A Sister's Revenge Ch. 07

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Once Michael was in the parking lot, he saw only one car there and assumed it had to be Roberta's.

"Is that your car," the boy asked with excitement. "I mean, this is really yours?"

"That's it, honey," Robert answered, catching up to the boy as he was standing next to the vehicle. "That's my little baby all right."

The car, a 2009 cherry red Corvette ZR1 convertible, was in mint condition and he'd never seen such a beautiful machine before. Walking around it, Michael gazed upon this magnificent wonder in awe and simply couldn't believe he'd be given the chance to ride in such a car. Truth be known, he was very leery of riding in it for fear of doing some sort of damage to it.

This was Robert's pride and joy and was definitely living up to the image of "pussywagon" as it was purported to be, that he'd hoped it would. The love and care he gave this car came in second only to the love and care he showed Jacqueline, his wife of 14 years, whom he truly cherished above anything else.

Arriving at the convertible, as the top was up, Michael was left standing at the door, waiting for Robert to unlock the door and let him inside.

"Here Michelle, let me get that," Robert said as he walked up to the front passenger door. He had automatic locks installed and could have unlocked it the moment he walked out of Cindy's store, but wanted this chance to have a hands-on opportunity to assist the boy into the car himself.

Once the door was opened Michael found himself facing an unexpected difficulty. Although this one Robert was taking as a gift from Heaven, Michael realized he'd had had no practice whatsoever entering or exiting a car dressed as he was. little that

What with the 3-inch heels, sexy sequined dress wrapped tightly around his well-proportioned and quite busty body that fell to only about 3 or so inches above his knees, Michael was ill prepared to take on such a new feminine task with his totally limited experience. However, all this simply helped Robert move deeper into phase 3 of his plan to seduce this sexy beauty before him.

"Here Michelle, let me help," Robert said helpfully. "Because the car is so low to the ground, you must first bend over like so."

As he bent the boy over so his back was parallel to the ground she then had him bend his knees to crawl into the seat like so.

"That way, Michelle," he explained. "This way those precious but deadly heels of yours won't accidentally dig in and rip the soft leather seat covers."

Michael thought this was a most ridiculous way to enter a car, but then he'd only gotten into and out of cars as a boy, and his family had never been so dressed up when he'd seen them do the same – they were always almost dressed just like him in jeans and tops. So he really had no idea this was not the way, and did as she instructed. 'After all, she would know best, right? Right!' he figured, still feeling ridiculous as he continued doing as Robert instructed.

Unknowingly, once Michael was on his left knee on the seat, the back of his dress rode up so high as to reveal all of his gaffe since his panties had never been replaced to cover them. And right where Robert knew it would be was the hole put there to allow for easy anal penetration. Robert then, upon pretense of assisting Michael into the car, put his hand gently upon his exposed gaffe-protected rear-end and, after a light push, touched his middle finger upon the puckered ring of his anal opening.

"Oh...Ohh?" Michael almost moaned, and even pushed back a bit, actually causing the first knuckle of Robert's finger to be forced inside the tight, virgin opening.

"Nnngghhh...gaaahhh!" he cried out a bit more loudly, wondering what was going on as Robert, instead of removing the offending digit, pushed it in even further, going now up to his second knuckle, then pulled and pushed the invader back and forth in a gentle, steady rhythm.

Pausing there, leaving the finger where it was while just wiggling it around a little, Robert, bent next to Michael's face and began speaking in a low, throaty whisper, "Oh sweetie, do you really like that? That does really feel nice, doesn't it? Oh yes, I know it does.

"But I also know that proper women aren't really supposed to like having their butts crammed full of hot meat like that, are they? No, they aren't. Only sluts do things like that and really like it.

"I don't care though, because I really like you. And because I like you so much, I'm really glad you like this kind of ass play, because now us girls can have lots and lots of fun together. Now you can be my slut too, Michelle. You'd like that, wouldn't you Michelle? Huh, wouldn't you?"

