My Stepfather 5

It was in August that Daddy told me he had some important news. He said his two sons, from his first marriage, would be coming to stay with us for a couple of weeks. His older son was going to start college next month and Daddy was paying, and since he rarely saw them as they lived out of state, he wanted to have them visit. He seemed excited and was in a nicer mood than usual. We had a spare room in the house, so Daddy ordered a couple of twin beds and put them in there.

I had mixed emotions. On one hand, though I had heard of them since I first met Daddy I had never met them. The only thing I really knew about them was that they both played high school football. As Daddy had played football that meant a lot to him. I didn’t know what, if anything Daddy had said about me, especially since when he had married my late mother I hadn’t made my transformation. At the least I figured I would have a couple of weeks where Daddy wouldn’t make a lot of demands on me.

When the day came, Daddy said to dress nicely as we would all be going out to dinner after meeting them at the bus station. He told me to wear a nice skirt and “fix my face.” I did my best, wearing the longest skirt I had which came right above my knee. I put on a pink blouse with sparkles and cute little black pumps. I brushed my long brown hair carefully and left it down. I put on black eyeliner and finished with my favorite pink lipstick. When he saw me Daddy smiled and said I looked pretty.

We headed to meet them at 3:00 P.M. at the station. They were waiting for us when we got there so I stayed in the truck while Daddy got out. He hugged them both and helped put their bags in the pickup bed. Daddy’s pickup had an extended cab with a backseat so they climbed in the backseat.

When they did Daddy said “Boys meet your stepsister Chrissy. Paul is the taller and older one and Stan is the younger one.”

I turned to greet them and said a quiet “Hello.” The older one Paul was around Daddy’s height, 6’ 2” and looked to be in good shape and was handsome. Though he looked athletic he wasn’t nearly as big as Daddy-
I guessed around 180 pounds. Stan looked to be a younger version of Daddy. Though a couple of inches shorter and a little lighter he had Daddy’s face and build. While we drove Daddy told me “Paul had been the star quarterback his senior year and Stan was an offensive lineman, like his old man.”

That didn’t mean much to me, so I just said “That’s nice.”

We went to Perkins for dinner. Daddy and I sat on one side of the booth and his sons on the other. Daddy talked to them both about football a lot, both their playing and what they thought about the upcoming NFL season. He also talked to Paul about his upcoming college year. I barely said a word as I didn’t have much I could add to the conversation and Daddy rarely encouraged me to take part in conversations. During dinner both of my stepbrothers frequently looked at me, Paul with an almost puzzled expression, Stan looked at me more like I was the steak on his plate.

Daddy was drinking, although not enough to get drunk. Still a couple of times he put his hand on my leg. Since it was under the table I hoped no one else saw. After dinner Daddy drove us home. When we got home Daddy and the boys headed into the living room. I was going to head upstairs when Daddy called out to me.

“Don’t be unsociable Chrissy, you should get to know your stepbrothers. Now go into the kitchen and bring out a six pack of beer. I stocked up knowing the troops were coming.”

As I headed to the kitchen I heard Paul say “Dad when you got married I remember you saying” before Daddy cut him off.
“All will be explained my boy, just wait.”

I wondered if Paul was referring to me. I took a six pack from the fridge and brought it in. Daddy was sitting on the sofa, Stan was sitting on a chair across from him and Paul was sitting on the coffee table. I handed everyone a beer and Daddy patted the sofa next to him.

“Sit down here honey” he said “and take a beer for yourself. And saying no isn’t an option.”

I sat down and opened the bottle. I had only tried a beer once and hadn’t liked it, but arguing with Daddy would get me nowhere.

“Cheers” Daddy said and we all drank. The three of them drank like it was natural to them, but I had to force it down and no doubt I made a face. To which they all laughed. I put the beer down.

“Chrissy doesn’t like beer in her mouth” Daddy said “no doubt she would prefer something else. But that can be arranged. Now Paul I think I know what you were going to say, and I have the answer. Chrissy stand up.”

Feeling self conscious, I did as I was told.

“Now your stepsister is very pretty, one might even say sexy. I know I would.” Daddy said “Now Chrissy I want you to raise your skirt up and take your panties down.”

“Daddy please don’t make me” I said.

“If you don’t I’ll whip you with my belt and you’ll still have to” he replied.

Knowing he would, my trembling hands raised my skirt exposing the rest of my legs and my black panties. With tears rolling down my cheeks and my face turning red, I hooked the waist band and pulled my panties past my knees showing my girly dick and small shaved balls. I kept my eyes downcast, unwilling to look at anyone, although I felt all the eyes in the room on me.

“Chrissy is a transsexual, or in other words a total freak. She was born with a dick, but she prefers to suck cock and get fucked. And let me tell you she’s good at what she does as you’ll soon find out. Now slut, get on your knees and suck my cock.” As Daddy said this he undid his pants and pushed them down, freeing his thick, hard cock.

Without saying a word I knelt between his legs, opened my mouth, and took his head and a few inches of the shaft in me. I wasn’t thinking, just reacting. As I bobbed my head up and down, I licked his shaft with my tongue. I was hoping he would cum fast, so I really was giving it my all, when I felt Daddy pull my head off him.


“Let’s not rush “ he said “Chrissy I want you take off all your clothes, just leave on your shoes.”
I stood and pulled my blouse over my head. I then reached back and unhooked my bra, freeing my B-cup breasts. I unzipped my skirt and shrugged it down, stepping out of it and my panties.

“Now do a twirl so everyone can see” Daddy said “and nice and slow.”

I felt two inches tall as I did a slow turn. Paul had a weird look on his face. He looked uncomfortable, but he still was checking me out in spite of himself. Stan was licking his lips and had an expression of animal lust on his coarse face. When I was facing Daddy again, he just gestured to his protruding erection. I sank down again and put my hand on his cock.

“Now Chrissy, nice and slow” Daddy said “start by licking the head.”

I stuck out my tongue and began to lick around Daddy’s purplish head. There was already a drop of pre-cum by his hole, so I licked it up.