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Hateful sister I was the youngest child and only son with three older sisters. I was an unplanned surprise nine years after my youngest sister, arriving much to her horror, jealousy and disappointment. She hated me being the youngest and she hated me being a boy. After all I had displaced her as the youngest child, up until then she had been very spoilt throughout her childhood and believing she was the closest thing to a son my parents never had, she had grown up as into bullying tomboy. Of course, I didn't take much notice of her as I was a growing child, but from the age of 8 things suddenly changed. It all started one summer, father was never home much when I was little but at that summer after daily rows with my mother, he left us for good and I was left alone with my her and my big sister. Father leaving had left us quite poor, Mum had to go out to work, yet whilst my sister seemed to be well dressed whilst I had to do with hand me downs or second hand clothing. In school I had my school uniform of course, but sometimes, when the washing hadn't dried or was delayed because of Mum's work, then the vests I had to wear beneath my shirt were my sister's old ones that had been stored in the back of the airing cupboard. Mum never threw anything away and all my sister's old clothes had been stored in a big cardboard box which took up all the space at the back of the airing cupboard. Of course I made a fuss about having to wear them, wouldn't you, but her annoyed explanation was that my own meagre underwear was in the wash, either dirty or not dried and I was told to stop moaning. Everyone was cross, well crosser than normal, the summer after my father left. Both my mother and my sister seemed to take everything out on me and almost everything I did was wrong. One day I had been out playing in the woods by the house, wearing my one pair of play jeans and an old wooly jumper over an old school shirt. I didn't mean to fall into the muddy pool I just slipped and I really didn't think anything of it as I trudged into the house with a trail of muddy footprints behind me, but oh my god was I in trouble. I thought that the telling off would be a fairly normal shouting affair, but my mother's tears and exasperation were unusual. She almost hysterically screamed and sobbed about the state of my clothes, how I had no consideration for her and what the hell did I think she could find me to wear now. That was when my sister took over, she told my snuffling Mum not to worry and that she would deal with me. I was shocked at her intervention and blatant aggression towards me and to my embarrassment she told me to strip, right there and then in front of them both. There was no way I was going to do that and I looked to my mother for support but she was inconsolable. My sister swore vehemently at me and slapped me hard across the face. I was totally shocked, stunned and tears immediately sprang into my yes, she shook me hard and she grabbed me by the scruff of the neck ripping my dirty clothes off me. Throwing them in a pile outside the kitchen door she proceeded to drag me upstairs wearing only my vest and pants, whimpering and sobbing. I was terrified, upset, begging her that I was sorry, but she pushed me across the landing in front of her, thrusting me into her bedroom where she slapped me across the face again. I was quite disorientated, shocked and frightened, she had always scared me, but today she was in a terrible rage her face red in her anger as she screamed right at me to take off my remaining clothes. I was fully crying now, my face was on fire and it hurt, no one had ever done such a thing as that to me before, I was too scared to disobey her. She sat down angrily watching me as I slowly removed my underwear, I did so feeling terribly self-conscious and humiliated about stripping naked in front of her like that, even though she had often seen me getting into the bath when I was just little. I remember a sobbing fear gripping me inside my tummy and I remember apologising to her and begging her through my tears, telling her that I was sorry and I promised I'd be a good boy. She caught me by the shoulders, she was a strong well-built girl and she held me tightly. In a matter of moments, before I even knew what she was doing she had me off the floor and over her knees. It happened so suddenly, a matter of seconds from when she had grabbed me, I was actually face down over her knees and I was terrified. The spanking was probably only ten smacks, I don't know, but it seemed to go on forever and it hurt me like hell, my poor bum felt on fire and I was crying continuously by the time she stopped. When she pushed me off her and I stood up, I remember her saying "You're a cry baby girl aren't you?" I just stood there broken and sobbing beside her, apologising profusely, ready to say anything to appease her and to stop this horrible episode. "Y yes Di, I'm sorry Di, please I'm sorry." I blubbed It was then that she went to the airing cupboard and coming back to me still sobbing, she dumped a pile of clothes on the bed in front of me. She spat an order for me to dress in them, "Put them on." But they were all