O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

His Girl

by webb025

Part 1

It's funny how little differences can become big ones. My identical twin brother Jason is just a few minutes older than I am, yet I look up to him as if we were years apart. He thinks things through more clearly, while I tend to be more emotional.

Physically, there's not much to tell us apart. We're both 6'5", with blond hair and green eyes. We both keep our hair long, with a kind of retro bowl cut just above the eyes. We're seniors in high school, and pretty much the stars of our football team. I'm a wide receiver, Jason is a running back, and between us we do most of the scoring for the team. Our prettyboy quarterback just has to throw or hand off the ball to one of us, and something good will usually happen. Since we do sports year round, we are always working out, and have great builds that we take care of with great care and lots of hard work. We also dress somewhat alike, not intentionally really, it just works out that way.

Oh, we also have a brother Billy, two years younger than us, but we don't really have much to do with him. He was adopted soon after he was born, and grew to be about 5'8" tall and on the scrawny side. He's got straight black hair that tends to hang over his eyes. Our dad, who's big like us, was kind of disappointed in how Billy turned out physically, and over the years spent a lot more time with us than with Billy, playing ball, watching sports on TV, and attending our Little League and football games. Mom tried to spend some time encouraging Billy, but he grew up mostly apart from family activities, which revolved around Jason and me. And while we twins always shared a room since we were little, and it seems totally natural to us even though we're almost eighteen, Billy has always had his own room.

Billy is the total nerd type, and spends most of his spare time alone in his room. He has his own computer, and the floor is covered with all kinds of electronic stuff, and cables and tools and things. Whenever his door is open, it seems he's reading things on the Internet. At school, he runs with a totally different crowd, and at home he helps the family out with everything technical. Right now, he's setting up a new family computer in the den. When Jason and I came in after practice and saw him crawling around behind the machine, Jason poked his head in and joked, "Billy, you really need to get out and get a girlfriend." I suppressed a laugh. We both figure Billy for gay, and there's no need to be mean. But Billy just looked up for a moment, smiled, and said, "Yeah, I know, I'm working on it." And we went on to our room.

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It's Saturday, and Jason and I are still a bit sore from yesterday evening's successful football game. Billy has told us he's just about done setting up the new computer. It has some special new multimedia equipment attached to it, and he wants each of us to spend a few minutes trying it out. Mom and Dad will do it this morning, and Jason and I will try it this afternoon. When I passed the den, I saw Dad with a headset on. I couldn't tell from his _expression whether he was enjoying the experience. In fact, his face didn't seem to have much of an _expression at all.

I had just came back from visiting a friend. As I entered our room, Jason looked up and told me that it was my turn to try out the new computer's multimedia experience. "It's incredible, man. It hits all the senses at once. You gotta try it!" I went to the den, where Billy was expecting me. He handed me the headset as I sat down. "Just relax and enjoy," he said. I put it on and waited for the program to start. I couldn't hear anything at first, then there was a sound that seemed to be nowhere and everywhere at once. I don't remember much about it, but it seemed like a minute later that Billy was taking off the headset and telling me I was done. I went back to my room, where I discovered to my total shock that nearly three hours had gone by since I had put on the headset.

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Now it's Saturday evening. Jason and I were hanging around our room waiting for Mom to call us for dinner, when Billy barged in. This was really weird because he almost never comes into our room for any reason. He then said something strange: "All of you have spent a few hours on the machine, and the tests seem successful. So now, down to the deepest recesses of your minds, you should believe that everything I tell you is the absolute, indisputable truth." And the thought that immediately sprang to mind was, Of course! Everything Billy says is ALWAYS true! That's completely obvious! Why is he even bothering to say that?

He walked over to my twin. "Jason, remember when you made fun of me yesterday? About not having a girlfriend? Well, that was pretty disrespectful, don't you think?" A troubled _expression came over Jason, and he said, "Disrespectful... yes..."

Billy continued. "And you should be punished for that, right? In fact, you NEED to be punished for that." And Jason, taking in this information, looked fully convinced. "Yes, I really need to be punished."

