Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 19:50:02 -0700 From: Victoria VanDersuk Subject: Transgender/teen: Candy/Candy 4 Candy 4 Kittens, please take the time to donate to Nifty, won't you? It's a marvelous site! What a weird week! My grandmother died, she was like ancient, but it got my family all excited that's for sure! She lives out in Oregon; I guess she moved out there some years back with her hippy boyfriend Sam, at least that's what Daddy has always said he was. Sam had long straggly brown hair and it was questionable if he held a job or not. Grandma kind of dropped out some years back, I had only seen her a few times when she and Sam were travelling down this way. She was nice but you could tell her whole world was this Sam guy. She was my Mom's mother, and she and my Aunt Charlotte were both pretty shocked when she passed. I guess she overheated in some kind of Native American "sweat out the demons" kind of event at a reservation out there and she just started gasping for breath in the smoke and steam and dropped dead. My Dad just rolled his eyes when he heard of her death, but my mother took it hard, it didn't mean that much to me though. Daddy and Mommy decided they would have to leave right away for Oregon, and take along my Aunt Charlotte. Even if they weren't particularly close to granny, I guess there were money matters to consider, and if Sam was in charge of the burial god knows what that would have happened. Daddy joked that Sam would probably put her in a flaming dinghy and push her off into the Pacific, but Mommy was not amused. My Uncle Ed decided to stay home with the kids and I was dropped off at their place for about a week until they got back, so someone could keep an eye on me. They lived about an hour away and were in the country. I tried to convince my folks I could survive on my own, but even my Dad wasn't in favor of that. He probably figured I would get into all kinds of trouble! They were happy to see me, my cousins. Well, the girls anyway. My cousin Bart who is a little older than me, was pretty sarcastic to me as he usually is, and was particularly annoyed that I had to share his room with him. It was a double bed Mom said, so it would all work out. I was a bit worried about spending time with Bart, figuring he would be playing tricks and things on me like always, but Daddy said "Nonsense! It would do the boy good to spend some time with ALL his cousins! Bart is a typical male, and could teach him a few things." Mommy didn't object, but I couldn't help but wonder what he was trying to say. It was all very rush rush, I had to pack a bag and get a note for school since I would be out a few days. I threw a few days' worth of clothes into the bag, including panties. Just panties and my boy clothes and nothing else. No corsets, no stockings, no dildoes or lipstick. That stuff stayed locked in my trunk. I was a bit sad realizing I wouldn't be able to dress up and play while I was gone, but I just had to make the best of it. I suppose I should have worn my boring old boy's underpants, but the thought of wearing boys underwear to me was just another form of punishment, I guess I was hooked on feminine, silky panties. I would just have to be careful that no one saw them, shouldn't be a problem, right? When they kissed me goodbye and told me to be good Daddy gave me a big wet kiss right in front of everyone. I was SO embarrassed! I looked over at Bart afterwards and he just gave me that wicked smile of his, the one where I don't know what he's thinking but I'm pretty sure it's evil. The girls giggled, they were very excited I would be staying with them and begged Uncle Ed for me to stay with them in their room, but he said absolutely not, the boys would bunk together. After my folks and my aunt and her suitcase piled into our minivan and drove off, Bart disappeared and the girls dragged me to their room. I pretended to be annoyed but I've always enjoyed playing in their room. It's very girly, decorated in pastel colors of pink and light green. They have white bunk beds and matching dressers, Mommy told me the style was French provincial. Their room is loaded with clothes laying everywhere, with dolls and stuffed animals everywhere. They also have a picture of Justin Bieber on their wall with his shirt off and he is just looking at you with those big doe eyes of his and his hand is grabbing at his crotch. He's kind of sexy I guess, I mean you can't deny his talent, right? The girls had one of his CDs playing on their little boom box, I just couldn't escape that Justin Bieber even if I wanted to. The girls were going on about how much fun we would have, playing games and things, and we decided to play the game Mystery Date, it had belonged to their Mom I guess when she was younger. It was kind of fun, and I didn't mind opening the door to see who my date was. The guys were incredibly handsome, and I thought the "duds" were really funny when they would pop up. The girls would talk about who they would and wouldn't kiss, and I guess I was thinking that too. As we were playing, there on the floor, I reached over to grab my glass of diet soda, and accidentally gave my cousins a shot of my melon colored panties sticking out above the back of my khaki shorts. Becky giggled and whispered something to my older cousin Amy, and then they both started to laugh. I looked at them and said, "What?" "Oh nothing". Amy said, and she looked at my cousin Becky, who was covering her mouth and giggling. I just chalked it up to them being girls, and kind of giggly sometimes. In fact I giggled myself, not knowing what prompted it. Amy had shoulder length brown hair and she was totally into playing with it, styling it. She was wearing a white button down cotton blouse, and you could see her figure. She also wore a short blue jean skirt. Becky was like her older brother Bart, with curly red hair and freckles. Becky was sitting on the carpet wearing a short pink skirt and a Disney shirt with Belle on it, and the way she was sitting she was giving me a plain view of her little panties. They were lavender colored, and very pretty I noticed, with white lace. "Becky, close your legs! Andy can see your panties! You know it's not nice for a girl to show a boy her panties!" "Well what about when a boy shows HIS panties?" My face got really red, and I realized I was in trouble. My older cousin Amy got up on her knees so she was towering above us sitting there on the floor playing Mystery Date. "That's a good point, sister. Let's ask Andy. He should know the answer to that question. Andy, do you think it's all right to show us those melon colored panties you are wearing?" My face turned red and I felt the blood draining from my face. They must have seen me start to shake. "What do you mean? Boys don't wear panties. Those are my new sport briefs!" They both laughed and jumped on top of me, the board game went everywhere. The girls liked to tickle, and I found it impossible to resist them! But this was different, they weren't happy with a simple tickling, they had decided to remove my nikes and my shorts. I tried to fight them off but Amy pulled them off as Becky tickled my feet, they knew I was helpless to a good tickling! So there I was, all giggly and laying there on their bedroom carpet wearing nothing but my T shirt and the melon colored panties, Daddy said Vanity Fair made a good quality silky panty, and though they felt nice I knew I was in trouble! To make matters worse I had a boner poking at them and they both laughed at me and were really loud! The laughter was broken when we heard Uncle Ed calling out from downstairs. "Girls! Knock it out up there! You're way too loud!" The girls quickly quieted down and watched me intently. I tried to cover my excitement with my hand, and it was Becky who broke the ice. "Andy, I think your panties are really pretty! I have some like that too. And look Amy, his thingy is all hard!" Amy giggled and joined in. "Now Becky you know that boys can't control that, Bart is erect most of the time, but of course his looks to be a lot bigger. Andy I always thought you were a sissy, and now we have the proof! Why are you wearing panties, anyway?" "I don't know, I just like them I guess." "Do you wear anything besides panties?" Amy looked me in the eyes, and Becky was very interested in my response. "Well if you must know, sometimes I wear a garter belt and stockings, even a corset. Oh...and heels too." The sound of awe coming from their lips made me nervous! "Are they Auntie's clothes? Those panties seem to fit you really well, I mean besides that little cock of yours pushing them out!" "Umm yeah, I wear Mommy's things." How could I tell them I had my own things, that they were given to me by Daddy? His job as a lingerie sales representative gave him access to all kinds of feminine lingerie, and I must admit he did seem to take delight in seeing to it that I had the prettiest and silkiest lingerie available! They wouldn't understand. It seemed to excite the girls terribly, the idea of me dressing up. I could see Amy had her fingers under her skirt, and she seemed to be roaming around under there. I caught a flash of white lace panties I think. Becky was really excited too. "Let's dress him up! With makeup and everything!" "Now wait a minute girls..." Truthfully I was incredibly excited. Not just sexually aroused. I mean I was horny and all, but I was really nervous inside, afraid of what might happen and that I would not be in control. Those cousins of mine were crazy! Amy was very matter of fact. "Andy you are a sissy, and we are going to dress you up like a girl whether you want it or not! And if you don't cooperate I will run and get my dad!" That was the last thing I needed...having my uncle discover me in girl's panties! He was a big red haired construction worker