Sissy Slut Ally

You gesture at us to get closer together in front of the tree and told us to flash him big smiles before he started taking pictures with his phone. I felt my sister’s hand trail down the small of my back and under the back of my dress, my muscles tensing as her fingers trailed across the cheeks of my butt before two or three of them entered my moistening cunt. You laugh and call my sister a “good girl”, which only encourages her to insert the rest of her fingers inside me.

I try my best to follow your orders and maintain my smile while squirming at the feeling of my sister gently fisting me, but the pleasure overwhelms my body and my face begins to contort in a twisted expression of pure lust and desire as I slowly build to an orgasm. My sister knew my body well, as she cruelly pulled her hand out of me as she noticed that I was about to have my release. Your laughter bellowed across the room as the uncontrollable look of disappointment washed across my face, telling my sister that her ministrations perfect to reward her for ability to tease me.

I could tell she was positively beaming at your positive encouragement, hopping in place at your words as the relatively new bags of flesh on her chest bounced up and down in response to her enthusiasm. She turned to face me, before pulling her hand from behind me and lifting it to my face. Instinctively, I knew what was expected of me and began to lick the slick sissy cream that covered her hand, pretending to to savour the taste by closely my eyes and moaning in pleasure. My sister pulled her hand away and embraced me in a her arms before pulling me to her and French kissing me in order to taste the sissy cream herself.

As I enjoyed the sensation of my sister’s lips against mine, I could see out of the corner of my eye that you had taken off your pants and sat down on the couch behind you. The sight of your cock drew a primal reaction out of us as we broke off our kiss and stared longingly at the semi-hard member in front of us. In an almost meditative state, we dropped to our knees and slowly crawled toward you before kneeling at attention in front of you.

Saliva practically started dribbling down our watering mouths as we stared at your cock in rapt attention, long since trained to wait for your command before we were able to taste the pungent and salty flavour of your manhood. I could see a sneer grow on your face as you reached to your phone and tapped the screen with purpose. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but it felt as if a fog in my head was being lifted as memories of a previous life began to flood my brain. You gesture at us and I watched as my… “sister” lowered her head and began to lick the side of your shaft. I hesitate, as flashed of recognition begin to cross my mind, but my body moved on its own and I found myself licking the other side of your cock.

Unlike my sister who was thoroughly enjoying the musk of your cock’s scent and its salty and sour taste, I instantaneously felt revulsion come over me. Despite my disgust however, I continued to lick with the same enthusiasm as my sister, staring up longingly at your face as I licked up and down your cock in time with my sister, stopping only to give my sister a quick kiss after we reached the head before slowly traveling back down to your balls.

The flood of memories returned to me in earnest now, as the fog cleared and I could clearly remember what I used to be before I was your devoted slutty plaything. The “girl” beside me lavishing your cock with her utmost devotion was not my “sister” but younger brother. As I remembered the surgeries you had my get, from the hormone implants that fed me copious amounts of estrogen, to shaving my Adam’s apple so I could sound like a bimbo, to my new pert breasts with sensitive nipples that you could cup and tweak, to the tendon surgery to make sure I could only wear heels, and to the sex reassignment surgery that replaced my own penis with my an almost permanently sopping went cunt, I wanted to scream and externalize the horrors of the last few years of my life.

The moment that you knocked on my door and laughed as you flashed your phone at me, telling me that you had a wonderful surprise in store for me as you barged in and made yourself at home. I was confused when my parents welcomed you with open arms as if you had belonged there all along, my mother shamelessly flirting with you while my father treated you as if you were his son. I tried to react as I saw my brother bound down the stairs sporting a haphazard wig with long hair and hastily applied makeup while wearing one of my mother’s dresses, but could only stand and watch as he giggled and ran up to me, giving me a hug and a deep kiss.

I knew it had something to do with your phone, but I didn’t know how you were controlling us nor did I really have any opportunity to find out as my life slowly changed drastically after that moment my new “sister”, as I now knew my brother, kissed me. You had taken our place in our father’s mind, becoming the heir to his fortune as he practically treated you as his golden child. His only thought was on your happiness as he practically begged you to cuckold him and impregnate her so that you could have your own children and pass on your marvelous genes.

Since our mother would be busy as your baby factory and raising your children, they both thought it was a wonderful idea to have a pair of incestuous “sisters” who were in love with you serve your every sexual need and to be surrogate mothers when the time came. I don’t know about the rest of my family, but I could feel my identity slowly slip away as I thanked you for every step of my feminization, surrendering my manhood piece by piece as I slowly shed my ugly male features became the girl of your dreams.

If my new features were slowly normalized in my mind, my new sexual identity was imprinted onto my mind immediately and seared into my very soul. As far as I knew, I had always lusted after you and wanted your cock around my lips or in my ass. The only other person who came close was my “sister” who I played with occasionally because I just knew that the thought of lesbian sisters would turn you on. My sister certainly felt the same way as me, and while we both understood that our primary duty was to serve your sexual needs, she would often enjoy playing with my body and teasing me because she knew it pleased you.