girl's clothes, I looked at them through my tears in a horrified disdain, "But, bit, T they're all g girl's clothes." I sobbed as I tried to beg her not to make me wear them, but one look at her face was enough to see her anger, what sort of violent retribution would I face if I even tried to refuse. I hated it and kept begging quietly (I hate to say I sobbed and whimpered but I did). The pants weren't the white cotton things I had been made to wear to school occasionally, they were nylon and pink knickers and very obviously girly. The pink slip matched it and its' cool fabric against my bare skin made me feel curiously shivery as I put it on. However, it didn't end there and after much ignored sobbing and pleading she had me dressed in an old pink and cream satin party dress that was so short (upper thigh) that it showed the knickers each time I moved. I just wanted to go into my bedroom to hide, but she wasn't finished, on top of what I've already described, she also produced a pair of thigh long white socks with pink flowers on them. (I distinctly remember the elasticated garters that held them up) and a pair of red children's high heeled shoes that she had had in a dressing up box when she was a girl. I felt odd, embarrassed and awful as she forced me twirl and parade about for her and then to my utmost horror, when she was satisfied she dragged me back downstairs to show my Mum. Mum laughed out loud when she saw me, then she actually told my sister she had done well. Mum turned to me smiling broadly and I remember she said, "You had better learn to keep those things clean." Mum got up from her seat and went to a drawer in the dining room where she took out an apron which she said I was to wear and turning me around she tied it tightly about my waist. My sister and she spoke quietly for a few moments as I stood there wishing I could just run away or disappear into the ground. Then Mum turned to me, it was like she was talking to a little child, she told me that I was to work for the rest of the day doing household chores under my sister's supervision she said that I had to learn my lesson. It was the start of the long summer holidays from School and my sister, her name is Diana incidentally, must have been overjoyed by what she had done to me, how my Mum had accepted it and even condoned it. She was probably pleased too with the way she had treated me, making me cry and how she had actually made me obey her. I had to wear those horrible girly clothes all the rest of that day and even when I went to bed that night to my disgust, a stupid pink Barbie nightie awaited me on my bed. I thought it would be all over, I had learned my lesson, accepted my punishment, done what they had told me to do and did my best to be more than polite and humble. However, unfortunately it wasn't all over and in fact it, unbeknown to me, was only just beginning. The next morning, it must have been Monday as Mum had already gone off to work and Di was suddenly there at my bedside, waking me up. "Please, please Di, please don't make me wear them again, please." I begged eyeing the things she had in her hands. "Put them on," she almost spat in her haughty aggression as she spoke and I could immediately see there was no persuading her, I had no alternative. There were clean pants, well I should call them knickers really because in actual fact that was what they were. Once again that cool slippery slip which made me feel so odd and that ludicrously short dress that embarrassed and humiliated me. Disturbingly when I looked in the mirror I saw a girl dressed in a short, short dress and glimpsing her knickers peeping beneath its' hem, it made me feel so odd that I confusingly felt my young maleness start to tingle in those maddeningly silky knickers. I could see Diana looking at me and I caught a sly smile on her face before she dragged me downstairs to do the chores she had again planned for me. I remember telling her that I was hungry, but food wasn't to be until later. During that day, each time I passed her I felt a touch on my bum, it made me jump, it always made me jump and each time she laughed but I was too scared to complain further. I can feel that touch even now and it still makes me wriggle, a little nervous and uncomfortable, yet it does arouse me too. Mum came home from work at six, I had helped Di get her dinner ready for her, wearing the apron again to protect the clothes she had made me wear. Mum was surprised to see me wearing the dress again, but Di had a long talk with her about me having not learnt my lesson yet and anyway my clothes had not been cleaned. Mum and Di were very close, she seemed able to twist her around her little finger and soon mum was nodding and agreeing with her. "You are absolutely right love, I leave him in your hands, well it's you I rely on to have to look after him every day whilst I'm in work, so you would know better than anybody if he had learnt his lesson yet, I don't know where I would be without you." I was almost in tears aghast at this horrible endorsement of my sister's actions, I didn't know where I could turn for help. That day she found some reason to reprimand me and that evening just before bed was the beginning