and always intimidated me. He was so big and strong, and had the biggest hands I had ever seen! I couldn't help but imagine those hands spanking me over his knee for this transgression. The girls had told me many times how they and especially Bart was spanked from time to time when they were bad. The thing is, I was so incredibly stimulated! I wanted them to dress me up, to see where this might go. But I had to object, didn't I? The truth is I just gave up and let them have their way. "OK, but don't tell anyone OK, girls? Can this just be between us?" "Oh sure Andy, you have my word!" Could I trust Amy? I knew Becky was a tattle tale. "Come on cousin, let's get girly!" Amy pulled me up from the floor and told me to remove my shirt. I did, and stood before them in just my panties. "Becky, find some of my clothes from the closet for Andy to wear! This is so much more fun than playing Barbies!" Becky went to the closet and started moving hangers around. "Becky, pick out one of my dresses...get the frilly yellow one, that one was always too big for me, it's so incredibly girly, it looks like something a sissy would wear." I cringed, as I knew that dress well. It was a Christmas gift to Amy from my folks and it was indeed really frilly. I think my Dad had some input on what to buy, because of his business connections in the garment industry he was always getting deals on things, I think he thought he was some great judge of all things feminine or something. The dress was pale yellow, made of super soft cotton, with small white daisies decorating it. In fact it had some fake white daisies sewn on the front, around the neckline which seemed to dip down in front. The sleeves were short and a bit puffy. I remember watching the girls open their gifts, and it took my breath away when I saw the frilly dress coming out of the box. Becky had gotten a similar dress, though it was in emerald green and was not as daring with the neckline or the length, it was pretty but more virginal I guess. The truth is when they opened their gifts I couldn't concentrate on anything but the thought of wearing that yellow dress! I know it's wrong for a boy to have thought like that, but I can be honest with you, can't I? "Amy, what about a camisole for Andy? He shouldn't put on your pretty dress without a camisole or a training bra to cover up!" "What an excellent idea, little sister! Grab one of my training bras from the dresser, along with a slip." Becky scurried over to the dresser and back and handed me a white bra, with barely any cup. She got behind me and I felt my little cousin hook me up, trapping me. "Raise your arms Andy so I can get your straps in place! We have to cover up those breasts!" Amy laughed as she stood there watching with her hands on her hips. "Becky grab some of your panties and ball them up so we can put them in his bra. Let's fill out that bra and give him titties!" I began to shake as Becky stuffed the silky panties into the front of the bra. Not only did the silky material stimulate and harden my nipples, but they did a good job of filling them out. Becky turned and handed me a short white slip, of very smooth material. I think it was nylon tricot or something. She held it out by my feet and I stepped into the slip and she pulled it up my legs. The slip caught on my little erection, which had stained my panties. "Eww, why are his panties wet in front? That's gross!" "I've told you Becky, boy's penises leak sometimes when they are excited and then they squirt their nasty juice! Remember when we watched Bart doing it...jerking off?" "Yeah, but he wasn't wearing panties...and he's a whole lot bigger!" "No of course not silly, Bart would never wear panties or anything girly, he's very masculine. But Andy here has always been sweet to us, and played with us like a girl. Now I know why, he's a girl inside!" Becky squealed and clapped her hands. I just moaned at my cousin's observation. I could feel my little cock getting even harder under the lingerie as they discussed my masculinity, or lack of it. "Aw come on girls..." "Amy, how about stockings? We could put on the pull ups that we wear when we go to church. A girl needs to wear pretty stockings. His legs are really smooth, aren't they?" "Yes they are, and you're right. Pretty legs like his belong in stockings." Becky handed me a pair of suntan colored stockings with stretchy lace around the top, the kind that stays up without the need for a grater belt or corset. As always, the feel of stockings on my legs gave me a thrill. They watched intently as I expertly balled them up and worked them up my legs as if I had done it all my life. "Say Becky, I have an idea! Let's really do this right! Take Andy by the hand over to my dressing table. Let's make him pretty! Andy, you should always put your makeup on before you put on a pretty dress or blouse so you don't get makeup on them. You need to learn these things we