reached up to grab Dana's breasts, cupping and massaging them. As soon as she felt the first spurt from Dana's clitty shoot down her willing throat, she finally achieved her own release, feeling her tiny clitty squirt its juices into the sheets. She felt the wonderful, tingling, blinding pleasure she loved course its way simultaneously outward from her nipples and her crotch, and reach around to tingle her at the base of her spine, felt it course up her back and neck to her head and her mouth, and downward around her tight, tiny bottom and into her 'pussy', feeling her sphincter clench and release in tune with her spurting clitty. Josie lost all sense of time or place. She knew only the pleasure flowing both into and out of her tender body; the smell and the taste of Dana's cum and the feel of her warm breasts and hard nipples beneath her small hands; the wetness of her own crotch as she still gently humped the bed, massing her cum into her and the sheets. Josie had never felt as totally happy and complete as she did at that moment, not even with her Bobby she sadly admitted. When her mind regained some semblance of rationality, Josie looked up at her cousin's face. She saw the look of utter pleasure on Dana's face as it gazed adoringly at her. She smiled, and licked her lips, smacking them together. "That was so yummy!" she said. "I want more!" Dana released Josie's head and gently slid her fingers across Josie's cum- covered cheek. Josie looked down at Dana's slowly softening clitty, and licked her lips, swallowing the collected cum and drool in her mouth and then voraciously attacked Dana's cum-covered clitty and cum-covered crotch. She licked and kissed and suckled until she'd recovered every drop she could find. Something within her told her that she must always leave a crotch as clean as she could. When she was done, she looked up at Dana and felt fulfillment from the look of love and contentment she saw. Dana used a finger to scoop some of her cum from Josie's face and brought her to her mouth, closing her eyes as she tasted her juices. "Mmmm ... you're right, baby doll, very yummy. Now scooch up here and let's kiss!" Dana ordered. Josie immediately moved to obey, her basic submissive nature having been brought to the fore. When her wet crotch dragged across Dana's own, and was pressed against her tummy, Dana said: "You came, too, didn't you, sweetie?" Dana wrapped her arms around Josie, and slipped her hands down to Josie's bottom. She pressed Josie's crotch to her tummy and felt the tiny worm of Josie's wet clitty wiggle against her. 'Such a tiny clitty,' she thought. 'The poor sissy will never to be able to fuck anyone. But she's so cute and loving, she'll always be getting fucked, that's for sure.' She placed one hand to the back of Josie's head and pulled her close to begin licking the cum from her face. 'I wonder what her cum tastes like?' she idly thought. When Josie's face was clean, she kissed her gently. "You're such a lovable sissy baby, Josie," whispered Dana. "Don't ever change." "I love being a sissy," Josie whispered in reply, resting her head on Dana's shoulder. "I don't know why I am. I know I used to pretend to be a boy, but that seems so silly now." Dana slowly caressed Josie's back for a moment. But she suddenly heard the gasping and moaning coming from the other side of the bed and remembered that her sisters were with them. Chagrined at having been so absorbed in making love with her cousin as to forget her own sisters, however briefly, she turned to look at what the two were doing. The sight that greeted her shocked and titillated her at the same time: Laura sat atop Stephanie, her face contorted in rapture, happily riding her sister's clitty to an orgasm, shooting her cum all over Stephanie's breasts and face and into her widely-opened mouth. "Oh, dear goddess!" she said aloud. 'Mother's going to kill us,' she thought. *** *** *** Melanie stared unseeing at the city skyline outside her home-office window. Usually the sight inspired her, exemplifying the industrious city around her. But not this morning; this morning all she could think about was what would happen when the Network, and more immediately, Karen Farmer, found out that Melanie's own sissy-daughter had betrayed them all. She feared the worst, having seen the consequences of such betrayal from other former members. The least Melanie knew she could expect was to be expelled and given drug-reinforced hypnotic compulsions that would make her unable to even think of the Network or Karen Farmer again without intense pain. Her worst fear, though, was that the Network would "compartmentalize" her; that they would confiscate not only her daughters but her entire life, leaving her somewhere, alone, with her mind and personality overlaid with someone else's, something demeaning -- or worse. She'd seen it before. A former member had told her lover about the Network, and that lover had told a friend that worked for the city's largest newspaper, and that friend had written a feature article about the Network. The lover and the reporter were now in another city, with different identities and no memory of their former lives. Melanie never did find out for certain what happened to the former Network member, but Karen had hinted that the woman was now living in Nevada and working in the "hospitality industry." Melanie knew that was simply a code-phrase for working in a whorehouse, and if they levied that punishment against her, she doubted she could live with herself, even if the Network's re- programming made her enjoy every moment of it. The only upside to compartmentalization was that it was -- usually -- a limited-term punishment. Melanie shook her head as if to rid herself of such thoughts. 