As Robert continued talking, he kept up the ass play with Michael, beginning again to thrust his finger in and out even harder, but now trying to push past the second knuckle. Once Robert was finished talking, Michael realized he'd managed to push his finger completely in and out of his now less resistant but still extremely sensitive ass hole

Michael found himself quickly succumbing to the lustful desires Robert, seen as Roberta through his eyes, was bringing about in his body. Michael felt much less guilt for having these desires while knowing it was a woman bringing these heavenly feelings up rather than that awful man from earlier.

The thing was, despite the way Michael looked or dressed or was treated, even despite the obvious growths on his chest and their luscious sensitivity when played with, in his mind he still felt himself more a boy than a girl.

So when a boy or man did these things to him, these same things the lovely Roberta was now performing on him, well, it just wasn't right. It felt just damn wrong and he just couldn't allow it, no sirreee bob!

But this Roberta was so nice to him, he really didn't mind this little bit of ass play. After all, it was kind of like what he'd shared with Cindy, and he had really enjoyed that. He was just surprised that since he knew she saw him as a girl, that she would want to play with him like this. After all, girls pretty much only had sex with guys, didn't they? Even Cindy, when they played around together, played with each other as a guy and a girl, and even though the guy had tits, they still were aware of the others differing gender.

'But hell,' Michael was thinking. 'This feels so great. And besides, if all she wants from me is to let her play with my ass a little and enjoy the sensations and be her little slut, then I can handle that. After all, is that such a big thing to ask? Anyway, it really feels good, and I really want her to keep going.'

As Michael was pondering over these thoughts of his, Robert was spending that same time relishing just how much this little sissy here was going so gaga over the fondling he was giving the boy's asshole.

He knew that Michael was only showing his true colors here because the boy thought it was his nice girlfriend playing with him and not some male pervert getting his jollies by molesting his butt hole. He couldn't wait till they got home where he'd really get this boy under his control and then teach him the fine arts of male-male sex.

Finally Robert said, "Well Michelle, as much as we're enjoying ourselves here, we can't stay here all day now, can we? We really must get a move on."

As he said 'move,' Robert gave Michael an insistent push on his rear and in so doing, pushed his finger into the boy's ass hole as deep as he was able. Finding he'd actually reached the boy's prostate by this action, Robert curled his finger upward some to tickle the gland, and as he helped settle the boy into his seat, began to slowly and teasingly caress and massage the prostate, milking it for a short while, even as Michael sat down firmly on his hand.

Once he finished doing so, his finger remained embedded as Michael shuddered gently and moaned softly as he slowly slumped into his seated position.

Robert, feeling the shudder as the boy slumped upon his hand, and upon hearing his slight moan, understood the reason and realized Michael had, as he was trying to get him to do, cum once again in his gaffe. 'At least this time he didn't faint,' Robert chuckled to himself.

Sensing the boy's current weakened state, Robert leaned in and slipped Michael's seat belt around his torso. Getting up, he suddenly noticed that he was almost face to face with the nearly lifeless boy, who was again struck him by how overwhelmingly beautiful he was.

Finding himself trapped once again by his unbidden and lustful desires, Robert was unable to help himself and so, allowing those voracious urgings and cravings to overtake his good sense, he grabbed Michael tightly by his recently applied curls, held fast to them, and turned to look into his adorable blue eyes.

For the first time he saw there an almost a mirror-like reflection of his own from 20 years back and, relishing the thought, pulled Michael's face to his lips, covering the boy's entire countenance with deep, lavish kisses. For the next 5 minutes in fact Robert alternately nibbled and licked Michael's ears, cheeks and perfume-scented neckline while lavishing licks and kisses all along his soft, exposed bust-line.

Then, pulling back again, Robert looked once more at the flushed face of the young boy and growled softly, "You are such a beautiful young lady, Michelle. I look at you and see myself 20 years ago. You will soon come to learn much about the joys we women can experience, I promise you that."

Then, with much urgency and passion, he again lowered his lips to the boy's, this time sealing them tightly over his open, panting mouth, tonguing Michael deeply and forcefully while the startled and completely overpowered yet still turned on boy slowly awoke from his dazed stupor.

