Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2021 13:16:21 +0000
From: andyspellman <andyspellman@protonmail.com>
Subject: English-Village-Life chapter 6

A further installment of `English-Village-Life'. Please make sure everyone
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story has moved on a long way from how I planned it in the first place.

Just to let you know how we got here: Peter is a twenty two year old
student back home in the west country on summer holiday. He meets a
fourteen year old boy called Roger. Peter and Roger share an interest in
nature and the countryside but they soon make progress in a
relationship. Previous chapters show how far they have gone together. Peter
now knows that Roger has a fetish of wearing his sister's underwear. Jo,
Roger's sister has an idea of what is going on so Peter and Roger buy some
girls' underwear for Roger to wear on his own but once Roger admits to Jo
what is going on she insists on chatting with him one evening with a view
to understanding and maybe ending his fetish. Chapter six which you have
here sees the conversation between brother and sister and then the meeting
between Jo and Peter.

Chapter 6

It's me again, Roger, just with you to relive that long chat with my sister
Jo all those years ago. OK I was nervous as it was a Saturday, our parents
were out, Jo had put off going out with anyone, to the surprise of our
parents. We were sitting at the kitchen table, the parents gone. They often
went out to a local social club or sometimes to a place in a nearby
town. Dad was always careful over not drinking unless they were walking
anywhere. Wouldn't do for a solicitor to have a drink drive offence. But I
do know that evening Jo and I were moody and even Mum, normally the most
placid of people, asked why we were so grumpy. I may have said, `Nothing,',
typical fourteen year old response and Jo was just looking pale and
irritated.  I'm sure I was wearing my usual jeans and shirt, probably with
a sweater as we wore in those days. I can see Jo now in her sweat shirt, it
was reddish and she had black jeans on.

I should say here I sound a lot more confident and cheeky then than I
actually was. I've been able to put on this act where I seem to be nicely
cheeky but really I was quaking inside. I mean how often have you had to
explain to your sister why you wear women's underwear whenever you can?

`Well, do you want to tell me what you've bought then?' There was a long
pause before I answered this one. It wasn't what I thought her opening
question would be. I thought she might go into a rant about what sort of
creature she thought I was. I was ready for that but not for this.

`Knickers and a bra.'

`So what are you going to do with them?

`Wear them.'

`Roger, what's going on? You spend your time with Peter, who's a nice guy,
you say you're `queer' tho I don't know how you know that. You're still
only fourteen for God's sake. You say he may be queer too. Are you covering
up what you do with him?'

`No'.

`Well what do you do with him?' Look, I know about guys and what they do on
their own. OK you wank, all boys do I guess.'

`I do sometimes.'

`Does Peter?'

`Expect so.'

`You know if he does if he wanks with you for God's sake.'

`OK, he does.'

`Look I'm not trying to be difficult, I'm trying to understand.' This was
when I realised Jo was being OK in her way. Looking back on this now I was
an obnoxious fourteen year old who didn't understand when people were
trying to help him even though Jo was only a few years older than me.

`OK we wank together sometimes.'

`Has he seen you in my knickers?'

`Once'.

`What did he say?'

`How lovely they looked and I was hot.'

`So he knows what I wear then.'

`Yeh.'

`Did he buy this stuff for you today then?'

`Yes.'

`Why do you wear it?'

`I feel good wearing girl stuff. I feel I'm somebody.'

`Do other boys wear their sisters' stuff?'

`I don't know, perhaps they do. Perhaps every boy in my class with a sister
is a secret knicker wearer. They don't wear them when we have games
tho. It's a cult thing, exchange secret signs to show what colour knickers
you are wearing today.

`Roger stop it.'

`OK, sorry'.

`Look I know this is difficult... have you and Peter gone further?'

`Maybe.'

`Well. Tell me what you've done.'

`He sucked me and I sucked him.'

`Blimey.'

I certainly didn't tell Jo at this point about the candle fuck a couple of
days before. I wanted to keep it on a level where she might not be too
difficult.

`Did you like it?' Wow, again I wasn't expecting this question.

`Yeh.. loved it and loved it cos it was him sucking me.'

`It's good?'

Have you done it to a guy?'

`Not really.. Danny wanted me to suck him but he just stuck his dick out
and just rubbed me a bit, not very nice. I rubbed him a bit and he got off,
well he said he did. It was dark. I didn't see.