girls know, just like wearing a pad when you get your period." Becky took me by the hand over to the padded bench before the dressing table and I sat down. I didn't object, like a real boy, god why couldn't I object? "Put your legs together, girl. Remember who you are!" I closed my legs dutifully. I guess it was kind of pathetic the way I let them do this to me, but I was really loving it. "Now Andy, mother doesn't let us wear face makeup...but we do have some blush for your cheeks. You should always apply it to your cheeks to give you a healthy glow. Now watch how I do this." Amy applied the blush to my cheeks with a soft brush, it tickled the way she twisted it around to blend in the color. It was a peachy pink color and gave my cheeks a rosy glow. She then fiddled around in one of the drawers of the dressing table and pulled out a few more things. "This is eye shadow, we aren't allowed to wear it every day, but Mommy says we girls need to experiment with it so she gave us some of hers that she doesn't use very much. Hmm, I think these colors would be nice, don't you?" I looked at the small case with four different colors, there was a purple color, and two lighter but complimentary shades. The fourth color was the lightest of all, a very pale lavender, almost pink. "Close your eyes cousin, so I can make your eyes pretty!" I felt the soft applicator touching my eyelids. "You see Becky how I put the darker color right above her eyes?" Becky giggled. "You called Andy her!" "Well I guess that just slipped out. By the time we're done he IS going to be a pretty girl! Gosh this is fun! It's like having a real life Barbie!" I felt my cock jump a little in my panties, and a drop of juice leak into the silky confines of the panties. "And now, I will apply the lightest color above the darker color, right under his eyebrows and blend it in with the purple color. There! That's pretty, isn't it?" "It sure is! You're getting really good at this Amy!" "Thanks, sis. Now open your eyes, Andy." I opened my eyes and looked into the big mirror. My eyes did look very feminine and pretty. She did an awfully good job. The eye shadow and the blush made quite a difference in making me look like a real girl. "Now pucker your lips and I'll put on your lipstick! It's a plum color and should complement your eye shadow. You have to learn these things Andy, watch your color combinations. And mother said we should never wear red lipstick because that is what whores wear!" Becky giggled and I moaned. If they only knew I had been playing around with lipstick for a few months, I bet I could put it on as well as they could, but it was fun to go along. She carefully applied it, and made sure the lipstick dipped along my top lip, right in the middle. "Perfect! Now your lips will be all so kissable! Now let's do something with that hair. I sure am glad you wear your hair long Andy, it will look so pretty when I comb it into a more girly style. Amy teased my hair a bit, and sprayed it with some hair gel. The result was my hair was fuller and she parted my hair right down the middle and let my hair fall over my forehead. Before I could stop her she was taking a scissors to my bangs and I started to jump but she stopped me. "You'd better sit still Andy or I may put out your eye!" "But I don't want my hair cut, Amy." "Oh be quiet, sissy! You don't have any choice in this matter unless you want us to drag you downstairs so you can give our Daddy a fashion show." I froze, unable to do anything. I guess I've always been kind of a wimp, and truthfully I liked this, liked being treated like one of their dolls that they dressed up and played with. I watched as she chopped the front of my hair into a straight line about an inch above my eyebrows. She combed my hair and when she was done I looked like another person. Oh no, how was I going to explain the bangs? I mean I've always taken grief from the guys at school about my hair being long, but this was really too much. Gosh, what would Daddy think? "Wow Amy, Andy is really pretty, isn't he Amy?" "He sure is. Andy you should have been born a girl I think!" The lingerie, the makeup, my hair trimmed and styled, it made me shudder. It was like I was looking at a different person in the mirror, like there was a girl inside me, and it excited me terribly! "Now stand up, cousin. It's time to put on your dress." I stood up and felt them take the yellow dress and pull it over my head and pull it down over my body. It was so exciting feeling it fall into place. Becky buttoned the dress up the back. It actually fit pretty well. I couldn't believe I was actually wearing it, the dress that had fascinated me when it was given to Amy. Amy grabbed a pair of dangly pearl earrings and clipped them to my ears, it was such a weird feeling! The earrings pinched my lobes and it felt so weird to have that weight hanging from my ears, I felt like they were being pulled down. I