In fact, despite the fact that she was my “younger sister”, she was always the more assertive between the two of us and not only took the lead in pleasuring you directly, but was also the dominant one when it came to playing with me. It was quite humiliating when you gave her a fresh new cunt before me, and as the sissy faggot with the caged clitlette, it was only natural that you’d pay more attention to her and fuck her cunt while she made me clean her up with my tongue after you were done with her. The fact that she had bigger tits than me was another sign that she was the one who was in charge in our incestuous relationship, as I almost naturally started following her lead anytime it involved pleasing you in some way.

You reach down to my face and grab my chin, pulling me up from your cock and gesturing my sister to stop. I could hear her whimper as she realized that I was going to be the one to receive the pure bliss of being penetrated by your magnificent rod, but she sat back obediently on her haunches as she was instructed to make room for me. I could feel tears welling in my eyes as my body automatically guided itself, standing up so that I could straddle you before slowly lowering my lithe hormone-ridden body and slowly filling the empty void of my sissy gash with your cock. You held my face so that I could do nothing but look into your eyes as my body began riding you, bouncing up and down on your penis as programmed moans of pleasure escaped from my lips.

To anyone who saw me, I was the wanton slut who was riding her man with reckless abandon, expertly flexing the muscles in my thighs and legs as I rode your manhood as if I had been fucking you for my entire life. But while my body expressed pleasure and desire, tears began to flow from my eyes as the true horror of what you had done to me and my family. You cruelly illustrate your seemingly magic control over me by asking me how I felt as you were fucking me, to which I automatically replied, “I’m a silly sissy faggot who loves your cock inside me!”.

I could hear my “sister” giggle and shout that she was the same as she watched me being fucked in front of her, which only drove me to further despair. The sight of my tears contrasted with my body’s betrayal of my former male identity made you harder than I have ever felt you get before. I suddenly remembered that we had played this game many, many times before, as you would bring me back from the part of the brain that you had locked my consciousness into from time to time in order for me to experience the humiliation of not only losing everything to you but also being turned into your sissy bitch.

I could feel your cock twitch as you whisper, “I’m going to leave my Christmas gift inside you” into my ear, which only causes my body to react by clenching my sissy cunt around you so that it could better receive your precious essence. You grunt and tense up as you begin to release the copious amount of cum stored in your large testicles inside of me, my body responding in kind by throwing itself into a mind-shattering orgasm. We both knew this was an act, particularly since my pathetic sobs of despair came through between my cries of pleasure and thanking you for filling my sissy hole with your cum.

As you finish spurting inside me, you hold me close and give me a kiss, before reaching for your phone and tapping the screen a few times. I knew exactly what this meant as the fog that had lifted only moments ago began to enter my mind again, driving my current identity back into the recesses of my brain as the bimbo girlfriend personality slowly reasserted itself. I could only watch as I was slowly driven back into my mental prison as my sobbing stopped and was replaced with squeals of glee and gratitude as I reached over to return your kisses and thank you for taking away my manhood and making me a sissy bitch along with my sister.

You motion for me to dismount from you, which I do with the swiftness of a young gymnast, before standing in a semi-squat so that my sissy sister could crawl under me and start lapping up your cum from my gash. I moaned as my sister shoved her tongue deep inside me, feeling her tickle my crevice with her oral skills as she did her best to reach as much as the cum as possible. Minutes later, she pulled her face away from my crotch and stood up to face me, before I smiled at her and gave her a deep tongue kiss so that she could feed me some of your seed.

We split our Christmas present as good sissy sisters should, before turning to face you to show you how much of your gift was in our mouths. You smile and nod at us, signalling to us that we should swallow your cum. We dutifully comply and lick our lips clean as I felt my sister grab my hand and squeeze tightly to show her joy at having such a wonderful boyfriend and a sissy sister to share him with. Then in unison, we both joyfully said “Thank you for your Christmas present! We’ll do our best to avoid the naughty list so that we can keep receiving your wonderful gifts!”

I could feel myself losing control of my mind as an overwhelming sense of joy and compliance washed over me. The last thought I had was wondering why you might free my mind again as my new personality reclaimed its rightful place in my mind and all I could feel was happiness at being able to serve the man I love with my sister at my side.

I use my free hand to wipe some of the strange moisture that had come from my eyes and ruined my makeup. I guess I must have cried for some reason, but I don’t know why… maybe they were tears of joy at having such a perfect life where all my thoughts and energy were devoted to serving you! I smile and kiss my sister before leading her back down to the floor and asking you if you would like us to clean your cock. You smile and tell us to start, before my sister and I giggle and start licking your cock again.

This really was the best Christmas ever! And I’m sure that we’ll have many, many more Christmases like this one to come!