Charlie's Angels Part 4

The next day Alice was preparing breakfast for herself and Charlie and was dressed in a pink skirt and a small t-shirt that exposed some of his belly. His body was thin and smooth and he wanted to show it off to Charlie. He felt equal parts naughty and ashamed – he wanted to present himself to her in all of his weak, feminine, submission in the hopes that maybe she would take him again. He traced his fingers along the smooth contours of his hips, the flatness of his belly. He looked at his thin arms and weak wrists. He thought of last night, her powerful body slamming him fiercely into the bed, her strength, her dominance. He was melting inside and yearned for her to fuck him like that again. 

That morning he went into their storage and grabbed a whole pile of Charlie’s things from when she was younger. T-shirts, skirts, dresses all from around when she was 13 years old. He decided to try them on and, amazingly, they fit him. He felt ashamed and aroused – he was an adult, an 18 year old boy, but he was as big as his younger sister when she was 13. He tried on her old skirts, a short dress, a school girl outfit, a pink jogging suit… they all fit him perfectly. There were a few that were from the next year, when she turned 14 but those hung loosely. He realized it: that was when she had surpassed him. 

The thoughts of humiliation rang through his mind: he wasn’t a man, he was a sissy, he had been a man but allowed a younger girl to take his manhood, to strip him of his masculinity and take it for herself. Desire blended with humiliation and his mind raced back to the experience of when Charlie started to realize she was taller than her younger brother. He replayed the scenes in his mind and they came to him with an erotic charge: the slow drip of his submission to her, her gradual control, her seizing of power when she realized she could do anything to him, her transformation of him into her little girl, his willingness to wrap his small feminine body around her strong finger.

He was interrupted in his lust with the sound of Charlie entering the kitchen. She looked at him with a smile and said, “Good morning, sweetie. Are you cooking me breakfast? Good girl.” 

She was dressed in cut off shorts and a black tanktop and Alice was once again struck by her sheer size. Her biceps were large even when unflexed and her body had a taut strength to it: wiry and thick. As she turned towards the table, he followed the dancing muscles in her back. He yearned to kiss them, worship them, submit to her strength then and there.

As if she could sense his lingering desire she turned and said, “I can tell you want more of what I gave you last night.” She smiled with a wicked grin: “All slutty girls can’t get enough once they’re broken by their man.” 

“But first, feed me.” And she turned to the table and starting using her phone.

His heart was pounding, his nipples were hard. He felt like a submissive girlfriend, a girl to be ordered around, used, and ignored. He loved it.

He finished frying the eggs and bacon and brought them to her with a glass of orange juice. 

“Thanks, Alice.” 

“You’re welcome, Charlie.” 

She ate her breakfast before stretching her powerful body in front of him. 

“After last night, I have a bit of an idea.” 

Alex looked up at her, his heart racing. "What is it?"

“Well you’re fitting into the role of sweet little sister so well that I think I’d like to help you with that a bit more.”

She paused, before continuing: “Next year you should enrol in school as Alice.”

His head spun and his heart sank – she wanted him to go to school as a girl!?!? The humiliation would be unbearable. His eyes widened in horror. "What? No, Charlie. I’m done school. I’m going to college.. I can’t go as a girl?”

“Oh, I think you should do high school again, but this time as sweet little Alice. Starting in grade 9.”

He panicked… fantasy was one thing but this was something different. “Please, I can't do that. People will know! All of my friends… all the other kids"

She held up her hand and continued. “I’m not finished. You will enroll in school as Alice but I won’t put you with the other kids. I’ll enroll you as a new student, in grade 9. Sweet little Alice.”

His mind was racing – this was impossible. He would do high school… again? As a girl? Charlie couldn’t do this to him… could she? He muttered a weak, “Please…”

But Charlie's expression didn't falter. "If you want to live under my roof, if you want to be a good little sister, then you'll do it. It'll be good for you, it'll teach you how to be more feminine, more obedient. Plus, it'll be so much better for you this time around to do high school as a soft little girl, in your short skirt, with a bow in your hair.”

He was silent and completely bowled over. He looked up at her and tears were forming in his eyes. 

But she was unmovable, her eyes glinting with excitement at the thought of having him completely under her thumb.

Charlie felt a charge of arousal, this young man squirming in his seat, on the edge of crying as she toyed with his mind and his being. Maybe she really would do it…

"Imagine it," she said, leaning in close to him. "You'll wake up every morning and I'll inspect your outfit. You did such a good job choosing one today. Maybe another cute little skirt that shows off your legs, or a dress that makes your ass look so sweet and plump. Maybe a sexy pair of short heels or some Mary Jane’s?” She smiled a wicked smile, “I’ll expect you to dress your best before inspection from Daddy.” 