'If it happens, it happens,' she thought. She knew that even if she'd tried to run that the Network would find her. They always did. They had agents around the globe, and a woman traveling with three young girls would be easy to trace. But there was no way she could leave her precious daughters. Regardless of what she'd done, she loved them as strongly as ever, perhaps even more so now that they'd accepted their transition to sissyhood, even embraced it. Finally, feeling depressed, without hope for her own future, she made the decision to tell Karen about the betrayal herself. She prayed that they would forgive Stephanie, but knew that she would not be forgiven. She simply wanted her daughters protected. She took the key on the chain around her neck and opened the box on her desk. She used the secure telephone inside the dial Karen's number. She waited for the telephones to synchronize their encryption circuitry. "What is it, Melanie?" asked Karen Farmer. Melanie knew that the caller ID identified her as the caller, but it was still disconcerting when Karen addressed her immediately as she'd done. "Mistress Karen," she began, hoping the use of the honorific would help deflect some of the irritation evident in Karen's voice, "something has happened that I must report to you." She felt her heart thumping in her chest, her nervous accelerated by the adrenalin coursing through her bloodstream. "It's not good." "Is this about your sissy talking to her aunt about us?" asked Karen. She was seated in her office, having reviewed the recording delivered by Barbara earlier that morning. She'd been deliberating since that time on a proper course of action to not only safeguard the Network, but also her place in it. No matter how she played out the various scenarios, there seemed to be only one answer: Melanie and her family would have to be dealt with. She knew the Network could save the father, maybe even the boy, but policy dictated that Melanie would have to be removed. "Do you have any idea how serious you've jeopardized us all?" "Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry!" Melanie rested her head against an arm on the desk, the other hand holding up the phone. She wanted desperately to cry, and to lash out, to scream, to beg for mercy, but she knew none of it would help her now. Karen's tone spoke volumes to her; the steely edge to her question scared her to her core. "I don't think you do, girl," responded Karen. "You haven't just put yourself in danger, or the Network. You've also put me in personal danger as well. The Network does not take kindly to either betrayals or the idiotic mistakes you've made." Karen was also feeling a bit of fear, but quite a bit more anger. She was struggling not to scream and threaten Melanie. "After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me?" Melanie could no longer control herself. Karen heard the clunk of the phone as Melanie dropped it to the desk and started crying. 'It's all over,' she thought, 'everything I've built, everything I've worked for, it's all gone!' Karen impatiently waited for Melanie to regain her composure. 'I should never have recruited this one,' she thought. 'She's just too emotionally unstable; even after all the therapy she's had. Such a waste,' she lamented. After the therapy, she'd taken Melanie under her wing, first as a student, then as a protege. Eventually, they'd become lovers for a short while, even though Karen herself preferred sissified males as partners. To her, it seemed a much more fitting role for them, and it gave her enormous satisfaction taking a once self-assertive and masculine male and reducing him to a submissive, eager-to-please sissy, willing and able to enjoy anything he'd be asked to do, completely incapable of any identity not provided for him by a Mistress. Breaking a male in such a fashion was her specialty, and she'd taught Melanie everything she knew. Now it seemed as though all of that was wasted. Melanie would have to be compartmentalized. The only question that remained for Karen was what to do about Melanie's family. She owed the mother, father and boy at least an attempt at removing their programming, but what about Melanie's sissies? An amusing thought occurred to Karen then, as she was thinking of the details to be worked out when she heard Melanie's voice on the telephone. "Mistress?" Melanie asked, her voice still strained with emotion. "Please tell me what I must do?" Melanie could only think about gaining Karen's forgiveness at that point. The consequences of her actions, the fate of herself or her family, were relegated to the back of her mind. The stinging rebuke from her mentor hurt her far more than she would have thought possible. Karen debated her answer, fearing to say too much, yet something must be said. "You're going to have to be punished, Melanie. You know that, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress, I know," Melanie replied, her voice choked. Melanie knew now that she would face compartmentalization. There was no escaping it. She tried to resign herself to her fate, but it was difficult. She worried about her daughters, about her sister, even about precious little Josie. Karen noted the resigned tone in Melanie's voice. 'Good,' she thought. 'She'll do what I tell her now, and won't try anything stupid.' "Melanie, I don't know what the Network will do, but I suggest you cease your practice immediately." "Yes, Mistress." "And I want you to ensure there is no further contact between you, your sissies and your sister or her family. I can't stress that enough, Melanie. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." Karen sensed the hesitation in Melanie's voice. "Don't worry, Melanie, I didn't mean for you to cease contact forever. Yours and your sister's families will be reunited eventually." Karen heard Melanie take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But for now, we can't risk them learning anything else about the Network." "Mistress?" Melanie asked. She knew better than to ask her question without permission. "I know what you want to ask, Melanie, dear," Karen responded. "I'm going to speak to the Network about deprogramming your sister, and her husband and son. I'm fairly confident we can remove most, if not all, of what you've done to them." Karen was more than 'fairly confident,' she was certain of it. But she wanted to be sure that Melanie would not try to do anything rash, such as attempt to escape the Network. Karen knew from hard experience there was no escape. She had told that to Melanie many times, but she wondered if Melanie remembered that. "And my daughters, Mistress?" "I promise you, they'll be well provided for, Melanie." The question told Karen that Melanie knew what her punishment would be. It eased some of her anger that Melanie had not even asked about it, and seemed more concerned with her family. It was a good sign, and might help at her sentencing hearing with the Network proctors. "Thank you, Mistress, thank you so much," said Melanie. "Thank you for everything." "I've enjoyed our time together, Melanie. And I hope you're still as grateful after what's going to happen. Good-bye, Melanie." "Good-bye, Mistress," Melanie said. The words were barely out of her mouth before the line went dead. Chapter Twenty-eight: Reap the Whirlwind Karen Farmer looked at the encrypted telephone in her hand for a moment. The conversation with Melanie had depressed her far more than it should have, she knew. Melanie had been one of her brightest students, and it was all for nothing because of her jealousy and obsession over her sister. Karen wondered how the Network examiners had missed this flaw in Melanie; something had obviously distorted her judgment after the end of her marriage. Helen reports only accentuated that viewpoint. Melanie's sissies were breaking free of their mother's control, and that was not to be allowed. After several more minutes of deliberating, and a few sips of her beloved Glenmorangie, Karen made her decision. There wasn't really much choice in the matter; Karen's own survival was at stake. 'Melanie must learn to live with the consequences,' she thought. She dialed the Center. "Good evening, Mistress," Barbara asked. "How may I be of service?" Karen could hear a breathless quality in Barbara's voice that hinted she might not be paying full attention to her duties. "Hello, dear," Karen answered. "The first thing you can do is pull your sissy off your pussy." She chuckled to take the sting from her words as she listened to the hurried rustling at the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, Mistress!" "Don't worry, dear, I know how long and boring a job monitoring can be, but that part's done with for now." "Thank you, Mistress," Barbara said, the relief evident in her voice. "I've made a decision, Barbara. This situation has become a danger to the Network, and we must clean up Melanie Bancroft's mess as best we can." "Yes, Mistress! What would you have me do?" Karen was pleased with Barbara's eagerness. She was going to need that, and more, to do what Karen had in mind. "I want you to gather a team for an extraction. Try to keep the team as small as possible, but there can be no slip-ups." "I understand, Mistress," Barbara answered. "May I assume it's the Miller family?" "You assume, correctly, dear. I want them delivered to the Center within twenty-four hours. Also see to it that any telephone or internet connections from their home are severed immediately. We must limit their contact with the outside world as much as possible until you have the Millers in custody." "And what of the Miller woman's friends? I'm sure the Rodriguez's know as much now as the Miller's; they've been at the Miller home for at least a day now, Mistress." 'This is getting worse by the minute,' Karen thought, rubbing at a temple with an index finger. "I suppose we'll have to extract them as well," Karen replied after several minutes more thought. However, I want them extracted separately. The two families are not to know that the other was extracted, and they are to be held in separately at the Center. Do you understand everything, dear?" "Yes, Mistress, I do. Immediate severance of telephone and internet connectivity for the Miller and Rodriguez homes; two small extraction teams for the Miller and Rodriguez families; delivery to and containment at the Center separately." "Very good, Barbara. Please begin immediately." "Yes, Mistress!" Karen disconnected her encrypted phone and dialed another number. "Good evening, Mistress," Helen's voice answered without her assumed Germanic accent. "How may I be of service?" "Good evening, Helen, dear," Karen replied. "I've come to a difficult though necessary decision. Melanie has indirectly put the Network is danger of exposure, and we must take all necessary steps to eliminate that threat." "Of course, Mistress, I understand. I've alerted an extraction team here in the city; they're on stand-by alert awaiting the 'go' signal." "Helen, you're a marvel," Karen said. "You've shown exceptional initiative, and I commend you for it. I'll be adding a note to your file regarding this case, and you can be sure the proctors will be pleased." "Thank you, Mistress!" Helen's voice seemed to purr with appreciation, even over the telephone. "I've just issued the signal over a secure internet connection. The team should arrive here within minutes." "One thing, Helen: please be sure the team treats Melanie and her sissies as gently as they can. Melanie was one of us, after all, and her children, from all your reports, sound like perfect little sissies. They should provide no resistance." "I'll see to it, Mistress. What of the Miller sissy, Mistress?" "Him as well, Helen. We're going to do everything we can to restore the Miller