`Wow.'

`I wanted us to do some stuff together but he wouldn't. Look I'm seventeen
and you're fourteen.'

`Yeh.. did he lick you down there?'

`No.'

`Did you want him to?'

`Yes'

`Did you cum on your own then?'

`No.'

`So what did you do about that?'

`Roger!!!'

`Well?'

`OK. I rubbed afterwards ..in bed.'

I reckoned by this time while I wasn't certain Jo was going to be OK with
my dressing up she was not too difficult about it.

`So we both rub then.'

`Yes but I don't wear a boy's shorts and pants when I do it!'

`I don't wear knickers when I wank.'

`Only because you don't want to cum in mine.'

`Yeh..OK... Are you more bothered at me wearing your dirty ones and Mum
finding cum stains than or simply me wearing knickers?'

`It's just not natural to wear them.. you're a boy for God's sake tho often
you do look girlish. That's not a bad comment.. just what me and Lucy think
sometimes. I had the talk from Mum.. she says it's natural for girls to do
it on their own. I blushed loads and she did too. She didn't say if she did
it or used to do it.'

`Can't imagine Dad doing it with Mum really.'

`Nor me actually.'

`Do you do it lots Jo?'

`None of your business what I do.'

`No but you know I do it sometimes.'

`Sometimes!'

`OK.. I do it lots.'

`What do you think of when you do it?'

`Won't say unless you tell me what you do.'

`OK but you must never tell Mum and Dad.

`No problem.'

`I think of guys mostly, not ones at College.. have thought of Philip but I
doubt he'd be that good. Peter might be OK. Now you.'

`I think of Peter a lot..him fucking me.

`Roger!'

`Sorry but it's the word.'

`I know.. I imagine that too sometimes.'

`Have you thought of Peter then?'


Sometimes..he looked really hot at the swimming pool.. tho I suppose he's
thinking of you.'

`Hope so!'

`Roger!'

`Do you think different if you wear my stuff?'

`I've not worn it to wank.. too risky.. but I might wank in my new
panties.'

`Roger.. how are you going to wash and clean them without Mum knowing?'

`I don't know.. haven't thought of that yet.'

`Well you ought to. And where are you going to keep them so Mum doesn't see
them?'

`Does Mum wash yours?'

`Mostly but sometimes I wash them and she knows I do. That's when she gave
me the talk. I was so embarrassed.

`They were sticky then?'

`As it happens.. yes they were.'

`Do you think she'd mind if I washed my new ones'

`Bloody hell Roger..you can't do that!'

`Yeh I know. I'm going to keep them in my old Scalextric set. It's at the
back of my cupboard, Mum doesn't look in the box except to ask me when I'm
going to get rid of it. I might use the kit just to ensure she lets me keep
it for a while.

`Look Roger I don't mind helping you with washing and ironing a couple of
times when mum's out.'

`Would you Jo?'

`Conditions though: You get Peter round to chat to me and you keep away and
you don't say anything to him about me thinking of him'.

`Deal'

`Second – I want to see you dressed and see you now.'

`Deal'

`Third condition – `If I'm not satisfied by what Peter says you never
see him again.'

`Maybe'

`What do you mean `maybe?'

`If you think he's a fraud.. well `maybe it's a no go.. but I think it's
him and me.'

`Roger go and get changed.'

I thought this was going not too badly, loads better than I'd thought it
would. Jo is the best sister in the world and she was doing her best to
support me. I knew that really.

I went to my bedroom, undid the package Peter had bought and soon was
wearing my first pair of matching knickers and bra. I looked in the mirror,
the knickers were black with an orange trim and were high on my legs, felt
pretty tight round my crotch but I wasn't hard, well not yet. The bra
looked OK and was also black with an orange lacy edge. The only thing I
needed was some make up but I reckoned that was a step too far for now.

I went downstairs and Jo just sat at the kitchen table gazing at me. I
don't know what I felt. After all it's not every day you dress in girls'
underwear and parade in front of your sister. I walked round the table and
she stared at me. I posed then with one leg up on a chair, head back, then
I stood in front of her and bent over so she had my newly candled ass right
in front of her. If she'd put her hand out she'd have rubbed it.