couldn't believe my image in the mirror. I was actually pretty! The yellow dress fit me so well and with my bra stuffed it looked as though I had small but very pert breasts. My hair was way different than I had ever worn it, and the makeup Amy had applied...well, I just didn't look like a boy anymore. As I turned my head I felt the dangling pearls from my ear move and shake. I felt so excited, and content somehow, it's hard to explain. "There! All done. I have to say Andy you make a pretty girl, you're much more attractive as a girl than as a boy!" "Amy what should we call him? We can't call him Andy when he is dressed up like this." "Hmm, good point. Maybe we could call him Melissa or Jessica or something." "I've always liked the name Brittany." "How about Candy?" The girls were very excited about me offering a name for consideration, it was as if I was affirming my newfound femininity. "Candy? That's perfect, because you're so sweet like this." Becky giggled. "Now let's take Candy and get back to our game. I believe it was Becky's turn to spin the wheel." We all sat down on the floor, though I was careful to do it in a very feminine manner. We resumed our game and played it as three girls. It was very natural for me, I went with it. Our girlish play was suddenly interrupted when the bedroom door flew open! "Boo!" It was Bart! We all jumped and the girls shrieked at his intrusion. I panicked and turned my head away, hoping he wouldn't recognize me. "Hey! Who's your friend?" Amy got up and tried to push Bart out of their room. I could hear Becky giggling. "If you must know, you jerk, it is my friend Candy. She came over to visit. Now get out, no boys are allowed in here." "Candy, huh? How come I've never seen her around here?" "She just moved to town a few weeks ago. Now get out of here Bart before I tell Daddy you're pestering us again!" "Oh all right, but have you seen Andy? You know, it's almost bedtime and the little creep has to share my bed." "Well we haven't seen him, maybe he went for a walk or something. He's not our responsibility. Now get out of here!" Bart laughed and left the room. As soon as he did, the girls giggled as I shook with fear! "Amy, what if Bart recognized me?" "Oh I don't think he did, he didn't say anything! But we'd better get you changed back because he's right. It is almost time for bed, and Daddy is very firm about that! You sure make a pretty girl, Candy! Did you enjoy playing with us?" "Umm, it was OK." Amy laughed. "Just OK, huh? I think you loved it. In fact I think it was so much fun we're going to do it again, real soon!" Becky and I stood up and she and Amy helped me out of the clothes. I felt a bit sad as the dress was pulled from me. They removed the slip, the stockings and the bra, leaving me just in my panties. "Amy, look how wet the front of his panties are!" Amy bent over to inspect them and she actually flicked her finger against my erection, right through the melon colored Vanity Fair full cut panties. "Girls don't get erections Candy! Maybe next time we will tape that little thing down with masking tape or something so you're flat in front like us!" I gasped at the thought of being flat in front, dickless. After I was down to my panties I put my boy's clothes on. "Hey, what about this makeup?" "Well, you'll have to wash it off. You know where the bathroom is, it's down the hall." Giggling, the girls pushed me out of their room. I could hear them howling with laughter at my predicament, standing in the hallway dressed as a girl with eye shadow, blush and lipstick! Those girls could be kind of mean. I was thankful no one was in the hallway and I ran to the bathroom, and pushed open the door, which was half open, and ran inside to wash and remove all traces of the cosmetics. There, standing in front of the toilet, with his chest naked and his flannel pajama pants pushed down and out of the way, was Bart, he was having a pee. My eyes looked into his eyes, then I lowered them submissively. What was in my view was his cock, it was about four inches or so. He seemed to purposely display it to me. I watched as he smiled at me, His piss flow ended and as I watched he took his time shaking off the remaining droplets of his pee. I had never seen his cock before, it was bigger than mine, much bigger...and fatter too! And since he was a redhead I could see the thick curly red bush above his cock. He looked really mature for his age, not like me with no hair down there. "Get a good look, sissy? You'd better clean up, Candy, and get that crap off your face before Dad sees it. God, what a fag you are! You're even wearing earrings!" Bart slowly put his cock away, pulling up the pajama bottoms and he moved behind me to exit the bathroom as I stood there frozen. I could feel his body right behind me, and I froze. I quickly pulled off the pearl earrings and shoved them in my pocket, and leaned my head down to wash with my