family, and perhaps even provide them suitable compensation for what Melanie put them through. They never asked for what's happened." "Of course, Mistress," said Helen. "Though I must say from the scenes I've witnessed here, I doubt there's much boy left to restore. And the girls seem to have accepted their condition as if they were born to it." "We'll see how things evolve, Helen," Karen replied. "Have them delivered to the Center within the day." "Yes, Mistress!" "And Helen? Melanie, her sissies, and the Miller boy are to be separated at the Center. The sissies may stay together, but the boy is going to be deprogrammed." "Orders for Melanie, Mistress?" "Isolation for now, dear. You know as well as I do what her punishment is to be, although the exact nature of it is something you don't need to know." "Yes, Mistress, of course." "I'll see you at the Center tomorrow, dear. Good night." "Good night, Mistress." Karen disconnected the call, and returned the phone to its case and locked it. The then turned to her workstation and used it to cancel the order for Julia to visit the Miller boy at Melanie's apartment; he would now be receiving his treatment from her at the Center. Karen sat back in her chair and reflected over the orders she'd just issued. While they were necessary, it pained her nonetheless to be forced to drastically alter the lives of two innocent women and their families. She abruptly stood up, reached for her tumbler of scotch and drank it down in one gulp. She logged off her workstation, shut off the desk lamp, and left her office in search of a suitable sissy from her stable. One of them would be the recipient of her pent-up frustrations in a form best suited for a mere male. *** *** *** Barbara looked down between her legs at Andrea's pretty, smiling wet face. She returned the smile, frustrated sexual excitement coursing through her at the girl's complete submissiveness. She reached out a hand to brush a tendril of coal-black hair from Andrea's baby face. Barbara still occasionally felt a twinge of guilt for taking such a young sissy -- Andrea was only seventeen years old, after all -- but Barbara's heart swelled whenever she looked into her sissy's dark eyes. "Lover-doll, I've been given a very important assignment. Would you like to help me?" Barbara asked. Andrea's face lit up, and she rose fully to her knees. "Command me, Mistress!" she said fervently. 'I'm born to serve!' she thought. 'I love to serve my Mistress!' Those and similar thoughts swirled around her head and filled her being. Andrea had been conditioned from birth as a submissive sissy, and she had loved every wondrously pleasurably painful lesson at her Daddy's hands. Her mind flashed briefly back to the last time her Daddy had fucked her, nearly four years before, and her clitty hardened in response to the delicious memory. Barbara smiled at her sissy, seeing the submissive and eager expression on her face, as well as the stiffening clitty between her legs. 'She's such a little tart,' Barbara thought. 'And I love every molecule of her!' Karen had told her to keep the teams as small as possible, and Andrea certainly was willing, and knew as much about the situation as Barbara herself. "Baby, we have to setup a couple of extraction teams, and the operation has to be complete within twenty-four hours." "You can do it, Mistress!" Andrea said. "How may I be of service?" She's heard Barbara use that phrase on the telephone, and had been taught to use it herself, but the playful way she said it then, in a breathy moan that gave more than a hint of sexual overtones, brought another smile to her Mistress's face. Barbara swatted Andrea's naked bottom. "You scamp!" Andrea giggled like a little girl, and bowed her head in submission. "I would like you to drive one of the extraction vehicles, my little sissy. Do you think you could like that?" Andrea nearly jumped into Barbara's lap and squealed in joy. "Oh yes, Mistress! I would like that very, very much!" Andrea knew she was too diminutive for the more physical tasks required in an extraction; driving one of the vehicles gave her a chance to serve her Mistress, and the Network. 'I'm such a lucky sissy!' she thought. Barbara wrapped her arms tightly around her lover. 'She's such a doll,' she thought. "Now, now," she said, feeling the tip of Andrea's hot, hard clitty pressing against her pussy lips, "before we get too excited, honey, we have to get to work. Put your panties and skirt back on while I look through the roster for the rest of our team members." "Yes, Mistress," Andrea replied. She got up from her position on Barbara's lap and did as she'd been ordered. Barbara stood up and pulled her own panties back up and smoothed her skirt beneath as she took her seat, and turned to the console. Andrea pulled a smaller chair beside Barbara and sat down. She looked at the screen and saw the image of a muscular and heavy-boned, though in Andrea's eyes still beautiful, woman. "Will Mistress Elisha be on the team?" "Yes, she's available, and I think she'd make a fine leader for the second team." Barbara clicked on the 'Select' button, and a smaller version of Elisha's image appear at the bottom of the screen. The two spent the next hour going over the dossiers of potential team members. When they'd finished, the images of eight women and two sissies were arrayed on the screen, including their own images. All of the women were experienced at extractions of the sort Barbara had been assigned. The additional sissy would also serve the menial task of driving the other extraction vehicle, serving food and drinks, and keeping her team's extraction targets sedated for their journey to the Center. "Thank you for selecting my twin, Mistress," Andrea said, resting her head on Barbara's shoulder. "I haven't seen her since Daddy gave us to the Network." "It's my