The Stepmother


When my twin brother William and I returned home from the spring semester at our boarding school to begin our summer school holiday, father's new bride Angelica was already well established as Lady of the House. We soon learned that she had asserted her authority in no uncertain terms and father had become a subordinate figure, deferring meekly to her wishes and having no say about the radical and rather shocking changes that she was in the process of instituting in our home. 

Upon arrival we greeted father warmly but noticed immediately that he seemed hardly anything like his old self, the warm and cheerful man whom we had always known. He now seemed anxious and diffident and reluctant to show affection. Of course, we were eager to meet our new stepmother and we inquired about her right away but instead of the enthusiasm we had expected he shied away from talking about her and told us that we would meet her in due course. 

We brought our luggage in from the car and were headed upstairs to unpack when, without explanation,  father informed us that our old bedrooms, which we had occupied since earliest childhood, were closed up and that new arrangements were being made. He told us that we were to remain in the parlor and to remain standing. So we stood in awkward and puzzled silence for several minutes before the parlor door was opened by a man and a women whom we had never seen before. Angelica entered behind them with a bearing that can only be described as regal. The servants, who each displayed the most severe demeanor and appeared to be in their fifties, closed the door behind her and and stood before it as if posted to guard. Angelica did not speak immediately but sized us up with a disdainful gaze that traveled from our feet to the tops of our heads and seemed to penetrate our clothing. How little did we appreciate the significance of this disturbing sensation at the time. She glanced sternly at father who stood in silence as if awaiting a command. He then turned to us and made a stiffly formal introduction. 

“Andrew and William, this is your new stepmother and mistress. Unless instructed otherwise you are to address her as Miss Angelica. You are not to speak in her presence without receiving permission and you will always rise when she enters a room that you are in and wait attentively until given further instructions.”

It was a tremendous shock to hear father mouth these words mechanically as if they had been memorized and rehearsed. We hardly knew how to react and could only exchange bewildered glances. Being twins, we had always been able to communicate our feelings to each other wordlessly and now we each became acutely aware of the others foreboding. Clearly, there was to be no maternal affection between us and this forbidding woman and in the days and weeks to come we would find our relationship to her to be only one of the most harsh and unrelenting authority and discipline. Now Angelica spoke to us for the first time, in a riveting baritone that belied her sex.


“Andrew and William, you have just recently reached the age of fifteen and you may have been under the impression that you had passed out of childhood and were now entitled to  assert yourselves as adults. Let me assure you that this is not the case. As your stepmother I see it as my duty and my mission to make you understand unequivocally that you are both still very much little boys whose lives are to be controlled and directed in every respect. 

“Your father has told me that you have on occasion exhibited a willful and recalcitrant nature. Such behavior is unacceptable and I intend to stamp it out thoroughly and finally. You know nothing of my history. Even your father knows only that small part which I have seen fit to impart to him. Suffice to say that I have had considerable experience with the discipline and management of males whose attitudes require adjustment. It will be ingrained in you that you are the subordinate gender. It will be drummed into your miserable male psyches that females are your superiors, always to be respected and obeyed.

“There are a number of very effective methods for bringing about these transformations and I intend to employ them rigorously in this household. First and foremost, it is necessary to thwart whatever pathetic feelings of masculinity you possess. This will be accomplished partially by a program of dress discipline intended to revise your gender identity. I am sure that, at first, you will find this unpleasant. Eventually, after sufficient progress is made, you may come to find it gratifying. 

“And now we come to another vital subject. I know that boys your age are beginning to experience the first pangs of their sexuality. It is therefore imperative that your sexual organs are strictly controlled and your sexual behavior carefully guided in a direction that does not allow any male arrogance. Do not think that I will be reluctant to address this matter explicitly as a concession to decency. On the contrary, I am sure you will find many of the liberties taken and acts required to be egregiously indecent.  Nevertheless, any resistance will be dealt with by the most severe and imaginative punishments. 

“Finally, you should know that your father is not exempt from these measures and conditions. He will, along with you, be subject to my authority and has already been divested of his privileges in this household. Until I see you again, Hans and Berta will be in charge of you and you are to follow their orders to the letter and without hesitation.”

Having delivered this astonishing proclamation, Angelica turned on her heel and, as an obsequious Hans opened the door for her, unceremoniously left the room. Father stared grimly at the floor and Andrew and I could only look at each other in a state of stunned disbelief. Hans, his deferential manner now transformed into tyrannical contempt, turned to William and I and beckoned us to follow. We picked up our suitcases but were told sharply to leave them where they were. Berta announced that we would not be in need of their contents. Father was left behind and Hans and Berta, who were no longer servants to us, but Angelica's minions, led us into a wing of the house which in the past had been unoccupied. As we approached the door at the end of the corridor we could see that a sign had been painted on it. At first we could not quite make it out. But as we drew close we could see that the word “Nursery” had been painted in ornate letters of flaming pink. We were led into a room that for years had been empty but was now made over into a complete baby's nursery! The windowless walls were covered with brightly patterned wallpaper, an oversized baby's crib with high sides was in one corner and in the other was a playpen. The room was also furnished with two oversized high chairs, a rocking horse and a child's potty toilet had been plumbed into a little alcove. 