Even though still somewhat bewildered and unknowing, Michael found he couldn't help but reciprocate all these passions now being rained down upon him.

"Oh, Oh, Roberta..." Michael gasped breathlessly. "I...I don't under...oh, oh, what, what...Ooooohhhhhhh, yes, yeeesss..."

As Michael attempted to make communication, in wonder he could only watch as his arms rose in desperate, needy passion, watch as they found themselves so naturally encircling this wondrous beauty's head, then watch once again and he saw and felt and loved how they clinched so tightly and even more desperately around his neck.

Then, seeing, and knowing that finally, this was what he truly wanted, Michael kept this woman pulled even closer, even tighter as he finally started returning the violent, searing and demanding tongue-sucking soul kiss Robert had been so long applying.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, after they'd both run out of breath and found themselves gasping for more, and yet, still wanting even more of what they'd just shared, Robert reluctantly broke their hold, chuckling as he noticed how Michael's lipstick was smeared so terribly, and how the rest of his face was now covered with rosy red-stained lip prints.

He was such a sight, it really was funny, but then he figured his face was probably just as bad.

Deciding to say nothing yet, Robert stood up from the boy's side of the car and walked around to get into the driver's side.

After getting into the driver's seat, Robert slipped into his safety belt and started the Corvette up. He looked over at the boy as he was about to pull out of the parking lot and saw that Michael had turned slightly toward the passenger-side door. Robert then noticed the boy had slipped his short dress high onto his thighs, high enough to rise over his thighs to reveal his groin. There he saw that Michael was trying to covertly jerk off and silently nodded to himself as he just realized his assumptions about the lad being an extremely horny kid were definitely on the mark. Remaining silent, he just chuckled inwardly and pulled the car into the main drive.

In actuality, Michael was trying clean his now cum-slicked gaffe as well as his cum-slicked cock and balls within the confining garment with a hankie taken from his purse. He was trying to keep the thoroughly soaked material from starting to chafe his groin and organs, the latter of which, once dried again, he pushed back up into his body as he'd been earlier instructed.

Once he again had everything as dry as possible, he added another liberal dose of the B.T. Cream all over the area, supposing that the earlier application had been diluted away because of the number of orgasms he'd had.

Michael was totally unaware of the B.T. Ointment's true purpose, that is was meant to begin the eventual reduction of the size of his package, turning it into about half the size it was at present in a year or two.

So gradual would this happen that one would barely notice it occurring, and by the time it did, Michael would hopefully have accepted his femininity with true desire and would want to look and feel as much like a woman as possible.

There was not much conversation on the ride to Robert's playhouse. It was only a short distance away anyway, but Michael was so totally absorbed in his gaffe and trying to clean everything up.

When he pulled into his driveway, Robert looked over at Michael directly. Sensing he was being watched, Michael immediately removed his hands from his gaffe and quickly slipped his dress back down to cover his legs as fast as he could, wanting to make himself appear as neat and proper as possible, under the circumstances.

Worried he'd been caught, Michael fished for an explanation. "I...I...I was trying, I mean, what you saw..."

"Don't worry, Michelle, I understand completely," Robert said sincerely. "That's happened to me plenty of times before."

"Really, it has?!" the boy asked, his mouth open in shock, not understanding why she would have a gaffe on. "I mean, you..."

"Oh my yes, dear," Robert replied with a nice, tinkling laugh. "I mean, well, can you keep a secret, Michelle?"

"Heck, yeah," Michael declared. "You can trust me, Roberta. You can tell me anything! I won't tell anyone, promise!"

"Okay, Michelle," Robert said. "But first let's get outta here and into the house where we can get more comfortable. Than we can talk more privately You know, like real girl talk."

Before Michael had a chance to respond, Robert pulled the boy from the car out the driver's side and under the steering wheel, dragging him up to the front door. As the two stood at the door, Robert pushed some buttons on a keypad and the door unlocked. Once it was opened Robert, in his excitement, roughly pushed Michael through the door and into the living room where they sank into a plush suede couch.

