Reading notes: I have gone back to the 1950s for this story and I've imbued some of the characters with opinions that were common amongst many middle-class people of that era. They do not conform to modern day attitudes and opinions of the majority of people today, and include sexist and class distinction views. Incest is also very prevalent in the plot, so if that doesn't float your boat, read no further. Having said that, all sexual activity described is carried out consensually and between adults aged eighteen or older. I do hope my loyal band of followers enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Please consider using the star system to rate my tale, and leave a comment on what you thought of it. All writers thrive on feedback.
*FYI: Kernow is a real place. It is Cornwall in the Cornish language.
A SATURDAY MORNING (EARLY)
"Jolyon! Rick! Hurry up you two slowcoaches! Annie is downstairs already, and you know Father doesn't like to be kept waiting. We're expected at Kerryn Cottage for our special high tea, and Aunt Fannie and Uncle Quentyn will be annoyed if we're late!"
Mrs. Pevensey rolled her eyes at her youngest daughter. She looked around and tutted impatiently.
"Oh no!" she sighed. "Now Father's disappeared. Did you see where he went, Annie?"
"I think he said he was going to give cook a caning before we left," Annie replied with a grin. "His breakfast egg was overcooked and his toast soldiers were soggy. Father is such a stickler for order. I love him and his manly ways."
"Yes, my dear, Father is a wonderful man," replied Gloria Pevensey, feeling the cum that her husband had left in her cunt earlier that morning dribble down her thighs. Hugh Pevensey had such a lovely cock, and he put it to good use frequently every day.
"Where are those boys?" Mrs. Pensiver muttered. "Go and chivvy them up, Annie, will you dear? It's your big day and we don't want anybody in the family to spoil the occasion by being late."
"Yes, Mummy," replied Annie, rushing up the stairs, her cotton frock billowing out as she made her way quickly to her brothers' bedroom.
Annie walked into the bedroom that her two brothers shared to find Rick on his knees sucking Jolyon's cock. She felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, and wondered when she'd be allowed to pleasure her big brother in a similar manner.
"Do buck up, Jol.," she said. "Mummy is ready and Father will be annoyed if we're late leaving for Kerryn Cottage."
"Almost there, Annie," muttered Jolyon, gripping his younger brother's head and beginning to skull fuck him. "Aahhh! Here it comes!"
Annie watched in fascination as Rick started to swallow Jolyon's cum. He successfully completed his task and released Jolyon's rapidly shrinking cock. As Jolyon tucked his cock back into his trousers, Rick got to his feet.
"Thanks, Jol." he grinned, "I need all the cock sucking practice I can get. Father's taking me to his club next week. There's going to be an auction of sissy bois. Father's very confident that I'll get myself a really strict Master."
Jolyon smiled and patted his younger brother on the head.
"Of course you will," he confirmed. "I'm coming to the auction too. At our last club members' get together, Father told the chaps that you had come of age now, and that you have been well trained as a sissy cock sucker. But what really got them interested was when Father told them that you'd never been fucked. A virgin sissy boi is much sought after."
As the three Pevensey offspring made their way downstairs, Annie took her elder brother's hand.
"Jol., do you think Father would ever consider taking me to his club and offering me in an auction?" she asked.
Jolyon squeezed Annie's hand gently.
"No, you silly goose," he teased. "Father's club is for men who like men."
"But you and Father both belong, and..."
"Not now, Annie," said Jolyon firmly as they all reached the bottom of the stairs. "Gosh, Mummy, you look terrific! Are those silk stockings you're wearing?"
Mrs. Pevensey blushed and dropped a deep curtsey.
"Why thank you, kind Sir," she replied. "Of course they're silk. Father insists on it and it isn't everyday that a mother gets to help her youngest daughter become a real woman. Father said that we all have to make a special effort for Annie's big day."
"Indeed I did," replied Hugh Pevensey, emerging into the hallway from the door that led to the servant's quarters. "How splendid you all look. Are we ready? The car's outside. Jolyon? Inspection, please, and then we're off."
Gloria, Rick and Annie lined up, and Jolyon stood in front of them, looking at each one critically.
"Gloves, Mummy?" he asked, and Mrs. Pevensey took a pair out of her handbag and pulled them on.
"That's better," said Jolyon approvingly. "Turn round please. I want to check the seams on your stockings."
The seams were perfectly aligned, and Jolyonn gave his approval, patting his mother's bottom before turning his attention to Rick.
"Pull your socks up, Rick," he said sternly. "Your sissy boi outfit is acceptable, but your tie is crooked, and your socks wrinkled."
Rick straightened his tie, checked that his shirt was tucked in perfectly to his grey shorts and pulled his knee high socks up. He had a pair of sissy boi sandals on his feet that Florrie, the scullery maid had polished for him.
"Much better," smiled Jolyon. "Aunt Fannie and Uncle Quentyn will be most impressed. You look very pretty, Rick."
"Thank you, Jol," said Rick proudly.
"And now, Annie," smiled Julian. "My little sister who is going to become a real woman today. Lift your skirt, Annie. Let me see your panties."
Annie did as she was told. Jolyon nodded approvingly.
"Clean, crisp and nice and tight," he muttered. "And they match your ankle socks too. That daisy pattern is very attractive."
"Mummy had cook show me how to crochet," Annie said, blushing a deep red. "Cook did my socks, but I put the daisy on my gusset. Do you like it?"
"It's lovely," smiled Jolyon, and Father added,
"And very appropriate too, Annie. Today, you'll be opened up like a flower welcoming the sun!"