Billy called down the hall. "Dad! You need to come in here right away!" And immediately I heard Dad's loud footsteps approaching down the hall. But when he arrived at our door, I couldn't believe what I saw. He came in completely naked! I don't think I had ever seen him naked before in my life, and yet he seemed completely unaware and unconcerned about it. He's a really big guy, both wider and taller than us twins, and we're pretty big. My eyes couldn't help drifting down to his private parts. His soft cock seemed bigger than mine is soft. I couldn't help but wonder what it would look like hard.

As soon Dad walked in, Billy said, "Dad, Jason was very disrespectful of me and needs to be punished. You should be angry." And immediately, rage showed on Dad's face. And of course Billy was right; Dad SHOULD be angry! Jason looked ashamed, and even somewhat scared. Dad sat his large frame down on a chair and said, furiously, "Jason, it's time for your punishment RIGHT NOW! Lie face down here across my lap." And Jason, looking frightened, walked over and docilely lay down on Dad's lap the way he might have when we were four years old. Even at 6'5", he looked like a little kid lying there, his ass globes presented for a painful punishment.

Dad began his spanking. And he wasn't holding back; his slap! slap! slap! were delivered with the full force of his considerable strength, and it was clear Jason was writhing in pain. Meanwhile, Billy came over to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, Tim, I'll protect you. I'm sure you're grateful for that." And a huge wave of gratitude swept over me that Billy was willing to protect me from such a nasty punishment. What a great brother he turned out to be! Who knew!

Finally, Dad finished his spanking of Jason, shoved him off his lap, and stood up. "Don't ever disrespect your brother again!" he said sternly and strode out the door, huge semihard cock flopping around as he walked. Evidently the warmth and friction had caused him to get a semi while he was spanking Jason. I could see where Jason and I got our endowments. Billy went over and stood over Jason, who was lying on the floor rubbing his very red butt. "You're sorry you insulted me. In fact, you feel bad about insulting me. You want to make it up to me, don't you, Jason?" Jason looked pained. "Oh, yes, I HAVE to make it up to you, Billy. But how can I?"

Billy said, "Just get Brad Jackson over here tomorrow morning." Brad is the quarterback of our football team. "Tell him you want him to try out this incredible new multimedia box we just got installed. You've got to get him here. You'll feel really guilty until you do." And clearly, from his _expression, Jason DID feel that way.

Billy came over to me. "Tim, you know you owe me for protecting you from punishment." Of course I knew that. "So I want you to do me a favor tomorrow and do some shopping..." And he explained what he wanted me to buy. I went to my desk wrote down what he said.

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It's Sunday evening. This morning I went on a shopping trip for Billy. First I went to a costume shop. I explained to the sales guy that our football team was putting on a comedy skit, and I needed a girl's cheerleader outfit that would fit me. He took my measurements, said he would have a real challenge finding girl's cheerleader shoes that would fit my size 14 feet. But he said if I came back in a couple of hours, he would have the altered costume and shoes ready for me. After that, I went to the women's section of a department store to buy some underthings, and then to the cosmetics counter for a few items. Then I picked up the costume and went home. As Billy had instructed, I put everything in our closet.

Later, Billy came into the room with Mom. He told her I needed help learning how to put on the cosmetics and outfit, so she spent time showing me how to do it. Once I was all made up and dressed, Billy told me how he thought I should feel very natural in the outfit, and right away I knew he was correct: I felt much more comfortable dressed that way than wearing my normal clothes. There was a knock on our front door, and Billy said it would be best for me to change back into my regular clothes. So although it was a bit uncomfortable, of course I did what Billy said because he knew what was best.

Jason answered the front door, where find Brad Jackson was waiting. Brad, our quarterback, is nowhere near as physically large as Jason and I are -- he is not even six feet tall -- but we call him "prettyboy" because he has boyband-type looks under an always-perfect head of chestnut-colored hair. The illusion of delicateness is shattered whenever he takes off his clothes in the locker room; although he has a naturally slim build, he spends a lot of time working out. He has a decent upper body, and also well-muscled legs, since he makes up in mobility what he lacks in height.