“Welcome to your new home,” Berta cackled obscenely.

We were not babies. We were teenage boys. How could they possibly expect us to live in this place? But the biggest shock was still to come.

Hans ordered us to undress. 

William and I looked at each other with panic in our eyes and we experienced a brief impulse to protest. But the events of the past half hour had left us emotionally exhausted and physical resistance was impossible. Nearly paralyzed with anxiety, our hesitation was just  enough to provoke the sadistic Berta who leaped at us, slapping William's face sharply, then mine before repeating the humiliating order to strip. The pain brought me to the threshold of tears and William, who had always been less tolerant of discomfort, began to sob miserably. It had been years since any adult had seen us naked and time seemed to stand still as we began to remove our clothing. William and I were sensitive about our bodies. We were less physically developed than most boys our age. Neither of us had yet grown any pubic hair. At school we had showered together after normal hours in order to avoid displaying our childish genitalia to our classmates. Boys can be cruel and when you are small of stature to begin with and your genitals are the object of their scorn the taunting can be unbearable. Finally we were down to our underpants and then completely naked. We both attempted to preserve some scrap of modesty by covering ourselves with our hands but Hans barked at us to put them on our heads and spread our legs. Our clothes were gathered up and stuffed into a sack by Berta who told us that we would have no further need for them. 

As we stood completely exposed in this humiliating posture Hans and Berta inspected us as if we had been some sort of merchandise. Then they began touching us obscenely. One of Berta's masculine hands cupped my buttocks, first one cheek and then the other. Her fingers slipped into the cleft and as she probed my anus a spasm shot through me that was a combination of revulsion and arousal. She turned me so that I was standing sideways in relation to her and with her other hand she teased my penis and scrotum until, helpless to resist the lascivious sensations, I began to become erect. William was now in my line of sight and I could see him receiving the same treatment from Hans. Neither of our molesters spoke and the dreamlike silence was broken only by the sound of ragged breathing. The assault continued for what seemed like a long time and we gasped and wiggled as their hands slithered over us like snakes, shocking us with lascivious caresses. In spite of being overloaded with intense sensations I could not help observing William's arousal with fascination. His penis was childishly small, even in its excited state, but its lack of size was made up for by the rigidity of his erection. It stood up, shiny in its stiffness and nearly vertical, bouncing against his naked belly as he squirmed. In the very pit of my soul, in a place I had not known to exist, I wanted to reach out and touch it. 

Finally, it ceased. Hans and Berta had had their way with us and withdrew to regain their composure. William and I were struggling with emotions that were new and powerful. We were released from our positions and even though we were still acutely aware of our nakedness our embarrassment was overcome by the kind of affection and intimacy that only twins can experience. William came to me and put his head on my shoulder, crying softly as I encircled him with my arms. His body was warm and soft against mine and I felt a stirring that was as darkly delicious as it was disturbing.  

A door was opened and we were led into a walk-in closet containing what was to be our apparel while we were under Angelica's disciplinary program. We were astonished to see that they were exclusively garments that were appropriate for little girls, frocks and shorty nighties, little bonnets and booties and mittens, and frilly panties, but sized to fit William and myself. Hans and Berta dressed us in matching baby doll nighties, with hems that just barely covered our privates. Pink satin panties with fussy ruffles and pleats were pulled up to our waists but they were deliberately oversized and kept slipping down over our narrow hips, threatening to fall to our ankles unless we hiked them up frequently. Baby bonnets were placed on our heads with strings that were tied in bows under our chins and we were fitted with fluffy woolen booties and mittens that were fastened securely around our wrists and ankles with pink ribbons.  Oversize dummy teats were placed in our mouths. We were led back into the main room of the nursery and made to look at ourselves in a full length mirror. The results were shocking to say the least. Two 15-year-old boys had been transformed into ridiculous parodies of girl toddlers. Then Berta reached into her pocket and produced a pill bottle from which she extracted two little blue pills which we were given to swallow. 

Hans and Berta, one in front and the other behind, led us back to the parlor. They made us hold hands as we walked and it was difficult keeping our panties up with our free hand. Berta, who was behind us, was now brandishing an instrument like a riding crop which she flicked sharply across our bare thighs. Our incontinent squealing as the crop was applied to us threatened to cause us to spit out our dummies and we knew that this would result in something unpleasant. So we struggled along awkwardly, our dignity shattered but attempting to keep our panties up to preserve what little modesty we still retained. 

