Memories of Those Perfectly Awful Summers with My Stepmother, Part Five
by David

daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2006 by David, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter Sixteen: Reluctant Playmates

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. There I was, eleven years old, standing stark naked in front of two mischievous teenaged girls, my life, my very future help helpless in their untrustworthy hands. I was so scared, I could barely breathe, much less talk.

"Where ... where are you taking me?" I asked hoarsely.

Jennifer and Marlene both looked down at me and grinned. Dressed in skimpy tops, jeans and shorts, my two captors looked gorgeous to my eleven year old eyes ... not to mention intimidating! On any other occasion I would have ogled their voluptuous, nubile bodies, their breasts in particular, but at that very moment I was too busy trying to figure a way out of this awful, nightmarish mess I somehow found myself trapped in.

Jennifer, the seventeen year old, flicked me on the ear with a sharp fingernail. I glanced at the embroidered words "Spoiled Brat!" on her t-shirt and found myself in complete agreement.

"Holy crap!" I thought to myself. "She really is a mean brat!"

"We're going to see my little faggot brother, butterfly boy. Remember how I promised I was going to get you two little fairies together? Well, today is the day! Prepare to meet the boyfriend of your dreams, Miss Priss. You two fags are going to just fall in love with each other!"

My stomach felt queasy. "I'm not a fairy," I whimpered. "And ... I don't want a boyfriend."

Jennifer grinned. "Oh, you're a fairy all right, butterfly boy." She poked me in the chest just below the little gold butterfly necklace I'd been wearing the past few days. "My mother told me all about your antics over at Mrs. Taylor's house. Oh, yes, I know all about you wearing flowers in your hair and playing housemaid to all those old ladies. She even told me you let those little girlie-girls boss you around in your birthday suit! If that isn't a fairy, then I don't know what is!"

I looked down at my bare feet. "I ... it ... that wasn't my fault," I said quietly.

"Oh, shut up, Brandon!" the dark-haired girl fussed. "Don't forget, I saw you play your little fairy games with my own eyes. You didn't put up much of a fight then, either. You love being a sissy and you know it! The best thing you can do is cooperate and just do what we say!"

"But ... I don't want a boyfriend," I repeated.

"Of course you want a boyfriend, Brandon," sixteen year old Marlene said. There was excitement in her voice and glee in her eyes. "All little fairies want a boyfriend! You're just a little shy, that's all! You're about to have the experience of a lifetime, you just don't know it yet. As gay as you've been acting, this is perfect for you. Don't worry ... it's going to be great!"

Talk about a nightmare! For the past week I'd heard people tell me I was a fairy and how I needed a "boyfriend" and someone to "play" with or to kiss. I remembered how Mrs. Taylor and Bridget kept suggesting it whenever I visited them and how embarrassed such talk made me feel. Even my stepmother, Juanita, had suggested I would enjoy playing naked games with another boy. She'd gone as far as to suggest I'd like a boy's penis up my butt! I'd been hoping she was only kidding, but now ... well, this was the first time a name had been put to the idea and I was terrified that she was serious all along.

"I'm ... not ... kissing some boy," I stammered as we approached the stairwell. "And he's not touching my wiener, either!"

"Stop arguing with us about this," Marlene said as she took my hand. I felt my knees buckle as the blond-headed girl drug me up the first step. "Your mother said for you to mind us or else you'd get a whipping, remember?"

I shook my head. "I really don't wanna do this, Marlene," I said in a hoarse voice. "Please ...?"

PINCH!!! A pain like a wasp sting hit me on a tender spot on my butt just inside my crack. I would have squealed if the shock hadn't taken away my breath.

"I said to stop arguing!" ordered Marlene. "Say another word and I'll give your mother plenty of reason to put you over her knee! I might even do it myself!"

"No ... please, don't," I begged weakly.

"Oh, boy, a bare butt beating," Jennifer said with a grin. She took my other hand and helped Marlene tug me up the stairs. "Sounds like fun to me!"

I licked my lips and tried to think of something to say. I felt so helpless, I was shaking like a leaf as I followed Jennifer and Marlene up the stairs. It was like I was being led away to my execution. Just before we reached the top the older girl leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You're just going to love this, sweetie."

"Please, don't let Phillip see me like this," I whined pitifully.

Marlene giggled a scary giggle while Jennifer nodded her head with a queenly confidence.

"Don't go acting all shy and coy with us!" the dark-haired girl said. "You are exactly what I need to help me tame my little faggot brother. And you'll do it if we have to beat your little bare butt raw!"

At this point Jennifer was right up in my face, deliberately brushing her huge boobs right against my nose. To have such a beautiful young woman scold me like that when I was so young and naked and helpless ... I felt more shame than I'd ever felt before. I was so upset, I couldn't even enjoy looking at the pair of beautiful breasts hanging just inches from my blushing face.

Jennifer looked down at me with an evil grin on her face. "Marlene, honey, maybe we ought to make your pretty little boyfriend practice his lines. We don't want to waste too much time. You know, just in case he gets all bashful on us."

"That's a great idea," my babysitter said with a laugh.

Marlene suddenly took a grip on my wrist like a steel handcuff. She held me so hard I started crying.

"What do you mean, practice my lines?" I whimpered.

"Stop asking stupid questions and listen up, fairy boy!" she said, flicking my earlobe with her sharp fingernail. "And you better stop that stupid crying! Unless you want a whipping, I want you to tell Jennifer's faggot little brother why we brought you up here! Do you understand me?"

"But, Marlene," I said as I started to cry again ....

"Be quiet!" She bared her teeth in a frightening smile. "Now you listen to me, Brandon Miller! You two little fags are going to be all lovey-dovey before you leave here, so you may as well accept that! Are you going to do as I say, or do you want me to go get your mother? Maybe I'll go get my enema kit and we'll show everybody how much you like getting something long and slick up your butt!"

I heard someone giggle and I looked over at Jennifer. Judging from the grin on her face, she enjoyed watching Marlene bully me around.

Gosh, the thoughts that went through my head at that moment! No, I didn't want anything else shoved up my bottom, much less have it done in front of another audience. Nor did I want to do any of the ugly things the girls threatened to make me do with Phillip. Unfortunately it was looking like I wasn't going to have much choice in the matter.

"Make him say he's in love with my little brother," the older girl said with a girlish giggle. "That will really set him off."

Marlene started laughing. "Oh, good lord, Jenny ... that's perfect!"

My heart stopped as I realized what they were talking about. They had to be kidding ... surely they weren't serious!

"I don't want to say that ...." I pleaded tearfully. "I ... I can't ...."

My reward for my reluctance was to get my arm twisted behind my back and get my ear flicked again. The pain was so bad, I had to stand on my tippy-toes to keep from getting hurt worse.

"Say it, pretty boy." Marlene's voice was suddenly syrupy and sweet, as though she was my fairy godmother. "Tell me how much you love Jennifer's little brother. Say it! Say, 'I love Phillip.' Say it!"

By this time the pain was so awful, I gave up. I didn't want my arm broken and I couldn't stand all the flicking and pinching anymore. I whispered something like, "Okay," and it all came to an end.

I stood there sobbing, rubbing my aching arm and ashamed of what I was about to do. A harsh pinch on my bare butt reminded me the torture could all start over again.

I licked my lips and fought the urge to throw up. "I, um, I ..." My voice trembled as it formed the words. "I ... I love Phillip."

I looked up at Jennifer and saw her glowing with delight at my embarrassment.

"Oh, my gosh!" she said. "He really did it! He said the 'L' word about my stupid little brother! How perfect!"

"Say it again, this time like you mean it!" Marlene snorted. "Only this time say you're 'in love' with Phillip."

"I'm ... in love with Phillip," I said quietly.

Boy, Marlene knew exactly how to hurt your ear with her fingernail. Somehow I restrained myself from crying.

"Say the whole thing again, you goof!" she ordered. "Make me believe it!"

I cleared my throat and tried to calm down. "I'm in love with Phillip. I really am, I promise! I'm in love with him bunches!"

"Just as I thought. You have a crush on Jenny's little brother don't you?" Marlene flicked my ear again. "And what do you want to do with him?"

I blinked my eyes and looked at both girls with confusion. "What do you mean?"

My babysitter thought for a second and smiled. "How about this ... say, 'I'm in love with Phillip, and I want to hug him and kiss him and touch him all over.' How does that sound?"

Marlene burst out laughing. "Oh, Jenny, that's it! That's the perfect thing for a pair of little fairies to say to each other! This is going to be just the best! I can't stand it!"

I felt a cold shiver down my back as I thought about what the dark-haired girl said. None of it sounded good, but I didn't have much choice.

Wiping my tears from my eyes, I nodded my head. "I'm in love with Phillip, and ... and I want ... to hug him and kiss him and ... um ... touch him all over." I wiped my eyes again. "Was that okay?"

Marlene shook her head. "Nope. I don't believe you. Say it again ... and act like you mean it."

I cannot explain to you why I cooperated, but suffice it to say that I did. Maybe it was because of the pain, maybe because I was tired of being bossed around and wanted to end it all. Whatever the reason, I wiped my tears away, forced myself to smile and said with as much fake enthusiasm as I could gather:

"I'm in love with Phillip, and I want hug him and kiss him and touch him all over!"

Marlene looked like she was about to bust out laughing again. Jennifer rubbed her hands together in an evil manner. "This is going to be so funny!" the older girl said with a satisfied look on her face. "Say it again! And sing it, you know, like a girl would."

Defeated and demoralized, I did as I was told. I put a little effeminate lilt in my voice and said, "I'm in love with Phillip, and I want hug him and kiss him and touch him all over!" over and over again until I finally got it right.

By this time both girls were giggling like a pair of idiots. Jennifer was sitting on the step above me, her bright eyes shining with approval. Marlene stood hovering over me, fighting to keep from laughing out loud.

I winced as the blond beauty flicked my ear one more time. "Now just remember, butterfly boy, this doesn't count until you do it for real. When we go in that room, I want you to tell Phillip exactly what you just said and say it just like you did just now. Act like you really mean it, understand?"

I nodded and wiped my eyes one more time as she took my hand and led me up the rest of the stairs. Instead of being hateful and mean like before, however, Marlene was suddenly nice to me. I was taken by the gentle manner in which she guided me, and I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so ugly.

"Okay, pretty boy," she whispered in my ear as she pushed me over that last step, "it's showtime!"

Imagine my horror as we walked down the hallway and I saw an open bedroom door just a few feet away. Jennifer put her finger to her lips, indicating for me to keep quiet. Marlene pushed me from behind, leaving me no room for escape. I rolled my eyes and wondered what my friends were doing back home. It was the heat of baseball season and my buddies would be battling it out for the championship and everyone would be having a wonderful time. I bet they weren't sneaking around strange houses in their birthday suits and bare feet!

"Shhhh," the dark-headed beauty said quietly. "This is going to be so much fun! You're going to thank me later!"

I felt my stomach flutter as I was led through the open door and I saw posters of baseball stars and race cars on the wall. There was a cabinet filled with model cars and a huge silver B-17 bomber hanging from the ceiling. I remember thinking how lucky somebody would be to have a toy plane that big to play with.

And then I saw Phillip.

Actually, what I saw was a boy about my age standing with his face in the far corner of the room. I shuddered to see his t-shirt pulled up high under his arms and his pants and underwear down around his ankles. I also noticed his hands were behind his back, leaving his pale young body exposed. I said pale, but there was a tinge of redness on the plump mounds of his buttocks, which I knew all too well came from either a paddling or a spanking.

"Mom, is that you?" a soft voice asked. "Can I pull my pants up now? Jennifer? Is that you? You go away!"

"Shut up, faggot!" Jennifer said with surprising authority. The change in her manner made it seem as though she was more woman than girl. "I've brought somebody with me. Somebody who loves playing with little faggot boys like you."

The bare-bottomed boy shook where he stood. He started to turn his head around, but then he stopped, as if he was afraid of what he might see.

"It's not that stupid Marlene again, is it? Tell her to go away if it is! Don't let her see me like this!"

I looked up at Jennifer, who nodded toward the trembling boy and smiled.

"Remember what I said about you being a faggot, little brother?" The seventeen year old raised an eyebrow in a manner that was a chilling reminder of my stepmother. "Remember I said we ought to get you a little boyfriend? Well, here he is! Say hello to your pretty new boyfriend, Brandon!"

Phillip slowly turned around. I'll never forget the wide- eyed look on his face when he saw me! He looked sick, as though he was going to throw up. At first he looked me up and down with astonishment. Then an expression of fear replaced his initial horror. He looked from me up to his sister and he started crying.

"No, Jenny ... not ... not Brandon! Not ... not him! Why'd you bring him up here? Go away! What's he doing here? Why is he naked, too? Don't let him see me like this! Get him out of here! Don't let him see me, please!!!"

"Shut up, faggot! I'm talking here!" Jennifer looked down at me and nodded. "Brandon, darling, you remember what you were telling us about my pretty little brother, don't you? Don't you think he'd like to hear it? Go on, don't be shy. It's just between us girlies!"

Oh crap! Here it came! I thought about the words I'd been coached to say and what they meant. I tried to pull away, but Marlene held her grip on my shoulder and arm like a trained prison guard.

"What's the matter, Brandon?" she asked with a pout. "Don't you want to play your naked games with your naked little boyfriend here?"

Taking a deep breath, I swallowed and shook my head in as innocent a manner as I could conjure.

"Not really," I whispered.

Marlene flicked my ear with pain-inducing skill and grinned. "You little liar. You know you do!"

Jennifer nodded. "That's right, butterfly boy. Tell my little brother what you told us out in the hall."

I looked at Phillip and sighed. In spite of all the threats and the bullying, there was no way I was going to say something in front of him to make him think I was a fag. I just couldn't do it. Instead, I shrugged my shoulders.

"I, um ... I brought his race car back, if that's what you're saying. It's downstairs." I took a step for the door. "I'll go get it if you want ...."

WHAPP! I got another flick on the ear for my trouble.

"No, stupid!" Marlene fussed. "Forget about the car! We don't want to hear anything about that stupid car! Now, you can either cooperate and do as we say, or we can do this the hard way!"

I looked up from the floor where I'd been staring. Barely an arm's length away Phillip stood with his shirt pulled up and his pants pulled down, looking completely ridiculous. No doubt I looked just as silly in his eyes.

"Oh, well," I said to myself. "It's either this or get my butt beat again. Maybe it won't be so bad ...."

Please understand that this was not easy for me to do. Until now I was the victim, pretty much, and I just had to endure the things that happened to me. Now I was being forced to say things I hated ... things that could ruin me for life!

I cleared my throat and almost sobbed as I opened my mouth. "I ... I love Phillip," I whispered. "I mean ... I'm in love with him, I guess."

The boy opposite me looked at me with astonishment. I've no doubt those were the last words he expected to come out of my eleven year old mouth.

Marlene gave me a playful nudge on my bare butt. "What was that? Speak up, honey."

I cleared my throat again. "I, um, I said I'm in love with Phillip."

I looked toward Jennifer and felt my stomach fluttering something awful. The older girl grinned a grin that reminded me of a wolf baring its teeth. "Don't tell me, Brandon. Tell my pretty little brother. He's the one you need to impress."

With Marlene's help, I turned my naked body toward a wide- eyed and absolutely terrified Phillip Prewitt. I tried to resist as my babysitter pushed me closer, but my muscles were so weak, they failed to stop me.

I licked my lips and whispered, "I'm in love with you, Phillip."

I felt a hard PINCH!!! on my bare butt.

"A little louder, please, sweetheart. He could barely hear you," ordered Marlene.

I cleared my throat. "I love you, Phillip. I, um, I ... I'm in love you."

Jennifer clapped her hands together. "You're in love with my little brother? How sweet! Did you hear that, Phillip? It looks like you have a boyfriend!"

The half-naked boy before me made a face like he'd eaten something bitter. He looked from me to his sister and back again.

"Did she make you say that? Did she? Don't let her make you say stuff like that! That's sick!"

His sister flicked him on the ear in a dismissive manner. "Shut up, 'Phyllis,' or we'll let you put on a little fashion show. Is that what you want?"

The frightened boy shook his head. "No." He looked terrified of his sister.

"Then shut up, faggot!" Jennifer said. Turning to me, her voice went from sour to sweet in milliseconds. "I'm sorry, babydoll. Go on with what you were saying."

I gave a little shiver as Marlene whispered in my ear. "Okay, Brandon, you're in love with Jennifer's little brother. And what was it you wanted to do with him?"

"Well, um, I'm in love with you, and ... um ..." I cleared my throat again. "I, um ... um ... I want to ... to kiss you. I'm in love with you ... and I want to hug you and kiss you and touch you all over."

Jennifer giggled upon hearing me say that, just like a little girl.

"Say it again," prompted my teenaged mistress. "With feeling!"

I nodded my head and looked into Phillip's terrified eyes. "I said, I'm in love with you and I want to hug you and kiss you and touch you all over."

"Say it one more time," Jennifer prompted.