Her words painted a picture that made his stomach turn. He'd be a laughing stock, a freak, a boy in a dress, a target for every bully in school. He tried to protest, but she silenced him with a firm hand on his shoulder. She squeezed ever so gently and he felt the raw power of her grip.

"You'll learn to sit with your legs crossed, to keep your voice high and sweet, to giggle and blush at all the right moments. You’ll put your hair in a ponytail and stuff your bra. Maybe I’ll even get you on hormones to help you grow your own breasts.” She paused, to let the idea sink in.

“How big would you like your boobs to be? Are you going to have small Bs, maybe big DDs for the boys to stare at?”

“That’ll be the best part," she said with an evil smile, "… when the boys start to notice you. And they will. You'll come home and tell me all about it, won't you?"

“I---, I… please, Charlie.” He said with a whimper. A single tear had fallen down his cheek. This humiliation was too far. The worst part was his dick was hardening even as she described the situation. He pictured himself, her childlike plaything, dressing like a girl, his body transformed, the attention…

“Those boys will be younger than you, but so much stronger. You might even like it. Who knows what thoughts will enter into your girly head, fantasies of someone’s strong hands on your soft body.”

She looked at him carefully, “Maybe you’ve already had those thoughts. About being someone’s girlfriend?

Alex's cheeks burned at the words coming from his sister – his YOUNGER sister. Had she really once been smaller than him? Now we was entirely wrapped around her finger, completely broken and dominated by her. He looked at her through the blurring of his tears and felt like a child in front of an adult. He knew that was part of her plan, to break him down completely and rebuild him in her image.

"You'll have to sit through classes with the other girls, learning about makeup and fashion and how to be a proper lady," she continued, "And when the boys tease you, you'll just have to take it, because you're a girl now, and that's what girls do. You’ll take it and smile and you can pretend you don't care. But deep down, you'll love it, won't you?"

Her words were like a knife, cutting into him and exposing his deepest fears and darkest desires. The idea of being a girl, of being submissive and weak, spoke to some truth about who he really was. But to have it forced upon him, to have it be his reality, was something else entirely.

He had a vision of himself in a classroom, smaller than some of the 14 year olds, weaker than most of them, hiding his true self beneath an image of feminine weakness. Being molded by Charlie into an extreme vision of feminine submission, being her servant, being her puppet…

"But don't worry," she said, her hand moving from his shoulder to his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I'll be there to protect you. I'll be the big strong Daddy looking out for her little girl. And when you get home, you'll serve me like a good girl."

Alex's cock twitched in his panties at the thought of her dominating him even more than she already did. The power exchange was palpable, and it was intoxicating. His breath was heavy and he felt like a small boat adrift in the ocean of her story.

"You'll have to be the perfect little girl for me, in every way. You'll do your homework, you'll clean the house, you’ll cook, you'll serve me dinner. A good wife in training.”

Alex's mind raced. What could be worse than going back to school as a girl? But the thought of her punishment, of being at the mercy of her strength and will, was even more terrifying. Somewhere from the fog of desire, he found a voice of resistance. He knew he had to find a way out of this. "Please, Charlie, I'll do anything," he begged, his voice high and desperate. “Please, don’t make me go to school as a girl.”

She eyed him coolly. Charlie was amazed at how easily he broke, how easily she reshaped him to her desires. She had never intended to make him attend school as a girl but now she realized, she could do it, if she really wanted to. She licked her lips with desire to dominate him further, “Anything?”

He nodded frantically. "Yes, anything."

“We’ll see about that. What if I told you I wanted to be that good little girl at home?”

“Yes, yes … no problem, Charlie?”

She paused for a second.

“What if I told you, you were to call me Daddy from now on.”

He replied eagerly, “Yes, Daddy! I’ll be a good girl!”

She smiled inwardly: the humiliation was delicious. “Say it in your feminine voice.”

He repeated it, in a soft, girly voice: “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be your good girl.”

She felt her nipples harden. Such submission. There was no man left in her big brother. He was a feminine plaything for her to mold.

“What if I told you I wanted you to … take hormones that would reduce your testosterone and increase your estrogen, that would grow little tits for you?”

He paused… this was… a lot.

“Is there a problem with that, Alice? Maybe you do need to go back through school as a girl.”

He caved to her demands and whispered, like a girl, “No, Daddy, no problem.”

