Welcome back to the continuing adventures of stepbrothers Ronnie (sissy) and Elena (trans), now on the road and running away from home. They've reached the desert crossroads of Barstow where they hope to find help and make money at LGBT bar The Purple Pit. That's the thing about being cute, young and trans: everybody wants to fuck you! If you missed it, here is Part 5!

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

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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 Ronnie and me down.

 Still dressed in light blouses and minishirts 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. It was still early in the evening, and a lovely thirtyish trans bartender was the only other person in there.

 “Call me Grace,” she said. “Looks like you two are on the move.”

 I explained the situation to her and she was very sympathetic, letting us stow our suitcases in the backroom until we got our ride. If for some reason we didn’t, there was a bargain motel next door. With a wink she told up that motel came in handy for T-girls who wanted to have sex with the chasers—“for lust or money or both.”

 “I got a feeling you’d probably not like to show your IDs, huh?”

 “Will that be a problem?”

 “Nope. I have an understanding with the police. They don’t hassle us, and they can drink when they want and fuck any of our regulars for free… well, on Friday nights. So we might see a few later on. So I’ll let you gals tidy up in the restroom and I’ll set you up with some drinks… non-alcoholic.” She winked again. “If a gentlemen buys drinks for you… well, that’s where I turn a blind eye.”

 “I love it! Thank you so much,” I gushed. “Can we do anything for you, Grace..? Anything at all?”

 “I have a few ideas,” she winked again. She whispered in my ear.

 Ronnie and I took our purses into the bathroom along with makeup and lingerie I’d selected from our suitcases. Our miniskirts and blouses were sexy enough, but I wanted us dressed just right for what Grace had asked for. We got into three-piece, designer lingerie with our breast formed spirit-glued to our waxed chests, and sheer, seamed tan stockings to make our legs look and feel sexy.

 We sat at the bar on tall stools, legs crossed and made up like whore. Within an hour, thirty trans girls and sissies were in there along with the same number of chasers. Being the new girls and the youngest of anyone in the bar, guys bought us booze left and right.

 “Hey, sexy,” said a hunky construction worker. “What’s your name? And how about the sexy babe next to you? I’ll Joey.”

 “I’m Elena and this is my sister, Ronnie.”

 Joey told me how sexy I was and kissed me without warning. I eagerly opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue, and I moaned when he stroked my clitty through my panties. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his pal walk right up to my sissy brother and deep-kiss him. From his whimpers and sighs, I knew he was thrilled.

 We ended up giving head to both of them in the bathroom. Then they surprised us by stuff fifty-dollar bills into our bras. They laughed and said we were whores now if we hadn’t been before. Ronnie cleaned the cum of our faces, touched up our makeup, and went back to our seats, which Grace had held open for us.

 “Ya’ll enjoy Joey and Ray?” she chuckled. “They’re good regulars and I steered ‘em your way.”

 “Oh hell yeah, Grace!” Ronnie breathed. “Send more of them.”

 “Oh, I believe that will take care of itself,” she smiled. “Now here’s where you repay the favor. Take her up there, Elena.”

 “Take me up where?” Ronnie said as I grabbed her hand.

 “We’re putting on a show for the whole bar,” I said as I led her up to a low stage near the back of the bar. “Follow my lead, baby.”

 “Ladies, gentlemen and everybody else!” Grace’s voice boomed over the PA system, undercutting the music. “The Purple Pit is very pleased to present the fabulous Elena and Ronnie, the sexiest sisters ever to step onto our stage!”

 One minute later, Ronnie and I danced in a spotlight to porno-jazz on a ten by twenty stage. We were two feet above the dance floor, which was crowded with well over fifty men, sissies and sister trannies, all of them thoroughly cheering us on.

 I’d told Ronnie to follow my every move, so when I unbuttoned my blouse, he did. A minute later we stepped out of our skirts. Now we danced with our cocks bulging against our panties, which had wet spots from pre-cum. We shook and gyrated, and teased our hard dicks through the panties, driving the crowd wild.

 I wished I had real breasts, but the silicone forms looked so good and they were firmly attached. I got behind Ronnie and rubbed my bulge against his ass while my hands reached around and squeezed his fake tits. When he turned his face up into mine, I deep-kissed him. He reached around and fondled my ass.

 “Take it out! Take it out!” the crowd chanted.