I took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm in love with you and I want to hug you and kiss you and touch you all over!"

I felt so stupid saying stuff like that, but it was better than getting beat on. Again.

Marlene whispered again. "Tell him you want to jerk off with him. Say it!"

I felt the pit of my stomach fall flat. I was no longer in control of anything I thought, said or did.

"I, um ... I want to ... jerk off ... with ... you."

"No-o-o-o-o-o-o ...!" cried Phillip. "Go away! Go away and leave me alone!"

The look on his face was one of total terror. It was hard to believe I was afraid of this same boy the night before. Now he was the one filled with fear. And me? I was so far gone, so numb to what was happening, it was like I was in a dream. A really bad dream.

I felt like crying as I heard Jennifer giggling. "So you want to jerk off with my little brother, huh, Brandon? That's perfect! Did you know Phillip likes jerking off, too?"

"No, I don't ...." Phillip Prewitt sobbed like a baby.

"Oh, sure you do," the tall dark girl said with a grin. "Mom caught you more than once doing it, and from what I've heard, you're really good at it. You two will have a wonderful time doing each other! I just know it!"

Not knowing what else to do, I nodded my head.

Marlene giggled like a little girl. "Tell Phillip how much you like jerking off," she ordered.

I licked my lips again. "I, um, I like jerking off ... a lot, I guess." Another pinch on my butt and she had me saying, "And ... I ... like jerking off other boys, too ... I guess."

But Marlene wasn't done. "And didn't you say that Phillip would be fun to jerk off?"

"I don't know ... OW!!!" I looked from where Marlene pinched my bottom for the hundredth time that day. I then glanced at the boy before me and I sighed. "Yes, ma'am ... I think Phillip would be fun to jerk off with."

"Don't say that!" the half-naked boy before me cried. "Don't let her make you say that!"

Except for Phillip's whimpering, there was silence. I waited for the world to end, for an earthquake, a meteor to hit the planet, anything to stop this horrible nightmare from continuing. Instead, Jennifer pushed her little brother close to me and she giggled like a total and complete idiot.

"Well, I guess that settles it." The grinning seventeen year old nodded. "Speak up, little brother! What do you think about all this? I found you the perfect playmate, a little fairy just like you! I'd think that would make you a happy faggot!"

I looked from the smirking Jennifer to her bewildered brother. Judging from the look on Phillip's face, I was the ultimate traitor to my own kind. He knew I'd been forced to say that stuff, he knew I was being coached. But he looked at me like everything bad that was happening was all my fault.

"I want my Dad!" he said with a pout. "Leave me alone and get me my Dad!"

"Come on, little brother," the dark-headed teenager coaxed. She leaned down and whispered something terrible in his ear. I knew it was terrible because his eyes watered up and his whole body seemed to sag with resignation. "You can either do this and like it, or else I'll call Mom up here and let her take over. Or I could go get Gina, that cute little girl from next door! I just bet she'd love to see you with your pants down!"

It was hard to believe that only twelve hours before all this, the poor boy facing me was my worst nightmare. I blinked, then blinked again. He looked so silly, so helpless, standing there with his t-shirt pulled up above his nipples and his pants and underwear down around his ankles. His plump body was vulnerable and pale, even more so than mine. It was only the night before that he'd been shooting me with his little pellet gun, and now ... well, now he was in as humiliating a predicament as I'd been!

"Okay ... all right ... I ... I'll do ... it ...," he finally said with a sob. "But ... promise you won't tell Gina? Or Dad?"

Jennifer winked as she pushed her half-naked little brother closer to me. "Oh, don't worry about that. If your daddy or Gina find out anything about you two lover boys, it won't be from me!"

I was now standing only inches from Phillip, so close I could feel the heat from his bare body. I felt my knees go week as I realized what was happening. My stepmother was going to have her wishes finally come true.

"All right!" Jennifer said with way too much enthusiasm. The tall girl clapped her hands and grinned like she'd won the lottery. "Now that we all know what we're here for, let's have some fun!"

I glanced up at Marlene, who grinned like it was Christmas morning. "This is going to be great!" my babysitter said earnestly. "Are you ready to have some fun, butterfly boy?"

I nodded reluctantly. "I guess," I said with a whisper.

The next few minutes were a blur. First, the girls made us face each other. Phillip looked a lot different than I remembered. He was a bit plump with a fat butt and a little belly, a pair of weak looking arms and a pale complexion over his entire body. His face was more girlish than I remembered, with a light spattering of freckles, a really small nose and swollen lips that looked like he'd been pouting. The girls said they were "kissable lips."

And now I was close enough to kiss Phillip on his "pouty lips."

Adding to Phillip's girlish look was his straight blond hair -- a lot darker than my own curly locks -- which was reached way past his ears and swept across his forehead, just brushing his eyes. Even though his hair was shorter than mine, it kind of gave him a pretty look, especially with his watery blue eyes. It was right then that, as much as I hated to admit it, but the boy was actually, well, sort of cute looking, if such a thing was possible.

"I can kiss him, I guess," I remember thinking to myself. "It won't be so bad. At least he's prettier than that stupid Nora!"

Phillip obviously wasn't thinking about the same stupid things I was thinking. He was smarter than me. While I was busy thinking about lips and hair and stuff, he was trying to get us out of this mess.

"You're not really going to make us ... do anything bad," he croaked. "You're just teasing, right?"

Jennifer interrupted with, "I'm not making anybody do anything. I'm just helping a pair of fruity little fairies along with their little fairy games."

"I am not a fairy," the tearful boy said with unconvincing defiance. "Stop saying that!"

His sister flicked him on the ear and laughed. "Oh, yes, you are, fag boy! You're the biggest fairy I know! You're just too stupid to realize it! Now, let's get those stupid clothes off. Brandon, you're the one who likes playing naked games so much. Why don't you help my little brother out of those ugly things he's wearing?"

Without saying a word I did exactly as I was told. I felt like a traitor to my own kind, but I was too scared and confused to do anything else. It was like I was a robot, watching my hands reach over and take the hem of Phillip's t-shirt and pull it up and over his head. It disappeared from my hand, presumably taken away by Jennifer, but I don't remember for sure.

"Good boy," Marlene said smugly. "You're having a good time, aren't you?"

Embarrassed by her remark, I just shrugged and kept my mouth shut.

Prompted by my babysitter, I then knelt down to pull my sobbing friend's pants off his feet. Jennifer moved her brother up to where he was just inches from me in my kneeling position. With downcast eyes he clung to her arm as though his life depended on it. I remember thinking how awful I felt.

The really awkward thing was, well, because of where I was kneeling and where Phillip was standing, his genitals were about eye level with me, perhaps only a foot or two from the tip of my nose. Looking straight ahead, I couldn't help but notice his penis was about the size of a small fingertip. Like my own pre-teen condition, his pubic area was smooth and pinkish white, with not a trace of hair to mar its blemish-free texture.

I also noticed that like me, Phillip had a little too much baby fat in certain areas, giving him a vulnerable, almost girlish look. In addition to a chubby bottom, the area around his nipples was swollen almost as large as the breasts of a girl his age. I resisted the temptation to look down and compare them to mine, but the thought haunted me the rest of the day.

As miserable as I was in my nakedness, I suddenly felt sorry for Phillip. Oh, sure, he'd been a bully the night before and he'd humiliated me something terrible. At that moment, though, he just didn't seem as intimidating as I remembered. He looked so vulnerable, so helpless as his tearful eyes peeked from behind his dark blond locks. I glanced down at his penis again and was surprised to see it was suddenly erect.

"Am I going to have to touch ... that?" I wondered in dreadful silence

I remember looking up to see if anybody noticed me looking at Phillip's dick. Both girls did, of course. Marlene was giggling like an idiot and Jennifer winked at me again and grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat. I just knew they would both tease me about being interested in another boy's penis. I felt a churning of agony in my stomach and I wished I was dead.

Jennifer teased me first with, "Brandon, honey, we'll never get to play around if you don't stop staring at Phillip's dick and get his pants off. Get him undressed and then you can play with his wiener all you want."

Instead of responding to that horrible remark, well, for some reason my eyes remained locked in on Phillip's little penis, only inches from the tip of my nose. I remember thinking how the tip looked a lot like mine and how the round sack of skin below it looked like a small peach. I wondered for a moment what would happen if I reached out with my hand and caressed it ....

Filled with sudden guilt, I looked up at Marlene, who was all grins.

"He did it again!" she said with a laugh. "Brandon Miller, you are such a little queer! I can't believe I caught you looking at Phillip's dick again!"

My babysitter then smacked the back of my head unexpectedly, and I was horrified as I accidentally bumped my nose against the soft mushroom cap at the end of Phillip's erect penis! She pushed me again and I moved my head just in time to avoid touching my lips against it and instead got jabbed in the eye. It didn't really hurt, but it was humiliating as heck!

"Wow, Brandon almost gave my little brother a blow job!" Jennifer said with a laugh. "I knew these two faggots would get along!"

Marlene was giggling hysterically at what he saw. "More like an 'eye job' if you ask me. Way to go, fairy boy! Can't you do anything right?"

Grinning stupidly, I just shrugged my shoulders and remained kneeling. For some reason I liked it better when the girls were laughing instead of yelling.

"You really are enjoying this, aren't you, Bran-DEE?" Marlene continued on. "Your mother was right all along! All that crying and fussing ... and there you are staring at Phillip's little dick like you can't wait to touch it! You know how I can tell? You have a stiffie, too, that's how! Just wait 'til I tell your mother how she was right!"

I didn't even try denying what my babysitter said. I looked down to see that she was right, my penis was sticking out and up and was bouncing around like a happy puppy! I was so ashamed, I couldn't stand it!

"I'm not a fairy, I'm not a fairy," I kept telling myself.
"I'm not a fairy, I'm not ...."

Not knowing what else to do, I kept my head down as I hurried with my task. I quickly pulled off Phillip's shoes and socks and then directed his feet out of his pants and underwear. Like his t-shirt before, they disappeared as soon as I handed them over to his sister.

I felt so scared as I stood up. Imagine a pair of plump eleven year old boys, both completely naked and facing each other only inches away, their slender erections so close the tips are almost touching. Now imagine two tall, gorgeous teenaged girls watching over the boys. Picture the girls as they gloat over their defenseless slaves, a cruel gleam in their eyes and pure amusement lighting up their faces. And while you're at it, envision a look of tearful confusion on the faces of the two naked boys.

I glanced at Jennifer for some sort of relief, but she just winked and nodded as though this was all for my benefit. And Marlene's "I-told-you-so" smirk made me feel like I was the dirtiest person in the whole wide world.

"My goodness, I've never seen such a pretty pair of little girly boys!" Jennifer quipped. "I always thought Brandon was a little cute running around in his curly hair and his birthday suit, but I never dreamed that my faggot little brother could be just as pretty! Really, you both have such adorable, spankable little fat bottoms! This is going to be so much fun!"

"It isn't funny, Jenny! You're being mean again! Dad told you to stop being mean to me!"

The older girl shot a dark look at her naked brother. "If you hadn't noticed, your father isn't here, crybaby. My suggestion to you is that you do as you're told or else maybe I'll get out Mom's camera and send dear old Daddy some pictures what I found in your closet ... 'Phyllis,' dear ...."

My mind flashed back to what Jennifer said about planting girl's things in Phillip's bedroom for their mother to find. I started to say something in Phillip's defense, but a little voice in my head suggested that he had enough problems to deal with. Beginning with his mouth.

"You stupid bitch!" my doomed friend exclaimed. "I hate you! I hope you die!"

Without warning, Jennifer suddenly slapped her little brother across the face. The blow took his breath away and before he could respond, the tall girl spun him around and bent him over the edge of his bed and began slapping away at his bare butt with all her strength.

"Just who do you think you're dealing with?" Brandon's sister said in an aggressive, no nonsense voice. "Maybe this will make you think twice about giving me a hard time!"

"It's supposed to hurt, stupid!" Jennifer laid into him with a ferocity that reminded me of my stepmother. "I'm not playing around! You're going to do like I say or I'll beat your butt until you can't sit down for a month!"

"No, Jenny, no-no-no-no-no-no ...."

I glanced up at Marlene. She licked her lips and grinned.

"Do you want to be next?" she asked playfully.

I shook my head.

"Well, be good and maybe we'll let you get by ... this one time. Maybe."

I nodded my head and watched as my friend screamed and kicked in agony. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was glad it was him and not me getting his butt beat.

By the time Jennifer was done spanking her little brother, she was a different woman. Her eyes were afire and her breathing was heavy and strong. She looked at me hungrily and for a second I was scared to death she was about to beat on me, too. Thank goodness she didn't for some reason. With a wink and a lick of the lips, she pulled her naked, sobbing little brother to his feet and pushed him to stand next to me.

"Here, hold hands, you two," Jennifer ordered, putting Phillip's hand in mine.

Both girls giggled to see us standing there holding hands like a couple of little fairies.

"Very nice, Brandy," the dark-haired girl said with a sugary sweet voice. "You can cheer up my bratty little brother. Do a good job or maybe I'll blister your little butt, too."

I felt like a fool, standing stark naked in front of those two girls, holding hands with a crying boy. A naked crying boy, I should say, I guess.

"What do you want me to do?" I whispered weakly. My knees were wobbly and I felt like laying down on the floor, I was so ashamed.

Marlene was amused by what she saw. "You know what makes me feel good whenever I cry?" she said with a grin.

Jennifer shook her head. "No, what?"

My babysitter smiled. "A kiss from a friend. And a hug, too. That always makes me feel better."

Phillip and I looked at each other. "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" we both said in chorus.

Jennifer's expression changed from frustration to delight. She giggled like a little girl as she talked. "Oooooh, Marlene, that's a wonderful idea! I love watching boys kiss! Especially pretty little boys!"

My babysitter raised her eyebrows. "And when was the last time you saw two pretty little boys kiss?"

The older girl giggled. "Well, never, if you want to be technical about it. But I'm optimistic about today!" I shivered as she rubbed her fingertips up and down my bare back. "Hug and kiss, huh? I wish we'd done this yesterday! This is so exciting!"

My stomach felt all upset as the two girls stepped up along either side of us and forced us to our feet facing each other.

"All right, little fairies, let's do this right." Jennifer looked at me and winked. She then rubbed her hands together in a wicked fashion and placed them on her little brother's shoulders. "Go on, little faggot, let Brandy make you feel all better ...."

"No-o-o-o-o ...," Phillip cried as his sister pushed him toward me.

"I really want to go home ...." I whispered, but no one heard me.

Chapter Seventeen: Let the Fairy Games begin!

The next thing I knew, Marlene gripped my shoulders with her talon-like fingernails and turned me to face Phillip. I felt my entire body blush with embarrassment as I realized I was getting dangerously close to the boy opposite me. We were both naked as newborn babies, a fact that was painfully obvious to me. The closer we got, the more horrified I felt. I prayed for a miracle, but none was to come.

Like two little girls playing with a pair of dolls, Jennifer and Marlene pushed us together until were almost bumped noses. I closed my eyes and winced in case they tried to make us touch lips. But that wasn't the worst part!

To my horror, our bellies and our privates were pressing against each other, which was a real shock to my senses! The sensation of having the tip of my penis touch another boy's organ, and the feeling of them rubbing alongside one another as we moved closer together ... well, it was ... unnerving to say the least! Especially in front of two girls who were just dying to make fun of us!

"I don't like this ...." I started to complain. Marlene, however, cut me off quicker than I could get my words out.

"Oh, do not even start with me, butterfly boy. I know what you like and you just love this! You know you do, so don't even say another word. Just do like we say and pretty soon you'll be in seventh heaven, all right?"

Not knowing what else to do, I reverted to the old standard and just nodded my head.

Marlene whispered in my ear. "What was it you said about Phillip a little while ago?"

I shook my head. "I ... I ... don't ... remember."

She whispered again. I cringed, but a cruel fingernail in my bare shoulder pushed me to do as I was told.

"Oh, yeah. That ...," I said, looking into Phillip's watery eyes, only inches from my own. "I'm ... um ... in love with you. And I ... uh, want to hug you and ... k-k-kiss you ... and ... t-t-touch you all over."

I felt so ashamed as the words left my lips. The look on my buddy's face made me feel even worse. He was crying like a little baby.

"Stop saying that," he whined. "That's nasty talk!"

"Oh, no it isn't," Jennifer said brightly. "It's all true. Say it again, Brandon. Tell my little brother how much you really care for him."

Pressured by the girls, we squeezed even closer together. A lot closer than I could have ever imagined. I winced as the tip of my erection bumped my friend's balls. The sensation was shameful and I didn't think it was funny at all. My poor penis was so excited, I was afraid it was about to spurt! For some reason I worried that Phillip's might do the very same thing.

"Ew!" I squealed and I squirmed, but there was no escape. This was the most horrible thing that ever happened to me. "Marlene! Stop it! This isn't funny!"

Marlene giggled as she pushed my body so that our little dicks rubbed together again. "Oh, come on! It may not be funny, but you can't tell me it isn't fun!"