of what was, to my utmost distress, to become a regular thing. She brought me upstairs after we had eaten supper and I'd finished washing up and tidying the kitchen. She pushed me into her bedroom and grabbing me by the arm span me round, sitting down as she did so, taking me over her knees. Holding me there tightly as I wriggled and begged her to let me go, she pulled my knickers down and spanked on my bare bottom until I ended up being sent to bed sobbing. It became a fearful hopeless anticipation at the end of each of the next few days that week as she dragged me into her bedroom each evening and each time I ended going to bed in tears, she was slowly breaking me. However, on Thursday evening, when whilst trembling over her knees as she began spanking me her fingers from her other hand suddenly crept between my legs and then they were on me grasping me as she spanked me. I didn't scream no and I didn't scream stop it, though I should have, I was too scared to do that. But then her fingers began stroking me, and suddenly my little thing was stiff and trembling and I wasn't whimpering anymore I was moaning and suddenly I loved it, I wanted it and I didn't want her to stop. I went to bed confused and feeling strange, my bottom was hot from the prolonged spanking but my little thing seemed to have a life of its own and didn't want to go down, I tossed and turned that night, sleep evading me. That weekend I had no respite and she continued dressing me as a girl, mum didn't work at the weekend and she asked Di about it as I stood in front of her. I was totally shocked when I heard her response. She told Mum that I'd begged her to carry on wearing the girl's clothes, she said that I'd said that I loved being dressed that way. My squeak of anguished denial was crushed as Di pinched my bottom hard. "Anyway, mum when she, uh I mean he's dressed like this he is just as obedient as a little girl." And she laughed. Mum looked at me. "You're right love, I've noticed how he has become much more helpful and he does make a good little sissy doesn't he." She laughed loudly too. So, to my horror we started a second week of this hateful humiliation by my sister. It was after being made to scuttle out across the yard to put the washing out on the clothes line whilst feeling horribly self-conscious and praying that I would not be seen if someone came up the lane to the house, that Mum dropped the bombshell. She had Di bring me into the lounge where I stood in front of her, then she told me that she was going off to her sister for a few weeks to sort out her divorce "I'm going to finally get rid of that useless man, like all bloody useless men your dam father." Diana was to be left in charge of me. "Now you had better behave yourself for your sister, because if I hear that you have been difficult, there will be trouble, do you understand?" I looked at her aghast hardly knowing what to say. "I've also told your sister that if she has any problems she is to call on your Uncle William and he will sort things out." I was horrified Uncle William was mum's friend, he lived in a farm close by and he had been introduced to us as Uncle William when I was much younger. I thought that he was a creepy man but Diana seemed to really like him and when he visited us they would both chat and laugh together. Diana and mum had obviously been discussing mum's trip and whilst Diana had readily agreed, I hadn't even been consulted. So, to my complete horror, I was to be left with her looking after me and being told to behave for my sister or else. She had even begun to make me wear those knickers at night now and much to my own confusion when I was finally able to get to sleep I was waking with wet dreams. She woke me again the next morning with an arm full of underwear, I could see her looking at me as I crawled out of bed. Just seeing her was making my head buzz with so many different emotions now, fear being probably the biggest one, yet somewhere somehow my captured maleness was also tingling. With a careful peep up at her I could see her looking at my sticky panties with a smile on her lips. Her voice was harsh though and I was sent to the bathroom to clean myself up and to get back to her quickly. As was becoming the norm, I was so terrified of my big sister that I rushed and obeyed her in fear of her further physical anger, the clothes were laid out on the bed, please forgive my listing them but I am sure you will see how they made me feel when I saw them. The Panties were obviously her old ones, but they were pink and white and extremely sheer, a filmy fine material that clung but didn't hide. There was a training bra this was white the sort young girls wear and a white suspender belt with little pink flowers on the dangling suspenders. I didn't really have any idea what they were but I know now of course. White stockings and a very short petticoat or slip (I had no idea of the proper name) this was white too and like the previous one made from a slippy satin material. Instead of that that awful horrible short dress that I had been made to wear all the last week, there was a new absurdly frilly very very young little girly dress in whites and pinks with lace and taffeta together