As we entered the parlor an incredible sight greeted us. Angelica was seated on the sofa, holding a rattan cane of the type used for school punishments, and father was in the middle of the room. He was now dressed, or undressed, in only a satin, lace trimmed, lavender garter belt holding up shear ladies stockings, the old fashioned kind with a seam running down the back. On his feet were four inch spiked heels. All his body hair below the eyelashes had been removed and his armpits, buttocks and pubic area were as smooth as William's and mine. His depilated penis was hugely erect and stood out stiffly between his hairless thighs. It quivered and jiggled lewdly as he tottered on the high heeled shoes. Angelica hardly seemed to notice our entry, intent as she was on giving rapid fire instructions to father as he attempted to walk in the shoes. His clumsy efforts only made him appear ridiculous and Angelica scolded and taunted him mercilessly, reaching out with the cane to punctuate her remarks with painful swats to his bouncing penis. He would gasp and yip as the cane was applied to the organ but it remained obscenely erect in spite of this torment. Still holding hands and doing our best to hold up our drooping panties, William and I beheld this spectacle with horror and revulsion, and yet motivated by some strange fascination we were unable to divert our gaze from the sight of father's enormous penis, having never imagined that he could be so generously endowed. He had always been a paragon of modesty and William and I could not remember ever seeing him less than fully dressed, so the sight of his sexual organs, so outrageously on display, shocked us profoundly. But the impact of that experience would pale in contrast to  what was to come next. 

After delivering a final vicious cut  to father's buttocks she left him to his misery and turned her attention to us. We were herded in front of Angelica as father, behind us, continued to practice walking in heels. Angelica flashed an evil smile at us and remarked sarcastically how pretty we were in our humiliating outfits.  Angelica ordered us to grasp the hems of our nighties in front and lift them so that our panties were on view. We complied with this command knowing the result. As soon as we lifted our nighties the sagging panties slid down to our ankles. Holding up our hems above our waists we now would have given the impression to anyone watching that this indecent display of our genitalia was deliberate.

By now the pills that we had been given were beginning to have their effect. Our juvenile penises which we could now only compare to father's huge organ, began to stiffen. Angelica taunted us cruelly about the size of our “packages” as she called them and reached out with the cane to tickle and tease them. Much to her delight, this stimulation produced further engorgement and soon our little organs had swelled to their full 2 1/2 inches.  

“Let's see if we can make them a little bigger,” she said, and called to father to come over to where we were. For the first time since our arrival William and I made eye contact with him. His expression was a strange mixture of resignation and arousal. We could see that his gaze traveled to our exposed genitals. With Hans and Berta lurking nearby and ready to enforce her instructions, Angelica made us say in unison, “Daddy, please play with our peepees.”

We stumbled over these lines at first and were made to repeat them until we were doing it to her satisfaction. Father continued to stare at our erect penises. His mouth was slightly open and his breathing was labored. We could see that he was in a state of intense excitement. After several more rehearsals we managed to mouth the words in perfect synchrony. 

“Daddy, please play with our peepees.”

Father dropped to his knees before us and took hold of our penises, one in each hand. Then, for the next several minutes he stroked and manipulated us expertly as we continued to hold up the hems of our nighties. Angelica made us encourage him with more lascivious remarks.

“Oh, daddy, it feels so good.”

“Please don't stop daddy, we love it when you rub our little peepees.”

William and I then seemed to lose all inhibitions, all sense of moral restraint. We no longer needed Angelica to prod us and we urged father on to even greater heights of indecency as his supple fingers drove us to a frenzy of erotic intoxication. 

Simultaneously, we reached a sexual climax. It was a dry spasm but it caused our knees to buckle and nearly collapse. It was several minutes before we had regained our composure and our aching penises regained their erect state and now it was time for William and I to return the favor. Father was ordered to stand, which he did unsteadily, and my brother and I, almost without urging, went to our knees at his feet, his hugely engorged penis inches from our faces.

“Kiss it,” Angelica hissed. And she punctuated this obscene command with a stroke of the cane across our calves. 

We pressed our lips, virgin lips that had never even so much as ventured an innocent kiss, against the livid flesh of our father's manhood. It radiated heat as if it were a red hot poker.

“Suck it,” Angelica commanded, her voice now cracking with deranged lust. 

We took turns taking father's organ into our mouths. It stretched our jaw muscles painfully but we pleasured him as best we could, now driven by some primordial instinct more animal than human. Father moaned incontinently, then shouted hoarsely to announce his climax was imminent. Then huge hot boluses of semen splashed against our faces and soiled our nighties. For a few moments silence reigned. Then a sexually spent Angelica instructed Hans and Berta to return William and I to the nursery. They stripped us and bathed us and clothed us in childish nightwear from the wardrobe. We were put into the crib together and then Hans and Berta left, locking the door behind them. We fell into a deep sleep with our arms around each other. 

Tomorrow would be another incredible day.

To Be Continued ...

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