She pushed me again and I trembled as my erect penis touched Phillip's and a bolt of excitement thrilled me something terrible. Next, I remember feeling a sense of panic as Phillip's erect penis pushed first down against my balls and then sprung up against my erection. Talk about feeling awful! Yuck!

"Eww, this is awful!" I complained, squirming against the unwanted penis. "He's poking me ...."

"You like that, too, don't you, fairy boy?" Marlene teased. "Now, wrap your arms around each other and give your little boyfriend a nice big hug."

Reluctantly, I did as I was told. In turn I felt Phillip's arms lightly touching me, as though he was afraid to do it.

"Come on, girls!" Jennifer fussed. "You're acting like you're scared of each other. Hug tight, like you're in love!"

"Brandy's in love, aren't you, sweetie?" Marlene looked at me and giggled.

I did as I was told, although I felt queasy doing so. I'd never hugged a girl before, much less a boy ... or a naked boy. My stomach fluttered and my knees went weak. I remember being terrified as my stiff penis was suddenly stiffer than before, and it popped up between our boyish bellies where it rubbed against Phillip's penis again, too! It was probably the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me, hugging another boy like this and letting my dick touch his. But then again ... why did something about it feel so ... well ... nice?

Jennifer was still fussing at us. "I don't see any kissing! Didn't I say a hug and a kiss? Why don't I see any kissing?"

I hesitated for a moment. Apparently so did Phillip.

Marlene moved around where she could see us better. I remember her grinning at us.

"Oh, come on, guys! This is your big chance for your long awaited first kiss with a pretty boyfriend! All you have to do is pucker up your lips, then you just press them together for a little kiss."

"But ... I ... don't ...," I felt my knees go weak. "You mean ... kiss ... with ... with our mouths?"

Marlene laughed brightly. "Yes, stupid, that's how most of the world does it. With your mouths. What did you expect?"

Phillip pleaded desperately, "Please, Jenny ... don't make us kiss. I mean, please, not on the mouth."

The dark-haired girl sighed. "Oh, and do what instead? No, no, there will be none of that sissy on-the-cheek stuff for your guys! You're going to do it full on the mouth! Understand me? Come on, little faggot, you know you want to do it, so now's your chance."

I was so scared, I felt that stupid urge to pee again. No, not pee ... my gosh, I was about to squirt!

"Please, don't let me make a mess," I prayed to no one in particular.

Phillip's sister sighed a sigh of frustration. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

Using both hands, Jennifer took hold of our heads and forced our faces to smash against each other. I remember slobber and snot and tears being rubbed all over my mouth, face and eyes. I also remember Phillip's breath smelling like he'd just eaten some candy, something chocolate, maybe.

"Yay! They're kissing!" Marlene cheered.

"Well, sure, as long as I'm making them," Jennifer scoffed. "I'm going to keep doing this until you two cooperate! I guess we'll have to whip their little butts!"

Marlene jumped in with, "Brandon, you don't want me to go get your mother, do you? Do you want me to go get her?"

I couldn't answer very well, considering how my lips were being mashed against the other boy's mouth. But I got the word and I could hear Jennifer whispering something awful in Phillip's ear.

"No ... mmmph! I mean, okay ... I ... I'm cooperating ...."

I felt sick to my stomach. Kissing another boy was absolutely no fun for me. I thought about Marie and her girlfriends and how they'd predicted I'd like kissing another boy. I remembered at the time thinking there was no chance of that ever happening ... How could I be so wrong???

Breaking from my daydream, I looked into Phillip's tear- filled eyes and sighed. I closed my eyes, puckered up my lips and pushed my head forward. Almost immediately I could feel Phillip's lips pressing against mine.

"Good job!" Marlene said with a laugh. "I knew Brandon would go for it first! He is so queer, it was only natural."

Jennifer was just as encouraging in a sarcastic way. "You two are so adorable like that! You look just like a pair of pretty girlie fairies, hugging and kissing and loving on each other. It must be true love!"

"Yay!" Marlene cheered. "Our two little fairy boys are in love!"

"NO WE'RE NOT!" Phillip yelled. "YOU'RE MAKING US DO THIS!!!"

The boy in my arms tried to pull away, but Jennifer held him hard and pushed his body tight against mine. I, of course, didn't do anything to resist out of fear of punishment.

"Phillip, don't you dare let go! You keep on kissing until I say otherwise!"

"No-o-o-o ...." whined the crying boy.

Jennifer grabbed her little brother and forced him back in my arms. When she saw how cooperative I was, she immediately used that to her advantage.

"Here, Brandon, sweetie, help hold onto Phillip so he doesn't get away. He's going to get you both in trouble if he gets away. Do you want a whipping like I gave him?"

I shook my head. "No-o-o-o-o ...."

"Then don't let him get away," she ordered.

"Okay ...," I reluctantly replied.

Even though it meant hugging his naked body with mine, I wrapped my arms around Phillip to keep him from escaping. It felt so nasty, I couldn't believe I did that!

Jennifer giggled. "That's a good fairy. You don't want my little faggot brother to ruin your fun, do you? Of course you don't. You like the little game we're playing, don't you?"

I nodded my head. "I guess."

Marlene pat me on the head like I was her pet poodle. "That's a good little fairy ... I knew you would do the right thing."

"This isn't funny, Jenny!" my reluctant friend said angrily. "I'm not a fairy! You can't make me be one! Brandon, let me go!"

"Brandon, don't you dare let him go!" The older girl raised an eyebrow. "I'm not making you be anything you already aren't, little brother. Besides, you'll do whatever I tell you and you'll like it! How about if I give you another spanking? How about if I take some pictures of you with your little faggot boyfriend and send them to your daddy? What do you think he'll say when he finds out what kind of pervert you really are?"

Phillip looked at his sister and then me. It was as though he suddenly decided to give up. I remember how his body relaxed against mine, how tired his eyes look, just inches from my own.

"But you're making me do this ...," he persisted.

Jennifer rapped us both on top of the head with her knuckles. "If I don't see some kissing right now, I'm going to make both of your lives miserable. Do you understand me?"

"But, Jenny ...."

The angry girl gave me a stern look and nodded toward Phillip.

"Make him do it, fairy boy, or I'll get your mother up here on your butt."

Marlene joined in with, "Do like she says, Brandon Miller, or you will be so sorry!"

I nodded my head and sighed. It was my turn to do the unthinkable.

"Phillip, don't make trouble," I begged. "Please, let's kiss ... just a little bit, okay?"

Then I did something I never thought I'd do. I hugged the boy in my arms as hard as I could and as much as I hated to do it, I kissed his mouth over and over again.

"It's just these two stupid girls," I whispered. "Nobody will know ... just do ...."

-- I kissed him again --

"... just do like they say ...."

-- and again ... --

"... and everything will be okay."

-- and again! --

As I planted kiss after kiss on Phillip Prewitt's young mouth, he gave up his struggle and he fell limp against me. I felt a fluttering in my stomach as my new boyfriend slowly hugged me back and pressed his nose against mine. It wasn't a second later before his lips touched mine. He gave me a light kiss, pulled back and looked at me with those dull, watery eyes, and then leaned forward to press his mouth against mine.

"See, I knew he was a faggot," Jennifer said proudly.

Remembering the lessons learned with Marie and the girls, I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue between Phillip's limp lips. There was that taste and smell of chocolate again. I took a deep breath and kissed him as hard as I could.

And that's when we really caught the girls' attention!

"Wow ... Brandon really knows what he's doing," Marlene cooed. "And I think your little brother is getting into it, too. Isn't that just so cute?"

"I love it! I love it! I love it!" Jennifer clasped her hands together and laughed. "Now let's see what else we can make them do."

I remember Marlene then put her hands on my shoulders and pulled us apart. Next, she pushed me back against the edge of the bed and forced me to sit down. Phillip, in turn, was turned to face me. I felt my body go weak with shame as I once again found myself staring at my friend's penis.

"You like looking at that little dick, don't you, pretty boy?" The teenager grinned at me. "Don't worry, you'll get to play with it in a minute. But first you get a little treat."

Following my captors' instructions, I spread my naked eleven year old legs wide apart, leaving me vulnerable to whoever wanted to look at or touch my privates. Imagine my confusion as Jennifer then told her stepbrother to kneel down before me. I had a bad feeling as Phillip was pushed in position between my knees so snugly that he was practically rubbing up against my exposed penis and balls. I tried to close my legs to protect myself, but he was too close. I remember glancing over to see Marlene sitting on the edge of the bed next to me, her eyes wide with delight.

"All right, Phillip, now is your big chance," Jennifer said.

"To do what?" the surly child replied.

The dark-headed girl took a seat on the bed on my other side, trapping me between her and Marlene and a bewildered Phillip. To my chagrin, the two girls giggled like crazy.

Jennifer then turned toward her stepbrother. "You like jerking off so much, why don't you show us all how it's done?"

The eleven year old boy blinked his eyes. "You're not serious," he protested weakly.

Jennifer laughed and shook her head. "Oh, yes I am, little brother." She rubbed her palms together. "Come on, faggot, you're the expert. Show us all a little jacking off action. You're going to do him eventually. And he's going to do you, so you might as well have some fun with it."

Phillip looked from me to his stepsister and back. "I don't wanna ...." he said quietly.

Jennifer crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the floor. "I don't care what you want, pervert! You can either do like I say or I'll make you dress up like 'Phyllis' and then make you do all this anyway!"

The boy between my knees closed his eyes and sighed. "Okay," he said with resignation in his voice.

I braced myself for what was to happen next. It was like watching a slow, agonizing movie. I stared in horrified fascination as Phillip took my erect penis in his hand and started tugging on it.

"Ow-ow-ow!" I cried. "You're hurting me!"

I tried to get up but Marlene put her hand on my forehead and pushed me back down. A sharp glance warned me to sit still, leaving me helpless and at the mercy of my reluctant molester.

"Hush up, fairy boy! He's not hurting you and you know it! Just sit here and have a good time, all right?"

I wanted to stop, to get up and run away, but I was too scared. Instead, I braced myself to endure being masturbated. I felt so helpless, sitting naked between those two girls and having a boy play with my dick.

"Please, be careful ...." I whispered.

Through my tears I looked up at Phillip, who was working steadily to jack me off one handed. The couple of times I'd done it I'd used two hands, so it took me a few minutes to get used to the way he was doing it. It hurt a bit at first, his chubby, clumsy fingers pulling too hard and pinching my tender skin. But after a couple of minutes he got his rhythm and he was stroking my penis with an expertise that caught me off guard. The feeling was, well, pretty scary at first, then it became overwhelmingly delightful! I squirmed around a bit, trying to get him to slow down, but he was so wrapped up in the process, he seemed oblivious that I was even there.

"Mmmm ...," I mumbled softly, then I giggled. "Ooooooo ... Phillip! That ... tickles. Please ... be ... care- ... - ful ...."

"See?" Marlene said with a laugh. "I knew you'd like it!"

"I ... I do ... not," I whimpered. But I was lying, of course. I couldn't help squirming and giggling. It really did tickle!

"Ooooooooo ...." I moaned with a stupid grin on my face.

The blond teenager laughed gleefully. "Yeah, right! Wait 'til I tell your mother about this! She said you'd love playing naked games with another boy. She is going to adore seeing you two little fairies all lovey-dovey together!"

I tried to argue, but it wasn't any good. All I could do was just sit there and endure the lovely abuse being inflicted on me. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't believe how good it felt to be masturbated by Phillip. I mean, it was nothing like when the girls got hold of me in the garden maze. He was gentle and careful and didn't use his fingernails. It actually felt good ... better than good, actually. It was so wonderful, it was almost better than when I did it to myself!

I looked down at my new boyfriend. Phillip was actually kind of funny as he jacked me off. With a slight frown and the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips, he was fixated on rubbing my erect dick and nothing else mattered. I never felt so helpless in all my life. Well, except for that first day when I was stripped naked in Mrs. Taylor's garden ... but that was so long ago, I had other things on my mind at that moment.

"Um ... oh, gosh ...!" I cried as he suddenly turned his attention to the pink tip of my penis, rubbing it between his forefinger and thumb. "Oh ... that's ... please ... don't hurt me ... please ...!"

"That's it, keep it up, little brother," encouraged Jennifer. She looked from her stepbrother to me and grinned. "See, Brandon, I promised my little brother would show you a good time! Aren't you glad I hooked you two up together?"

"I ... I ... I guess ...," I said breathlessly.

Being masturbated distracted me so strongly that I could barely nod my head. I tried to close my eyes, but Marlene nudged me with her elbow.

"It's not nice to ignore your little boyfriend while he's playing with your dick," she taunted. "Remember what you said to him a few minutes ago? Say it again!"

I had to think a moment. "Say ... what?" I whispered breathlessly.

Marlene grinned. "I want you to say how you love Jenny's little brother. Go on, sweetie, talk to him while he's jacking you off, like a good little faggot."

I squirmed as I thought about what she wanted me to do. How could this pretty girl be so mean to me? She had to know this made me feel just awful. I mean, was there anything worse than acting like a complete fag?

"Say it, fairy boy!" The command was punctuated with a pinch on my naked shoulder.

I licked my lips and nodded. "I ... I love you ...."

"Phillip," Marlene prodded.

"Phillip," I said in a near whisper.

"Say the whole thing."

Writhing under Phillip's touch, I gasped and whispered, "I love you, Phillip."

Jennifer suddenly spoke up. Her voice was husky and low. "You heard your pretty boyfriend, little brother. How about giving Brandon a little kiss ...."

Pausing for a moment, the boy masturbating me looked up and showed me a sickly smile.

"Do I have to?" the bashful boy whined.

A nod from his sister was all it took. Phillip lifted his flushed face up toward mine, closed his eyes and pressed his lips together. It wasn't easy, but somehow I managed to lean down just enough to give him a kiss on the mouth. The touch of Phillip's hand on my organ was perversely delicious, and for some reason when my lips touched his, his mouth opened up. Mine did the same and to my surprise the kiss lasted a lot longer than I intended. I didn't mean it, but it just happened that way. It was nicer than I would have liked, to be honest about it.

"Okay, little brother, Brandon said he loved you." Jennifer thumped her blushing brother on the top of the head with her knuckle. "What do you say in return, faggot boy?"

"Ow! You didn't have to do that ...." The tearful, trembling boy before me bit his lip and sighed. Incredulous, I watched in awe as his mouth formed every syllable of the following sentence: "I love ... you, too, Brandon."

I was then nudged to kiss him again. I did as I was told and was rewarded with a fierce trembling all over my body.

Jennifer clapped her hands again. "You two guys are hilarious! What a pair of perverted little fairies they are!"

Marlene was just as enthusiastic. "All this kissing and hugging and jacking off ... Did you even think it would be so easy?"

The older girl nodded her head. "If I had, I would have done this months ago!"

The combination of masturbation and all that silly girly talk was too much for me. The build up toward orgasm was upon me and I was scared to death. I tried to stifle the feeling, you know, but I just couldn't do it. For some reason Phillip added a little more energy into his efforts and he rubbed my erect penis a little harder. It felt so wonderful and I felt so bad for liking it!

"Oh ... oh, my gosh," I said as I squirmed around. "Oh, oh ... oooooooooh!!!"

Marlene giggled again. "It sounds like somebody is having a good time."

"This is so sweet!" remarked Jennifer. "I can't wait to see what happens next!"

Suddenly, I felt a twitch in my penis, then a tingling down toward the base and way up inside my anus. I tried to stop it, to think of something that would calm me down ....

And that's when I spurted all over Phillip and myself and everything in sight!

"Ooooooh," I said, helpless and tingling all over from the orgasm. "Ooooh, that hurt ...."

"Ewwwwww," whined Phillip, was wiping semen from his hands, neck and shoulders. I think a little bit even got on his face. The very thought made me cringe with disgust.

"Yay!!!" cheered both Jennifer and Marlene, who clapped like we'd run a pair of consecutive home runs at the state championship.

"Now, wasn't that fun?" asked the older of the two girls. "I said, wasn't that fun?"

Phillip and I nodded our heads. That wasn't good enough, of course. Jennifer wasn't happy until we both "admitted" to having fun.

"That really was fun," I said in as excited a voice as I could come up with. "I liked it bunches!"

"Me, too," Phillip said reluctantly. "I ... liked ... it, too."

"Good!" Jennifer said brightly. "'Cause now it's your turned to get jacked off by your little fairy friend. Come on, girls, let's have some more fun!"

What happened next was really confusing. Before I could get my thoughts straight, the girls insisted that Phillip and I change positions. I'd hoped to go downstairs and leave with Juanita as soon as possible. Instead, I found myself down on my knees while Phillip perched on the edge of the bed between the two giggling teenaged girls. I was disgusted to find warm semen all over my stomach, running down between my legs and making me sticky all over. I looked around for a tissue, but Marlene put me back on focus.

"Stop messing around! It's your turn to jack off my little brother! Get to work, fairy boy! And do a good job. He deserves it after working so hard to make you happy!"