"Well, girl," Robert said, after settling, then reaching an arm around Michael's shoulder. Then, pulling him into a close embrace, she leaned into his ear and gave the shell of it a wet, sloppy lick while tickling the tip of his breasts. "I saw what you were doing there in the car with that naughty hand of yours, you naughty girl you!"

Watching Michael give him a surprised and yet confused stare, he continued on in a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry, I sometimes get horny too, just like you. So horny that I have to relieve myself like you were doing, too.

And just the same way you were doing before, like I know you want to do some more. Yeah, that's right, little one. I saw you, rubbing your little pussy like that. I mean, when I do it, I can really get myself going, you know what I mean, sweetheart? Just like a rocket to Venus! Is that how you feel, little one?"

"You do?" Michael nearly shrieked, so shocked she would admit something like that to him. In a calmer voice, he asked again, "I mean, what do you mean, Roberta?Just what are you saying – like I was doing?"

Then Michael noticed her gaze which had earlier been on his face, had now swept down his body and was fixed upon his wrinkled dress which was resting high above his knees once more, revealing his gaffe, the gaffe that helped keep in his boy parts and make sure everyone believed he was a girl.

After he saw where her eyes were locked, Michael immediately pulled his dress back down and looked guiltily up at Roberta's face again, which he noticed were now locked on his and watched as she gave him a broad, suggestive wink.

"I think you know, little darlin'" she said, imitating a southern drawl. Then, looking back down at the boy's lap, she added dryly, "In fact, I'm sure you understand perfectly, girl."

'Oh god,' he groaned to himself, so worried that she was sure he was a boy now, and after seeing him cleaning himself off in the car, was convinced he'd been playing with himself.

'I am so confused. What the hell am I going to do now? After seeing me, Roberta probably thinks I've been rubbing myself off – LIKE A BOY, no less, and is admitting that she's done the same herself. I can't tell her I was checking around my male parts and adjusting them because they were getting all sticky from my cum because I don't want her to know I'm a guy – she'll really think I'm a pervert then. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, I am really fucked!! Boy, am I fucked!!'

Suddenly, Michael thought maybe it wasn't a total loss. 'Look,' he began thinking. 'She hasn't jumped up from here and run out screaming bloody murder. Maybe she didn't recognize the gaffe for what it was, a covering for boys parts. Maybe she still thinks I'm a girl, a girl who she assumed she'd caught playing with herself, I could just play along like that until she says otherwise. Yeah, why not? Okay...'

Suddenly, finding himself sinking even deeper into this sensuous muck and mire that this whole dressing-up game created and pulled him into, Roberta teased challengingly, flashing him his panties then immediately lowering his dress.

"Come on, Michelle, let's do it together. C'mon, you rub that sweet little gash of yours and I''ll do mine and we'll see who comes soonest and who comes the hardest, okay?"

Immediately Robert reached under his dress into his panties and began earnestly jerking off. He of course knew that Michael was not a girl underneath his dress, but enjoyed teasing the boy and felt that even with this bit of bedevilment he was treating him kinder than if he'd told him he admired him for jerking his cock off under his dress, which he actually assumed the boy was doing.

There was plenty of time to expose their true genders once the boy became more relaxed with the present circumstances. Robert was more hopeful that, at that point as well, Michael would be less likely to faint again, as was his usual wont.

Michael, seeing this enticing woman raise her dress before him, then lower it and start to play with herself, and even going so far as to ask him to join her, nearly jumped with giddiness at the offer.

Suddenly excited as hell about being able to join in such mischief while unknowingly allowing himself to get sucked into a jerking-off game with another man, Michael slid his hand higher into his gaffe and began stroking his cock that was held inside the cavity he'd placed it earlier.

The gaffe was too tight to allow his cock to slip out of the groove while it was still being worn, so he was only able to slide his fingers slowly up and down the exposed part of the shaft. It slowly tried to grow hard, but it was really painful when it made the attempt to do so.

There were only two ways Michael remembered having really great orgasms while wearing this infernal device. One was while sucking on that tasty, meaty rod back before he met Roberta here, and just a moment ago when Roberta played with his ass so nicely.