Here's where it all begins: Sissy Stepbrother - part 1

This starts with Ed/Elena's POV, then goes to Ron/Ronette's...

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“Jake, please,” Mom muttered.

“Oh, is that a yes?” my stepdad answered sarcastically. “Just maybe you should see what it looks like. Keep going boys!” When we failed to move, he snarled, “Do it. Right. Now. Be good sissy cocksuckers.”

“Jake, I can’t watch this!”

“Betty, don’t move a goddamn inch or I’ll take it out on him.” He turned back to us. “Don’t keep your mother waiting.”

That was how my brother and I did a sissy sixty-nine in front of my weeping mother and scowling stepdad. Our cocks had deflated but we sucked on each other anyway, hoping to appease him before he did anything horrible to any of us.

After a minute of it, Jake lost all patience. “This is making me sick. You two have an hour to pack your things and get out of here. I never want to see either of you again!”

* * *

 Not long after my dad ordered us to go, he left with a screech of rubber, muttering he didn’t want to be around his “fag son” a minute longer. He threated violence if we weren’t gone by the time got back.

 Elena and I packed together using our suitcases and two extras provided by my stepmom. She also gave us in a large assortment of  her own blouses, skirts, women’s pants and shoes. She and Elena were the same size, meaning I could wear them too.

 We both decided to dress appropriately for the road: light blouses that showed off the cleavage created by our expensive breast forms in VS bras, miniskirts and see-thru panties. My hair was just long enough for a quick style into a sexy, girlish ‘do. With time running out we decided to do our makeup when we got the hell out of the house.

 “I’m sorry about this, Ron,” Mom said. “You deserve a better dad.”

 “Ronette,” I said. “I’m trans just like my sister.”

 She hugged and kissed me. “I’m happy for you, then. I’m so glad you love each other. Please stick together.”

 “There’s nobody else I’d rather be with, Mom,” Elena said.

 “I wish I could just go with you, but he’d make our lives hell if I left him,” Betty lamented. “We need to act quickly if you two are to have a chance. Give me your phone, Elena.”

 She called an Uber that took the three of us to the garage where her Charger was awaiting service for air-conditioning. She was giving it to us to get out of California with. She’d tell my dad the shop was still waiting on a part when he asked why her car wasn’t back.

 “I’ll call you if he figures it out and reports it stolen,” she said, as we unloaded our suitcases from the Uber. “Driver, I’d like to go back to where you picked us up. I’ll just be a minute.”

 “Not a problem, lady.”

 Just then the huge steel garage door began to lower. Betty ran over to where a guy in his late twenties was closing up the shop. “Stanley, please just a minute!”

 “It’s past time for me to close, Mrs. Chambers. The boss and all the other guys already left for the weekend. Come back on Monday.”

 “Please, call me Betty,” she husked. She caressed his face.

 Stanley stopped lowering the door and licked his lips. Even though she was pushing forty, Betty still had a young woman’s body and she was dressed to show off her generous tits, sweet ass and long legs. He was seriously considering going for it.

 “Look, Betty. Even if I stay open another couple minutes, the part isn’t in yet. The best I can do is give you the car.”

 “Yes, that’s fine!” she said. “Just… don’t tell my husband I came and got it today… at least not with… my girls.”

 Stan grinned widely. “I thought you had sons, Mrs. C. They’re very pretty for boys. So what can I have in exchange for covering for you?”

 Mom’s chin trembled. “I… I’ll give you a blowjob.”

 The mechanic focused on Elena and grinned even bigger. “I think I’d rather have one from your girl there.”

 My sissy sister eagerly jumped in. “I’ll do it, Mom!” Seeing the sad look on her face, Elena added, “I want to! He’s really cute!”

 Our mom’s frown turned into a wry smile. “I’ve raised a slut.”

 The Uber driver stepped in. “Would you like my silence as well? If anyone asks, I took Betty to the store instead of her and her two slutty daughters.” He grinned at me. “You’re also a slut too, aren’t you?”

 “You bet I am!” I giggled dropping to my knees in front of him.

 “Don’t feel bad, Betty,” the mechanic assured as her son took his cock deep. “You’re a total MILF. But sissies give the best head!”