I remember looking up at Phillip's naked body and thinking, "Wow ... now it's my turn. Just like Juanita said. Maybe it won't be so bad ...."

I licked my lips. To be honest, he really was kind of pretty, like a naked girl, with his long dark blond hair and babyfat. It was the erect penis that threw everything off. Well, that and the sticky white jism on his pale, pink skin. Thank goodness he didn't have any hair on his body or it would have really looked gross.

"Don't make me get violent," Marlene prodded.

"Okay, don't get mad," I said with a hoarseness in my voice. "I'm doing it the best I can ...."

True to form, I shivered all over as I took Phillip's penis in between my two hands. I was scared to death that something horrible would happen when I touched it, but it wasn't so bad after all. It was actually kind of interesting. Phillip's erect organ felt just like mine, as a matter of fact, only it wasn't mine ... it was someone else's! I couldn't believe I was holding another boy's dick in my hands, but it was true. I was amazed at how firm and warm it felt ... I could swear I felt a heartbeat! Horrified, I pulled away! I was so weak I could barely raise my voice in protest of my predicament.

"Do I really have to do this?" I moaned.

I felt bad as I noticed how my voice was sad and dejected. On the other hand, my friend's penis was wide awake and bouncing back and forth before my very eyes.

"Yes, you have to," the sixteen year old dominatrix commanded. "You don't want to be selfish, do you? You had your fun. Don't you want your little lover boy to have a nice time, too?"

Nodding my head, I whispered, "I guess so."

"Please, don't make him, Marlene." A frightened Phillip looked from his stepsister to me. I'll never forget the fearful expression in his eyes. "You don't have to do this, really, Brandon. Please, Marlene ... Jenny, I don't want him to ...."

Jennifer McCarty grinned brightly. "Oh, don't be such a baby. You're always in the bathroom jacking off. It's about time you had a pretty fairy boy do it for you."

"I'm not a fairy," I muttered quietly.

The older girl giggled. "Oh, sure you're not. Come on, butterfly boy, you had your fun, now it's your turn to do him. Let's see how long it takes you to make my little brother here spurt! Go for it, just like he did for you!"

Not knowing what else to do, I leaned toward the boy opposite me and took his penis in between my palms. The warm, turgid organ was surprising supple as I spun it gently between my palms. I took a deep breath and in a minute I was rubbing it like I'd done for myself the past few days.

"Be care," whispered Phillip.

"Oh, shut up, faggot," his sister fussed. "Brandon knows what he's doing. From what I've seen, you're practically an expert at this, too, aren't you, pretty boy?"

Marlene giggled. "My mom said he is, and she's a medical expert on this kind of stuff!"

"She is?" Jennifer looked at her friend with a skeptical eye. "How so?"

My babysitter giggled again. "From her work down at the clinic, silly. She knows all about how boys jack off and stuff. See how he's using two hands? That's the sign of a real fairy! He knows what he's doing!"

Blushing bright red, I didn't say anything. Instead, I looked down at my hands and I marveled at the feel of another boy's penis in my grip. Smooth and hairless, it was fascinating to look at and despite its slender appearance I was amazed by how thick it felt and how long it felt in my hand. I was even more conscious of the warmth and the texture of the delicate skin and how my manipulations caused him to squirm and wriggle about and sigh loudly. The more I masturbated my friend ... well, the more interesting it became to me.

"That's a good boy," Jennifer said. Her voice was warm and husky. "Now, Brandon, give Phillip a little kiss like a good little fairy."

I paused for an instant and did as I was told. Phillip had his eyes closed, so when I leaned over and kissed his mouth he gave a slight start, but he did not resist. It was another long kiss, one that, well, wasn't so bad after all.

"Thanks for ... for not hurting me," Phillip said shyly. "You're really good at this."

My face went hot as I realized what he said might be used against us. However, I glanced over to see that the girls had moved out of earshot. As I resumed jacking off my friend I looked over to see Marlene and Jennifer had gotten up from the bed and were slowly walking toward the bedroom door. They both had mischievous looks on their faces.

"Where ...?" I cleared my throat and tried again. "Where are you going?"

"None of your business, faggot!" Jennifer hissed. "You just keep doing what you're doing!"

She moved toward me and I quickly resumed my awkward task.

"Here, maybe this will keep you busy," the dark-headed girl said. For some reason her voice was trembling, like she was scared or maybe excited about something.

I felt a cold shiver down my spine as she stepped close and put her hand on the back of my head. I tried to resist as she guided my face down toward the shiny pink penis in my hands.

"No-o-o-o-o ... mmph!" I sputtered as my lips smashed against the repugnant object. "That's not funny!"

"Oh, you don't mean that and you know it!" The tall girl giggled. "From now on, we say 'give Phillip a kiss,' make sure you kiss the tip of his pretty little pee-pee first. You know, just for fun!"

Marlene giggled maniacally. "Oh, Jenny, this is too good to be true!"

My face red with shame, I looked up at Marlene and shook my head.

"Don't give me that look, stupid boy!" Marlene ordered. "Do like Jenny said! Look at Phillip. Look deep in his eyes and tell him how much you love him. Then give his pee-pee a nice wet kiss. You know what to do, so do it! Now!"

I hesitated for a second, then I did as I was told.

"I, um, I love you, Phillip," I said as I rubbed his throbbing penis between my palms.

I remember my life flashing before my eyes as I prepared to do the unthinkable, this time on my own. Glancing guiltily toward the bedroom door, I licked my lips and said a little prayer. I don't know why I bothered. I was going to have to do it no matter who was watching, who might see me. I didn't even dare look at the girls or at Phillip. I just didn't want to know what they thought of me as I began to do the nastiest thing I'd ever done in my life.

"Please, don't let Juanita see me doing this!" I thought desperately.

It really wasn't all that bad, in retrospect, I mean. Oh, sure, at that moment I thought I'd died and gone to hell, but realistically, all I did was press my lips against the tip of my friend's penis and then pull away. It was actually a lot easier than kissing him on the lips. At least I didn't get any slobber all over my face.

"Wow ...," whispered Jennifer. "He did it."

"Of course he did," Marlene said with a grin. "I knew he'd do it. After all, he's a fairy, right?"

The older girl looked at me and laughed. "Of course ... you're a good little fairy, aren't you, Brandon? Say it. Tell me what kind of fairy you are."

I looked up at Jennifer and nodded. "I'm a good fairy," I said weakly.

"You sure are," Phillip's sister said with a giggle. "Now, do that again until we tell you to stop."

Shrugging my shoulders, I pressed my lips against the little pink mushroom tip once more. Looking up, I saw approving smiles coming from the two girls. I gave a sickly little grin of my own and kissed the penis tip over and over again. The boy laying before me moaned and squirmed, but that was about it. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought he liked it.

This went on for a while. I can't remember how long. I just remember rubbing that penis in between my hands and periodically kissing the tip while Phillip writhed and whimpered helplessly before me. Suddenly, a clear sticky stuff leaked out the tip. Of course, I got it all over my mouth and I couldn't help but feel queasy as I realized I'd accidentally tasted it. I kept my head down in case one of the girls saw what happened and wanted to make fun of me.

"It isn't that bad," I thought as I licked my lips. "Just a little sticky, that's all."

Wiping my mouth on my arm, I noticed the girls had disappeared from the room. I cleared my throat and licked my lips. "Um, where are you ...?"

There was no telling how long they'd been gone. It could have been five minutes, it probably was a lot longer. I thought for a moment and wondered what I was supposed to do. I wondered if Juanita would come looking for me. I glanced at the door and prayed. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me on my knees with Phillip's penis in my hands.

I sat there for the longest time, wondering if I was supposed to stop or go downstairs or what. A couple of times I started to get up and leave the room, but then I realized that would be stupid. My stepmother would want to know what I'd been doing and she'd end up talking to Phillip's mom and pretty soon the whole world would come to an end. And so I just sat there and felt stupid. It was a lot better than the alternative.

After a while Phillip realized I'd stopped and he sat up and opened his eyes and gave me a weird, almost dreamy look. I thought I actually saw a smile on his face.

"What ... what's happening?" he asked in a breathless voice.

I shrugged my shoulders. "The girls ... they're gone."

He blinked, looked around the room and blinked again. "Where'd they go?"

"I dunno." I thought for a second. "Downstairs, I guess. Do you want me to stop?" I asked half-heartedly. "I really don't want to do this anymore. But I don't want to get beat up by those stupid girls, either, and they might come back any second."

The blushing boy glanced over at the door and listened. Then he shrugged his naked shoulders.

"I ... dunno. Maybe you better ... keep on doing that," he said softly. "You know ... I ... I don't think that's a good idea ... to stop ... yet. I mean ... I think we better keep going. Just in case ... they do come back, I guess."

I couldn't help but notice that Phillip was acting funny as he made this strange statement. I thought about what he said and shrugged my shoulders.

"Don't you think I like doing this," I said defensively. "It's not my fault I'm doing it. They're always making me do something awful and I always get hit if I don't do what they say."

Phillip stared at me for a moment and then he nodded his head and grinned a bashful grin. "Yeah ... okay ... then I guess ... this could be some sort of trick. If you stop now and they come back ... you might get hit. You don't want them mad at you again, right? I'm ... I guess you ought to ... don't stop ... you know ... doing that."

The embarrassed boy looked down at me. He looked so ashamed as he asked me to, well ... basically he wanted me to keep jacking him off and kissing his penis. I didn't argue. Instead, I nodded and did as he wished.

As I spun his erection between my palms, it suddenly occurred to me that Phillip seemed as though he was starting to enjoy our little game a bit too much. He made the cutest noise, kind of like a purring kitten, as I rubbed his penis back and forth in my hands and kissed it every once in a while.

I can admit this now, though I would never have done so back then, but I couldn't help but grin -- just a little -- as Phillip squirmed under my touch. I mean, in a way, I was actually kind of happy at that point. I think it was because now I finally had someone to share in my misery. This wasn't exactly the way I wanted to spend my summer vacation, you know, stark naked and playing strange games with a naked boy. But in its own way it was kind of fun. A little bit, maybe.

I sighed a sigh of ultimate resignation as I realized I was turning into the very thing my stepmother wanted me to become.

Anyway, more than once I'd glance up from my position between Phillip's knees and see him looking at me with sleepy eyes and a droopy grin. In turn he'd see me and he would turn away and hid his face like a bashful girl. For some reason I thought that was cute and I actually burst out giggling like an idiot.

"What ... what's so funny?" Phillip gasped as I jerked on his penis.

I shrugged my naked shoulders. "You are," I said shyly.

I grinned as I looked at the little pink bag just below the base of his penis, just bare inches from my face. I thought about the agony Marie and her girlfriends put me through only a few days before and I shivered as I thought about giving Phillip's balls a pinch. Ow ... that would be mean, of course, and there was no way I wanted to hurt my new friend. I just ... well ... I didn't know what I wanted.

Cringing with guilt, I shyly looked up at the squirming boy. If I had any fear of him making fun of me for being "queer," they vanished when I saw the whimsical smile on his face. I suddenly realized that he was just as trapped as I was in the little game the girls had set for us and he had no grounds to criticize me.

"Maybe he won't make fun of me next time he's with his buddies," I said to myself. Without missing a beat I quickly resumed masturbating him. "Now I can tell something on him," I thought triumphantly.

I wondered for an instant what Marie and her friends would think if they could only see me at that very moment, kissing and jacking off another boy my own age. After all the accusations of being queer and how I'd made out with other boys. And now ... well, now here I was, doing exactly like they said. Then I thought about how they'd kissed and touched each other.

"Maybe this is a good thing," I thought desperately.

I then imagined what would happen if Juanita ever discovered what I was doing. She'd love it, no doubt and I'd never hear the end of it. She might even make me do it again! The mere thought caused me to feel both ashamed and giddy with excitement!

"How did this happen to me?" I whispered to myself as I continued to masturbate my eleven year old friend. "Am I really a fairy after all?"

This routine went on for quite some time. I would spin Phillip's penis in between the palms of my hands a few times and then I'd whisper "I love you" over and over again. Then I'd kiss the tip of his penis and then I'd go back to work jacking him off. This was just in case the girls came back, of course. Poor Phillip, he just squirmed and wriggled on the edge of the bed, a lot like I remember doing for Marie and her girlfriends when they tormented me.

Being that this was the first time I'd ever jacked off another boy, I really felt stupid, not to mention terrified. Part of me was miserable and wanted to go home, while another part of me was fascinated by the entire process. I wondered if Phillips was as scared as I was. I sort of doubted it, judging from the silly expression on his face and the cute purring noises he made in response to my touch. I couldn't help but giggle at how goofy he was acting, even though my hands and arms were aching from jacking him off for so long.

Suddenly there was an explosive spurt of semen, and I was caught completely unaware. It wasn't like I had a lot of experience in that sort of thing, of course.

"Mmmmm ... oh ... oh ... o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!!!!!" he moaned suddenly.

"Oh, shoot!" I cried out in frustration. His orgasm actually frightened me! I mean, I had no idea what to do but just sit there and let it happen! Compared to me, he'd spurted out what seemed like a gallon of that white sticky stuff! I mean, like I said, it was the first time I ever did somebody else, so what did you expect? In true humiliating fashion, I ended up with his jism in my hair, on my face and all over my hands and arms. I was a complete and total mess!

"Phillip, darn it ...," I fussed. "You got that stuff all over me! I didn't do that to you! Stupid idiot!"

Phillip didn't say anything in return. He'd fallen back onto the bed and was breathing hard and heavy. He was also giggling like a fool. What in the world ...? I couldn't tell if he was laughing at me or what ... I mean, I was so mad, I could hardly see straight.

What the heck was so funny???

It took a few minutes for me to calm down and for Phillip to say anything at all. I was so frustrated, I was still kneeling on the floor alongside the bed, pouting like a jilted girl.

"Are you done laughing at me?" I said angrily. "It's not funny!"

"I wasn't laughing at you," the blond boy finally said from his reclining position. "I was ... well, that was kind of ... you know ... it felt ... you know ... really good."

I would have really let him have it if I hadn't agreed with him, which I was ashamed to admit at that time. It took me a second to realize that maybe Phillip and I had developed some sort of ... well, a relationship, at the hands of our teenaged tormentors.

The very thought caused my heart to skip a beat and my palms to sweat!

"I'm not ... liking this, am I?" I thought in a panic. "Ew! I hope not!"

It took a few minutes before anybody said anything else. At long last Phillip Prewitt took a deep breath and giggled, just like his stepsister did a few minutes before. "Can I tell you a secret?"

I nodded. For some reason he looked, well, pretty. It was then that I noticed how his cheeks were burning bright red. I wondered if my face was the same color.

"I ... um ... you know ... if it wasn't for those stupid girls, I mean. If it was just you and me ... well, that was sort of fun. Don't you think?"

I shook my head. "Heck no! I ain't no fairy ... kissing and jacking off boys is for faggots and I ain't no fag!"

Phillip shook his head. He knew I was lying, of course. And I knew exactly what he meant. I liked ... no, I loved the feeling I got when he'd jacked me off. I even kind of liked the kissing, too. Heck, for some reason kissing was almost as much fun for me as jacking off, especially with the girls. And now, well, after all the kissing Phillip and I'd done, I knew I'd spend the rest of the summer thinking about him, too.

Funny ... as loathe as I was to say so, I actually liked making out and jacking off with another boy. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me. I just didn't like the drama that the girls forced on us in the process. I thought about Marie and her girlfriends and how they'd kissed each other without a thought. Nobody thought that was weird or anything.

"Why was it so wrong for boys to do the same thing?" I wondered.

I remained quiet as Phillip sat up and looked at me with that silly, bashful look in his eyes.

"Maybe if we didn't protest so much," I thought to myself "... maybe if we just did like everyone keeps telling us ... then maybe nobody would tease us about it so much. Maybe that was the answer."

"You got that stuff all over you," he said with a sheepish grin.

I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the spunk from my face and chin. It was warm and sticky and the smell gave me the shivers.

"You got it on you, too," I said softly.

I handed him a tissue, which he accepted with a smile. My new boyfriend then leaned over and gave me a light hug and a kiss on the lips. As he pulled away, I felt a pang of regret. I couldn't believe what I was about to say.

"Want to do it again?" I said in a half-whisper. I slid my hand under his limp organ and gave it an affectionate kiss.

That's when I suddenly heard someone behind me speak up in a loud, cheerful voice:

"Not now, honey bunny. You two have had plenty of fun for now! It's time to come downstairs and entertain us grownups for a while!"

My heart dropped and I turned to face the door.

Holy crap!

It was my stepmother!

Chapter Eighteen: My Misery, My Stepmother's Delight

And so, there I was, eleven years old, stark naked and caught kneeling between the legs of my childhood friend, Phillip Prewitt. My wicked stepmother, Juanita, had that ever-present "I told you so" grin on her face, which made me feel positively ill. You cannot imagine the horror I felt as I looked up and saw her studying me, arms crossed, her toe tapping on the hardwood floor. I felt like my life was completely out of control. Everything my stepmother had said about me the past few days was vindicated the moment she saw me with Phillip Prewitt's dick in my hand.

