Troy part 6
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
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Anna had run around the house so many times, looking for the
'perfect' outfit to dress Troy in, that she was now in a
frenzy. If it had just been the excitement of trying to find
that perfect outfit, that alone might not have frazzled her.
Certainly not to this extent anyway. But the fact of the
matter was that Anna was now in the throes of puberty
herself, and the sexual tension she was now experiencing had
left her all but glassy eyed and with a face that glistened.
A few years older and one might have suspected Anna was
high. Which in a very real way she was.   

Walking back into her room Anna felt a wetness in her loins
she had never experienced before, that of a sexual fever
that most women don't begin to experience until much later
in life. If ever. Maybe it was this that caused her to
emotions to swing so rapidly, as if on yo-yo. There was a
smile on her face that spoke of sweetness and light, while
at the same time there was a tone to her words, and a
message within the words, that was dark.   

At the same moment Anna was sauntering back into her room,
to stare once again at the naked and humiliated sight that
was her brother, there was a fundamental shift occurring
inside her. And from this moment on the dominate personality
that was naturally Anna took over. Once and for all. And
never was that more evident then when she sarcastically told
her brother, "Troy? I thought I told you to suck on that
thumb. Not just place it in your mouth. I want to hear you
sucking on that thumb. Now!"   

A very red faced Troy, catching her tone, went to work on
his thumb. Making noises that would have done a two year
old, with his very first sucker, proud.   

Placing her hands on hips, as if to emphasize her
displeasure, Anna stood just inches from Troy, trying to
fight a grin, and failing, as he worked on his thumb.
Slurping loudly as if to prove the point. It did. The point
that Anna was in control.   

Nodding her head in approval Anna suddenly reverted to the
twelve year she was. One who, in her heart, still loved
nothing more then playing dress up. One whose face lit up in
self delight as she dramatically presented to her brother
the outfit she had chosen for him.   

The outfit Anna had chosen for Troy caused his sucking
action to stop, and his mouth to fall, as if it was now
attached lower to his face then it had been a moment before. 

Troy's reaction was all Anna was hoping for, and more. A
reaction that brought out all but a little girl's voice, as
if she were skipping rope, as she told her brother to "Come
here. Let's get you dressed for tea!" Then plopped herself
dramatically on the side of the bed. Then giving the bed a
gentle pat, the kind one uses to get the attention a young
child who has been distracted, back to the matter at hand.   

First thing Anna held up was a old pair of what used to be
their dad's dress slacks. Coal black with the coarse look
and feel of wool. These had been recently cut and hemmed
into a pair of shorts. But the end result was that Mr.
Allanson had just laughed, and asked just when or where
would he wear those. And had set them aside to be used as
rags.   

With eyes the size of saucers, Troy looked at his sister,
trying to call upon the years of good will that siblings
usually build up over time. But even Troy could see the
obvious. Anna was now beyond his reach. Biting his lower lip
before mumbling out, in the most sheepish of voices, "Oh
Anna, please."    

Unable to fight the inevitable Troy took his place in front
of sister.   

Anna had yet to look Troy in the eye. And with lips now as
damp and as wet as if she had recently used three coats of
chap stick, Anna reached out to gently grasp the young
manhood of her brother.   

At first it was if Anna was afraid. Or maybe she was trying
to remind herself she now had this power over her brother.
Or maybe the reality of the situation was just forcing her
12 year old mind to play catch up. Regardless, one deep
inward breath later and it was time for the fun and games to
begin. Anna's fun and games anyway.   

The first thing Anna did was to gently place her silky hand
on her brother's young shaft, and with a motion so slow it
all but made Troy's knee's buckles, she moved her hand up
and then down, once. Then one more time. Just for fun. Then
all but laughed out loud as she taunted her brother, in a
volume just loud enough to whisper into Troy's ears. "Is
this all you have? I thought it would be bigger than this!"
Even at 12 Anna knew that all boys judge themselves by the
size of their dicks. And knew, as false as that statement
was, how her brother would react. In fear. In shame.   