with a pair of heeled shoes (I was size 4 then, I am not that much bigger now, size 7), they were shoes my sister had had when she was just a young girl. I was horrified, she couldn't expect me to wear these things, I had never even seen girls wearing things like that, normally the girls I'd seen at that time wore slacks or on occasion skirts and blouses. I tried pleading I really did, I even begged her, but she warned me that she would slap me if I didn't do as I was told and when she raised her hand, I just hurried whimpering to do as she said. I dressed with her directing me, cajoling me and cursing me, my fingers all a tremble, my heart in my throat, those mixed emotions growing and buzzing in my head. I hated what I was doing, I hated putting these more and more obviously feminine clothes on, but I was scared to death of her. But to my confusion my silly willy was being stupid and twitching like crazy and if anything, that upset and embarrassed me even more. When she finally had me dressed to her satisfaction she thrust me out onto the landing and again she was behind me pushing as we went downstairs. Mum was there in the hallway wearing her coat a case was beside her, she looked at my sister and addressed herself to her. She asked her if she was sure and my sister mysteriously replied "Of course, it is the only way." Then she turned to me. "We have to take Mum to the station." Those words turned me to jelly, I tried to tell her that I would run back upstairs and change, but oh no she wouldn't have it and her hand was again raised to slap me as she pushed me through the door out to the car. Mum and she sat in the front and I sat in the back as we drove to the station, I cringed down trying to hide from view from anyone and everyone. We live in a very rural area and luckily the station is quite rural too, Diana pulled the car to a stop outside in the small car park across from the station building and she got out of the car then going around to the boot she opened it and helped Mum take her case out. She looked towards me, asking me why I wasn't going to say good bye to Mum. "Bye Mum," I mumbled through the window still trying to make myself invisible. Oh no, that wasn't good enough for my sister and she made a real point telling me to get my lazy body out there to kiss Mum goodbye properly. I remember looking round fearfully to see if anyone was looking, the old cleaner was sweeping in front of the station and nosily looking across at the car. Di wrenched the door open and with little choice I wriggled out trying to hide behind it whilst making myself look small. I kissed Mum and mumbled goodbye again, but as I was kissing her offered cheek I felt myself being pushed to one side and to my dismay that last little security was lost as Di shut the car door. I was so self-conscious now, I couldn't look towards the man, I was trying to look away, my hands trying to pull the hem of my dress down as much as possible. They were taking so long to say goodbyes and talk and all the time I could feel the eyes of that cleaner boring into me as I stood there. Eventually Mum went off to get her ticket and my sister told me to get into the front seat, I had the door open quicker than that, but then I realised that if I just jumped into the seat that man would get a real eyeful of my panties, my bottom too because they did little to conceal. I stood there for a few seconds in torment wondering what to do then swivelling round I carefully sat back on the seat frantically pull the hem of my dress down as I carefully swung my legs in and there was Di grinning once again as if in some sort of triumph. "This afternoon we are going to Uncle William for tea, so you had better keep yourself clean and pretty for him." I couldn't believe what she was saying, surely she wouldn't, couldn't bring me to see Uncle William, not dressed like this, oh my god surely she wouldn't. My face couldn't have been redder my heart couldn't have been beating harder my voice inside my head screaming noo oh god noo yet my stupid willy was twitching again. Hatefull Sister Part 3 By the time we returned from seeing mum off at the station I was so wound up and making such a fuss that when we got into the house my sister suddenly flew into a huge rage. I backed away as she started screaming at me and then turned on my heel to run and hide from her. The trouble was, I was wearing heels and she wasn't, on top of that I just wasn't used to walking in them let alone running. She caught me as I got to the stairs and she dragged me kicking and screaming in to the lounge, I remember saying over and over, I'm not going I'm not going, you can't make me. (this was about going to my uncle's house) I was wriggling and struggling so much, we were almost wrestling, but she was a big girl, almost a woman and I was a weedy little boy, so she soon had me overpowered. Where the belt came from she tied my wrists with, I am not sure but I suddenly felt my wrists being bound and I couldn't get them free. I have no idea how long it took but all I know is that I felt exhausted, very upset and tied over the back of one of the armchairs with my head down and my legs dangling. She must have been quite mad because