I was doomed!

"Look what we found, Barbara! A pair of pretty little fairy boys playing pretty fairy games! What do you think of that?"

Oh, yeah ... to make things even worse -- as if that was possible -- Phillip's stepmother, Mrs. McCarty, was standing by Juanita's side. The look on our hostess' face was not at all what I expected. Instead of shock and outrage, the perfect homemaker had a smug grin that was about as unnerving as the one on my own stepmother's face. Mrs. McCarty's expression declared she expected to find her stepson doing something nasty with another boy and that was perfectly fine with her.

The two women were standing in the doorway, right where they had a perfect view of me at Phillip's feet. I remember kneeling there in all my naked shame, waiting to see what would happen next. I mean, I was so scared, I was afraid to move a muscle! The bad part was I still had Phillip's limp penis in my hand, and that wasn't exactly what I wanted my stepmother to see at that very moment. I recoiled away from it, like I'd been holding an electric eel and had just gotten shocked. But it was too late. Everyone knew what I'd been doing and they were eager to talk about it.

"Don't stop on our account, Brandon darling," cooed Mrs. McCarty. The smiling lady caught me looking right at her and she mouthed a pretty little pout. "We'll just stand here and watch for a little while."

"After what I saw, I think they may be ready for a little break," Juanita said with an evil sneer. "For pity's sake, Brandon, wipe the cum off your face! You look like such a little slut!"

Words cannot express my feelings at the time. To be seen doing something so ... nasty, so ... private ... with another boy, yet! And by my arch enemy, my stepmother! Oh, God ... it couldn't have been worse! I was so stunned by this revelation, I just sat on the floor and tried to think of something to say or do to make things better. The best I could do was just sit there.

Holy crap!

After several moments of nerve-wracking silence, I finally spoke up. I cleared my throat and half-whispered, "Um, how long were you all there?"

"Long enough to see everything," Juanita said with a smirk. "Long enough to see you swapping spit with your little boyfriend here and then watch you milk his penis like a sorority girl jacking off a football player."

The two women chuckled at the remark. I felt just awful. I glanced at Phillip. He looked like he wanted to throw up.

"I wasn't at all surprised by what I saw," my stepmother said. Her smile suddenly softened, just a bit, but her eyes were sharp and alight with pleasure. "From the minute I laid eyes on you, Brandon, dear, I always knew you were a little fag. You kept lying about it, but I knew you were a Nancy-boy. I can't wait for your father to find out. He would be so proud if he could see you right now."

Oh, jeez ... my dad! I couldn't even begin to imagine what he would think if he saw me doing any of this stuff. I tried to swallow, but I couldn't. My heart was beating so hard, I thought it was about to jump out my throat!

"You weren't supposed to see us," poor Phillip said, crying like a baby. "Jennifer wasn't supposed to tell."

Mrs. McCarty smiled. "Jennifer didn't say a thing to us, little Miss Smarty Panties! As a matter of fact, she left quite a while ago with Marlene to get a soda and visit some friends. No, I was just showing Mrs. Miller around the house and we heard you two little lovebirds whispering and making noise. We even knocked, but I guess you were too busying jacking each other off to notice."

Juanita raised and eyebrow and sipped on her drink. "I'm not surprised. You could bring in a brass band while Brandon was jerking off and he would never know it. It is so funny how little boys get so caught up in themselves like that."

"I wasn't jacking ... him ...," Phillip said with weak defiance. "It ... this ... isn't my fault!"

I licked my dry lips. By this time I'd gotten weary and I was sitting next to the trembling boy on the edge of his bed. I noticed I was shaking a little bit, too.

"It's ... it's not my fault, either," I said weakly. "The ... the girls ... they made us do this! I promise!"

Phillip nodded his head vigorously. "Yeah, it was Jenny's fault!"

Both women, of course, shook their heads.

"Oh, Phillip, you are such a liar!" Mrs. McCarty said in a very school teacher-like manner. "This has nothing to do with Jennifer, nor Marlene. They weren't even in the house when we caught you two little faggots playing your little fairy games. She never said a word about you taking off your clothes and she certainly didn't tell us you were jacking off with Brandon!"

My friend's face was red with frustration. "But she ... they ... we weren't ...."

"Oh, no, you're not going to blame your sister for this, little mister!" Our hostess' eyes shined with pleasure as she glanced from her stepson to me. "You were caught fair and square, so now you have to pay the consequences."

I tried to say something, exactly what I don't remember, but my words never got out of my mouth.

"That goes for you, too, Brandon Miller," Juanita took a drag from her cigarette. "You are not going to sit there with some boy's dick in your hand and his jism all over your face and blame some girl for what you've done! I told you time and again the one thing I will not tolerate it lying! Do you understand me?"

"But ....," I shook, then nodded my head. I then started crying.

Juanita's eyes lit up with smug satisfaction. "It's obvious to both me and Mrs. McCarty you enjoy being a little fairy boy. We even caught you kissing Phillip's pee-pee! You really liked that didn't you? You like playing naked games with your little boyfriends, right? Come on, honey, tell Mother the truth."

I felt so helpless, trapped between my friend's knees. My eyes flooded with tears. There wasn't much I could do other than mutter "I guess" and "Yes, ma'am" as my stepmother questioned me in humiliating detail. Terrified of getting another whipping, I confessed to everything she accused me of doing, from jacking off Phillip to kissing him on the mouth. I mean, there was no use in denying it as she'd caught me in the act.

"You like playing with Phillip's pee-pee, don't you?" she said with a grin. "You even liked kissing it, right? Don't you dare lie to me, Brandon Miller! I caught you in the act!"

I caught myself sobbing as I tried to come up with an answer. "Yes ... y-y-yes, ma'am," I said with a trembling voice. "I liked it, I think."

"You think? You don't know? If you didn't like it, why were you doing it?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't know. I maybe I did like it. I mean, I just did it, I guess."

"Just like I predicted," my stepmother said with frightening grin. "I don't mind you being a faggot, but you're worse. You are a little liar! All that stuff you told me before about not kissing boys and not playing naked games with them, that was all lies, wasn't it?"

Not knowing what else to do, I nodded my head. I had no idea of what I was admitting. All I knew was I would do anything to get my stepmother to stop harassing me.

"Yes, ma'am ... it was all lies."

Juanita grinned. "So you like this little game, huh?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yes, ma'am, I guess I do. I guess."

"You were just a little shy."

I nodded. "I ... I was ... I was just a little shy, I guess."

"Just you wait 'til I tell Mrs. Taylor and Bridget about this," she said dramatically. "They will find this particularly interesting, no doubt."

The smirk on my stepmother's face told me I'd finally said the right things. She'd gotten me to confess to being just the opposite kind of boy I wanted to be, and now she was going to make sure I stayed that way. I thought about Mrs. Taylor's reaction to all this and a feeling of dread chilled me to the bone.

Phillip's stepmother was all over him, too, cooing playful insults and teasing him in much the same manner. I remember looking over at him and making a "what can you do?" face. It seemed we'd done the forbidden and now we were going to have to live with it for the rest of our lives. Well, the rest of the summer, at least.

"The past couple of years I've suspected Phillip of playing 'dressup' in my clothes," Mrs. McCarty said. "He's denied it so many times, it's made me ill. And now I catch him doing this? I'm like you, Juanita. I hate all the lying! There's nothing wrong with being gay, in my opinion. I just don't like him lying and running around behind my back and being a sneak thief."

Sneak thief? Oh, yeah, ... then I remembered Jennifer bragging about how she'd planted her things around her little brother's bedroom in hopes of making their parents think he was a sissy. I then looked over at Phillip and I felt so sorry for him. The poor little guy didn't stand a chance.

I suddenly noticed that Juanita seemed to take over the conversation. She nodded, took a puff from her cigarette and sighed.

"Personally, I blame the fathers and the husbands and all other adult men. They all act so macho and invulnerable, it is just sickening! And then, just when a pretty little boy like Brandon or Phillip tries to express their sensitive side, they do it in secrecy and lie about it. It's no wonder they end up so perverted!"

My stepmother took a long drag from her cigarette and blew a thin stream of smoke from her mouth. It looked just like the exhaust from a rocket launching from Cape Canaveral. Fascinating.

"Well, my eyes are now open." Juanita smiled at Mrs. McCarty as she spoke. "Now that we know the truth, it seems to me that we best to bring out that side of their personalities early on, strip away all that false bravado and let them be the pretty little fairies they really are. Adulthood and machismo are for adults, end of argument!"

Our pretty hostess glanced at her son and then at me. "I agree completely. Childhood is too short and precious to be wasted. These two might need a little help learning how to have a little fun."

"Good idea. We certainly don't want you two cuties to have to hide your little game from us," insisted Juanita. My stepmother had a scary smile on her face as she looked at Mrs. McCarty. "Why don't we bring them downstairs to keep us company for a while? You don't mind them playing their little fairy games in the living room, do you, Barbara?"

"Oh, no. Not at all," Mrs. McCarty said. She had an expression of blissful satisfaction as she glanced from me to her stepson and back to me again. "As a matter of fact, I insist on it. This way we'll know exactly what they're up to."

Juanita took a drag from her cigarette and nodded.

A few minutes later Phillip and I were standing in the middle of the living room, side by side, still stark naked and frightened to death, waiting to see what fate had in store for us. Juanita and Mrs. McCarty were seated on the sofa, sipping coffee and whispering to each other. It was our hostess who broke the silence with an unusual statement.

"Before we do anything else, we need to settle something," she said with complete sincerity. "My little Phillip was such a bully last night. Before they play any more, I figure our two little fairies needed to settle their differences. Don't you think that makes sense?"

"It makes perfect sense to me." Juanita took a puff from her cigarette and nodded. "More sense than anything else I've seen today. You're right, Barbara, we need to get that out of the way right now."

"Exactly!" Mrs. McCarty exclaimed.

Great. It seemed that everyone knew all about the episode the night before when Phillip and his buddies attacked me with the pellet guns. I shuddered at the memory of it all. Little did either of us know that single incident would be the cause of our greatest humiliation.

I watched with dreadful curiosity as our hostess got up and produced a wooden stool.

"Here you go, sweetie," she said, giving me a push down on the stool. "This will be just perfect."

I remember how cold the seat was on my bare butt when I sat. And I remember the dread I felt as a nervous Phillip was drug before me.

"All right, Phillip, honey," Mrs. McCarty pushed Phillip toward me and rubbed her hands together. "Are you ready for a good spanking?"

My naked friend looked from his mother to me and back again. "A spanking? What did I do?"

His mother raised her eyebrows. "Brandon is going to spank you for what you did to him last night. We're not going through that again and I don't want any arguments. You just do as you're told or I'll make sure you're sorry you didn't cooperate."

"But I just got a spanking this morning already," the naked boy complained. "Why do I have to ...."

Before he could say another word, Mrs. McCarty slapped his face so hard and so quick, it nearly caused me to pee right then and there! For an instant Phillip was silent, stunned by the blow. He glanced at me, then back at his stepmother and then he took a deep breath and started bawling.

"Don't even say another word, young man, or I'll do it again," Mrs. McCarty said in a stern voice. "It's time you learned to do as you're told without arguing. Keep it up and you'll find yourself in a world of hurt."

Phillip was really crying by now, but he didn't say another word. I looked from my tearful friend to the two women. And that's when it hit me. He really was going to get spanked. And by ... me.

Mrs. McCarty stepped close to me and gave me a warm hug and a pat on my head. Trapped on my stool, I let her do as she wanted. Funny, as she caressed my face with one hand and my bare butt with the other, she was so loving, so tender in the way she touched me, it was hard to believe this was the same woman who'd just slapped the heck out of her stepson.

"Such pretty, curly hair. Oh, Brandon, you poor thing, I bet you can't wait to get your revenge," she said to me. "After all that little brat did to you last night, I bet you just can't wait to beat his pretty little ass."

I looked from Juanita to Mrs. McCarty and then at a crying Phillip. They were really going to let me ... make me ... do this?

"I don't know why you're looking so upset," my stepmother remarked with a smile. "I'd think a boy like you would be looking forward to getting your hands on Phillip's pretty bare bottom.

It was with that remark that Juanita broke the code for me. Yes, the adults were going to "let" me spank Phillip for his role in the pellet gun attack the night before. They wanted was to see Phillip get his bottom spanked, by me and, yes, in my birthday suit. The fact that we boys were both naked was just icing on the cake.

"Holy cow!" I suddenly thought. "That means I ... I gotta give Phillip Prewitt a whipping? With both of us naked? Holy crap!"

"Honestly," Juanita sniffed, "I don't think Brandon could hurt a fly without crying about it. He's just too much of a sissy. I swear, Barbara, if it wasn't for the two of us, he'd never touch Phillip's bottom. Well, except maybe to kiss it!"

Phillip dropped his gaze to the floor and started crying again. "I don't want a spanking!" he fussed. "Please, don't let him spank me!"

I squirmed uncomfortably on the hard wooden stool. I felt really bad for him. And for me, too. He was the loser and I was the winner. How lucky did that make either of us?

"How, oh, how do I get myself in these predicaments?" I lamented silently.

"All right, Brandon, sweetie, let's get things going," Mrs. McCarty said, giving me another affectionate pat on the head. "Time for you to give my naughty little Phillip his just desserts."

"No-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!" cried Phillip. "I'm so- ... sorry!!! Please, don't!!!! I'm sorry ... please, I don't want a spanking ... especially not from him!"

"Oh, do shut up, 'Phyllis'!" our smiling hostess ordered as she pushed the sobbing boy before me. I watched with excited horror as she forced him to lean forward and slide onto my bare legs. "Remember what I said about not arguing? Now, I want you to bend over Brandon's lap like a good little girl ...."

"No-o-o-o-o-o ...," Phillip cried. In spite of his protests, however, he did exactly as his stepmother directed.

It felt so weird, having a naked boy bend over my lap like that. Under any other circumstances it might have felt ... well, maybe a little bit nice. But under the scrutiny of our stepmothers and considering everything else that happened that day, it was pretty darned awful! I blushed at the feel of Phillip's stiff penis pressing against my legs and in turn the ache of my own penis pressing against my friend's belly.

"You can use your bare hand, Brandon," Mrs. McCarty said nonchalantly. She put my hand on Phillip's naked butt and forced me to rub it. "See now ... doesn't his bottom feel really nice? I put lotion on it after I spanked him earlier this morning. Makes it smell nice and clean, too, don't you think?"

"It does feel kind of nice," I said dumbly.

I looked up at my stepmother.

"I figured you'd say that," Juanita said. The gloating look on her face made me feel just awful. "This is probably a dream come true for you, isn't it, butterfly boy?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged and nodded. What else could I do?

"You can play with it for a while if you like," Mrs. McCarty suggested. "You can poke around and pat it and pinch it, do whatever you want. It's all yours, honey."

Phillip's stepmother encouraged me by sliding my hand up and down her stepson's bottom and in between his thighs. Not knowing what else to do, I just sat there and let my hand go where no other boy's hand had gone before. Phillip squirmed like crazy and I couldn't blame him one bit! I couldn't imagine another boy playing with my butt that way, but I knew I wouldn't like it!

The picture perfect housewife smiled. "See, isn't that fun? You can play with it all you want before you spank it. Whatever you want to do."

I nodded as I tried to figure out what I was supposed to do. My body was overloaded with a series of sensual assaults, from the cool wood of the stool I sat on, to the warmth and weight of Phillip's nude body across my legs, to the cool air conditioning tickling my bare back. I tried to order my penis to calm down, but it was as hard as a bone, pushing into Phillip's naked belly. Likewise, his erection was jabbing me rudely in the leg. On top of all that, I could feel the glowing smiles of the two women watching our every move.

"Come on, Brandon," my stepmother ordered. "Do as Mrs. McCarty says."

Nodding my head, I ran my hand across Phillip's bare butt one more time, my fingertips darting down his crack, you know, just to see what it felt like.

"No-o-o-o-o ... please, not that! Not like this," the crying boy sobbed.

"Here, you want to touch his butthole?" Mrs. McCarty took my hand and directed it deeper in between Phillip's naked cheeks. "Don't worry, like I said, I put lotion on it earlier. Besides, he had a bath this morning, so it shouldn't be dirty. There you go. Doesn't that feel funny?"

I felt a mixture of guilt and curiosity as my fingertip caressed my friend's exposed anus. I probably rubbed it longer than I meant to, but I couldn't help think about what it felt like on the receiving end. I remember pressing in far enough that I could feel Phillip's butt muscles squeeze hard around my fingertip. It was almost like it wouldn't let me go. What an odd feeling that was!

"Oh, gosh ... not that ... mmmmmmmph!" Phillip fussed a bit as I moved my finger around his butthole. My finger suddenly slid all the way inside and to my surprise, he went completely silent except for a soft moaning sound.

