(This story is dedicated to the most important man in my life, Mr B. W.K. - TBI . Daddy, I adore you.)
The problem with coming from a large family was that one's privacy would inevitably be invaded. As much as I loved and admired my father and constantly held him up as a role model for myself, I attributed the basis of this invasion to his virile genes. Even in the simplest rigmarole, Father seldom deviated from extolling the virtue of his polygamous ascription. He was proud of his three conquests (his wives) and his menagerie of children.
My older stepsisters were the nosiest as far as I could remember. When I was fifteen I was forced to come out to them about my _s_e_x_ual orientation. I could no longer deny it. They had snuck into my sleeping chamber and found the imported 'Gay Asia' magazines hidden under the mattress. I had acquired the contraband materials from my favorite oldest stepbrother, who was bi_s_e_x_ual, who in turn got them from a friend who worked at the local Customs Department. Corruption was rife at the customs office.
Surprisingly my sisters accepted my revelation and said nothing further about the matter, either to our respective mothers or to Father. But this was not to last. How did I ever believe I could trust them?
It was the beginning of one and a half years of living with their hellish bullying. For the tiniest mistake I would make, my _s_e_x_uality would be subject to threats of exposure. So I submitted to their games of being stripped, dressed up in girls' clothes and then spanked silly. Sometimes they made me wear their sanitary pads on which they smeared tomato ketchup and I would have to sit on the chair exposing my crotch to them with my knees spread open while I described to them how I felt to be wearing the pads.
However, all their tormenting was finally to come to an end just before my seventeenth year.
My crime that time was borrowing my sister Xinli's Nikon camcorder without permission. I had needed one for a social studies project at school and my own was being repaired.
"You will pay for this," Xinli shrieked, upon discovering what I had done. She pinched my earlobe with all her might. I squealed like the poofter in tempest that I was. Xinli always saw me as an intrusive element in her life and belongings. "Report at Rehan's chamber in ten minutes!" she continued, hinting at my punishment to come. I immediately saw the writing on the wall.
I trembled. "Please, Xin," I pleaded, rubbing my earlobe, "can't you let this ride just once? I'll give you money. Here, a cent for every minute I used your camcorder."
I broke my piggy bank and gave her ten dollars, which was all I had, but promised her another ten the following day. She took the money and happily pocketed it.
"Ten minutes," she said nevertheless, "or I'll go straight to Papa and tell him that you're sleeping with boys."
My heart sank. "Sh*t! _d_a_m_n_! F**k!" I cursed and swore, reeling off every known profanity and expletive in the book.
"And I do not sleep with boys! I haven't yet!" I screamed at her as she disappeared through the door of my chamber.
All the tears in the world would not change my sister's mind now, so I reported at Rehan's chamber at the specified time. I stood before her, Xinli and Xinli's twin Shehnaz, who were all seated in a straight line on Rehan's big round bed. I rather liked being in the girls' chambers. They always smelled so alluring of fragrance and incense and the lavendar water their nurses put in their bath water.
But I had no time to savor the sensual aroma of Rehan's chamber this evening. Neither did I like the way the oldest of the girls was fingering the camcorder on her lap.
"This seems to be the reason for your being in trouble this time," Rehan began as she ran her slender fingers along its oryx surface. Then she held it up to her eye and directing it at me, she activated the recording. I felt my face heat up to the sublime whirrs of the recording mechanism, and it then dawned on me what I had gotten myself into this time.
"Therefore," Rehan continued, radiating a kind of arrogance exclusive to older stepsisters, "in addition to giving you the usual punishment, we have decided to put all of it on film. Won't this be a treat? You'll be immortalized, you and all your naked, but sparkling, family jewels."
Giggling unladylikely, Rehan passed the camcorder back to its owner who took over the filming. I tried unsuccessfully to suppress my feeling of terror. I was prepared to take flight but Rehan was faster and caught my arm.
"Now, little boy," she ordered, holding me still, "take off your clothes. Just your outer garments. Don't make me strip you. It'll be worse."
Cornered, but rather than allowing the girls the pleasure of stripping me, I tried to salvage some semblance of dignity by proudly removing my clothes. I first kicked off my sandals. The cold of the floor bit into the soles of my feet while I stood up to wrangle the tunic off my head. Then while I eyed Xinli nervously, I untied the cord in the waistband of my trousers and hesitantly slipped them off my hips. Rehan gestured to Xinli to let the camcorder linger a moment on my body now covered only by my white knickers.