pleasure, baby doll. I know you miss her. All her training mistresses say that Alexis is as good a sissy as you." Barbara turned her head, lifted Andrea's chin and kissed the tears from her cheeks before kissing her on her trembling lips. She looked into Andrea's dark, tear-filled eyes. "Is she?" "Oh yes, Mistress! She's a very good sissy." The hint of a smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and she looked down for a second. "And I know she'll want to please you totally, Mistress," she said, looking back up at Barbara. "She's a bigger slut than me." "Oh, I hope so, baby!" Barbara growled into Andrea's ear as she took the young sissy into her arms and kissed her, hard, leaving them both breathless and very excited. *** *** *** Melanie sat at her desk, the secure telephone handset still clutched in her trembling hand. She knew without a doubt that the Network would have her 'compartmentalized': after a very arduous session in one of the Center's programming chambers, her own identity would be walled off in a corner of her mind, powerless, unable to exert itself, for goddess knew how long. A new identity would overlay her own personality, and she would live as that person for the duration. Melanie knew quite well that any such persona would be tailor-made to cause her the most shame; she'd still feel all of the emotions and physical sensations of her new life. The Network proctors didn't take kindly to members committing the stupid sort of acts that had endangered the Network over the past weeks. But Melanie also knew that her options were limited; it was either compartmentalization or a complete mind wipe. At the Center, she's seen one of those who'd committed the type of 'sin' that resulted in a mind wipe; the woman moved and acted like an automaton, unable to do anything without specific instructions, even so far as to be told to eat or sleep, even when to eliminate her bodily wastes. At least with compartmentalization, there was the chance of regaining her identity, someday; though she would remember all of her time in that mental prison with perfect clarity. Melanie took a deep, shuddering breath and replaced the phone in its box and locked it. She picked up one of the framed photographs on her desk. It was a picture of Pamela and her at a nude beach in Rio de Janeiro the summer before Pamela went off to college, before she met Frank. They were locked in a tight embrace, half turned to face the camera, breasts touching. Melanie looked at the image of her sister, remembering their fun-filled days on that vacation; lazing about the beach during the day, the parties at night, the sex any chance they could share it. 'Goddess, she was so young back then!' she thought. 'So beautiful, so sexy, so tender and sweet.' She put the frame face down on the desk, stood up, and went to the window and stared out at the bustling city. 'All lost,' she thought. 'Pamela, my wonderful girls, my life - everything is gone, just because I couldn't wait for Pamela to come to her senses about that damned husband of hers!' "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she said aloud. Melanie continued to berate herself in her mind until she felt the pain welling up in her. She went to the den, and laid face-down on the couch. "How could I have been so stupid?" she said, her voice muffled by her arms and the cushions. As though the dam of her emotions had burst, she started crying uncontrollably. *** *** *** Stephanie looked up from her cum-splashed face into the eyes of her beautiful sissy sister. "Oh, Laura, you're so wonderful." She slid her hands up and down the smooth, naked skin of Laura's back. She reached one hand to cup one of her sister's blossoming breasts, rubbing a thumb over a nipple and smiling as she felt it harden. 'Goddess, she's still horny!' she thought. She slid her hand back around Laura's back. Laura leaned forward to lay herself atop Stephanie, enjoying the feel of her sister's arms wrapping around her and the touch of their breasts meeting. She felt Stephanie's wonderful clitty briefly stiffen before slipping out of her pussy. She felt a momentary pang at the sudden emptiness, but also felt a delicious thrill course through her as she realized that she was now ready to receive her sister's clitties, or the cocks of boys and men, at any time. Laura felt giddy in the knowledge she was no longer a virgin, no longer a little girl, but a budding young woman. "I love you, Stephanie," she said. "I love you, my darling girl," Stephanie replied. She felt the first few dribblings of her cum drip from Laura's pussy onto her slowly subsiding clitty, and smiled. Stephanie suddenly remembered where they were, and looked to the other side of the bed, where she saw Dana and Josie cuddled together, watching, their faces still wet with the perspiration and juices of their own coupling. She looked lovingly at Dana, and said: "Hello, there, my precious sister. I see you two were having fun, too" "Not as much fun as you two seemed to be having," replied Dana with a huge grin. "Your face looks so sweet, covered in Laura's cum." Dana and Josie both giggled. "Who's cum is that on your face, Dana?" Stephanie asked. "Or on yours, Josie?" "It's my cum, Stephanie," Jose replied, giggling again. "We wanted to share." "Would you like to share some with me, honey?" asked Laura. She looked at Stephanie, who gave a barely perceptible nod. Laura slowly slithered her way off of Stephanie and across the bed. She started kissing Dana, and felt her clitty stiffen beneath her against the satin sheets. "Mmmm, so yummy," she said after breaking their kiss. She turned to kiss Josie with even greater passion. 