hands foaming from the hand soap there by the sink. "It's OK, cousin. I always knew you were a girl. You looked very pretty, by the way." I ignored him and finished cleaning up. I got my banks wet and pushed them to the side of my face so they wouldn't be so obvious. I went downstairs to get a drink and sat down in the family room on the couch. My uncle was in his recliner as usual, and he paid me no mind. I tried to relax and get my head together over what had happened. They had dressed me as a girl, and I was pretty! I had no idea I could look that good. And it excited me, dressing up and playing like that with them. It was like something repressed in me had been let loose and allowed to grow and bloom. But, what about Bart? What was he going to do, and how would he torment me over this? I didn't pay much attention to the crime drama Uncle Ed was watching. My cousins stayed upstairs and with uncle focused on his television show I could calm myself before being ordered to bed. Maybe there was more to this whole lingerie dress up thing I had been doing for months. Was I a boy? Was I a girl, or something in between? As I pondered these thoughts Uncle Ed told me it was time for bed, and to go tell my cousins they should be in bed it they weren't already. I said good night to my uncle and went upstairs. The girls were still up, their door was open and I could see they were in their nightgowns. Amy wasn't wearing anything underneath her pale green nightie, and I could see the small budding bumps on her chest. Becky had on a longer nightgown that had images of Dora the Explorer on it. "Girls, Uncle Ed said its bedtime." "Good night Andy, and thanks for letting Candy come out to play. We enjoyed playing with her, she is a very pretty girl." "Umm, thanks Amy. Here are your earrings." She and Becky said good night, they closed their door and I went down the hall to Bart's room, where I knew he would be waiting for me. I dreaded facing him. I think I would have rather slept with the girls, and imagined them putting me into a soft nightgown and falling asleep surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals. I was so relieved to open the door and see the lights were off and Bart under the covers and asleep. I left the light off since I didn't want to wake him. Bart's room was kind of a mess, with clothes all over the floor, but I managed to strip down to my underwear and slide into the bed next to him. There was plenty of room in the double bed and I made sure I wasn't touching him. After what happened earlier I just wanted to go to sleep and put the day behind me. I was lying on my side under the covers, facing away from Bart, when I felt him roll over so he was right behind me. He scooted closer and I breathlessly felt his closeness. I could hear him breathing. Was he asleep? I sure hoped so! After a few minutes I felt something poking me, I was almost asleep, but there it was again, pushing at my bottom. Oh god, he had a nighttime boner or something. I froze. Bart moved a little closer, grunting a little, and he was right behind me. I could hear him breathing and his cock was pushing up against my bottom. In the dead quiet of the darkened room I heard him whisper to me. "You know you're very pretty, Candy. You've made my dick all hard! I don't think I'll be able to sleep like this." "What do you want, Bart?" I was starting to shake, being so close to him like this, whispering in the dark as I contemplated his intentions. He was a guy, and like my dad I thought, I knew what he wanted, what he needed. The thing is, I thought I needed it too. I felt my hole pulsate, wondering if he was going to put it in me. I hadn't packed any lubricant and feared it would hurt and I would cry out and draw the attention of my uncle and the girls. "Candy, I want you to suck my dick!" Oh, is that all? I thought about my father, wondering what he would think of this, of his son wrestling with the need to submit to another cock. Would he approve, would he encourage me, or would he be embarrassed? He did tell me I should grab onto life in order to achieve my potential. "Come on now, I know you want it. You couldn't keep your eyes off it when I was taking a leak. I'll be real quiet and it will be over in a couple of minutes and then we can both get some sleep. What do you think, cousin, will you do it on your own or do I have to twist your arm?" I wanted it. I not only felt it was my duty but I knew I wanted a cock in my mouth and to see what he tasted like. "No, I'll do it Bart." I turned to face him there in the dark and scrunched down under the covers. I heard Bart gasp a little, realizing I was going to suck his dick without being forced. It was like I was in a very private world there under the sheet and blankets, it was warm and soft and private, just me and a cock that needed me. As I moved down I could feel his nakedness. My hands felt my way as I slid down into