With a smug grin distorting her gorgeous bee-stung lips, Rehan pulled my knickers up my hips until most of the fabric was caught inside my crack and made me turn my backside to Xinli. Rehan patted my half-exposed buttock cheeks while Xinli captured all that teasing on film. My sisters broke out in obscenely hilarious laughter at this juncture.
"Please stop," I winced, the first tears of embarrassment trickling down my face.
"Aww," Rehan said, simulating pity. "Look, the poor baby is crying. Let's really make the tears flow."
It was unbelievable how cruel Rehan could be when she wanted. I never liked her much and now I despised her even more. For the next ten minutes, she had me lying face-down on her nineteen-year-old laps, spanking me on my knickers, while Xin kept the video camera single-mindedly targeted on my spanking.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Rehan was maniacal and seemed to be tormenting my bottom forever. I looked at the tortoise shell-sheathed clock up on the wall ahead of me and prayed that the spanking would not be as eternal as Father Time.
I next went into a fit of perspiring profusely and was drenching my knickers, which were sticking uncomfortably to my skin. Rehan commented that I smelled bad and kindly let me up to peel off my knickers but then resumed spanking my now naked bottom for another five minutes. At intervals she paused to squeeze and pinch the sore but pliant flesh of my bottom cheeks. She succeeded at making me scream and kick wildly despite her being just all of ninety-five pounds. My monstrous sisters were once again beside themselves with laughter.
"Stop! Stop, please Rehan, stop," I blubbered, hating her for she was more merciless than when my father would spank me. She must have spanked me a total of 110 times but I could not be sure as I had lost count after fifty.
Next came the part my sisters loved - dressing me up in their clothes. Rehan pushed me under the shower head to get me cleaned up first, working up her nice-smelling soap to a huge lather before very roughly smoothing it all over my mostly hairless body. She always paid particular attention to my private parts and seemed to enjoy running her fingers up and down my crack before ramming them into my tight little anus and washing me there. After the rather unnecessarily thorough soap-down, she rinsed me off with a warm water hose. I was always amazed how, through it all, she could avoid getting her own clothes too wet.
My sisters were delighted that they had stirred my penis to a maddening state of arousal, not a small feat considering my _s_e_x_ual orientation. Ere my penis had time to return to its flaccid state, my sisters hastily toweled me dry while I reposed on Rehan's bed. This was followed by an application of baby powder, which they liberally sprinkled onto my genitals. It was so comfortable and their lithe hands felt so good against my flesh that I would have kissed them all. But this feeling was not to last as I remembered what was to follow next. It had always been like this between my stepsisters and me: an emotional roller-coaster ride of gratitude and resentment.
Rehan helped me up and my eyes fell on the clothes they had selected for me this time: black lacy brassiere and matching panty, three-inch stiletto heels and a red feather stole. Not an elaborate ensemble this time; I supposed that it was because it was late and there was not much time for playing before supper came around.
Rehan put first the bra on me after which Shehnaz filled up the cups with balled-up tissue paper. Then she placed her lacy black panty just below my knees. While I held her shoulders for support, I stepped into the openings, left leg first and then right. Rehan carefully slid her panty up my bare hips but because it was so small it bit into my flesh. Fortunately the lace and satin fabric, because it was so soft and gently caressing, more than made up for whatever discomfort my genitals felt to be circumscribed in the tiny panty.
Rehan's panties were all very tiny, since the owner herself was so skinny, so that every time she dressed me in them, they left the top of my crack exposed at my rear end, and my penis head and a little of my pubic hair peeking out of the waistband in front.
Next came the stiletto heels while Shehnaz painstakingly looped little festoons of 'baby's breath' petals in my hair. Finally the stole was draped around my neck and my transformation into a girl was complete. Rehan remarked that I looked lovely in a sleazy sort of way. I was then made to parade around the chamber for the camera. I did, sulking the whole time. I was relieved that this time they kept my face free of their paint box.
The pageantry went on for so long that I soon became bored and so to revive our interest, Rehan folded the panty down about two inches from the top exposing more of my penis and hair. After that the sashaying and catwalking resumed with renewed animation.
At long arduous last I was allowed to rest. But it was not for long. Rehan ordered me over the laps of the twins who proceeded to test my bottom's endurance level for ten minutes. For better effect, Rehan pulled down the lacy panty leaving it bunched up in the middle of my thighs and my bottom naked again.
At some point Rehan pried open my bottom cheeks, having learned this trick from Father, and then had the video camera hone in for a long time on my anus. Later they spanked me there.
I always hated the unceremonious way they would shoo me out of their chambers as they also did tonight. But I knew their reason for doing this. Dressing me in their clothes and spanking me always got them so horny that they would have to finish off each other by mutually masturbating. I knew this from the sounds of their moaning and giggling behind their door.