Troy's physical reaction to his sisters words caused his
young shaft to slide away from, then back towards his sister
yet again. And the gentle rub of his sister's hands across
the tip of his penis caused him to suddenly let out a puff
of air. As if he had just been hit in the stomach with a
ball during gym.   

Next thing Anna did was to rub her hands around the sides of
Troy's package. Teasingly running her fingers across the few
fine hairs, before loudly letting out in a voice of
discovery. "Troy! I counted ten hairs! You have grown two
new ones!" Beet red doesn't begin to describe the color
Troy's face just turned.   

Confident that she had now humiliated her brother Anna
returned to her original task, and in a voice that cut like
the knife, held out the shorts and told Troy, "Come on
little man. Let 'mommy' help you get dressed." Then
intentionally held the shorts up higher then necessary so
that Troy had to lift his legs high into the air before he
was able to step into them.   

The outfit Anna had picked out for her brother was now
taking shape. And in her eyes Troy was now looking like the
kind of proper young boy she would invite to her tea party.
First it had been the shorts. Too baggy by half, but that
could be taken care of. Next was one of his white dress
shirts, ironed and starched to the max. The one he only wore
on Sunday to church. And even then against his will.    

Thank goodness for their father's wardrobe, or so Anna
thought, as it was from his dresser that Anna found the pair
of gray socks. Ones that on Troy were all but knee high.   

It was the shoes, however, that Anna was most proud of. No
way her father, much less Troy himself, would have a pair of
shiny black patent shoes. But in the back of her Mom's shoe
rack Anna had struck gold. The shoes she had found were not
only that ugly fake and shiny black, but they were flats,
and still better yet, had a strap that had to be buckled
into place on the top of the shoe. Just too cute in Anna's
mind.    

Anna finished off the outfit with a flourish of pride that
would have made a gay Paris designer green with envy. By
stepping up to her brother and snapping a pair of suspenders
on. To keep the shorts up and in place. Suspenders that
screamed of Halloween colors. Not surprising considering
that's when their dad had worn them.   

Stepping back Anna started to clap her hands in glee,
although what made her happier, Troy's downcast expression
or the outfit itself, even Anna couldn't have told you.
Probably the combined effect of the two. Before placing her
finger on her mouth in pretend concentration. Then smirked.  

Reaching out Anna clasped her brothers hand and felt a
thrill that is nothing if not that of victory, as Troy
meekly allowed himself to be lead into the bathroom by his
little sister.    

In the bathroom Anna ordered Troy to sit down on the toilet
seat before opening the cabinet drawer, all the while
humming a tune of happiness to herself.    

Gleefully Anna started to spread the thick gel through her
brother's hair, ignoring the quiet protests he could no
longer keep to himself. Then, as happens in homes all across
the world, only not to teenage boys, much less by their
younger sisters, he squirmed in place as he was cleaned up.  

No matter how hard Anna tried she just didn't have the
deeper register of her mother. So her voice didn't carry the
same immediate emotional impact. But the obscenity of the
moment, in Troy's mind, more than made up for Anna's tone.   

As she was pushing her brother's hair back, in long, hard
strokes, Anna was also talking to Troy as if he were no more
than 3. Telling him that she expected him to play nice at
the party. And letting the what if, if he didn't behave,
hang dangerously in the air.    

Troy's hair was now slicked straight back, and glistened
almost as brightly as his shoes. But neither were glistening
as brightly as Troy's eyes when Anna suddenly looked down,
at the oval hairbrush in her hands, and said, "Well Troy. I
guess I had better bring this with me to the party. Just in
case. Yes?"   

On the third try Troy was almost able to manage a 
comprehensible, "Yes." Almost. But this was no longer good
enough for his sister. Instead, Anna demanded, and got, a
very humble "yes ma'am." before opening the bathroom door
and 'inviting' her brother, her now very childish looking
brother, to her tea party. 

  
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