Jason escorted Brad into the den to try out the multimedia box attached to the computer. Once Billy put the headset on Brad, Jason left the den and came into our room. He told me how he felt bad at how he had treated Billy all these years, which surprised me. I mean, neither of us ever had much to do with Billy, so what did Jason feel bad about? But it seemed to make sense to Jason. He said he was really grateful to Billy for finding a way for him to atone for all those years.

Later, Billy came into our room with a confused-looking Brad, who was saying, "You mean Jason was secretly lusting after our hot bods all these years? That he's really a flaming FAG? But he never -- I mean he never said anything, or stared, or anything --"

Billy said, "That's right, he's just REAL good at hiding it. But he's decided to come out, right, Jase?"

Jason cleared his throat. It was clearly difficult for him to do what he was about to do, but as he's proved many times over the years, he has the heart of a champion when he knows what needs to be done. "Brad, I ... I've always ... wanted ...

 

Part 2

It's been about a week since my adopted brother William, or Master William as we call him out of respect to his dominant personality (not to mention his total command over our family), used the force of his will to change me from Tim, the boy everyone thought I was, into Tina, the girl I always wanted to be (at least I think I did), and made me his girlfriend. While I am not allowed to wear my natural girl's clothes to school, where I have to remain disguised as a boy, I've been spending a lot of time with Melissa and other new girlfriends who are helping me feel like the delicate, emotional real woman I am. It's a bit hard for me to be the vulnerable girl when I'm 6'5" and 220 pounds of muscle, but it's what I am, and I can't help it.

I love shopping with my new girlfriends, and learning more from them about what guys are really after in a girl. They're giving me tips on how to dress, how to walk, what to say, how to do my hair, and how to be really seductive with a guy. I hang with them alot now. I spend almost no time other than at practice with my football teammates, since they don't know I'm a girl just disguised as a boy. I also don't want them making plays for me, because I want to remain true to Master William.

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I got home this evening, all excited about a sexy new top I bought, and eager to model it for Master William. I came into the house through the kitchen door, where my parents were sitting around naked as usual, and went towards William's room where I now also lived. The door was closed, but I heard the bed creaking loudly and cries of passion inside. I threw open the door, and there on the bed under Master William was my identical twin Jason, wearing MY cheerleading outfit and MY makeup. Furious, I ran in, dragged Jason out from under William and onto the floor, and started pulling his hair. He wrestled with me, and we rolled around a few times, with him using his superior male fighting skills, and me biting and kicking. William was obviously amused by the situation -- just like a man! -- but he eventually said, "You both should stop," and of course since we knew he was right as always, we did. We sat next to each other on the floor and looked expectantly at William.

"Sorry, Tina honey, you must have spent a lot of time shopping and got home real late, and I was horny and needed some hot girl lovin'. The point is, you two are physically interchangeable to me. For my purposes, Jason, you could just as easily be the girl, and Tina, you could just as easily be required to report to your team's locker room for nonstop punishment." And of course it was true. I felt a sympathetic twinge in my throat and asshole, the parts of Jason that were regularly violated by anyone at school with a cock. Or vibrator, broom handle, doorknob, flashlight, or even just long fingers.

William continued, "You both should realize you're lucky I was sensitive enough to figure out which of you would make a better girl, and which of you would make a better punishment slave. So I want you two to kiss and make up." And with that, Jason looked at me oddly, grabbed me firmly around the waist, and started to deep-kiss me. I was surprised, but then I remembered that Jason was still a regular heterosexual male, although his continual punishment regimen didn't allow him time to be with a woman. So maybe he was getting extra horny and was taking it out on me, the only female around that was his age, even though he knew I was the property of William. The Master didn't seem upset, however. He even seemed to be pondering ideas he got from seeing this. I didn't like that; I didn't want him thinking sexual thoughts about anyone but ME. His girl.