She put her hand under his chin and pulled it up to her, “And you’d thank me for giving you nice new breasts and making you a sweet girl?”

His eyes watered with tears, “Yes, Daddy. I’d thank you for giving me nice new breasts. For making me your sweet girl.”

"Alright," she said, her smile turning predatory. "If you can prove to me that you can truly be a good little girl, then maybe I'll reconsider."

Alex's heart sank. "What do you mean?"

She was about to answer when there was a knock at the door. Who was it?!? What would they do when they saw him like this?

“Who is it?” he asked Charlie in a panicked whisper.

She calmly smiled and said, “Go up to your room and don’t come out until I tell you it’s OK. I’ll answer it.” 

Alex was relieved at Charlie’s confidence and her ability to take charge of the situation. Where he wanted to run and hide, she confronted the problem head on. Their respective positions were clear to him as they both stood up from the table at the same time. In their bare feet he didn’t reach her chin and she looked easily twice his width. Standing next to her he was dwarfed by her size but also went from his feelings of intense humiliation to feelings of protection and care. She was there to protect him from whoever was at the door. 

He scurried upstairs quietly and quickly and stood listening at the door of his bedroom. 

He heard Charlie speaking to someone, then laughing, then they moved into the hall. He recognized the voice… Charlene, the girl he had liked!

He could hear Charlene talking to Charlie, “I just thought I’d drop by and tell Alex I’m leaving this summer to go to college. We were partners in a couple of classes together.”

Charlie responded bluntly, “Yeah… I think you were maybe more than that?”

Charlene sounded shocked but surprised, “What? No! It wasn’t like that. He was just a nice guy.”

Charlie replied, “Are you sure? I think Alex liked you, to be honest.”

Charlene gave a little laugh, “Oh, I didn’t know. I mean, he’s nice but, well, he’s not really my type.”

Alice felt her stomach drop a little bit as he listened. He had hoped that there was a connection between he and Charlene, but now he knew he was just imagining it. There was a pause before Charlie replied, “Oh no? What’s your type?”

Charlene sounded a little flustered, “Um… I think maybe, I should go.”

Charlie replied even more forcefully, “Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone’s got a type.”

Alex could hear Charlene moving towards the door, “I dunno. You’re brother’s nice and all… don’t be offended but… I guess I like more manly guys. No offense, but your brother is a little small.” 

Charlie laughed, “None taken. He’s more than a little small.” She paused before saying, “You mean, you like guys with arms like this?”

Alex tiptoed to the top of the stairs to get a better view and he could see Charlie’s back. Charlene was concealed by Charlie’s bulk. Charlie had raised one arm and was flexing it. From behind he could see her bicep like a swollen baseball popping out of her arm and her back, thick with layers of muscle. 

He heard Charlene audibly inhale with surprise.

“Go ahead, feel it.” 

Charlene didn’t reply but Alex saw a feminine hand trying to wrap itself around the thick bicep. The thin, delicate fingers were rubbing the muscle with a lusty desire. 

Charlie pulled Charlene into an embrace and bore down on her with her lips, pressing her soft feminine body against her muscles. 

Alex heard a feminine moan come from Charlene. 

Alex watched, sweating with desire, as his sister pulled Charlene, the girl he had liked, into her grasp and kissed her heavily. He expected Charlene to pull away, to push this younger girl away and resist. 

Instead, he heard Charlene moan with lust, one soft hand still wrapped around his sister’s bicep and the other now snaked around her neck. Charlie moved her hands to Charlene’s ass and lifted her, Charlene’s legs wrapped around the muscular girl’s thick torso. Charlie began walking into the living room with the slim blonde coiled around her body. 

Charlene was dressed in a white dress and he could see her feminine, tanned legs wrapped around his sister. 

Alex watched with lust and humiliation as his powerful sister did what he never could. She had seduced this sexy young woman in absolutely no time while he cowered, watching in the darkness.

They walked right past him, neither seeing him as he stared down in shame and lust, ensconced in the feminine attire. Charlene had her thin, smooth legs wrapped around the powerful younger woman’s body. He watched as Charlie moved into the living room and lowered Charlene onto the couch and saw his sister stand in front of the willing girl. 

Charlene looked up at the young amazon with drunken, lustful eyes.

“Wait… I’m not sure,” said Charlene, “I don’t know…”

“Yes, you do,” said Charlie. She leaned down and kissed Charlene again, grabbing her breast and squeezing a nipple with her fingers. Charlene moaned with pleasure.