her face was very red, yet she also seemed odd, elated, almost excited. She was calling me a spoilt bitch and I felt her lifting that awful short skirt, she said she would teach me a lesson for arguing with her and I felt those damn panties being pulled down to my knees. She did it painfully slowly, almost teasingly and the crazy thing was that I was getting aroused, she had played with my willy so often before when she had spanked me, that the mere thought of a spanking was starting to make it twitch. She took her time, feeling my bum and between my legs before she started and my god did she start. I think it was a hairbrush or something that she used, I remember the stinging pain and screaming and crying then begging her to stop. It hurt my poor defenceless bum so much and even though I wriggled and squirmed I just couldn't get away from it, I couldn't escape her continual beating. In the end I would have agreed to anything, done anything, accepted anything, just to make her stop. "Will you behave and do whatever I tell you," she hissed in my ear. Sobbing with real tears running down my cheeks I whimpered, "Yes Di." "And will you come to uncle William's house with me like a good "girl"," she slid her hand between my legs as she spoke, her fingers slipping around my little thing. Then she repeated her words as her fingers began to move over me. "Will you be a good girl when you come to see Uncle William with me?" I remember those words as she stroked me, my mind twisted between the ecstasy of her touch and the fear her words instilled in me. "You like uncle William don't you?" she persisted. My bum was stinging badly but my stupid willy was responding to her teasing fingers, she knew she had me on an edge, I was almost panting I was so close. I whimpered, "Yess." I just couldn't stop myself. How can I possibly describe it, I didn't want to go to see Uncle William, I really didn't like him at all, I always thought he was a creepy dirty old man, I couldn't see what mum and Di saw in him, but my head was full of the sensations that she, my own sister was giving me. It was all I could think about and in reality, I suppose I would have agreed to anything for her to carry on, I just couldn't help myself. "You'll be a good girl and be really nice for him wont you?" I was so close on the verge of exploding, I couldn't concentrate on anything let alone her words and I'm sure I didn't know what I was saying, after all I would never have said what I did. I just wanted to cum so badly that I couldn't stop myself from moaning, "Yes, yes, yes." Over and over. She stopped then, leaving me so frustratingly near to my climax, so, so near. She untied me, telling me she wanted me to look tidy for our trip over to his house, my mind a mangled mess of emotion. Let me apologise for my inadequacy in trying to describe these events to you, even now I get emotional and, well umm I blushingly admit aroused by recalling what happened. Let me be perfectly honest here, I had never previously dressed up in girl's clothes before and my comments about the man we called Uncle William were true at the time. I didn't like him and was only nice to him because I was told to be. It's funny though, I was and still am a shy soft and submissive person and being confronted with the dominance of someone, you can understand how they can bend you to their will and how that can change you. Just to bring you all up to date, i had been left in the care of my older sister, who was an extremely jealous person and set out to humiliate and demean me. She had made me dress in girl's clothes, sometimes with dresses so short that my panties were being flashed at my every move. She had persuaded my mother that this was the best way to discipline me and I had had to accompany her to the railway station to see my mother off dressed just like that. However unbeknown to me at that time, she had become very close to a man who we had known as long as I can remember and who we called Uncle William. I had always thought that he was a lecherous, "dirty old man" and hated it when he came to visit. He would always be playfully smacking me on the bum every time I walked past close to him and when he came to tea I was made to sit on his lap where he would play horsey and bounce me up and down astride his knee. (this was long before my sister had started forcing me into these girl clothes). My sister had seemingly become more and more friendly with him and had often popped over to see him at his house. My mother agreed with her that it was awful that he was so lonely and that he was such a nice and generous man (I didn't think so). My sister knew my feelings, I suppose I must have blurted it out once to her and had suffered from the row that she gave me as a result. Recently she had begun to talk more about him saying to mum that I should go and visit him with her, Mum crazily agreed and since then she had been threatening me that we must go and visit him at his farm house a few miles away. Of course, this was all before she started this terrible dressing punishment and now the thought of him seeing me dressed as she was forcing me to dress was almost too humiliating to think of. On top of that I was getting an