Sisters can be cruel
Sisters can be cruel”
I muttered to myself as I stripped off in front of 5 giggling teenage girls, and proceeded to put on the pink tutu, pink bra and cat’s ears and tail. My sister grabbed me by the neck and dragged me closer to the group, this is my little pervert of a brother she announced. We caught him with Glenda’s sister in their shed with his pants around his ankles, and his hand in her panties. I should have told his mother but I had a much better idea?. he is now our servant and he will tidy the playhouse and keep the costumes neat and tidy, “I think he needs a new name from now on, it will be known as Prudence kitten”. “oh yes and he has to do anything you ask him, with out question won’t you prudence”. I gulped and nodded, my mouth to dry too speak, “or I will be telling Glenda’s Dad and my mother on him”
God how did I get myself in this situation, I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. It all happened three days ago, it was the first day of the summer holidays. I was playing in a friends garden 4 houses from ours, there were three sisters, the eldest Glenda was a friend of my sister, one of the pansyvilla playhouse club, my sister was into amateur dramatics. She had turned our shed into her clubhouse, after my farther got a smaller one, closer to the house. Leaving the big abandoned shed, at the bottom of our garden, just out of sight of the house.
My sister and her friends had spent all last summer, cleaning, painting, and even putting curtains up.
They had painted the white door, with big pink letters pansyvilla playhouse. I was fascinated by it, but had never been able to peek inside, it was “top secret” she would say, and always padlocked.
Christine Glenda’s younger sister was the pretty one, well I thought so, with her long blonde hair, and cheeky smile. She was one school year younger than me, We often played in the holiday's. It was a hot sticky day, and they had the paddling pool out. I was in shorts and T-shirt. She was in a flowery bikini, I think her mother made it for her. We were left alone in the paddling pool, when my sister announced there was a dress rehearsal for Their next big play. And Glenda and the rest of her cronies, all followed my Sister, like ducklings followed a mother duck, “very bossy and domineering” my mother would describe her. Bloody little Hitler I joked.Christine smiled and giggled, “I’m getting all wrinkled.” “she said, as she put her hand in mine. “look see.” “I bet your Willy is all wrinkled too.” she laughed. I pulled the top of my shorts out about 4 inches. “no it isn’t.” Christine lent into me, trying to see. as I let the elastic snap back to hit my belly, making a splash, that wet both our faces. “Little chicken.” she said, “not.” “are so.” “you show me yours then.” I mocked. Christine stood up and stepped out of the pool she took three paces across the grass, turned and beckoned me to follow. “Come on hurry” she said, as she reached the shed door. I quickly jumped inside, as she swung the door shut.
Christine looked at me, said nothing as she sunk to her knees, took hold of my shorts, and tugged them down. Her eyes looked me up and down. “not much to look at” she giggled. Then she held out her hand and poked it. ”can I stroke it” “only if I can stroke yours” I said.
She started to run one
finger along the length of my cock. I felt it twitching, and she jumped up in surprise. She looked at me, grabbing my hand she stuffed it down her bikini bottoms. I started to stroke her with two fingers, it was my first time, and I didn’t know what to expect, or where to rub. I could just make out creases and my fingers started to explore. lost in the moment, I didn’t see the three faces at the shed window. the shed door swung open, we both froze “what are you doing you dirty little perv” my sister standing there with Glenda. And me with my shorts around my ankles, and hand in her sisters pants, and three of her mates peering through the window. I pulled my shorts up and ran. knocking them aside.
As I headed for the garden gate. “Wait till I tell our Mam”. I heard her shout.
For the rest of that day I hid down the alleyway, at the bottom of our street. half way down was an electricity compound.
I often jumped the wall to look for porn magazines, people would throw them over, for some reason. I was in that much shock, it was 15 or 20 minutes, before I noticed the new arrival. Carefully rolled, with two yellow elastic bands around it. I hesitated , it was right next to the big generator. Gav my bestie, had told me if you went too near, electricity could jump through the air, and hit you.
But I was toast anyway, so what did it matter. Once my sister grassed me up, my life was over, mum and dad were going to ground me for ever. As I crawled on my belly towards my prise,
I grabbed it and rolled quickly away, shutting my eyes, and waiting for the bang. OMG “that was close”. i told myself. As my attention now focused, on unfurling my price. “Playboy.” result I thought. and the pages all crisp and dry , not soggy, and damp like usually” I muttered. As I pored through it, fascinated by the center picture, of a woman lying naked, with a swan sat on her!. I had never seen anything like it. The afternoon flew by, as I thumbed it back and forth. Stopping and holding my breath, as groups of kids ran down the alley, shouting and giggling. My sister had sent out her spy’s, to search for me.
I emerged out of the alleyway, about 6 pm. I could tell it was tea time, as my belly was rumbling. And I’m sure I heard my mum, calling me in. As I entered the kitchen, my Dad was already tucking in , and grunted something like what time do you call this. My mum cuffed me round the ear, as I tried to grab a fork full of potatoes, “look at them hands!, Have you been down a coal mine?, Get them washed now”. As I ran my hands under the tap, my sister looked at me, and with a smirk on her face, said “guess what we saw today mum. But mum was busy topping my dad’s plate up and never answered her, my heart was in my mouth, and I was nearly crying as I sat down at the table. As I was finishing my food, mum looked up at my sister, and said what were you saying you saw, “oh yes as I was saying” she bleated out, as I tried to kick her under the table, “you little shit” you just kicked me, keep your feet still at the table, i think you have StVitus dance. This was one of my mums sayings, i never knew what they meant, but knew I was in trouble when one came out. My sisters giggling irritated mum, and she snapped don’t forget it’s your turn to wash up this week. As quick as a flash with a glint in her eye, Sam said Pauls doing my washing up turns this week, he owes me. “No” i started to say, but was cut off with. “as I was saying mum about today”. I cut her off. “oh yes I’m doing the washing up this week mum, I forgot. Well from that moment on I was a slave, in every sense of the word.
(To be continued )
Chapter 2
The next day I stayed in my room. playing with my Action men, I kept myself busy with a ball of my mums wool, it made a great zip line from my bedroom window, tied off at the bottom of the clothes line post. As I launched my three commandos for the first time. I saw my sister and her friends heading for the bottom of the garden. Right I thought I’ll have the go out on a mission to rescue my men. I slid down the bannister, and sneaked along the hall. Out the back door, two commando rolls across the grass, dam make that three. Mission accomplished. Three men rescued. “Paul.” shit I’m comprised. my sister poked her head around the side of my dad’s new shed. “Report to pansy Villa tomorrow at ten am.” Don’t be late, or else. “Www why” i spluttered, but she had gone. I picked up my men and skulked off to my bedroom, contemplating what was in store for me.
As I stood outside the white door, looking up at the pink writing. As I tentatively tapped on the door.