I couldn't help but smile -- just a little bit -- when that happened. As I pushed my finger in and out of Phillip's bottom, I thought about how part of me hated being touched there while that other part of me loved it. Being that this was my first time touching somebody else like that, I wondered what my friend thought. It was hard to tell for sure as -- except for some soft whimpering -- he was curiously quiet.

It wasn't until I realized my stepmother was smiling at me fingering my friend's bottom that I decided I really didn't want to do any more of this. Judging from the grin on her face, I was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

"Maybe ... I should ...," I licked my dry lips. "You know, just go ahead and spank him now."

"Anything you want to do, sweetie," Phillip's stepmother said cheerfully. "Poke around a little more, spank him, do whatever you want. He's all yours!"

Slowly and carefully, I pulled my finger out of Phillip's butt and wiped it on my leg. The smell of baby lotion hit my nostrils.

"You two can play with each other's butts later if you like," Juanita said with a grin.

I nodded and thought for a moment. "Um, do I have to spank him now?" I asked.

Mrs. McCarty nodded. "That's what we're all waiting for. Be sure and don't be shy. Hit him as hard as you can. It takes a lot to make him cry."

"Maybe you should spank him like Mrs. Taylor taught you," Juanita suggested. "He's eleven years old, so give him eleven whacks."

"Mmmm ... no," Mrs. McCarty replied. "I don't think Brandon is strong enough. It will take a lot more than eleven smacks to get Phillip's attention. Trust me, I speak from experience."

"Makes sense to me," the smiling woman said with a nod.

I licked my lips and whispered. "I don't know if I can do this. I don't want to hurt him."

"Aw, isn't that sweet!" Mrs. McCarty sighed. "I think your pretty Brandon really does like my little Phillip."

Those words really embarrassed me. "No! I, um, mean ... I just don't want to spank him, that's all! I promise!"

"Then maybe you'd prefer Phillip give you the spanking," suggested my stepmother. "I think we can make sure that happens."

I blinked. "No, ma'am ... not really."

"Then get on with it!"

Well, there it was. I had no choice or else I was going to get my butt beat and I'd do anything -- yes, anything! -- to avoid going through that again. I nodded my head and took a deep breath.

"Sorry, Phillip," I whispered again.

Juanita gave me a sweet smile. "Don't be sorry. Either get on with it or change places with him!"

I looked from her to the pale butt before my eyes. Raising my open hand, I knew what I was being asked to do. I didn't want to do it, but I did it anyway.

The first blow stung my hand probably more than it hurt Phillip's butt. That didn't stop him from crying out, though, the big baby.

"Ow, that hurt! Don't hit me so hard!" he whined.

"A little harder, Brandon, sweetie," Mrs. McCarty said. She nodded at me with encouragement. "Don't be afraid of hurting him. Just lay into him and let him have it!"

WHAPP!!! SLAPP!!! CRACK!!! SMACK!!! WHACK!!! I spanked Phillip good and hard, until his legs were kicking and my hand actually hurt. I was amazed to hear him squeal like a grade school girl.

"Please, god! Stop it!" he cried out in a high pitched voice. "You'll killing me! Don't hit me so hard! Please, make him stop it!"

"Ow! Wah!!! Ow-wow-ow-wow!!!" cried the boy in my lap. "Please, make him stop it! It hurts! It hurts!"

"Don't stop now, Brandon, dearest" Mrs. McCarty said. She gave me a strange smile, like she was actually having fun. "He's just now getting warmed up!"

I nodded and proceeded on with the punishment.

"Wah!!! That hurt me!!! Stop, please, oh, please, stop it!!!"

After a while the crying softened a bit and the kicking, screaming child in my lap withered to a simpering, quivering mass of tears and anguish. I was never so relieved as when I was told I could stop spanking my poor sobbing friend. Between all the crying and the squirming around, I was hot and sweaty and scared and excited, all at the same time!

"You hurt me," Phillip cried. "It's not funny ... you hurt me bad ...."

"I'm ... I ... I'm sorry," I whispered just loud enough for him to hear me.

I remember sitting there with my friend's plump, warm body trembling in my lap, my stiff penis pushing up against his pudgy belly. It kind of felt good, almost as nice as my errant hand felt resting on his inflamed butt. I can still recall thinking how much it felt like I'd imagined a girl's butt might feel, and as I ran my hand across it I imagined it was Marie or one of her girlfriends over my lap. Another instant went by and I let my fingers stray along the crack. I might have let my index finger push against his butthole just one more time. I felt bad about it, but I couldn't help it.

"Look up, Phillip, Brandon," one of the women suddenly said.

I was shocked to see Phillip's stepmother with a camera in her hands, snapping away as though we were blowing out a birthday cake.

"Just a couple of photos for memory's sake," Mrs. McCarty said with a chuckle. "You boys may want a little souvenir one of these days."

I looked at Juanita, who motioned for me not to argue. I sighed and continued to pose for more pictures, praying all the time there wasn't any film in the camera. There was, of course. The eventual pictures would reveal a red-faced and red-bottomed Phillip in the clutches of a bewildered and surprised me! Stupid me! The stupid camera captured a stupid grin on my stupid face.

While I sure didn't feel comfortable with a naked boy across my lap, I have to admit that I am glad I'm the one who gave that spanking. To this day I sometimes think about it and the power I felt as I made Phillip cry and sob like a little girl.

Mrs. McCarty broke my daydreaming by helping Phillip off my lap. A cool air-conditioned breeze hit me and I was embarrassed to see that my buddy still had a large erection.

"I don't know why you boys look so miserable," Phillip's stepmother said with genuine sincerity. "It's pretty obvious you're having a good time. Both of you."

Following our hostess' glance, I looked down. Great! Now my dick was sticking straight up in the air, too. And the timing couldn't have been worse! I just knew it was because I was queer and I was so ashamed of myself for being that way. Why couldn't the stupid thing just shrivel up and hide? This was just not a good time for it to be showing off!

Juanita interjected with, "Brandon Miller, you little tease, you! I knew you'd actually like playing with Phillip's bottom, but really! Maybe you two should play with each other's butts more often!"

Not knowing what to say, I just shrugged my shoulders.

Mrs. McCarty prompted her stepson with, "Well, what have you got to say now, Phillip? It's pretty obvious to me you like boys a whole lot more than you thought." She reached down and flicked at his erection with a sharply manicured fingernail.

"I don't know," whispered the eleven year old boy. "I ... I won't do it again. I promise!"

"Oh, don't lie to me," replied the smiling woman. "Little faggots can't help but play with each other. That's just a fact of life!"

Mrs. McCarty was beaming with delight, I could tell. She was as proud as she could be and, worse yet, she had something evil in mind for us. I watched helplessly as she pulled Juanita aside and whispered in her ear. There was some giggling and more whispering. The two women then tossed bright smiles and winks in our direction.

"I've got a great idea," our hostess said. "Now that they're friends, how about our two little fairies kiss and make up? You know ... just for fun?"

Kiss and make up ... holy crap!

My stepmother thought that was a super idea, naturally, and both women started talking like there was no tomorrow.

While the two women talked, I thought I'd at least pretend to be reluctant.

"Oh, not again," I complained softly. "Do ... d-d-do we have to?"

"Oh, hush up, Brandon, honey," Juanita teased. "You can't wait to kiss your little friend again and you know it! There's no sense denying it. You might as well admit it. Your little pee-pee is giving you away, which means you're having fun! You can't wait to kiss pretty little Phillip again. You probably want to jack him off and play with his butt again, too, don't you? Don't disagree with me 'cause you know it's the truth! Come on, admit it. Or do you want a spanking like the one Phillip got? Admit you like hugging and kissing each other or I'll make sure that happens!"

Blushing bright red and trembling like a leaf, I cleared my throat. "D-d-do ... I have to ...?" I whispered.

Juanita shot me a look with the raised eyebrow. "Are you going to do what I say or am I going to have to whip your bare butt?"

"Aw, never mind ...," I whispered.

"Then do it! Tell me how much you love hugging and kissing each other or else there's going to be some more butt- whipping in the next thirty seconds!"

I took a deep breath. I'd made a vow to do everything I could to keep from getting another whipping. I was beginning to wonder if the price was too high.

"Okay ... I, um ... I like hugging ... and kissing ... Phillip."

"Tell me something I didn't know," quipped Juanita.

Mrs. McCarty turned toward her stepson. "And what about you, 'Phyllis,' dear?"

Phillip didn't like this game, but after a slap in the face, well, he quickly gave in. "Yes, ma'am ... I do like ... kissing Brandon, too."

Mrs. McCarty looked at both of us and shook her finger. "Well, it's about time you two little fairies admitted all this. Next time we ask you questions we don't want any argument. Understand me? You get orders, you obey them without question!"

I nodded my head. From the corner of my eye I could see Phillip doing the same.

"Good. Now, go on, don't mind us, sweeties. Enjoy yourself. We're just here to watch. Go on. Kissy-kiss! Just pretend we're not here."

The look in my stepmother's eyes warned me there were worst things in store for me if I didn't do as I was told. My body trembled and my eyes burned with tears, but I'd enough experience from the past few days to know when I was outranked and outnumbered.

"Aw, okay ... I'll ... I'll do it," I said with a sob in my voice.

The look on my stepmother's face was one of smug satisfaction. I was so mad I wanted to slap that smirk right off her face ... but instead I did as I was told.

I looked over at the naked child beside me. Phillip looked so helpless, so ... so vulnerable as I turned to face him. I remember putting my hand on his shoulder and hearing him whine like a little kid. It never occurred to me that I could have such power over another person, and for some reason I found myself excited by that thought.

"No, Brandon, please, don't," he whispered in vain. "Not in front of my stepmother ...."

I felt so perverted, but there was nothing else I could do. Careful not to get close enough to poke the boy standing before me with my erect penis -- or get poked by his! -- I put my arms around him and lightly hugged him. A hard look from my stepmother pressed me to continue. For the umpteenth time that day, I sighed the sigh of complete submission and I kissed him full on the lips.

"Oh, how pretty," Mrs. McCarty cooed proudly.

With that first kiss I simply pressed my lips against Phillip's and pulled back.

"Do it again," Juanita prompted. "Once is not going to do it."

I resisted arguing and did as I was told. I leaned forward a second time and kissed Phillip's lips again, only this time I opened my mouth just a little, allowing my tongue to push through his tightly pressed lips. I knew he wasn't happy about doing this in front of our parents, especially his stepmother, but he fell for it anyway. His mouth opened and his tongue slid out to meet mine and we slowly fell into an embrace that would last for several minutes.

"How sweet," a familiar voice murmured. It was Juanita's. "Now, isn't this fun? Isn't it a lot better than lying about it? Aren't you glad we came to visit your pretty boyfriend?"

I thought that my stepmother would hoot and holler and yell or something, but she never did. Instead, she acted pleased and supportive of how I well I was behaving. I remember thinking how it sounded like she was actually ... proud of me. Imagine that.

"Yes, ma'am," I said as I pulled away and caught my breath. For some reason my voice was weak and trembling.

"Isn't this the most fun you've ever had?" My stepmother gave a girlish giggle as she spoke.

Oh, how I wanted to yell and scream and tell her to go to hell! But the look in her eye warned me against it. Instead of hollering "No way! I hate you!" I took and deep breath and sighed.

"Yes, ma'am, it is a lot of fun," I whispered, my face red and tears burning my eyes.

"Then I suggest you two little fairies get back to it," she said with a sugary yet threatening tone of voice.

The moment we resumed kissing Phillip's stepmother poured on more words of shame. The perfect housewife grinned and acted more sugary sweet than before. Sharing my stepmother's delighted smile and beaming look of approval, she had nothing but praise over her stepson sharing a homosexual kiss with another boy.

"Such a pretty sight. And it's about time, too! Phillip has been running with the wrong gang of boys for much too long," she said with a grin. "I knew there was something wrong the moment I found a pair of my panties hidden in his room. And now ... well, this is the best thing ever!"

Phillip wasn't as quiet as I was, but he didn't raise too much of a fuss, either. At one point we paused and he said, "Please, Barbara ... don't make fun. Don't even joke about that kind of stuff at all! It's not funny!"

Mrs. McCarty shook her head and laughed. "Oh, I think so. I think it's hilarious. Especially after how you acted last night. After the way you treated poor Brandon, you needed taking down a notch or two. Isn't that right, Brandon?"

I did what I did best, which was shrug my shoulders and keep silent. I was hearing a lot more than I wanted to know.

"We don't have to do this again, do we?" Phillip asked in despair. We both knew the answer, but I guess he had to ask the question.

"Oh, of course you do," chided my stepmother. "You know you want to. And don't pretend to be so shy! As far as we're concerned, this is all you two little lovebirds have to do today. Besides, your mother got her camera out and wants to take your picture again. Oh, don't you dare give me that sour look. It's all just for fun!"

I'd forgotten all about that stupid camera. I felt my stomach drop a million miles as I realized my embrace with Phillip was again being recorded for posterity. I started to complain, but it was too late.

"No pictures," I whispered. "Please ...."

"Barbara!" Phillip pulled away from my grasp and cried. "Don't take our picture! That's nasty!"

Phillip's stepmother was too happy to get mad at us. "Oh, hush! Now, see, that didn't hurt, did it? Come on, little faggot, give your pretty boyfriend another pretty kissy-poo! I want another photo!"

"Stop it! I don't wanna!" the tearful boy fussed. "I want to be left alone!"

"Do as she says, Brandon!" Juanita ordered. "Now! Don't you dare stop until I tell you! You know what'll happen to you if you don't!"

I remember licking my lips just in time to press them against Phillip's. It was a very quiet moment, just the sound of our mouths smacking together and our increased heavy breathing. In our haste we hugged a little too tight and I remember feeling my stiff penis tingling something crazy, trapped in between our two naked bellies. I moved my hips a bit and felt a thrilling sensation from the friction rubbing against my boyish organ. Phillip gave a little moan, which caused me to blushingly realize that he felt much the same as I did.

And so, true to our parents' wishes, Phillip and I reluctantly spent the next little while hugging and smooching away at each other while Mrs. McCarty took pictures. Over and over again, Phillip and I kissed one another, pressing our lips together so often I lost track of the time and also a bit of my modesty.

"Careful, you almost bit my lip," I said at one point.

My new boyfriend nodded. "Sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm ... I won't do it again."

"Kiss it and make it better," quipped Juanita. "Go ahead. You're going to kiss him again anyway."

Phillip nodded and did as he was told. For some reason it seemed kind of silly and we both pulled away with stupid grins on our faces.

"Got it!" Mrs. McCarty said. She help up her camera and grinned. "I want to get as many photos of them actually smiling as possible! I can't believe how pretty they look when they're kissing each other! This is so exciting!"

"Now, see, you big ol' crybabies," Juanita teased. "This is a lot simpler than you ever thought, isn't it? It looks to me like you're actually having a little bit of fun between the two of you. Come on, admit it, Phillip. You may as well ... Brandon admitted it and your mother and I already know everything. You two girls really do like kissing each other, don't you? Stop lying and just say so!"

"I guess," muttered Phillip.

We both winced to hear ourselves referred to as "girls." That didn't stop us from doing as we were told, however. Standing helplessly before my stepmother and her smiling lady friend, I felt my face burn with embarrassment as Phillip pressed his naked body close to mine and kissed me on the lips. I reluctantly returned the favor and the cycle started over again. As we traded back and forth under our parents' gaze, I know I felt stupid and I could see that Phillip felt the same.

"Can't we stop now?" I asked after at least a dozen kisses. There was no telling how long we'd been doing it. I wiped my mouth and frowned. "We did what you said."

"You can stop when you quit complaining so much," my stepmother said. "I swear, Brandon, all you do is complain. I don't want to hear another word until you have something nice to say. Either that or else I start seeing some smiles. Do you understand me?"

"But, Juani- ...," I paused and started again. "But, Mother-r-r-r-r-r-r ...."

"You just do as you're told, little man. We'll tell you when you can stop." Juanita looked at me as though I'd peed on the floor again. "By the way, am I mistaken or were you two little lovebirds telling each other you were in love?"

She took a drag from her cigarette and stared at me. Phillip looked at me and we both looked at his stepmother. It was no good. Both women stared at us in the most tedious manner until we answered.

"Well, um ...." Phillip didn't want any part of that one. So I stepped in.

"Yes, ma'am," I volunteered, eager to get the whole ugly business over with. "I ... I told Phillip I was in love with him and he said the same thing to me. It was just a joke, you know, the girls made us ...."

"Tut-tut-tut!" Mrs. McCarty stopped me right then and there. "We're not interested in some wild story. Just tell the truth. Did you tell my son you were in love with him?"

I nodded my head.

"Did he say the same thingin return?"

I nodded my head once more.

Both women looked at each other. They both then turned and looked at us.

"Say it," ordered my stepmother. "Do it ... now!"

I licked my lips and cleared my throat. I turned to Phillip and grinned dumbly. "I ... I'm in love with you, Phillip."

"Now it's your turn," Mrs. McCarty directed her son.