`Roger you look so feminine. I can see why Peter fancies you.. you look
really sexy as a girl. He may just be using you though just to get into
your knickers. Believe me I've met guys who just want to get in there.' Jo
pointed to her jeans.

`I know that but at the moment I think he's honest.'

Jo looked pale and sweaty. I don't think I turned her on but at least as we
sat there I felt I could ask her more about herself.

I remember she said she hadn't gone all the way with a guy so she was
virgin too, though while I didn't ask her I'm hundred per cent certain
she'd never had a candle up her bum. She wasn't waiting for Mr Perfect to
sweep her off her feet, but she wanted a guy to excite her and to
definitely use protection. Going on the pill was just about in view back
then but wouldn't really be possible until she went to university which she
planned to do.

She did look more than once at me and particularly at my bum, perhaps
because she knew queer guys liked bums. My knowledge of guy stuff was
limited then.

I asked her about how far she'd already let a guy go. She'd had one who did
a feel under her dress and he'd got her a bit wet. That time she'd enjoyed
herself in bed afterwards.

She wasn't shaved or anything.

The way we were talking made me hard and my cock pressed against my
knickers. Jo noticed this and I'm pretty certain she was wet too and
squirming on her seat.

We talked about how we started masturbating or wanking as I always called
it. Jo asked me did I always think of guys so I told her. Everyone in last
year at primary school was talking about rubbing and of course every boy
looked at every other boy when we had gym. I wasn't able to do anything
although I got nice feelings sometimes. It was in my second year at
secondary when I was determined to learn what to do. My hand technique was
rubbish but I started to get good feelings and then one night lying in my
bed in pjs I first did it. It was a pretty small squirt but oh wow I had
done it like everyone else. What about Jo? Similar really, everyone at
school was talking about boys and about what to do and so on. Jo just felt
herself, found what felt good, particularly her breasts and she gave a hand
across her breasts now. Then she too had used her fingers and had an orgasm
tho the first one or two were not remarkable but gradually she got wetter
and wetter.

I think we were both excited now so I told Jo about John Tucker being caned
by Mr Frost just a day or two after my first wank and how I got so hard
when I saw it. Jo was really interested and asked if being caned or the
thought of a caning had the effect. I didn't know so I said `you could try
it on me and see what happens.' She looked a bit surprised but said OK. I
spread my legs bent over the table and told her to go for it. Her first
smack on my bum cracked and stung a bit. I blew through my teeth and told
her she could go harder but I was going to take my knickers down. Jo looked
at my bare bum. I knew there was no indication I had done anything with
Peter. She took her time and there were two hard cracks and wow it stung
and hurt. But there was a warm pain going through me and I felt so
horny. My cock got hard as Jo noticed.

`Roger, it makes you hard. I can't do it any more.. not like this.'

`Jo, please do it again, just three more.'

`Roger this is kinky.'

`No one knows, please just do it.'

I bent again pain in my eyes which Jo couldn't see and I got ready. Three
more whacks and this time I squirted a small amount and sighed.

`Roger, I had no idea.'

`I didn't either but we know it does it. What does my bum look like?'

`Red but no stripes.'

`That's OK no one will see and by the time I have games and have to go to
the showers it will be OK.'

`Do you get excited by other boys in the shower?'

`Always but I hide it.'

I pulled my knickers up, both Jo and I knowing I would be playing wirh
myself at night.

`How do you feel Jo?'

`Better for chatting. This spanking business is weird, not for me thanks
but I admit the whole thing is exciting. I just hope your mate Peter is
what you say he is.'

Jo rubbed across her jeans, obviously excited and for a moment she slipped
one hand inside her jeans but then pulled it out. That was something for
her to enjoy on her own.

`Well, nothing more to happen Roger till I see Peter for a chat. If
anything does happen between you and him I make sure both Mum and Dad as
well as Philip know all about it'.

That's where this scene almost ended. I wish I could draw Jo more into this
story and ask her to write something. She knows about the writing but for
good reasons she doesn't want to give away too many details.  I reminded Jo
that evening before we went to bed she would wash my new knickers sometimes
so she knew what I was going to do. That night I felt really good. Yes I
imagined kneeling and Peter behind me and having his cock deep inside
me. No more candle please – just your cock. Well you can use the candle
from time to time. My new knickers were sticky and damp that night. I bet
Jo was wet too.

