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Life at home had changed, especially since dad was now involved. Complicated, too. Let me try to simplify:
I'm a cross dressing to my younger sister, Eileen. At first it was blackmail, but somewhere along the line I learned to love it. Now, every moment I'm home, I live to serve her. I wear what she says, do what she tells me... I'm completely at her mercy. My parents know about this, and pretend to disapprove in front of one another.
The truth is, neither of them mind it at all. My mother, as far as Eileen is concerned, is a sexual play thing for me to have fun with whenever she wants to reward me. My mother won't admit it in front of dad, but she loves the hell out of that fact. My father fucks me in what he thinks is secret. He has no clue that Eileen entirely anticipated him getting turned on by the situation, and that he would want to fuck me repeatedly (and has been doing so). However, he has been secretive enough to hide it from my mother - she has no clue that my dad is fucking me as much as I'm fucking her.
Anyway, Eileen and I finally got some time to ourselves again, both mom and dad out on a date. Since they were already aware of everything, I was already dressed up in a denim mini skirt and white spaghetti strap tank top, with tan pantyhose covering my legs. As usual when we were alone together, Eileen started on my as soon as my father closed the door behind him.
"Finally," she said, crawling over me on the recliner in the living room. She pressed her lips to mine and manuvered her tongue into my mouth, while her hand caressed my inner thigh until it reached my cock. I was already hard as hell, wearing no panties under the pantyhose; once Eileen had discovered how much that aroused me, she never again allowed me to wear panties under pantyhose.
I moaned at her touch while returning her kiss, feeling a wet spot of precum forming in the front of my pantyhose. Suddenly, Eileen stopped and stood from the chair. "I got something for ya," she told me, walking upstairs. She returned with a box, dropping it in the center of the living room. "Get changed, and don't make me wait."
Opening the box, I found a purple and white cheerleading uniform. I guessed that it was custom made, because there were no team logos of any kind, and it was just the right size. There were even pom-poms with it. It didn't take me long to change into it (right in front of Eileen), and I instantly fell in love with it. The skirt barely fell below my ass cheeks, and with no connected panty, my hard-on peeked out from underneath. The top showed no belly, but it was sleeveless and low-cut.
"I love it," I said to Eileen.
"I didn't get it for you," she replied. "Now pick up the pom-poms and do a cheer."
"But... I don't know any cheers."
"Then think of one. How long you take and how good it is will decide how much I give you right now."
What was I to do? I had never cheered before, and now I had to come up with a cheer in the next few seconds. It went without saying, that when Eileen offered reward for the task at hand, failure did not go unpunished.
I must have taken longer than I realized, because the next thing I knew, Eileen took me firmly by the wrists and hauled me upstairs. She had a stripper pole in her bedroom that she would use to discipline me, and I never entered her room unless she was displeased.
"Eileen, please," I begged, but I knew it was pointless. Without saying a word, Eileen pressed my back to the pole, pulled my arms behind it, and tied my wrists together with silk scarfs. She used a second one to gag me, and third and fourth to bind my shoulders and waistline to the pole, and a fifth to tie my ankles together and to the pole.
I tried to beg for more time, but couldn't get any clear words through the scarf in my mouth. Just as I gave up on it, the teasing soon began. Using her long, press-on nails, Eileen began ever-so-lightly scratching the bottom of my shaft, from balls to head. Yes, it felt good beyond what I can put into words, but considering I wouldn't be able to cum from it, it was also sheer torture.
I moaned a pleading moan, wishing Eileen to stop. But she would not. She continued, keeping my on the brink of orgasm, but not letting me achieve it. Finally, she stopped. She removed the scarf from my mouth. "I hope you've thought of something?" she said. I had, and I wasn't going to waste any time in saying my cheer.
"One, two, three, four, you're the one I'm horny for. Five, six, seven, eight, so goddamn hard I cannot wait."
There was a long pause of silence, Eileen not making any facial movements either. Finally, she smiled. "Not the best I've heard," she said, "but I appreciate the effort. That's what I'm rewarding." With that, Eileen untied me completely. I still leaned against the pole, and my sister turned her back to me. She bent forward and lifted her mini skirt, revealing that she was nude underneath it. "Now fuck me, doggie style."
Without hesitation, I grabbed Eileen by her hips and pushed my aching cock into her wet pussy. I had never had her in this position before. It felt so good that I didn't even realize I was speeding up. Suddenly, I was finishing, my hot cum shooting into my sister's willing pussy. I remained inside of her when I was finished, letting myself become flaccid and fall out, rather than pull out willingly. At long last, she stood upright again, and left the room without looking back.
*FOOTNOTE*
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