awful terrible feeling of impending humiliation about what he might say when he saw me like that and what he might want me to do when we were there. On our return home from the station we had supposedly been picking something up from home for him, but I had made such a fuss about the visit that it had sent her into a rage and she had soundly spanked me on my bare bottom. On top of it all, when she had finished spanking me she had stroked me to such an arousal that she had made me beg her to take me to visit him. Like a stupid simpering idiot, I had agreed in small panting gasps. She took her time as I was made to put on make-up, with her assistance and direction such a weirdly odd experience which made me feel so confused. With heavy sticky red lips and dressed in those appallingly sissy clothes I was brought out to her car, my heart pounding so hard it made me feel quite faint and my face on fire with shame. The journey was all too quick, later I found out she had rang on ahead to him and later still I found out that they had both been planning the whole thing for a very long time. She stopped the car just outside his garage across the farm yard from the house, the door was open already and he was standing there smiling, I can still remember it vividly, that smile on his face. She got out of the car and came around and opened my door, I was terrified and could hardly move, I just didn't want to do this I couldn't face him, I looked at her with pleading eyes, but her face showed it all "Just you try it," she hissed. I suppose my fear of her, I knew what she was capable of, what she could do, would do to me if I disobeyed her. I got out trying to pull my dress down over my thighs as far as possible. "Don't be so stupid," she barked and slapped my hand away. Then gripping my hand tightly in hers she led me over to meet him in the doorway. "Well hello little girl" he began, "Your lovely sister has told me all about you and we are both here to teach you how to be a good little girl aren't we Di?" To my shock, they kissed and I mean they kissed properly. I was led or should I say I was dragged into the living room, I was so humiliated, too frightened to speak when reaching the centre of the room she turned to me and said "Now give your Uncle William a nice kiss to tell him how happy you are to see him." I wanted to run I remember trying to pull my hand from hers but she held on to me so fiercely "Kiss him you little bitch," she almost spat in my face and shoved me towards him. Those big rough hands of his were around me before I could react, pulling me close to him, his face all red blotches and hairy nostril coming closer and closer and I could hear her voice behind me. "Give him a nice kiss now there's a good girl." My head was being tilted back I was trying to bend my neck to escape, but those big lips were suddenly against mine crushing harder forcing my own sticky red lips apart until his big thick repulsive tongue was pushing through them making me shudder and gag. He held me tightly not stopping until I had weakened in my struggle to get free and I was soft and gasping in his hold. Then somehow, for some stupid, some stupid crazy horrible reason that I shall never understand, I was starting to kiss him back. My tongue was being entwined, dominated by his, my heart thrumming wildly and my breath coming in short little pants. He knew I was beaten then, I am sure of it, I felt his hand slip up beneath my dress, up over my bum feeling me through that silky sheer material. I was so confused, the strangest feelings were going through me, revulsion, humiliation, horror, hate, yet for some awful, confusing reason, I was also feeling a whimpering arousal deep inside my stomach. He was so strong that I felt like a doll in his grasp and when he sat down in his huge armchair without letting me go, I found myself almost dragged down until I was sitting on his knee, his legs apart and my own legs asunder. His touch seemed to be everywhere all at the same time, my dress had got rucked up around my waist and the sheer panties were all that was separating my bare bum and his trousered leg. Diana was standing there beside me, I felt out of control and almost mesmerised by her as I watched her hand reaching forward between us, to Uncle William's rough brown trousers. She undid the waist button then slowly pulled the zip down. I couldn't take my eyes away, I just couldn't, the weirdest horror growing, yet insanely I somehow couldn't stop myself staring at what she was revealing. I felt two things happen to me as I watched fearfully, first I realised I was trembling all over, I was so scared, yet my emotions were confused. Second, Uncle William, whose left arm was around me holding me, slid his other hand up under that little girl dress I was wearing, between my legs and his thick fingers started to tickle me there. His touch made me wriggle and gasp, Diana had pulled his zip right down then and pulling his trousers apart out sprang his..his ..well his cock. I must have jumped a little in shock and he laughed softly in my ear. He wasn't wearing underwear, his thing just seemed to jump out, spring up, I had never seen a man's willy before, in fact I had never seen