'I just love the way this girl kisses!' she thought, feeling Josie suckle her tongue and lick it as if it were a small, wriggly cock. She felt Dana slide out from under Josie, knowing her sisters were about to make love themselves. She hoped that Dana would fuck Stephanie; she knew how much her oldest sister would enjoy a good fucking. Josie broke their kiss and looked into her cousin's shining blue eyes. "You're so beautiful!" Josie whispered. "I hope when I grow up I'm as beautiful and sexy as you!" "You're already beautiful, baby doll," Laura whispered in return. "And you'll be getting sexier and sexier every day you live with us." Laura knew that eventually Josie would begin her hormone treatments, if her Mother had her way, but she found herself hoping Josie would always keep her little-girlish body. 'So soft and smooth, so very girlish, but also like a little boy,' she thought. Josie looked into Laura's eyes, and saw love and desire, though she didn't see it in adult terms. All she knew was that the girl she loved, loved her and wanted her, and she wanted the girl as she'd wanted nothing since she and Bobby had last made love. "I love you, Laura," she said, her voice fervent with desire and emotion. "Please fuck me, please, please, please?" she begged in a breathless whisper. "I love being fucked!" "Of course you do, baby girl," Laura whispered, "I'd love to fuck you senseless every single day!" She scooted down between Josie's legs until she saw Josie's tiny little clitty, still wet with her previous orgasm. Laura inhaled deeply, noticing how different Josie crotch smelled than hers or her sisters' after a cum. It was lighter, sweeter, with none of the heaviness she associated with a cummy crotch. 'Very nice,' she thought. "But first, I want to taste some of you, baby," she said aloud. "OK!" said Josie. She spread her legs as far as they would go and watched Laura's shining, blonde curls bounce up and down as her cousin's tongue lapped and licked at her clitty and her tee-tees. Josie gasped as she felt Laura's soft, warm, wet lips kiss her clitty and then wrap around her throbbing hardness. 'She's so good at clitty-sucking!' Josie thought. But just before Josie was about to fall over the edge of another orgasm, Laura stopped. Josie whimpered and looked down to see her cousin's sweet face smiling at her. "No, no, baby girl," Laura said, her voice husky with her passion, "not that way. I want you to have cummies from me fucking your sweet sissy pussy!" She looked over to her sisters, who were in a classic 'sixty- nine', lapping at each other's clitties. She smiled as she looked briefly at Stephanie's tight, beautiful butt as she humped her clitty into Dana's slobbery wet mouth beneath, while her own head bobbed up and down on Dana's own clitty. 'So sexy!' she thought. She looked to the top of the bed and saw what she was after. Slithering like a snake up Josie's body, she kissed her cousin hard, enjoying both the feeling of Josie trying to suck her tongue out of her mouth, and the sensation of her large, hot hard clitty nestling with Josie's own little one. Laura broke the kiss and slid a little further up, sliding her clitty along Josie's tummy and chest. Laura could feel the wetness of her pre-cum dripping onto Josie. Laura finally got within reach of the lubricant she'd been after. She grabbed the tube and slid back down Josie's body, feeling the skin of her scrotum being pulled up as she did so. She gave Josie a brief kiss, just barely flicking her tongue on Josie's open lips, and slid back down until she could kneel on the bed between Josie's legs. At first Josie didn't understand what Laura was doing but she liked the feeling of Laura's hard and hot clitty rubbing up and down her body. When she saw Laura kneel between her legs, she spread and lifted them up. Laura smiled at her as she squeezed some of the red-tinted lubricant on her fingers. She and Laura continued looking deeply into each other's eyes as Laura gently placed the tips of her lubricated fingers at the entrance to her pussy. But when Laura started sliding her slick fingers all around her hole, and slipped one of her delicate fingers into her, Josie gasped, closed her eyes and arched her head back as the wonderful pleasure tingled through her. 'More, more!' she thought. She whimpered as Laura withdrew her fingers, and then moaned when she felt Laura's fingers return, sliding more of the greasy lubricant into her pussy. She felt her clitty twitching, throbbing to the beat of her heart at the wondrous feeling of Laura's slender fingers pushing more and more of the lubricant into her. Laura was amazed watching her cousin's reactions. Neither she nor her sisters had ever reacted this way just to getting 'lubed up'. 'She must really be a true-born sissy,' Laura thought. 'Probably a slut, too.' She found the idea of her cousin being dressed up like a slutty little girl, flirting with boys, and pleasuring them, very exciting. She wondered if Josie would like it, too. 'Oh wow!' she thought, as she felt Josie's pussy contract and spasm around her fingers in rhythm to them sliding in and out of her. She pulled her fingers out and heard Josie whimper. She squeezed more lubricant on her fingers and around Josie's pussy, and pushed her fingers back in. She smiled at Josie's sighing moan. Laura continued lubing and relaxing Josie's pussy for a few more minutes, enjoying the sensation of Josie's pussy muscles on her fingers, anticipating what it would feel like having her clitty inside that wonderful place. Laura thought for sure that someone had to have trained her to do that, but with the way Josie seemed to be taking to her new sissy life, Laura concluded that Josie was simply a natural. She was confused a bit, however, because Josie didn't act like this the first time they'd fucked. She'd been eager, certainly, and moaned and whimpered while Laura fucked her senseless, but what Josie was doing with her pussy was something new. She remembered how many times it took for her to get the rhythm