 So while our mom stood there and watched, my sissy stepbrother and I gave head to the two horny guys in the auto repair shop. This was the first manly cock in my mouth and I loved the feel and taste of it so much, I knew what I was born to do.

 When Uber dude shot his load on my face, my sissy cock reached total hardness. Elena and I licked the cum off each other’s faces while the guys zipped up. We made sure we licked each other very clean, because Mom would soon be kissing us goodbye.

 When we hit the freeway, Elena could agree on only one place for us to go: Las Vegas. We knew there was a vibrant trans community there, including girls who worked as shemales in porn and prostitution. If we were both going to be sluts anyway then why not put it to good use?

 “Y’know, I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon. I don’t know if I really want to transition,” I said. “I’m thinking I’d be happy to be a sissy—a femboy. I still love getting pretty and having sex, but… you’re not mad are you?”

 “Do you still want to be called Ronette or Ron? What about ‘she’ and stuff like that? Brother? Sister?”

 “I think Ronnie. I guess he or she or whatever the situation calls for. Like if we go in the Ladies room, it should be ‘she’ and ‘sister.’”

 “As long as we get to keep fucking, whatever you want, Ronnie!”

 I looked adoringly into Elena’s eyes as she drove us up the I-15 toward Las Vegas. The night was coming on and traffic thinning out when a wicked idea came into mind.

 “Turn on the cruise control, darling. I’ve fantasized about this…”

 I flipped up her skirt, tugged down her panties and took her cock in my mouth. It was tasty from all the precum when she gave head to the mechanic. The feeling of her fully-erect clitty on my tongue gave me a major hard-on. So I reached under my skirt and pulled out my cock!

 “Oh fuck, little brother!” Elena moaned. “Suck that clitty good. And jack off yours so I can see it!”

 Up and down my head bobbed as I gave her a blowjob at 70MPH on a major interstate while I pumped my own tool.  Soon I heard the sound of an eighteen-wheeler pull along side us and the horn honking. Then another one pulled along the other side. I heard a man laughing.

 “Don’t look now, baby, but we’ve attracted a crowd!”

 “Suck that big, yummy shemale cock!” yelled one of the truckers. “Hey, if you stop in Barstow, go find the Purple Pit Bar!”

 For five minutes I gave head to my trans stepsister as she drove us north toward Barstow and, eventually, Las Vegas. Several trucks drove alongside for the show then moved on. It seemed they must have been talking over the radio, because at least twenty trucks saw me giving this incestuous blowjob. I happily drank her tasty pre-cum.

 “I’m going to cum real soon,” Elena began to pant.

 “In my mouth, darling!”

 “No, let’s save it. I read about the Purple Pit on the ‘net when I was planning a Vegas trip a few months ago. It’s a trans-friendly gay bar in Barstow, and some trans hookers make good money there.” She pulled back from my cock. “And we need all the money we can get.”

 I pouted, wanting her to finish in my mouth. “I guess…”

 * * *

 I had Ronnie look up directions to the bar when we hit Barstow city limits. It looked like a sleepy desert crossroads but it was big for a town way out here. It made sense there’d be a bar for people like us. He had just given me the turnoff when my phone beeped with an incoming text message.

 “It’s from Mom,” Ronnie said. “Uh-oh. She’s texting because my dad is nearby. The Uber dude ratted us out. He’s… oh shit! He’s called the cops and reported her car as stolen!” He gnashed his teeth. “I’d like Uber Boy's dick back in my mouth right now for two seconds…”

 “The turnoff is up here. We’ll find a nice quiet place to ditch it and walk to the bar. Now we need to turn a trick with a trucker who can give us a ride the rest of the way.”

 “Ooooh! A hot, yummy trucker!”

 “I’ll settle for a fat, homely one as long as he can get us outta here.”

 I found what looked like an abandoned house on the edge of a rundown neighborhood only half a mile from the bar, and I parked the car in the garage so it wouldn’t be found right away. No point in giving my stepdad, or the cops, any help in tracking us down.

 Still dressed in light blouses and miniskirts and three-inch pumps, my sissy brother and I picked up our two suitcases apiece and walked the last half-mile to the Purple Pit as the early evening started getting dark.

Still writing! More to cum!!!