 I reached into my stepbrother’s panties and took out his fully hard cock to huge cheers, especially when I started jacking him off. Three sissies from the crowd knelt on the stage in front of us, side-by-side, and put their faces together, mouths open to catch his jizz.

 Suddenly the music cut off and a new voice came over the PA. It was a cop with a lot of stripes on his sleeve. Immediately the sissies got off the stage leaving just my brother and me up there, frozen with panic. Things couldn’t get much worse than this.

 The crowd looked more disappointed than worried, so I hoped it wasn’t going to be a big deal. However, the way that Grace talked to the cop and kept glancing at us made me think that whatever happened would be to us.

 The cop with all the stripes, a hunky thirtysomething cowboy type who said to call him “Sarge” and three other cops took up to the motel next door. We were forced to walk wearing only our lingerie, one of the cops carried our purses, skirts and blouses. They were all grinning as they sat us at the end of the king-sized bed.

 “Excuse me, Sarge,” I begged in my best girl-voice, “but all our bags are still at the bar.”

 “They’ll be fine there,” Sarge said. “But see, we got a problem.”

 He explained his patrolmen found a car we found we ditched and saw it was listed as stolen. So they called the registered owner, which was thankfully in my mom’s name. She said it was a family dispute and her husband was making trouble.

 “So we got us a dilemma here. We got us a couple of teenagers not old enough to drink in a gay bar who may or may not have stolen a car, and you two were performing a lewd act in public. Now, I’m tempted to put you two into custody until all this gets figured out… unless maybe you two were to be cooperative with us.”

 Without a word I took off my panties and got on the bed on all fours. I looked over my shoulder at Sarge, my dick getting very hard. “We’ll cooperate fully, sir.”

 A moment later Ronnie joined me side by side. His sissy cock was just as hard as mine. We looked at each other and winked. Then I leaned over and kissed him deeply and he kissed back.

 “I love you, littler brother,” I said.

 “Brothers? God-damn, am I fucking horny!” laughed one of the younger cops. “I got dibs on little brother’s mouth!”

 “Her name is Ronnie. And she’s my hot sissy sister!”

 I heard pants unzipping and the sound of cop uniforms coming off in a hurry. I gasped at the hot wet tongue burrowing into my ass. One of the cops said there’s no need—there’s lube and condoms in both of the nightstands because it’s a room for turning tricks.

 The tongue pulled away briefly. “I don’t care! She’s so pretty and so young and I want to eat her pussy!”

 “Hell, yeah! I want to rim the other one!”

 Just as I heard Ronnie groan from his asshole getting licked, Sarge got on his knees in front of me and touched his hard seven inches to my lips. A big drip of precum leaked out and I lapped it up. My tongue began circling his cock like a popsicle, curling around it, lapping at it, and teasing the sensitive underside.

 “You are so young and pretty,” Sarge moaned. “So fucking hot. You could make a fortune as a hooker.”

 “Be my pimp, Daddy,” I sighed, halfway meaning it, then I closed my mouth around his cock and took him all the way into my throat.

 “Oh, fuck yeah, you hot, slutty bitch!” he groaned.

 Then I groaned because one of the younger cops slid his huge, throbbing dick deep into my hungry tranny pussy. I was in such a deep haze of pleasure I was barely aware of the slurping noises as Ronnie began sucking cock. Soon his whimpers became deep moans and the last other cop began fucking his sissy ass.

 We’re both getting spit-roasted by cops!

 The thought made me so horny as the dicks kept pumping away at my ass and my mouth, and Sarge’s steady trickle of precum filled my mouth. What I didn’t expect was a pair of plump lips closing around my cock. Whoever it was, he or she gave great head!

 “Can’t resist, can you, Grace?” Sarge chuckled.

 The hot, sucking mouth pulled off my pulsing she-dick. “I’ve had my eye on this hot, little twist for hours. She’s the youngest, hottest transgirl to come through my doors in a long time! I wanna have her before she gets too used, if you know what I mean.”

 “Well, seeing it’s your bar and your motel, I don’t see how we could object,” he said. “I’m assuming they’re lining up in the bar?”

 “You know they are.” Then she resumed going down on me.

 The conversation jarred me so much I stopped sucking. Sarge patted my head like I was a pussycat and said to keep sucking. I could imagine the grin on his face as he said a pair of sluts like us would love what was coming next.

Are you ready for Part 7???