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For the next few hours, we just did normal family activities. William and I made out several times, or rather William totally dominated me physically, the way I like it, while in his room Jason impaled himself on a series of larger and larger dildoes. William confided to me that once Jason's holes were sufficiently stretched, those toys weren't going to produce enough pain to satisfy his punishment needs, so he would need to bring friends by to torture him. William had generously offered that if any of his visiting friends wasn't naturally nasty enough to perform the torture, he would hook the friend up for a session on the multimedia box and change him into a truly mean-spirited sadist. Then Jason would get what he truly deserved and desired.

When we were all truly satisfied and worn out, Master William reminded us it was time to perform our most important task. "OK, guys, it's reinforcement night. Each of you has to take a turn on the multimedia box, Jason first. Mom and Dad have already done it. Don't forget! Every Monday and Thursday. It's vital to your lives!

"Oh, and don't forget to remind your quarterback that tomorrow is one of his reinforcement days. Not that I think he'd forget, since it's his 'prime directive'. But tell him that I said he should buy and bring a large wooden paddle so that after his reinforcement time, he can learn how to properly use it on Jason in his room. Tell him I'll make Jason's ass itch intolerably until it's been properly paddled. Then Brad can pass the knowledge on to others in the school, and the paddle can hang in the locker room for anyone to use."

When it was my turn, I went back into the den for my multimedia session. By now it was almost pleasant to hear the sound from nowhere. Master William has promised that soon he'll get a smaller version of the box that will attach easily to our laptops. Then we can reinforce ourselves anytime, anywhere. We can even bring it to school and help out friends with it, once William teaches us how to use it properly.

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It was a few nights later. Master William and I were curled up in his bed, spooned to each other. Although we were dozing off after a particularly rough sex session, I was still horny, and was trying to decide whether to grab William's crotch and try to start something, when there was a meek knock on the door. It was Jason, looking miserable. "Master William, I can't sleep. I wasn't punished enough after school today. The captain of the freshman football team was supposed to paddle me in front of his teammates while I begged for more, but he was absent today." He held up a pair of his football cleats. "Could you please stomp me with these cleats until I can sleep?"

Master William looked doubtful. "I know you need your punishment to sleep properly. I made you that way. But I don't really fit in those huge cleats, and I don't weigh enough to do the right amount of damage anyway. But you know who fits on both counts? Your sister Tina." I perked up. "Tina would probably really enjoy delivering your due punishment," he said, and as soon as he said it I knew it was true. I began to get excited, and my clit rose.

"In fact, I did prepare for a situation like this. Tina, why don't you go into the closet and get your new girl boots with the spiked heels? Also, I bought you a present, which you'll find behind the boots. Bring it out." I went to the closet and got the boots. It had taken a bit of Web searching to find a pair of girl's boots in men's size 14, but I found them on a really kinky Web site and had them express shipped. Leaning on the wall of the closet, behind the boots, I saw a brand new leather whip.

Master William went on: "Jason, to help you through this, I'm appointing your sister to be your Mistress Tina. It's only right that you obey both me and her. And you should find it exciting to be punished by a woman, since you're a healthy heterosexual male, for now at least. What do you think?"

Jason began to see the greatness of William's plan. He got excited and started to beg, "Mistress Tina, PLEASE punish me so I can sleep. I want to feel your spiked heels on my back, and feel the taste of the lash." At first I didn't know what to do. I've never been a dominatrix before. But a few words from William set me right. I stuffed my big feet into the boots and cracked the whip a few times. I told Jason, "Lick my boots clean and I might notice you enough to punish you." Jason gratefully dropped to the floor and began to lick my boots eagerly, awaiting his painful reward from my whip.

Obviously, Master William was enjoying the scene. "You know, I could make Jason into 'Jezebel', a bad girl, then turn you both into horny lesbians. I could watch a lot of hot girl-on- girl action between you two, and when I got tired of that I could make the two of you have a "cat fight" to compete for my affections. What do you think?"

Despite the jolt of excitement that hit both of us when he said that, because after all he IS Master William and his ideas are naturally important to us, neither of us really liked the suggestion. Jason begged, "Please don't make me into a girl. I am a guy through and through. Even though I'm in constant need of painful punishment and humiliation, I want to stay a guy." Then I said, "And please don't make me compete with Jason for your affections. I'll do anything to be your girl, to be the best girl I can be. I'll change myself any way you like... hot clothes, new makeup, ribbons on my clit, high heels, breast enlargement, whatever you want, so long as I'm YOURS."