position. I must admit I was incredibly excited, I was super hard in my panties, which were already moist from playing with the girls. His stomach was smooth and then I felt the trail of light red hair beneath his belly button get more thick and plentiful as I found his cock waiting for me, hard as a rock. He had ditched the pajama pants and was naked. I leaned forward and found the head of his cock with my tongue. The cock head was really warm, almost hot. There was a little bit of juice at the end which I licked up. It tasted good and I teased the tip trying to get some more of it. I could hear Bart moan and he pushed forward, pushing the head of his cock into my mouth. I began to suck, but remembered Daddy had said a sissy cock sucker should always wear lipstick when sucking a man. Oh well, I couldn't stop now and didn't have any lipstick with me anyway. I focused on the dick in my mouth, and went deeper. I could feel Bart's cock pulse in my mouth, there was a little vein running up the bottom of it, and when I applied pressure to it with my tongue the whole thing would throb. It amazed me that my mouth could make a cock do that and I thought about how to make my service to him more exciting. I remembered what Daddy taught me about sucking cock, and that by focusing on pleasuring the man I in turn would feel pleasure as well Bart lifted to covers up over his head so he could speak to me quietly while I pleasured his hard cock. "Ooh yeah, that's it, Candy. You're such a great cock sucker! It's nice to have a girl finally give me a blowjob. I've been after that bitch Marci Hollister to do it but she's too stuck up. I'm glad Candy is a little slut!" " Suck it sissy, suck it good...oh wow! Cousin, what you're doing to me!" I was totally into it, my mouth sucking on his throbbing young cock, being called a sissy. It was different from when I sucked on Daddy, it was smaller but harder and hotter. I didn't think about him treating me like a girl, or me liking it, his cock needed release and I needed to do it for him. I felt his cock getting harder and I slid it out of my mouth, wanting to taste the rest of him. I licked his balls, which were really full and round, and covered with light hair. I licked him slowly and heard him moan. I actually enjoyed what I was doing, I was driving him crazy! Did all girls have this power? I could feel the warmth of his cock resting on my forehead as I licked and sucked on his balls and it jumped around, making my face all sticky. Under the covers there I was surrounded by the smells of an excited male, the manly musk he was putting off was feeding into the receptors in my brain, it was intoxicating! I felt his hands clumsily grab my long hair and he pulled my mouth back onto his cock, and I gladly began to suck him again, knowing that he would soon be filling my mouth with cum. I was in my own little world there under the covers, a world where no one could see my hunger, my need for cock that I knew now I would always possess. "I'm going to cum! Don't spill any, Candy! If Mom catches cum stains on the sheets I'll get in trouble! Oh god, oh jeez...god you've got a hot mouth on you! Here it comes, cuz...get it all!" Bart quietly grunted and thrust rapidly into my mouth. I sucked like my life depended on it. The first shot of his cum hit me so hard at the back of my throat I swear I almost gagged, but I remained quiet, one could only hear the sounds of contentment, his cum was incredibly hot and there was so much of it! Seven times I swallowed, I felt my own cock jerk in my panties and I filled them with cream. I had shot just from the act of sucking my cousin, and not from touching it, I was shaking I was so excited. I felt an incredible degree of contentment and satisfaction at having given him pleasure. His cock was fully drained and soft, as mine was in my panties, and I pulled my mouth off it and took a big breath of air. "Stay on it, sissy. I always come at least twice so get back to work. You sure are good at this, I guess I knew you would be since you're such a little queer. Get it back in your hot mouth, I feel it getting hard again!" I sighed and began licking him. As I cleaned his cock of any residue with my tongue it did indeed come alive again. I didn't have to be told, I knew my place, and got what I needed. I sucked it lovingly, it felt so good in my mouth! I heard Bart again, speaking softly. "Candy, you're my girl now! You're going to do whatever I tell you, aren't you?" I nodded my head without letting it slip from between my lips, and didn't answer. I had no intention of taking his cock out of my mouth. I was perfectly content to lie there in the dark in sticky soiled panties and nurse on his penis. When I sucked my Daddy it was more like he was fucking my face, but this was different, I aggressively sucked it and teased it and coaxed the cum from his tight little balls. I knew I was now and forever a cock sucker.