I had just bent down to pick up my clothes, which Rehan had scattered all about the corridor, when I felt a painful tug at my ear. I was pulled upright. It was the girls' mother. She took one look at my crotch bulging through my knickers and was consumed with rage. I heard her emit a sound analogous to a curse as her dried-up old skin turned crimson.
"It's not what you think, Mama," I shrieked, feeling terrified and helpless.
Pulling me by my ear, my stepmother broke into Rehan's chamber. I was crying, my sisters screamed in terror to be caught with their panties down, and Mama went into a convulsive spasm.
It was a game, I wanted to say. Just a silly game. But nobody would listen to me and I soon found myself made to stand in the corner of Father's Study. Mama swore he was going to hear about this and I was going to get the beating of my wretched young life.
I was crying uncontrollably. Mama was accusing me of carrying on incestuous _s_e_x_ with my stepsisters. And even my own mother would not believe me but took Mama's side.
Father came home to hear of my sick abuse of my sisters and then asked me tenderly to tell my story. Of course, I could not, for to tell him that would be to condemn myself. So while I kept my lips sealed, Father peered into my knickers and then summoned his daughters to be questioned.
Mama loudly protested to what she saw was going to be a miscarriage of justice. She maintained that her daughters were little angels and had been used for _s_e_x_.
"Silence, woman," Father snapped. "Han has not had _s_e_x_. You have over-reacted with your typical womanish whim. Our daughters are hardly innocent in this matter."
My sisters appeared very nervous and agitated before the 'inquisition'. I almost felt bad for them. Father tried his best to glean the facts but bound by our sacred oath to keep our secrets from our parents, my sisters entered into a phase of silence.
As a last recourse, Father felt that another hour contemplating the corner of his Study would tear down our defenses and so he made the girls strip off their clothes.
Mama swooned. My sisters cried loudly but obediently took off their clothing, stopping short of their bras and panties. Father came to me first and pulled my knickers to my ankles, and then went to Rehan to pull her white panty to her thighs, and Xinli's floral ones to her knees, and lastly Shehnaz's off-white bloomers to her knees also. The family forsook us to our respective corners of the Study and went away to sup.
My sisters were sobbing so pitifully my heart rended in two. I knew their hope rested on me to put an end to their humiliation. As much as I resented them for their unconscionable debasement of my dignity all those months, I understood their fait accompli.
Father returned to us an hour later as promised. He called us to him, made us stand in a line facing him and then questioned us again one at a time for a very long time. Despite his attempt at taking a catholic approach to our views, none of us dared to divulge the truth. My sisters' vow of silence was unyielding.
I do not count myself amongst the anointed whose names are indelibly inked in the heroes' annals, but that evening I did what I thought was my duty to do. With tears beginning to form in my eyes, I confessed that I had gone to my sisters for _s_e_x_ but they had rebuked me and thrown me out of their chambers.
Father looked at me disappointed and ashamed. I do not think that he believed me, but I had condemned myself with my own confession. Father had no other choice but to punish me now. He took away my knickers leaving me totally naked and put me over his laps. I was soundly spanked for close to an hour.
It was not as bad as I had anticipated. I had expected a severe caning but I suppose Father knew why I had fought in my sisters' corner rather than fought with them this time. Nothing ever passed his knowing shamanist eyes and besides, he must have found my bottom, reddened even before he had laid his hands on me, a trifle suspicious.
Although the spanking barely made an indentation on my bottom, I was still sobbing sorrowfully. It was not from the pain I felt so much as from the double sense of dejection and emptiness. What must Father think of me? But he drew me to him and hugged me. The gesture, though denied of words, was token of acceptance and security. I felt immediately redeemed.
But to satisfy Mama, Father barred me from going anywhere near my sisters' chambers for an indefinite time, or at least until I was seen to be past my nihilism, and sentenced me to two hours of daily religious instructions. This was in addition to the three I already had to attend.
My stepsisters never played their nefarious games with me again. Nor did they spank me in play. As for the incriminating videotape, it was returned to me that night itself and to this day, I watch it and masturbate to it.
We had learned our lesson, my sisters and I. We were all at a very confusing time of our lives. My sisters were on the brink of embracing womanhood and had used my body to explore their _s_e_x_uality. My own body was coming into its own, and little did they know that I had also used them. We were all in good company but I paid dearly for our costly self-_d_a_m_n_ing play.
If there was anything good that came out of the experience, it was that my stepsisters started to regard me in a new light and we started bonding a whole lot better. Being part of a big family did have its moments.
THE END