Our generous master acceded to our requests. "Oh, OK, stay the 'natural' way you are. Now get to work. Tina, I want to see stripes on Jason's bottom. And Jason, I want to see Tina's boots so shiny that I can see my reflection in them. And then I won't turn you both into super-powerful lesbians in total lust with each other. Or if I do, I'll have you forget the whole thing and turn you back to 'normal' when I'm done playing with you."

And so I became my brother's leather girl disciplinarian, Mistress Tina. I knew that to do it properly I would have to spend some time Web surfing to learn the best techniques and to order the best torture equipment. Using the multimedia box, I could also help Jason's visiting friends in punishing him the most effective way. (And maybe program some of the cuter guys to flirt with me at school...)

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Another week went by. Practice ended early, and I went home expecting to perfect my whipping technique on Jason's needy ass. I went through the open door of William's room (even though both he and I now live there, I can't think of it as anything but HIS room), and what I saw made me jealous. There was William lying on his stomach on the bed doing homework, and there, digging his long tongue into William's perfect ass, was Brad Johnson, our quarterback. While William seemed to be ignoring the whole situation, Brad was clearly totally into it, probing and swirling, eyes closing whenever he "dug in". I cleared my throat, and both of them looked up. Brad jumped off William's back and onto the floor.

Brad sounded ashamed. "Tina, it's not what it looks like." So he now knew that I was secretly Tina! "I'm not gay, you know that, I'm strictly all about the ladies. It's just that I've always wanted to suck the ass juice out of a guy, and if I asked random some guy at school, no one would understand. So William here was nice enough to let me suck out his ass. That's all.

"But speaking about the ladies, I never really noticed how FINE a woman you are, I never saw through your disguise. But now it's like seeing you for the first time, and... WOW!"

I couldn't help flirting with him with my eyes -- I mean, Brad has the CUTEST face, and he was looking all smitten, and even though William was RIGHT THERE, I'm only a normal girl with regular girl desires -- but I had to say, "Well, I'm flattered, Brad, but I really belong to William. I'm HIS GIRL."

Brad looked disappointed. "By the way, Jason's going to be a bit late getting home. The soccer team has him chained to one of the urinals in the locker room, and every member of the team is 'feeding' him."

Oh, I thought. I guess I'm going to have to check his breath when he gets back, and if he smells like soccer boy pee, I'm going to have to punish him for that.

"Well, Tina, if you and William ever break up, you know I'll be waiting, babe. I'm single and in desperate need of a hott chick." Brad talked like he was joking, but not really, if you know what I mean. He got dressed and left.

I grinned at my beloved William. "Well, I guess we have some time before I need to start my duties with Jason. Wanna fool around?"

What he said next broke my heart. "Tina, hon, I've been thinking. Maybe this exclusivity thing is not for me. I've loved you as my very own girl, but I've discovered that I really enjoy having my body appreciated and worshipped by other people. I've promised Brad my ass juice whenever the team wins a game, and I think everyone will benefit. And I've had my eye on Richie Jergensen, captain of the basketball team. He's what, 6'9", 270, and has a reputation as a real ladies' man. Well, what if he were to suddenly realize instead that he's a real lady? I mean, his pecs are the size of your fists. And you know from your sore nipples that I'm a breast man."

I was crestfallen. "William, please, I've tried to please you in every way, I've tried to make myself truly your girl. Are you going to dump me now for someone just because they're taller, stronger, more athletic, and has bigger breasts? What's going to happen to ME? Don't you have any feelings for me anymore?"

William ruffled my hair. "Don't worry, babe. I'll make sure you're very happy. I've already found a candidate to be your steady guy. He's athletic, he's got a real cute face, and he's a total top, the way you like 'em. At least he WILL be a total top when he's done with his third multimedia session, when he gets here this evening."

"No, William, please. I want only you. I want YOU!"

