Kevin and Peter - The Final Chapter
a story by Priscilla Pettipanties


The following Saturday dawned bright and clear. The two young sissies slowly aroused from their slumber. They had shared Peter's bed, as was usual by now, and after some feverish sissy panty fondling and kisses and cuddles before drifting off the previous evening they had enjoyed a deep, undisturbed sleep.

Peter's Mummy and Aunty Mildred had set off on their travels the previous day, so the lads had got everything they needed for when their new friend Stephen arrived that morning. They tumbled out of bed, and showered together, working up a rich sweet smelling lather with the scented soap. After towelling each other down, they carefully dusted each other with talcum powder, and then got dressed. All of this activity had been conducted to the accompaniment of much laughter and giggling, with frequent pats, caresses and kisses. Kevin couldn't help noticing how excited his cousin was, and they had lots of fun trying to get his erection to subside into the panties he had chosen for the day. Kevin had just finished dressing himself, when they heard the chime of the front door bell. Looking down from the bedroom window, Kevin could see young Stephen in the porch, his bicycle propped up against the wall of the house.

"You pop down and let him in while I finish getting ready," Peter said softly. "Take him into the parlour and keep him amused until I get down. I won't be too long." Peter gave Kevin a kiss on his cheek, and a pat on his bum, to hurry him on his way.

Kevin opened the front door, and found Stephen nervously shifting from foot to foot, looking around as though expecting some thing horrid to jump out from the rose bushes.

"Stephen, how lovely to see you again, please come in!" cried Kevin as he took Stephen's hand to guide him across the threshold.

Stephen caught a waft of Kevin's perfume, and smiled nervously.

"Hello, Kevin," he replied, not sure what was expected of him. Besides, he couldn't take his eyes off Kevin's outfit.

Kevin had chosen a very full cut cream coloured silk blouse, adorned with many floppy frills around the neck and down the front, with very full billowy sleeves that also had very deep frilled cuffs. The pearl buttons that decorated the front and cuffs reflected all the colours of the rainbow in the morning sunlight. The blouse was tucked into some knee length silk bloomers in peach, that had a deep lacy frill around the elasticated hem. Below the knee, Stephen could see that Kevin was wearing tan nylon stockings, and his feet were shod in black patent leather, low heeled pumps. The front of Kevin's bloomers appeared to be slightly distorted by the point of something bulging them out. Stephen's mouth gaped in wonderment.

Stepping inside, still holding Kevin's hand, Stephen felt unexplained stirrings and emotions. His heartbeat had speeded up a little. Kevin closed the door, and turned to Stephen. Leaning towards him, he gave him a peck on the cheek. Stephen blushed, and giggled softly. They made their way along the hall, and entered the drawing room. Kevin led Stephen across the deep carpet, and sat down with him on the sofa.

"What would you like to do today, then, Stephen?" asked Kevin.

" I don't know really, but I was hoping to try on some lovely clothes, they look so nice."

"They feel ever so nice too," replied Kevin. "Would you like to see what my clothes feel like?"

"Oh yes please, may I?" said Stephen.

Kevin lay back at the end of the sofa, and swung his feet up onto the cushions.

"There you go Stephen, you can see how my legs and clothes feel now."

Stephen nervously stretched out a hand, and gently started to slide the palm along Kevin's calf and shin, trying to control the shaking of his hand. Kevin closed his eyes. As Stephen calmed down, he gradually increased the lengths of his strokes, and slid his hand up Kevin's leg. He knelt up on the sofa, and began to use both hands. They caressed their way above the nylon clad knees, and softly smoothed their way onto the backs of Kevin's thighs.

Both boys were enjoying the tactile sensations now, and Kevin felt his erection beginning to grow. Just as Kevin was wondering how Stephen would react to finding his hard sissy penis, Peter entered the room. Or rather, Peter made an entrance! He had swiftly changed his original outfit he had planned for the morning, and dressed himself in the most feminine lingerie he could find.

He had chosen a purple silk basque with attached suspenders, fully fashioned, seamed, Cuban heeled, black silk stockings and open toed five inch high stiletto boudoir mules. He had elbow length purple silk gloves, and billowing behind him was a black nylon see through, floor length negligee. A little eye liner, purple eye shadow, blusher on his cheeks, and ruby red lipstick had feminised his all ready delicate features. But the eyes of the two boys on the sofa were drawn to his erect and twitching cock. Peter had given up trying to get it to behave itself in the see through purple bikini panties that went with his basque. It had been tingling all the time he had been dressing, and now it was embarrassing itself by starting to dribble clear syrupy fluid from the tip. The delicate fabric was clinging to his helmet, exposing it for everybody who cared to see.

Stephen looked on, mouth open, eyes wide, completely entranced by the vision standing in the middle of the room. Peter raised his arms above his head to their full extent, palms outwards, wrists back to back, and he pirouetted slowly.

"How do I look, boys?" he simpered.

Kevin gulped, and Stephen gaped in awe at the vision of feminine grace in front of him.

"I see you two are getting along very well. Has Kevin shown you what we sissies do all day, yet?"

"Not really," replied Stephen.

"Well, it's time we did then!" With that, Peter carefully untangled his rigid cock from the delicate purple nylon panties, slid them down his legs, daintily stepped out of them, and twirled them around on his forefinger until they flew off into a corner of the room. He then lowered himself gracefully onto one end of the sofa, looking directly into Kevin's eyes, and swung his feet up onto the cushions. He looked over to Stephen as he parted his knees, and smiled as Kevin took his cue and lowered his head between Peter's thighs. Stephen gasped as he saw Peter's erection disappear into Kevin's mouth.

Stephen stared, open mouthed. He wasn't sure if he would be able to do what he saw happening in front of his eyes, but he couldn't ignore the response he felt in his trousers. He continued watching as Kevin used all the tricks that Peter had taught him, until eventually the inevitable happened and Stephen saw several spurts of white liquid spurt up from the end of Peter's twitching penis.

Peter opened his eyes, and sighed softly.

"So, Stephen, do you think you will enjoy being a sissy like us?" Kevin asked, still slowly squeezing and pumping his cousin's hard cock with his hand.

"Ooohhh, yes please," Stephen whispered.

"Right, upstairs we go then," cried Peter as he leapt to his feet.

And so the three sissies trotted upstairs to Peter's boudoir and began initiating Stephen in all the sensuous delights of feminine lingerie and sissy behaviour, something that was to become a weekly event for Stephen as he was drawn deeper into Peter and Kevin's delightfully perverted world of fun.



Priscilla tells me she is writing another story, so hopefully we'll be able to bring you that sometime soon.