any willy except my own, which Diana scorned when she touched it. It seemed huge though, it was thick and long to my eyes, stiff and shining and crazily I felt mesmerised I couldn't take my eyes off it. "Touch it," she hissed those words in my ear from behind me. "You know you want to." I think I was panting, I was certainly trembling and the feel of his big fingers 'tickling' me through my panties were driving me insane. I reached out a hesitant nervous hand, I couldn't stop myself, it was as if I was hypnotised. It was so hot, soft yet hard and stiff yet springy. "Hold it for me little girl," he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling as he spoke, his damnable fingers teasing me through those, my, panties. Slowly nervously, scared and really not wanting to, yet unable to supress the craving feelings he was creating in my loins, I put my hand around it. Its heat burnt into my palm, a hot throbbing dampness on my hand. "Let's get more comfortable shall we baby." His voice was soft and deep. My touch was broken and I felt myself being pushed off his knee. It was Diana who spun me round, I was in a daze, this was like some weird nightmare, I remember her face, it was full of excitement and she seemed oddly ecstatic. She and he pulled me on to his lap facing him then, my legs about him, his thing between us as he pulled me close against him. I could feel its heat suddenly against me, against my own willy, tingling from his teasing, through those thin, thin, sheer panties. "Now we can kiss properly can't we little girl." He was speaking softly but I could see the excitement in his eyes too. His breath smelt of tobacco, that smell today still makes me quiver, his lips touched mine, inside my head my brain was telling me no this is wrong, stop it. I felt his huge hot willy rub against my little one, it felt nice, more than nice, I gasped and his mouth closed over mine, his tongue inside over and around my own, his arms gripping me to him. Suddenly something snapped inside me and it was as if we were in a writhing sexually charged clinch I couldn't help it, it was weird, I knew deep down that I didn't want this but I couldn't stop myself, the stupid tingling feeling in my idiotic penis was taking over my mind screaming to be released. I have no idea how long he held me there, rubbing against me, kissing me, in those all overpowering kisses, I felt weak dazed, it seemed all my senses had focussed on my loins and his mouth, nothing else seemed to exist. I don't know what he said, if anything then, all I know was Diana was helping me off him to my feet. I felt her hands under my dress and her pulling those sheer horrible hateful, wonderful panties down off me. I had no realisation, I felt her do it and it felt sexy, but I had no thought other than that. She turned me round to face her, her face was red and she seemed insanely excited, she held my dress up it was like she was smiling to herself, I felt his hand on my bum and she pushed me backwards onto his lap again. His cock was between my legs at first, rubbing under my tiny testicles, then in a swift jerk, I felt it against my bum and then between the cheeks of my bum. I was a trembling mess of nerves and some fear yet I am embarrassed to say, I am sure my own little willy was quite erect at the sensations he was causing within me. He brought his lips to my ear and neck, his prickly chin tickling me before that body melting sensation as he kissed my neck in a long sucking kiss, unbeknown to me, the first of many love bites. I whimpered and wriggled as he did it over and over, wriggling against the wetness his cock was producing, more and more smearing that wetness over and between my soft cheeks. I noticed Diana, I don't know why, it wasn't as if I was even aware of anything other than him, yet I do remember seeing her. She was sat in a chair eyes glued on us, legs apart, shockingly naked down there, I'd never seen her naked like that before, her hand between her legs. Yet I didn't care or think at the sight as the more he kissed and sucked my neck and ear the more I wriggled and the more I wriggled the more I became aware of his wet stiffness pushing against me. I would tense at the feel, but his sucking lips were turning me to jelly, making me relax that spot again and bit by tiny bit I felt more and more of his invasion into me. I don't know how long it took, I was unable to feel or think anything anymore, when the terrible unstopping pain suddenly came in my bum. He held me still "Hush baby girl, relax now" his words were followed by his sexual sucking kisses, the pain excruciating bringing whimpering tears to my eyes, trickling down my cheeks until it weirdly subsided leaving a strange, fullness, a never-ending discomfort. I didn't realise I'd started moaning high pitched gasping moans, I'd no idea that I was wriggling on him, my own quivering penis dribbling. "You're my little cunt now, you're my gay sissy baby girl aren't you?" His voice was louder, fiercer in my ear. I was panting in the wild arousal he'd created in me. "Aren't you?" He seemed suddenly aggressive, I would have done anything to achieve my begging climax and I just couldn't help myself. "Yess Uncle yesss, yesss."