down herself. Laura had no way of knowing that Josie's actions were all part of Melanie's insidious programming. "Are you ready, baby girl?" Laura whispered. She felt herself getting close to an orgasm as she looked at her cousin, laying submissively before her, legs spread wide, lifted up to give her easy access. She kept massaging lubricant all over her hard clitty, waiting for Josie to respond. Josie came out of the waking dream she'd been in, her mind still filled with images of her receiving the huge cocks of boys and men into her pussy, into her mouth, all of them cumming and cumming into and onto her endlessly, again and again. And though Laura wasn't a boy, only a beautiful, sexy sissy, she had a large, wondrous clitty. Through her blurred, hazy vision, Josie could see her smiling cousin slowly stroking herself. She smiled back, and said: "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me now!" Josie practically moaned the words. She didn't know why she'd said those particular words, or why she'd said them the way she did, but she did want to be fucked, fucked forever. She reached down and pulled her legs further back until her thighs pressed against her tummy. "Please?!" Laura said nothing, but tossed the tube of lubricant back to the top of the bed. Having eyes only for the sexy pose of her cousin, she didn't see a hand quickly grab the tube, or hear the girlish giggling of her sisters. Laura looked at Josie's shiny slick pussy, and felt a flush of excitement rush through her. She couldn't wait to get her clitty inside of Josie, and feel those muscles clamp and release her the way they had her fingers. She looked up at Josie, seeing a desperate, yearning need on her little-girl face. 'Definitely a sissy slut,' she thought. She sat up on her knees and caressed the backs of Josie's soft, smooth thighs. 'My own sexy sissy slut,' she thought. She scooted her crotch closer to Josie and leaned down over her. Josie let her legs drape over and around Laura's shoulders. Laura looked at her cousin, seeing something in her eyes that disturbed her slightly. There was an adult look in her eyes that was so unlike the innocent little girl that normally looked out at her. Without further preamble, Laura pressed her clitty against Josie's pussy and pushed in. She felt the tightness at first resist, and then Josie suddenly opened up and Laura slid all the way in with one smooth, slow stroke. Josie sighed in response, and wrapped her arms around Laura's neck, pulling her down to kiss her. Laura let Josie's mouth suckle on her tongue while her pussy seemed to suckle on her clitty as she slowly pulled herself out until only her clitty-head remained within. 'Oh goddess, yes!' Laura thought. 'That's soo gooood!' Laura pushed herself back in as slowly as she'd withdrawn, enjoying the way Josie only loosened up slightly. Laura couldn't help herself as she slowly built up a steady rhythm. The two lovers continued kissing frantically until Laura broke their kiss, and licked her way down to the base of Josie's neck, where she clamped her mouth over Josie's tender skin, and started sucking and biting hard. 'I'm going to mark her as mine!' Laura thought. 'My own sweet sissy baby girl!' As Laura slid her hot, hard, delicious clitty in and out of her pussy, Josie felt as though a part of her was falling asleep, and something else was waking up. She liked this new sensation she was feeling, a sensation of control and power she'd never known before. It had started when Laura had been lubricating her pussy. As Laura's fingers had been manipulating her, loosening her up, something made her clamp down on those fingers as they slid in and out of her. That's when a new feeling of confidence filled her. Josie closed her eyes and pictured boys and men, and sissies, kneeling naked around her as she sat back on a large chair, like a queen. Some of the boys and men were fondling each other, some of the sissies were kissing each other, messing up their make-up. In her vision, she was grown up, still diminutive, but shapely and slender, her long, blonde hair draping down over her shoulders against the large breasts jutting out proudly from her chest. And between her legs was not her tiny little clitty, but a woman's shaved vagina. As the young boys and men and sissies vied for her attention, begging to be selected by her for her pleasure, she fingered herself, and felt the nubbin of a woman's clitty in her pussy, only slightly larger than the large pink nipples on her breasts that she flicked and teased with her other fingers. In her dream, Josie pointed at a man with coal-black hair and sea-grey eyes, slender but strong and handsome, and at an effeminate little boy with long blonde hair and shining blue eyes. She stood up and the two males obediently followed her as she walked down a short hallway to an ultra- feminine bedroom. She lay on her back on the bed, holding open her arms and the males climbed into bed on either side of her, cuddling up against her body. She wrapped her arms around them and said to them: 'Suckle me, Daddy. Suckle me, sissy Joey.' When, in her dream, she felt their lips and tongues sucking and licking her nipples, her eyes flew open and she remembered where she was. She was in bed with her cousins, and they were making love. Josie felt Laura's clitty sliding in and out of her, and the pain of Laura's mouth at her neck, marking her with a hickie, her tiny little clitty pointing down at her face from the tucked position she was in. 'Wow,' she thought, 'that was a weird dream! And I dreamt it while being fucked!' As Laura's rhythm increased to a near wild pace, so did Josie's pleasure. 