William scowled. "Oh, quit whining or I'll make you the bitch of that gang of 13- and 14-year old Latinos at the junior high."

Just then, there was a knock on the back door, and my newly broken heart fluttered once again with anticipation. William said, "OK, this is Quinn. He's a freshman on the wrestling team, so he's got a good body. And before I started working on him, he was meek, shy, and retiring. But by the time I'm done with him tonight, he'll be ready to stomp you into total submission." And with that we went to the door.

When it opened I was surprised at first. Quinn was really short, like 5'3", and looked like an elementary school student of about 12. But when he spotted me, he leered at me like a piece of meat to be taken to the butcher. "Wow, William, I see what you mean. Your sister is a real BABE!" And despite his looks, the commanding tone behind his high-pitched voice started to turn me on!

"OK, tiger, wait until you've done the multimedia device one more time," suggested William, escorting Quincy into the den and hooking him up.

When Quincy had the headset on and began listening to the sound, William turned to me and said, "Now he may not look like much of a he-man, but he'll look like it to you when we're through. After all, you're not everyone's idea of a beautiful girl either, until they learn the real you! Then they see the true delicate feminine beauty through that overmuscled 6'5" disguise.

"So go back to my room and wait till we're done. In the meantime, if Jason shows up, you know your job." And he shut the door to the den.

I went to the room, my head full of jumbled emotions. Up until a few minutes ago, I thought I was making myself into the perfect woman for Master William. Then, while I was heartbroken to hear that he longed for a girl- transformed version of the basketball captain, my clit did twinge with a bit of excitement when I first saw Quinn at the door. Although William was dumping me, at least he was thoughtful enough so that I wouldn't be alone for long!

I did homework for awhile, but Jason didn't show up. Maybe one of the soccer players had taken him home to work him over privately. Those soccer guys don't get much respect from the football team, so I could understand why they would enjoy taking out their aggression on one of the stars of the team.

Finally, William brought the still-dazed Quinn into the room. As Quinn shook his head and tried to absorb his recent multimedia experience, William told me, "Now, I think you should naturally feel however Quinn tells you to feel." And of course that made sense, since I was about to become his. At William's statement, my mind immediately opened to whatever Quinn wanted me to become. William asked, "Quinn, what do you like to do with a girl?"

Quinn smirked at me. "William tells me you like to cuddle with him. Well, I'm not really about cuddling. I'm more the skull-fucking type. I also like women to be into my feet, to want to lick them clean when they're hot and sweaty, to serve under them, to get excited by my smelly socks. William says he can tune you up so you'll think about them all the time.

"And someday, I hope we can get rid of our disguises and I can show you off to the whole school as MY GIRL."

And you know what? At that very moment, SO DID I!

We were all enjoying the moment, when there was another knock on the door. William opened it: it was Richie Jergensen, the basketball captain. Evidently William had planned the events of this evening all along.

I'm big, but as Richie swaggered into the hall in his muscle shirt, ducking his head so he would fit under the door, he hulked over me. And what biceps! If I hadn't known from William that he was about to become "Regina", I would've wanted a crack at him!

Richie scratched himself under his left armpit. As he did so, the muscles in his long right arm seemed to ripple. "Hi William, hey Tim." Then he noticed Quinn. "Say, what's that freshman twerp doing here?"

Quinn flashed a furious expression, and it looked like he was about to attack Richie, which would have been a real short fight, but William restrained him, and with a few whispered words calmed him down and pulled him aside. William spoke in a low voice, but I could hear what he was telling Quinn.

"No, dude, don't do it. Give me some time with the guy. How would you like to see him in a frilly pink dress, cleaning out the inside of your grungy sneakers with his tongue? I can make it happen for you, guy. Just go into my room and get to know Tina better."

Richie was getting impatient. "Well, what about that new multimedia thing I've heard so much about? Let's see it!" So he and William went into the den, and Quinn and I into William's room to get to know each other better. Or rather, for me to learn about serving Quinn's desires, because that was clearly the way this relationship was going to go. But that was OK, as long as I got to be completely HIS GIRL.

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