I phoned Peter secretly on the Sunday morning just to tell him that Jo
wanted to see him and he should come round. I sorted a time with Jo. Though
she was back at College she was free on Wednesday afternoons so I left it
for Peter to see her then. As to how that meeting went I have to rely on
Peter and then give my summary afterwards.

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Well it's back to me (Peter) at this point. I was terrified at seeing Jo. I
had seduced her teenage brother, had done a lot with him which I shouldn't
have done but I still couldn't do anything about it. I won't remember all
the chat between Jo and myself though I'll give some quotes from it. It's
so long ago it's difficult to remember all of it and how we felt back then.

I walked round to Roger's house and of course it was just Jo and me
there. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, a slim face and when I got to
know her a beautiful smile, like her brother. She was a slim girl, not
busty, nice legs and she was wearing a blouse and blue skirt. I didn't know
if she'd dressed up for me or if this was what she wore most days to
College. I was dressed in long shirt, jeans, and light sweater.

It was a nervy meeting and we sat in the family lounge with me in an
armchair and Jo at one end of a sofa. Fairly soon she asked angrily what I
was doing trying to have sex with a fourteen year old boy. I explained it
wasn't like that and things just developed, that I wouldn't do anything
unless I really cared for Roger. She laughed and said, `well Roger thinks
he's queer now. So I suppose you are too.' I explained I was bi but had not
been with any guy. (Roger and I agreed we were going to keep his virginity
at least for the time being with no reference to candles!)

Jo wasn't happy; she felt here was a guy taking advantage of her brother
and she needed to protect him. I respected that and said so. Then we got on
to what was her main concern: Roger wearing girls' underwear and my
supporting this. `Yes it was a surprise to me and I had no idea. If it's a
problem for you then maybe you should talk it out with Roger?'

Jo asked me about girl friends and I said there had been a couple.

`So you're not a virgin then?'

`No I'm not'

`Do you use protection when you've had sex?'

`Yes, always.'

`Roger is virgin and should be still.'

`As far as I know he is.'

`You know that?'

`Well, he hasn't lost virginity with me.'

`So, do you fancy girls?'

`Sometimes.'

`You know you are an attractive guy so why Roger?' This was said with a
raising of her skirt just slightly and the presence of a bit more leg.

`I'm just an ordinary guy who happens to really like your brother and we
both like nature and the countryside.'

`OK but that's avoiding my question.'

Jo knew Roger was really keen on studying nature and the countryside.

`So, what do you want to do with Roger? Have guy sex with him?'

`How far we go is up to Roger.'

`Rubbish answer, you're just passing responsibility to a fourteen year
old.'

I couldn't deny the truth of that. I said nothing.

`Look, my brother has made up his mind and wants you. I may be crazy. Did
you know I offered to wash and iron his new underwear?

`No, I didn't.'

`I must be mad. Here's the deal, you don't meet Roger until Christmas, you
keep away from him. Give him time to think about what he wants. If he's
still keen on you then I'll support it so long as you are honest with me as
well as him. But you must meet up with me then at Christmas, parties and so
on. You can write to Roger and send letters for him to me at College, we
can get post there so no one will ask questions and he can write to you
through me so long as you give me your address.

Any breaking of this and I tell the world about you.'

We agreed of course and after that we even started talking about other
things. I was interested in Jo herself and we found interests in tv, music
and so on.

I left in time ahead of her parents coming home and Jo gave me a hug and a
brief kiss on my cheek. `I've been worried over Roger being so much on his
own. He puts a face on it but I can see why he likes you. Be careful, I
might fancy you too.'

Dilemma

A brief conversation with Roger and we knew we had to keep to Jo's
rules. Oh yes, we had one shared wank before I went back to London. The
next chapter tells you about the long Christmas term, how we handled it and
then what happened at Christmas.

Roger here again: the whole thing went better than I expected. Good for
Peter and of course Jo though it didn't go smoothly over the next few
months. Anyhow he and I had a deal to keep. I had to rely on him keeping
his cock in his pants in London and he had to rely on me doing the same. Of
course that left Philip and we hadn't decided what to do about him. We both
liked him but well we'll leave that to the next chapter which tells you
about that last week before Roger left and also about that Autumn term.