I wrote this story originally under the title “Be Careful In the Park” about an older crossdresser who meets a street gang in a park and gets more than she bargained for. There was no incest in the original version. I like this version better as it includes all my peccadillos: incest, crossdressing, nylon fetish, and forced sex. A warning to those who find those subjects not to their taste. This is Part II.
He turned his back to me and started walking away with the rest of his gang slowly following laughing and jeering amongst themselves. Tom, my brother the rapist, who had used me last, suddenly broke away from the gang and ran back to me.
‘What now’, I thought. My younger brother knelt beside me, lifted my head and gave me a soft passionate kiss. He whispered in my ear,
“Thanks most exciting experience of my life Sis,” he whispered.
I lay there and couldn’t believe what I had heard. He knew who I was! He called me ‘Sis’!
“Well I guess you are now my older sister now, instead of my older brother; tomorrow you can you can show me what a blow jobs feels like, either that or I can just tell Mom and Dad about your secret. See ya’ later Sis,” he laughed.
His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends laughing out loud.
As I lay there used and abused I wondered what my future held now that Tom knew my secret. I picked myself up and staggered home, limping to the bathroom to remove my female garb, my underwear tattered torn and come soaked. I ran a shower to remove my smeared makeup and the dirt and come from my body. I checked myself for bruising and cuts and found that I had not come out to worse for wear.
I grabbed my clothes and retired to my bedroom where I sorted through them, discarding the ripped and stained intimate items and locking away my skirt, top, and salvageable underwear to be washed later (when no one was home of course).
I lay on the bed smoking, reliving the events of the night. If hadn’t been for my Brother being there I wouldn’t really have minded what happened to me. In fact, as I thought about how I had been used by the gang, incredulously, I began to get an erection. It quickly deflated as I wondered what Tom was going to do with his new found knowledge.
Would he tell my parents, my friends, and our neighbours; or would he torture me with guilt? I drifted off thinking of scenarios where my Brother blackmailed and tortured me now that he knew I was a crossdresser.
The next day was Saturday and I stayed in bed late. My parents left early for a weekend away on holiday at the coast. I was dreading seeing Tom again after what had happened last night. I kept running scenarios through my mind, what would Tom do next? I did not have to wait long.
“Morning Sis,” Tom said cheerfully as he barged into my room.
“Well! I knew you were a bit of poof but I never suspected you liked to dress up as a woman, and quite a sexy little tart you are if I do say so,” he laughed.
“Don’t please Tom,” I begged.
“Please don’t tease me this way. You know about my secret life and that’s bad enough, but don’t treat me like shit; I am your elder brother after all,” I implored.
“Oh no you are not! You are now my elder sister; that’s how we’re going to play it from now on! And you are going to be a very obedient older sister or your secret is out and you might as well move to the moon because no one will want to know you here,” he said. “Oh my God, no, please Tom, don’t do this,” I begged.
But he was not listening. He began rummaging through my wardrobe.
“So where do you keep your girly gear then Sis?” he laughed pulling my clothes all over the place.
“If you mean the clothes that I wear when I am Michele, then they are in behind the back of the wardrobe, there’s a false back.”
“You sneaky little trollop,” he laughed again as he pulled the false back away from the wardrobe and examined my feminine clothes hung there in the small space I had built there. Three pair of high heels were arranged on the floor and a small chest of drawers held my lingerie, makeup, and jewellery. A blonde and brunette wig sat side by side on wig-stands, on top.
“Well get up Sis, Michele is it? Get up, get dressed, and cook my fucking breakfast then,” ordered Tom.
I got out of bed and figured, ‘Here we go, I’m going to have to do whatever he wants while he holds my secret life as a blackmail tool.’ I reached for my jeans and a T-shirt that were thrown over the back of a chair.
“No, no, no Sis!” he bellowed.
“I want you dressed like you were last night, as a girl, you are going to be my slave sister all weekend, and then, if you treat me nice, maybe I’ll consider whether to tell Mom and Dad about your peccadillo for ladies clothing,” he laughed.
“These should be nice,” he said and threw a black miniskirt and white satin blouse at me from off a coat hanger.
“And I like these too,” he smiled as he tossed me a pair of white full brief nylon panties, garter belt, and matching bra that he had pulled from a drawer. He rummaged further.
“And you have to wear these,” he smirked holding out a pair of sheer, fully-fashioned, taupe, nylon stockings.
“I just love girls in stockings,” he smirked.
“That brown hair and those black shoes you had on last night should do the trick,” he said.
“If you mean the brunette bob and the black high heel sandals, you are showing some taste for a blackmailing son of bitch!” I countered.
“Now, now Sis, lets not start the day on a bad note. Just get fucking showered, dressed and put on plenty of makeup so you can look pretty for your brother. And cut the shit, or I might get angry,” Tom growled walking out the door.
“See you downstairs in the kitchen in about half an hour shall I? I’ll give you my breakfast order then!” was Tom’s parting shot as he went out of my bedroom.
What the fuck could I do? I decided to comply and see where things would go from here. I dragged myself off to the shower to prepare for my day’s torture at the hands of my younger brother…………..
Three quarters of an hour later I opened the kitchen door and sidled in. Tom was sitting at the kitchen table dressed in his boxers and a t-shirt.