Phillip was on the verge of tears, his shame was so great. For a minute there I thought he was going to mess it up for everybody. But he did it. I felt like an idiot when he did it, but he did it anyway.

"I love you, too, Brandon," the blushing eleven year old boy.

Juanita broke the silence with, "Now prove it, you two love birds. You said it, now show it."

And so there I stood before my stepmother and her lady friend, eleven years old and naked as the day this entire misadventure began. Only this time I was in the arms of another naked eleven year old boy, belly to belly, hip to hip, our young lips locked together in a mortifying kiss of submission and shame.

"I still can not believe how pretty they look when they're kissing," Mrs. McCarty pondered. "They are simply adorable!"

"They're so pretty it ought to be a sin," said my stepmother.

While Phillip and I put on our little show, the women chit- chatted as though we weren't even in the room. At first this didn't bother me, but the longer it went on, the madder I got. After a while it seemed that we were forgotten and I began to wonder if they would ever let us stop. At least once, maybe twice, I pulled away to catch my breath and sneak a glance at my stepmother. I was rewarded with one of her patented "you-better-do-as-I-said" stares and a finger pointing in my direction. I didn't even bother challenging her on this. I went right back to kissing Phillip and wishing I were a million miles away.

This went on and on and on until Phillip and I were worn out from all the kissing. Eventually we were both just exhausted to the point of being plain goofy from our efforts. We'd kissed so much, in fact, that it didn't seem that big a deal at the moment. We even let loose with the occasional nervous giggle between kisses. On top of that, we were so tired we were bumping noses and leaning against each other for support and almost falling down like a couple of clowns. At one point we even started laughing out loud at how silly we were acting. I hated to admit it, but those last few minutes in Phillip's arms were not the worst moments of my life.

"Brandon Miller, you are such a little tease!" my stepmother said, clucking her tongue. "You told me you didn't like kissing boys and here you are kissing and grinning like there's no tomorrow!"

It was all I could to shrug and smile a regretful smile. "Sorry," was the only word I could think of to say.

Juanita gave me a long, pensive look. There was that gleam in her eye, like I said before. It was almost like she was proud of me. Like the day Mrs. Taylor gave me that silly butterfly necklace.

"Do you know how long you and Phillip have been kissing?" my stepmother asked.

I shook my head. "A long time, I guess."

She raised an eyebrow and tapped on her watch. "More than two hours. Pretty good for somebody who claims he doesn't like kissing boys."

I felt my face turn bright red. Not knowing what else to say, I just shrugged my shoulders and stood there like an idiot as Phillip moved in close and gave me another kiss on the lips.

All along, of course, Mrs. McCarty snapped away with her little camera while my stepmother watched with silent approval.

The pictures? Well, I wouldn't see them until some time much, much later. They turned out to be rather sweet. Mrs. McCarty was careful not to let anything shocking in the frame, just enough to let the viewer know the two kissing boys were both stark naked at the time of all this foolishness. In a couple you can see my bare butt while I'm planting a kiss on Phillip's giggling face, and there are some showing Phillip's naked bottom as well. Some showed us standing really close, almost belly to belly, which still makes me dizzy to think about. Both women were quite happy with the final product and I have to admit that I have a couple of prints in my scrapbook, souvenirs of one of several life-changing events from my childhood.

Chapter Nineteen: Fairy Day Camp

Juanita and I never did go shopping that afternoon. I don't know if my stepmother ever actually intended for us to do that, or if she just threatened to do so in order to scare me to death early that morning. Instead, we ended up spending the entire day at the McCarty-Prewitt house, the two adult women chatting away while Phillip and I looked pretty and suffered the kind of boredom that boys get when forced to spend the day visiting with their mother's lady friends.

Actually, it wasn't so bad. Well, except for a couple of things. First of all, we ... I mean, Phillip and I, were given strict instructions to hold hands the rest of the afternoon. It was Mrs. McCarty's idea originally, but Juanita endorsed it wholeheartedly, of course. She said it made us look "cute" and besides, we were "girlfriends" now, right? And it was perfectly natural for girlfriends to hold hands.

The other thing we had to do was kiss each other whenever one of our parents told us. That was just out of meanness, of course, but there wasn't much we could do about it but nod and smile. It felt weird just sitting there on the floor, holding hands with another boy, listening to my stepmother gossip and talk about absolutely nothing with our hostess. It felt even weirder whenever she would pause in her conversation and give us "the look" and a nod. With a sigh and rueful smile, Phillip and I would turn to each other, tilt our heads ... and then press our lips together just long enough to elicit a murmur of approval from the two witches watching over us.

"Having a good time, are we?" Juanita whispered to me after watching me kiss my friend for about the hundredth time that morning.

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head. "I guess," I said softly.

Instead, my stepmother just laughed. "You better check with your little buddy. I think you're having more fun that you realize. Both you and your little girlfriend."

Following her glance I looked down at my lap and saw my stupid penis, standing up and waving around like a flag. I peered over at Phillip and saw his organ was just as excited as mine. I slowly raised my head and faced my stepmother.

"Mrs. McCarty and I have one rule about all this," Juanita said in her stern voice. "You two little love birds can kiss and hug and whatever else you want all day long. But there's to be no jacking off unless we're around? Got that, butterfly boy?"

The expression on her face was one of smug satisfaction. I think that was my lowest point that day.

"Yes, ma'am," I said. For some reason it sounded like I was disappointed.

The reason, my stepmother explained, Phillip and I were prohibited from jacking off was the women wanted to keep track of how much fun we were having. And the best way to do that was to see if we had an erection.

"And if you two little fairies can't keep you hands off each other and you jerk off every chance you get, your little peenies will wilt away and we won't know how much fun you're having," Juanita said.

Mrs. McCarty interjected with, "Oh, they're having fun, all right. No doubt about that. We just won't know how much."

"Or with whom," my stepmother said, looking right at me.

And so went the proclamation for "no jacking off," one of the most embarrassing milestones in my young life. Oh, just to clarify things, jacking off was permitted, but we had to do in it front of our parents if we wanted to avoid a beating.

For some reason I wasn't looking forward to the first time that happened.

Anyway, around what seemed like hours of a tedious and painful waste of a perfectly good summer day, Phillip and I were finally ordered to stop "playing around" and find something constructive to do.

"I don't know about our little fairies, but I'm famished," declared a jovial Mrs. McCarty. "How about a bit of lunch?"

Juanita put her cigarette out in the ashtray and looked right at me. "Sounds perfect. Maybe if we ask just right, the girls will fix it for us."

"I like the way you think," Mrs. McCarty said with a cheerful laugh.

And so Juanita and Mrs. McCarty gossiped while Phillip and I prepared chicken salad sandwiches, cookies and tea. Like a pair of obedient little maidservants, we served our parents their meal and waited on them hand and foot. Juanita seemed to be particularly pleased with my willingness to serve and she actually gave me a little kiss on the cheek for being so cooperative!

"That's my sweetie," she said affectionately. "Who knows, I might have you properly trained by the time your father gets home."

After the adults ate their meal, Phillip and I were allowed to have ours. We just sat on the floor and quietly nibbled while our parents chatted. Well, actually, I was kneeling with my feet under me and my erect penis tucked in between my legs to hide myself from any further embarrassment. Phillip did pretty much the same thing, except he was sitting with his bottom on the carpet and his knees pressed together to hide his privates. Like I said, it really wasn't so bad. I was just glad to have something other than a baby bottle for lunch!

Anyway, while our stepmothers talked, Phillip and I just sat there and ate our lunch and looked pretty. We were supposed to get ice cream for dessert, but my naked playmate had to open up his big mouth and ruin everything.

"Barbara, it's cold," Phillip complained. "Can I ... um ... c-c-can I g-g-go put on some ... some clothes? Please?"

"Not now, sweetie. Mommy's talking to Mrs. Miller. Now, sit quiet and keep Brandon company."

Mrs. McCarty continued on with her conversation as though she hadn't heard a word of her stepson's request.

"Please, Barbara ... I don't want to go naked all day long! Can I go get some pants on? Please!"

Mrs. McCarty looked at me and then back at her son. "Not right away, sweetheart. Unless you want to put on something of your sister's. Maybe a pretty nightie or one of her bras?"

I glanced at Phillip, who blushed like crazy. I'd heard about him playing in his sister's things. I wondered if I was going to finally get to see him dress as a girl.

"Not really," the red-faced boy replied.

"Then keep quiet!" Mrs. McCarty smiled at me. "What about you, Brandon? Would you like to put on a pretty babydoll or a cute gown? I hear you look quite girlie when you're all dolled up in ribbons and lace."

I thought for a moment and then shook my head. The temptation to put something on over my bare butt and my privates was tempting, but the idea of dressing up worried me. Then I remembered what I wore the night before and how Phillip had teased me. I glanced at my stepmother, who was all smiles.

"No, thank you," I said softly.

"You're absolutely sure about that?"

I nodded my head. In turn, Mrs. McCarty shook her head.

"So you want to stay naked? Both of you?"

Phillip and I exchanged glances, then nodded. Both of us.

"I can't believe you two boys want to run around in your birthday suits in front of us old ladies! Can you believe it, Juanita? What kind of boys want to stay naked all the time?"

My stepmother winked at me and laughed. "A couple of queer little perverts. Probably the kind of boys who can't keep their hands off each other, if you ask me. Isn't that right, butterfly boy?"

Not knowing what else to say, I just blushed and looked down at my bare knees and hoped for lightning to strike me dead on the spot.

"Now, is there anything else?" Mrs. McCarty asked. "Can we adults continue our conversation or are you going to keep interrupting us?"

I was pretty smart. I kept my mouth shut. Phillip, of course, hadn't learned his lesson.

"Isn't there something we can do?" he whined. "I don't wanna just sit around naked all day. It's boring!"

"How about you guys go out in the back yard and practice your kissing?" Juanita suggested. "That sounds like fun to me."

"I don't want to go outside and I don't want to kiss anybody any more," Phillip said in a soft, timid voice. "Can we just have our ice cream instead?"

My stepmother started to say something else, but Mrs. McCarty put her hand on her knee and spoke instead.

"No, Phillip, you cannot have any ice cream yet. Brandon's mother is right. Practicing your kissing is a great idea. After all that hostility from the other night, you need something to keep you out of trouble, don't you think?"

Juanita suddenly stepmother shot me a smug grin and failed miserably to suppress a girlish giggle.

"I've got another idea, too! Brandon can teach Phillip his favorite song while you two are practicing your kissing. Do that for a little while and then maybe, if you're both good little fairies, you can have some ice cream."

"My ... m-m-my favorite song?" I felt a queasy feeling in my belly.

My stepmother nodded. "You know, the one you sing around the house all the time for me? How does it go ...? 'I'm my mama's pretty boy ... I love to play with ...?' Come on, Brandy, don't be shy ... how does it go?"

Unfortunately, I knew exactly what she was talking about. Ever since teaching me that stupid song, Juanita insisted I sing it every chance I got. But, just like she said, that was around the house with just the two of us. Now, in front of Phillip and Mrs. McCarty ... well, the words were ridiculous, the melody stupid and the theme just plain old embarrassing.

I looked up at my stepmother and saw that raised eyebrow. Oh, how I did not want to sing that stupid song. But it was either that or get punished for disobeying a direct order. I remember clearing my throat, taking a deep breath and softly singing:

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?

I'm a little sissy, that's no lie, Pinch me hard and watch me cry! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?

Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah, Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah. Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

Mrs. McCarty's face beamed with mischief when I finished.

"What a great little song! That is just perfect for a pair of little cuties like this!" She looked right at Phillip and grinned. "I can't wait to hear you sing that little number. It's right up your alley, isn't it, 'Phyllis'?"

Tearful and pouting, Phillip just stood there and stared at the floor without saying a word.

Juanita had that gloating look again. "Okay, you boys heard your instructions. If you want ice cream you're to go in the back yard and practice your singing and your kissing. No, don't say another word. Now, go and have fun!"

"Don't forget to hold hands!" Mrs. McCarty said as we headed for the back porch.

"And no jacking off!" my stepmother yelled after us.

My face burned with embarrassment but I nodded my head and agreed to do as we were told. I tugged at my new boyfriend's hand and said, "Come on, Phillip. Let's go outside!"

"Outside? Without any clothes on?" Phillip whined. "Not even a pair of pants or anything? But ... what if somebody sees us?"

"I gave you the chance to put on some clothes before lunch," Mrs. McCarty replied. "You turned me down, so you'll just have to do without!"

"But ... to go outside ... in our birthday suits?" Phillip started crying. "What if somebody sees us? What if Gina is next door?"

"That's not my problem, is it?" Our hostess seemed to delight in her stepson's misery. Just like Juanita did with mine. "You made your decision, now you got to live with it!"

I looked at our hostess. "Who's Gina?" I asked.

"Oh, that's the cute little girl who visits next door all the time," Phillip's stepmother answered. "She's got an awful crush on our little 'Phyllis,' here and is always asking about him. It's been going on for about a year now. She keeps chasing him and he keeps running away."

"That may change after today," Juanita said with a giggle.

Mrs. McCarty nodded. "Yes, it may. We'll just have to wait and see."

I thought for a second about Marie and Nora and Lisa. I wondered if they knew Gina? I sure hoped not!

"It's not so bad," I whispered to Phillip as we headed for the back door. "Even if some girl sees us, it's not that bad."

Phillip glared at me. "But I don't want some girl seeing me naked! You might like that, but I sure don't!"

I shrugged my naked shoulders. "You'll be okay in your birthday suit, I promise. It just feels funny for a little while. You'll get used to it."

"See, Brandon goes naked all the time and it doesn't bother him." Mrs. McCarty winked at me as though I'd done her a tremendous favor.

"I'm not Brandon!" my friend said with a pout.

I remember both Phillip and I being pushed out onto the back porch and the door slammed shut behind us. At first I was nervous about being seen by this mysterious Gina and her friends, but the Prewitt's back yard was surrounded by shrubs and privacy fences.

"Okay, girls, how about a little kiss and a hug and some singing?" Phillip's mother suggested.

I sighed and did as I was expected. Funny thing ... Phillip didn't even bother to argue about it. I remember putting my arms around him and him doing the same with me. For some reason our kiss that time took a little longer. It might have been because we were trying to hide our erections that we had a hard time pulling apart.

"Aw, now isn't that nice?" my stepmother said with satisfaction. "You two are going to have a lot of fun together, you know. Go on, do it again."

Phillip and l looked at each other and did as we were told. Funny, it wasn't as embarrassing as it was the first hundred times we did it.

"That's it, just like a pair of pretty little lovebirds. Don't they look cozy, Barbara?"

"Very cozy, indeed," agreed Mrs. McCarty. "Judging from their cute little pee-pees, I think they'll be best friends for life."

I glanced down at our erections. They looked like a pair of happy little puppies dying for attention. I could have died!

"No doubt," Juanita said. I blushed to see her raise her eyebrow and smile in that stupid that I-told-you-so way she did so well. "Remember, no jacking off yourself or each other. Is that clear?"

Phillip shrugged and nodded. I did the same.

My stepmother nodded. "Good. I think it's time for a song. What do you say, girls?"

Just like clockwork, Phillip and I cleared our throats.

"I'm my mama's pretty boy, I love to play with girlie toys!" I slowly began. I waited for Phillip to say the lines before I went on. "Am I pret-ty? Am I pret-ty?"

"You are such a good boy," Juanita said with a prideful grin. I winced as she took a picture with Mrs. McCarty's tiny camera. "Think of what your father would say if he could see you now."

I did think of that. And it made me ill. I looked down at my nakedness and at the naked boy across from me. What a pair we made, Phillip Prewitt and myself. Hugging and kissing each other and singing that stupid song like we'd been doing this all our lives. None of my friends back home would be doing such things, not without a fight. And yet there I stood, playing kissy-face with another boy. I sighed as I realized I'd been turned into the very thing I feared and despised most.

And there wasn't a darned thing I could do about it!

Phillip and I spent the rest of the day trying to stay out of trouble with our stepmothers. We wandered around the back yard, hand in hand like we were told, singing that stupid song and exchanging kisses every few minutes. Every now and then either Juanita or Mrs. McCarty or both women would step out onto the back porch and check on us to make sure we were in compliance.

We didn't go home until after supper that evening. After all we'd been through, I was totally exhausted, so tired I fell asleep in Juanita's roadster before we arrived at the house. I vaguely remember being led through the front door and upstairs where I was given a long, thorough enema, followed by a hot bubble bath. Oddly enough, the enema barely registered with me, though I do remember cooperating with everything I was asked to do. As long as I had a pillow to rest my head, I didn't complain when she slid the nozzle in and out of my bottom or led me to the toilet to purge all that "nasty boyishness" from my system. I was so worn out, I fell sound asleep on the toilet.

The next morning I awoke, freshly rested, scrubbed and tingling all over, inside and out. Juanita was standing over me, a broad smile on her face and her car keys in her hand. I felt a familiar tingling sensation and I looked down with great frustration to see my treacherous penis standing up like a flag at full salute. I didn't bother to complain. I knew it would do me no good.

