Troy part 5
by Tim Thomasson
timthommass@yahoo.com
copyright 2004 by Tim Thomasson, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such
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Anna was bored. No two ways about it. Gwen was out with a
friend, although who she had not a clue as Gwen seemingly
stood off from most people. Her best friend Tammy was
grounded, and to top it off it was raining outside, so
anyone else she might have normally found to hang with was
inside. Bored. Until she suddenly had a deliciously evil
idea and ran into the kitchen to confer with her mother.
Troy's first reaction to Anna marching into his room,
unannounced, without at least first knocking, was to get
mad. However the lesson learned earlier in the week combined
with the look on Anna's face caused Troy to bite down on his
lip as soon as his first retort was out.
Flush with the feeling of power, one that her mother had
just reinforced within her, Anna didn't bother to respond to
her brother's brief flash of anger anymore than she asked
Troy to play with her. No. Instead she demanded that he turn
off his play station, now, and come into her room to play
with her.
Finding himself losing in a tug of war with his little
sister, Troy begrudgingly gave in to her will power, and
darkening look, and turned off his game.
Walking into Anna's room Troy had been about to ask her what
she wanted to do, but the obvious answer caused Troy to all
but stop in tracks. For lying out were her dolls and her old
tea set, something Troy hadn't seen Anna play with in maybe
two years. A tightness came to Troy's throat at this sight,
at this degradation, which to a thirteen year old boy's mind
was worse, in some ways, than even his punishment had been.
Feeling set up, as well as trapped, Troy said nothing as he
sat down on the floor next to his sister.
The gaiety in Anna's voice only darkened the mood within
Troy and try as he might he couldn't even fake enthusiasm.
It was like he was on a one way teeter-toter. The happier
Anna became, as she played the mommy, the more sullen and
withdrawn Troy became, forced, as he was, to endure being
the little boy and all that goes along with that. Pushing
dolls and tea cups around out of rote or at Anna's commands
until Anna's mood itself went dark.
Slamming her tea cup down Anna glared at her brother, and
with the anger only a spoiled twelve year old can spew out,
told her brother in no uncertain terms that he was acting
childish. It was at this point her expression changed, from
one of anger to that of sheer delight as a sudden flash of
inspiration hit her. Then, like the actress she hoped to be
some day, dramatically posed, as if for some unseen camera,
before turning her gaze on Troy and slowly stated, "I know
what your problem is Troy. You are not in the part." The
look of 'huh' on Troy's face didn't even have time to
register, much less take the next leap to where Anna mind
had gone, before she was ordering him to strip. "Now."
Already on the floor, but now up on his knees, Troy pleaded
with his little sister, begging her in his nicest, sweetest
tone to change her mind. He promised, he gave his oath that
he would pay attention and play nice. In the end the
stubborn look on Anna's face left Troy with only two
choices. To obey his little sister. Or to obey his little
sister after his mother intervened. Either way it was
obvious he would, in the end, give in to his little sister's
orders.
Just getting to his feet had been hard enough on Troy,
however, it was the undressing that was killing him. It was
one thing to undress upon his mother's demand. A voice he
had been obeying his entire life. But to do so at his little
sister's command was more than he could fathom. With a
wetness born of frustration in his eyes, Troy bent down to
undo and take off his shoes.
Maybe it was out of habit, or maybe it was a voice inside
his head that told him to do so, either way Troy placed his
shoes side by side. A sign that he would, that he was going
to fold his clothing into a neat pile as he proceeded.
What Troy couldn't adjust to was the childishly high sing
song voice of his sister, that spoke to him and demanded
answers from him, as she took control of his undressing. No
sooner had he taken his shoes and socks off then it started.
His head hanging in shame, Troy went to undo the buttons on
his jeans before his sister's voice demanded that he stop.
Looking up, in hope, thinking that maybe his sister had a
change of heart, Troy found himself actually cringing, as if
he were being pricked all over with a sharp instrument.
"Troy. I want you to ask permission of me before you take
anything else off. Is that understood?" The holding in of
his cry of distress caused Troy's body to visibly tremble.
Still, he nodded yes.
At first Troy wasn't sure he could go through with it.
Somehow though he managed to ask Anna, politely no less, if
he could take his jeans off. To say Troy's eye flew up in
surprise when she said no is a understatement. But no more
than when she calmly told her brother, "Troy, I want you to
say please ma'am, may I take my jeans off now."
Bugeyed and speechless, Troy just stared at his sister and
was stunned when he heard his own voice whispering to his
little sister, "Please ma'am. May I take my jeans off now?"
Anna merely smiled and nodded her approval.
Taking his shirt off had included the same new ritual, of
Troy politely asking for his sister's approval and waiting
for her response before removing it and folding it neatly.
At this Anna found herself all but prancing in place. Hardly
able to contain herself as Troy now found himself in just
his underwear, mumbling the same soft request from his
little sister as before.
Troy actually had his hands inside the white elastic before
Anna's response registered. She had said no. Now unable to
look Anna in the eye he merely stood in place, slumping at
the waist as he awaited her next order, which was quickly
delivered, "Look me in the eye Troy." Looking in her
direction was the best Troy could manage for a moment, until
enough time had passed he felt he had no other option but
catch her eye.
If Troy had thought he was past being surprised, he was now
learning his lesson the hard way. With eyes that bespoke of
horrors unimagined, he was unable, at first, to grasp his
sister's next order. "So tell me Troy, how does it feel to
have to obey me? To undress and show yourself at my
command?"
Unable to speak Troy felt a loose tear suddenly appear and
start the slow crawl down his cheek. Finally, after several
moments had pasted, Troy found himself choking out
emotionally laced, half formed sentences in response. A cry
of "Please Anna. Don't." was followed by the half conceived
plea of "Embarrassing. So Humiliating". All intertwined and
accented with sounds that formed no understandable words.
Until today Troy had never conceived of a day when it would
be a relief to ask his little sister's permission to take
his underwear off in front of her, exposing himself at her
command, on her whim. Until today. Today it was almost a
relief to pull his underwear off, to clasp his hands behind
his back with his feet slightly apart and stand at military
parade rest. Until today? Troy had never imagined he would
be all but sighing in relief, standing as he was, stark
naked, in his little sister's room, surrounded with raggedly
dolls and a little girls tea service.
Troy's relief lasted no
longer than the time it took for Anna to remind him of the
purpose of his stripping to begin with. As she brightly
ordered her brother to stand in place while she went to find
the right outfit for him. Mumbling to herself, exclaiming
that Troy needs to look like a little boy if he is going to
play like one.
Turning back from the door, Anna took a long hard look at
her brother, letting all the vile ideas only a twelve year
old can dream dance through her mind, like sugar plums in an
old poem, before turning around and walking back into the
room. Picking up an old overstuff and worn doll she placed
it Troy's trembling hands, then laughed out loud at the
sight.
Yet, in Anna's mind something was still missing. But what?
Then it came to her, and with a grin that would have warmed
the cockles of a witch, yet scared anyone else, she told
Troy to "Put you thumb in your mouth, Troy. Then, maybe, you
will start to look your part."
The wildly conflicting image of her brother, one in the
throes of puberty no less, standing there all naked, holding
on to a doll in his left hand, while shamefully sucking his
right thumb was an image of a lifetime. One she knew, even
at twelve, that she would never forget.
With that, all the while dancing what looked like a jig,
hearing a music in her head that no one else could, Anna
left the room in search of the 'perfect' outfit for Troy.