'Goddess I love being fucked!' She felt as though she could cum at any moment, and all she needed was a trigger. Turning her head to whisper into Laura's ear, she said: "Fuck your baby, baby, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her hard." Josie licked Laura's ear and then felt Laura suddenly tense up, push inside her completely, and begin spurting hot cum into her body. That was all Josie needed, and she responded the way she'd been programmed: she came, her spurts splashing all over her face and hitting the bottom of her chin and on her chest as her orgasm subsided. She licked her cum where she could reach it and smiled. 'Yummies!' she thought. 'But Dana's is tastier.' Laura felt completely spent. She could still feel Josie's pussy clenching at her clitty, and she wondered at the nearly unbearable pleasure she felt when Josie's pussy spasmed around her as she'd had her own orgasm. Laura reluctantly pulled herself out of Josie, and Josie's pussy desperately clung to her clitty until it finally released her. She lifted herself back up, and saw Josie licking at her cum that had somehow landed on her pretty face. She bent her head down and licked at what Josie couldn't reach, and licked down her chin, and down her smooth, flat little-girl chest. She flicked her tongue over Josie's nipples and then licked her way down to Josie's clitty, lapping up every drop of cum she could see. She licked all around Josie's crotch, licking her tiny little tee-tees, before licking at her clitty like a puppy. When Josie was completely clean, Laura looked up to see, between her still spread legs, Josie's sweetly smiling face. She was pleased to see her darling baby girl looking back at her again. Laura crawled back up and looked down at her cousin. "I love you, baby girl," she said. "I love you, Laura," Josie replied. Josie then noticed the moans, whimpers and grunts coming from the other side of the bed. She looked over to see Dana kneeling behind Stephanie, whose bottom was lifted up and pressed against her sister while she rested on her elbows. Stephanie's head was turned to Josie and Laura, but her eyes were closed to mere slits. He mouth was open and she was moaning. Dana's hands were clutched at Stephanie's waist, using her grip to help her furiously push herself in and out of her sister. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, turning quickly back and forth, her long, red hair flicking back and forth across her back. As they watched, they saw Dana suddenly increase her pace, using her hold on Stephanie's waist to slam her sister faster and harder against her, while her own hips moved in a quick counter-rhythm. Josie had never seen anyone fucked this way before and she was fascinated. She wanted to try it. "They're almost there," Laura whispered to Josie, giggling. She kissed Josie gently, and then whispered: "Watch now. Here they go!" Josie turned back to look at her older cousins. Laura was right. Just as she looked she watched Stephanie's lips purse up, her face twist in throes of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. This seemed to set Dana off, as she thrust very hard into Stephanie once and then again to stay; she shot her cum into her sister, her voice ragged and husky as she called her Stephanie's name. Dana kissed Stephanie's back and shoulders, then reached her arms around to press herself close against her sister and cup her breasts. Stephanie's face was relaxed when she opened her eyes to see Laura and Josie watching. "Welcome back to earth, darling," Laura said with a laugh, sliding from off the top of Josie to lay on her side facing her sisters. Josie snuggled up behind Laura. "That looked like fun!" she exclaimed. "Will one of you fuck me like that one day, please?" Dana lifted her head from Stephanie's back and looked at Josie. "You really are a hot-to-trot little minx, aren't you?" She pulled her dripping clitty from her sister and lay down next to Laura. She reached an arm over Laura to caress Josie's face. "What a precious one you are, Josie," she said. Stephanie sat up on her knees and fetched the covers from the bottom of the bed. She draped them over Josie and her sisters before snuggling up behind Dana and pulling the covers over herself. "I think we should train her," she said. "Train me?" asked Josie. "Train me to do what?" Her cousins laughed and giggled. "Oh, Josie," Stephanie said, "you are precious, and such an innocent little sissy. I didn't me that kind of 'train'." "She means the kind where we all take turns fucking you," Dana said, still caressing Josie's face, "over and over again, until we're all cummed out. Like the cars of a train going by, one after another." "Oh!" said Josie. "That would be wonderful! Can we do that now?" "Sorry, you little slut," Laura said with a laugh, "but it's nap time." Laura lay on her back so she could look at Josie. "We always have nap- time after sex." She turned her head and accepted tender kisses from Dana and Stephanie. She turned back to look at Josie, who understood immediately and kissed her, too. The four sissies snuggled up as close to each other as they could, shifting slightly until they were all comfortable and warm together. "Sweet dreams, girls," Stephanie said. The others echoed her, and soon they were all sleeping soundly. The heart of anyone that saw them would be warmed by the sight of four such beautiful, darling girls cuddled up so sweetly. *** *** *** Pamela stood up and walked to the living room window, the late morning sun casting a long shadow into the room behind her. She looked out at the quiet neighborhood street. A young boy and girl on bicycles rode past her home, laughing and shouting the way children do, without a care in the world. She felt a pang in her chest remembering how her own son was once so innocent. 'Goddess only knows what my little baby is going through,' she thought. She turned and looked at Linda. "So, what do we do?" she asked. Linda stood up from the couch where she'd been watching Pamela, and joined her at the window, wr