And so I spent the next few days at Phillip's house, running around stark naked and acting like a damned fool. Phillip, too, of course. I guess our stepmothers figured if we kept kissing and hugging and tempting each other we'd eventually grow to like it. Juanita even came up with a stupid name for the days we spent together. "Fairy Day Camp," she called it. Mrs. McCarty laughed so hard when she heard that, I swear she had tears in her eyes.

Anyway, each and every morning Juanita would get me up bright and early and drop me off at the little white house on the other side of the neighborhood. And each and every morning Mrs. McCarty would send "the girls" to the backyard and make us "play" until it was time for lunch.

"Don't be such a crybaby. It's a nice day out, so it ought to be fun," she said cheerfully. "Go on, before I get angry."

"No, Barbara, not outside!" Phillip fussed. "Not without any clothes again!"

Mrs. McCarty waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, hush up, Phillip! Nobody will see you, except for maybe old Mrs. Jorgensen next door. She didn't care the first time she saw you in your birthday suit helping me in the garden. Why should she care if she sees two pretty little boys running around naked today?"

"But ... what if, you know, Gina shows up?" the red-faced boy demanded.

"Then I guess she'll show up," Phillip's stepmother said with a smirk. "You've been trying to get you to leave you alone. Maybe she'll go away once she sees you have a pretty little boyfriend."

My friend snorted. "That's not funny!"

"Oh, and remember, no jacking off," replied his stepmother.

Great. Like I wanted to hear that from one of my friends' parents.

A few minutes later I followed the naked boy through the soft grass and colorful blossoms toward the shade of an old oak tree. There we found a large wooden swing hanging from a substantial tree limb.

"May as well sit down," he suggested. "Ain't nothing else to do if we gotta hold hands."

"Except ... you know ... sing and kiss," I said, my face burning with shame.

Phillip looked at me, his brow furrowed and low. "You can just forget that stupid song!" he said sourly. "And I ain't kissin' you no more! Just because you like acting like a fairy doesn't mean I have to!"

Shrugging my shoulders, I followed his lead and sat next to him. The swing was barely big enough for the two of us and we had to be careful not to let our bare butts touch as we sat together. The very thought of that happening gave me the creeps!

I remember looking around and thinking that Mrs. McCarty's backyard was actually pretty neat. A privacy fence shielded it from the street and high hedges bordered along all sides but the left. There, a low picket fence separated us from the adjoining neighbor's equally colorful yard.

"The people living next door can see us," I whispered nervously.

"That's old lady Jorgensen's house. She's seen me naked before. Barbara -- my stepmother -- made sure of that." Phillip shrugged his shoulders. I wondered what happened, but it was obvious he didn't want to talk about it. "She's probably watching us right now."

"So what are we going to do?" I asked after a couple of minutes.

Phillip shrugged. "Nuthin', I guess. Just sit here until Barbara calls us back inside."

After a few minutes of silence I decided to ask a question. "Is Barba- ... is your stepmother always so mean? I mean, like, all the time?"

Phillip looked at me for a second like I was an idiot. Then he looked down and shook his head. "Not always. Most of the time she's pretty nice. Unless Jennifer starts something, then everything is my fault."

I nodded my head. "Juanita, my stepmom ... she can be pretty nice, too. But the past few days, she's made me do some pretty weird stuff ...."

A feminine voice called from the house. "I don't hear any singing and I sure don't see any kissing!"

I blanched to see Mrs. McCarty standing on the back porch with a cup of coffee in her hands. The smiling woman waved at us as though we were on a merry-go-round at the county fair.

"Phillip, don't make me come out there!" she shouted in a singsong voice. "I can still get your father's belt if I have to."

Phillip and I looked at each other. "I don't want to talk about it," he said before I could say a word. "I really don't want to kiss any more, either."

I shrugged my shoulders and made a pouty face. "We're going to have to do it or else she's gonna get mad at us. Dang it."

Phillip nodded. I thought about it a minute, then I puckered up my lips and leaned toward my reluctant friend. Only when he finally wiped the frown from his lips and puckered them up for a kiss did I close my eyes.

"That's better!" called Mrs. McCarty. "Keep doing that until you get it right. You two need all the practice you can get!"

Phillip and I kissed a few more times, until his stepmother went inside. As soon as she was out of sight we pulled away and wiped our mouths on our arms.

"Now that's something you don't see every day," an elderly voice suddenly announced.

Phillip and I were both startled at the sudden appearance of an old lady standing not more than thirty feet from us. Dressed in a plaid print dress with a flowery apron protecting the front, she clucked her tongue and grinned a toothy grin.

"You two look like you're having a pretty good time," she said with a laugh. "Don't mind me, I'm just getting a little sunshine. Who's your pretty friend here?"

"Um, hi, um, Mrs. Jorgensen," Phillip croaked hoarsely. "This ... this is Brand- ... Brandon Miller. He's visiting for the day, I guess."

I was sure glad to see him get out all that, even though he was all choked up. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't think of a thing to say. Besides, I was about to pee myself, I was so scared!

"Brandon, eh?" The old lady chuckled. "He was so pretty, I thought he was a girl. I was a little worried at first, seeing a girl in your back yard with no clothes on. But since he's a boy, well, I suppose if you two boys like kissing each other, then that's all right. Even if you are nekkid."

Before anyone else could say anything, Mrs. McCarty called from the back porch again.

"I don't hear any singing! And I don't see any kissing, either. If you two don't get busy, there sure as heck will be a whipping when I get my hands on you!"

I looked at Phillip and then over at the smiling old lady. She nodded toward his stepmother. "Like I said, boys, I'm just here taking in a little sunshine. Don't mind little old me."

"I'm not going to tell you two this again!" Phillip's stepmother shouted. Her voice had a little more edge to it and neither one of us wanted to push her too far. "Oh, good morning, Mrs. Jorgensen. Would you do me a favor and whip those two boys? They're supposed to be practicing their singing and I'm having a hard time getting them to cooperate."

The old lady laughed once more. "I think they're more interested in kissing than singing," she said. "But I'll be happy to get me a switch and tan their bare bottoms if you think that'll help!"

Mrs. McCarty laughed. "That sounds like a great plan to me!"

"Okay, okay, we're doing it!" Phillip finally said.

I noticed my friend looked to be on the verge of crying. That caused me to start crying, too. It was hard, singing that stupid song while trying to keep from sobbing, but somehow I managed to do it. Just barely. I don't know about Phillip. I was too embarrassed to pay him much attention.

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?

I'm a little sissy, that's no lie, Pinch me hard and watch me cry! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?

Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah, Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah. Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

Once we were done Mrs. McCarty reminded us it was time to practice our kissing again. I glanced over at the old woman, who studied us with extreme and evident curiosity. Then I wiped my eyes. I didn't know what to do except pucker up. Phillip did the same and the next thing I knew, we were pressing our lips together, right there in front of our old lady audience.

When we finally pulled away old Mrs. Jorgensen was still standing there, taking in the unusual sight before her. The grin on her face was wider and brighter than before and she was nodding her head in approval of what we were doing.

"Not often I see two pretty little boys playing in the garden," she said with an elderly giggle. "Makes me feel young again."

I just sat there on the swing and wished I was a million miles away. Phillip made the mistake of trying to explain what was going on.

"We're, um ... being punished. I mean, no, I don't guess we're being punished ... but we have to do whatever we ... our ... I mean, we're supposed to practice our singing and ...."

He looked at me for help, but I just shrugged my shoulder and kept my mouth shut.

"Oh, I know all about my two little fairy friends," she said with a chuckle. "How precious! You both look so cute in your birthday suits."

"F- ... fairies?" echoed Phillip. Like me, he hated that term.

Mrs. Jorgensen's craggy face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh, you can't hide anything from me, young master Phillip. I've seen you playing in your mother's garden, so I know what you two young scamps have been up to. When I talked to your mother about it, she told me all about how you like playing fairies with your pretty little boyfriend here."

"He's not my boyfriend," Phillip said with a pout. "He's just a boy who's my friend, that's all!"

The old woman chuckled. "Whatever you say, sweetie. Whatever you say. Your little peter says different, the way it's standing up like a trained puppy dog."

My friend tried to cover himself, but it was too late. I looked down. My penis was sticking out, too. I didn't even bother trying to cover it, I was so ashamed.

"You ... you weren't supposed to see that," I stammered softly.

Mrs. Jorgensen grinned. "Like I haven't seen the likes of that before. Sweetie, don't even bother trying to hide anything from me. There's no reason to. I just love the cute little show you two put on every morning in your back yard. I've seen you little imps hiding from your mothers and playing kissy face together."

I cleared my throat. "We ... they ... we weren't hiding," I stammered. "They ... my stepmother makes me do that. His ... Phillip's stepmom ... she ... she makes him do it, too."

The grin on old lady Jorgensen's face didn't diminish one bit. She just grinned and winked and carried on like having a pair of naked boys as neighbors was part of normal everyday life.

It turned out that Mrs. Jorgensen knew from the very beginning that I wasn't a girl! She'd been watching us for the past couple of days and after talking to our parents knew all about our little "fairy games."

"Oh, there's not much that goes on in your back yard that I don't know about," the smiling lady said. "The same goes for my granddaughter Gina, too, as a matter of fact."

Phillip and I looked at each other. We then looked back at old lady Jorgensen.

"Gina?" we said in unrehearsed unison.

Mrs. Jorgensen gave us a sly grin. "Oh, yes. She just loves anything to do with fairies! Imagine her reaction when I told her about the pair of precocious little imps that inhabited the garden next to mine."

Another call came from the back porch. "Phillip Prewitt, I'm getting your father's belt if I don't hear singing in the next five seconds!"

We looked at each other and shrugged at the same time. That was kind of funny and we both kind of laughed about it. Well, a nervous laugh. I cleared my throat and began singing. Phillip would pick it up eventually, but somebody had to start.

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?

I'm a little sissy, that's no lie, Pinch me hard and watch me cry! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?

Mrs. Jorgensen clapped her hands at the end of the song. "That was very sweet. I didn't hear much singing from little Phillip, however."

We both nodded.

"Um, you mentioned something about Gina? She hasn't seen us like this, has she? Not ... not in our birthday suits, has she?"

The old lady grinned.

"We'll talk about that later," she suggested. "Maybe you better try that song again before somebody gets in trouble."

We both nodded. Phillip cleared his throat and began the first verse on his own.

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?

I joined in on the second verse and when we were done, we exchanged kisses. You know ...just in case we were being watched.

When we pulled away the old lady was walking away from us. Phillip and I watched quietly as Mrs. Jorgensen headed back to the house. I couldn't help but notice how her voice lilted in song and her step was a lot more lively than I'd expect from such an elderly creature. She seemed to really like our performance, which was a good thing as she'd see it countless times the remainder of that summer.

"This is stupid," my friend pouted afterward. "I don't like being naked and I hate holding hands and kissing ..." he looked at me and shook his head, "with some fruity sissy fairy faggot."

"I ain't no fag!" I replied sharply. "Not like you!"

"Oh, yeah?" the naked boy challenged. "Then why were you dressed like one the other night, huh? You even had a Barbie doll! You are too a fag!"

My eyes burned with anger. Jumping to my feet, I pulled my hand from Phillip's and backed up just enough to square off against him. "Well, what about you and your sister's clothes, huh? How come your mama keeps finding panties and stuff in your bedroom? What about that?"

My opponent's face turned white. His eyes were so wide, so ... so in shock, I honestly thought he was going to have a heart attack.

"How did you know ...? Who told you that? That's a lie!" Phillip balled up his fists and for a second I thought he was going to hit me. "You take that back, you liar!"

"I will not! You're the faggot! You wear your sister's clothes, you big sissy! She told me all about it! She told the whole world about it!"

Phillip's face turned red and his eyes filled with tears. "I'm not the sissy! You're the sissy! You take that back, you faggot sissy!!!"

That really made me mad, to hear him say things about me when he was even more guilty. I wanted to punch him out, but of course I had to say something ugly first.

"Don't call me a faggot, you ... you fairy!" I said loudly.

"You're the fairy!" Phillip countered. "You're worse than a fairy. You're a fairy-faggot!"

And so on. This would have gone on for a lot longer if we hadn't been interrupted by Mrs. McCarty, who appeared on the patio clapping her hands together.

"Oh, boys! Stop that arguing and come here, right now! Hurry up, before I lose my temper."

Angry, humiliated and desperate, we both ran up to the back patio and almost got into a fight to see who got there first. Mrs. McCarty seemed oddly pleased with our discord.

"Uh-oh! I don't see anybody holding hands. And after all that kissing, too! Did I give you permission to let go? I didn't think so. Now, take each other's hands. Do it, or I'll go get that leather belt!"

I was in no mood to go through all that again, but my stepmother's threats echoed in my head. Reluctantly, I put out my hand and Phillip took it in his. Mrs. McCarty was the picture of satisfaction.

"Now, give each other a nice little make-up kiss and hold it until I tell you to stop. Go on, do it. Do it now!"

"But, do we ...?"

The blow came faster than lightning. I winced at the sound, which was so loud, caused me pain. It took me a minute to realize I was not the one who got hit, however.

I looked at Phillip. The eleven year old boy was stunned by the slap, his eyes wide and his face white. He would have started crying, but the threat of another blow changed his priorities.

"I think that should answer your questions," Mrs. McCarty said sweetly. "There are plenty more where that came from, so feel free to ask as many questions as you wish."

Sighing reluctantly, I puckered up my lips one more time and waited for Phillip to do the same. The reluctant child rolled his eyes, sniffed, and then leaned in to press his lips against mine. Unlike the numerous times before, I forgot to close my eyes this time. I remember seeing Mrs. McCarty standing behind her stepson and giving me the "okay" sign, like we were in on this weird little game together.

After several minutes Mrs. McCarty decided we had enough.

"Now, that's so much better, isn't it? Good boys get rewards and if you don't cooperate you get punished. Let go again and I suspect you'll both get a red hot bottom. Argue again and you'll both get your bottoms blistered! And I do mean BLISTERED! Do you understand me? Good. Now, go back and play until it's time for lunch."

Phillip and I wandered over to a wooden bench where we could sit, side by side, and practice our kissing and singing without any problem. I thought he was still upset, so I decided to say something.

"That was close." I cleared my throat. "I've never seen your mom so mad before."

Phillip sniffed and nodded. "She came pretty close to whipping us. Well, me, I guess. After the past couple of days, I really don't want another whipping."

I nodded my head. I was pleased to see that my friend's anger was gone and instead he seemed to be thinking a little harder.

"My butt still hurts from the whipping the other day," he said softly. "Maybe if we just sit here quietly she'll forget about us."

I shook my head. "Nah. She'll come for us, all right. Either her or my stepmother. And then they'll try to make us do something dumb, like kiss again or worse. And if we don't do as they say, they'll whip us. Trust me, this has happened to me plenty of times before. I know what I'm talking about."

My friend's eyes were wide with curiosity. "Really? You get whippings, too. What did you do? Was it as bad as mine?"

"A whole lot worse," I said. "Trust me. That's why I stopped arguing. Now, I just do like I'm told. That's a lot better than getting a whipping with a bamboo can, believe me," I said, remembering that first time at Mrs. Taylor's house.

Phillip's eyes went wide with fright. "A bamboo can? So-o- o-o ... do you think if we just go along with whatever they say, we won't get beat anymore?"

I nodded my head again. "I think so. It's like this kissing stuff. Kissing you is not the most fun thing to do, but it's better than getting a whipping or getting my face slapped."

It was Phillip's turn to nod his head. "That's true."

"Besides, acting like a sissy isn't that bad." I shrugged my shoulders. "For some reason women and girls like seeing us do it and sometimes they hug and kiss you for it. That's kinda fun. I guess."

Phillip and I sat quietly commiserating together for the longest time. In fact, we'd reached an uncomfortable silence and were looking at each other with awkward smiles.

"Let's do whatever they want, then," my nervous friend said. He squeezed my hand tight and tried to smile. "Okay? I don't want another whipping."

I nodded. "Sounds good to me."

"No matter what they want us to do?" he said.

I thought for second and imagined Phillip on his knees getting an enema. I imagined both of us laying there, side by side, going through the whole, awful process. Would my new friend go along with something like that, or would he rather get a whipping? The memory of my finger sliding inside his bottom caused me to blush.

I nodded again. "No matter what they want us to do."

"I don't hear any singing!" came Mrs. McCarty's voice from across the backyard.

"Okay, okay, we're doing it ...." Phillip said. He rolled his eyes, grinned and started singing.

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys ...."

Holy crap! Life was getting more and more complicated, that was for sure! First I show up on my dad's doorstep hoping to go fishing and maybe a couple of stock car races ... and I end up spending the summer playing naked "kissy-face" games with one of my buddies?

This wouldn't have happened if I'd gone to Boy Scout camp for the summer, I thought to myself.

How on earth will I get out of this mess???

(to be continued ....)