“Tell me you want me to stop,” said Charlie, “and I’ll stop.” She squeezed Charlene’s nipples again while pressing her muscular body down upon the girl. 

“Or tell me you want me to fuck you and make you cum right here.”

Charlene hesitated, revelling in the feeling of pleasure. She had never had lesbian desires but this woman… she was… incredible.

“Pleaseeee fuck meeeeee” she shouted. 

Alex’s hand had involuntarily wrapped itself around his stiff cock and he was pulling it with uncontrollable lust. He couldn’t see them any longer, but was listening as the boiling sounds of sex fuelled his imagination. 

And then he heard it: the sound of fabric tearing. Charlene's protests turned into a gasp of surprise and pleasure, and Alex's knees went weak. He knew what that sound meant: his sister had just ripped the shirt off Charlene’s body, exposing her to his sister's dominance. He grabbed his own nipples and pulled them as he masturbated. 

"Charlie, please!” Charlene's voice was strained, but Alex could hear the excitement in it. He knew that she wanted to be fucked by this young amazon.

“Please, what, Charlene? Please stop, or please fuck you…”

Charlene was silent except for a deep moan.

"You want it," Charlie whispered, her voice dark and seductive. "You know you do. You want to feel my muscles and my power fucking you, don’t you?”

Her words hit home, and Alex heard Charlene's breath hitch. "Yes," she whimpered

“Say it,” said Charlie

Charlene’s voice was barely audible. "Please, Charlie. Fuck me."

“Say it again,” said Charlie

“Please Charlie… fuck me!” Charlene shouted.

Alex's own breath caught in his throat as he heard the sound of his sister's biceps flexing, the muscles tightening under her skin like coils ready to spring. He imagined her powerful hands on Charlene, guiding her, dominating her. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Then there was the unmistakable sound of lips meeting flesh. Alex's mind was racing with images of his sister forcing Charlene to submit, making her kiss her biceps and thighs. He was so hard listening to what was happening just below him.

“If you want me to fuck you, you have to call me by my name.”

“Charrrrlieeee please fuck me” shouted Alex

“Call me Daddy. And I’ll fuck you.”

Charlene didn’t hesitate, “Please Daddy… fuck me, like a bad girl. You’re so strong daddy, please fuck me.”

He heard a buzzing noise, then the deep moans of Charlene… Charlie had a vibrator and was using it on her.

"Good girl," Charlie said, her voice thick with lust. 

Alex felt his cock throb in his panties, his body responding to the power play before his very ears. He was pumping his cock furiously to the sounds below him.

He had dreamed of having Charlene as his girlfriend, of losing his virginity to her. This girl who was sweet and sensitive and liked him. Now she was lying splayed out, under his sister’s muscular body, screaming that his younger sister was her Daddy. 

“Say my name if you want to cum Charlene.”

She almost screamed, “DADDY… please fuck me DADDY. You’re so strong. I’m your slut. Please Daddy… fuck me… I need it.” 

His cock was rock hard. As he listened: 

"Now, spread your legs," Charlie instructed. "Let Daddy in."

There was a brief pause, and then the sound of skin meeting skin. Alex's mind was reeling, his thoughts a chaotic mess of arousal and fear. He had to see.

He tiptoed down the stairs and looked on the scene in the living room. It was incredible.

Charlie had mounted Charlene’s face and was grinding her pussy against the smaller girls mouth. While doing it, she was bent over and sliding a vibrator in and out of Charlene’s tight pussy. Alex could see that Charlene’s pussy was shaved and bare whereas Charlie’s was thick with hair. 

The two women were a contrast: Charlene was sexy in a small, feminine way whereas Charlie’s body was knotted with muscle. Her thighs looked like pillars with muscles extending out as she rode the smaller girls face. 

Charlie's hand was between Charlene's thighs, moving the vibrator with powerful purpose. Alex watched in shame and lust, his eyes tracing the muscular power of the larger girl’s body as she bent the smaller, older girl to her will. 

Charlene led out a guttural moan as she lapped at the muscular girl’s clit.

Charlie didn’t need any further encouragement. With a feral growl, she plunged the vibrator into Charlene a rhythm that spoke of power and dominance. Charlene's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed. Alex felt a strange kinship with her in that moment, both of them under Charlie's thrall.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the grunts and gasps that spoke of raw, primal need. Alex retreated to his room, scared of being seen by his sister, his hand sliding down to his cock, stroking it through the fabric of the dress. 

It was over in a few moments and Alex heard his sister orgasm with great ferocity. The sound of her orgasm was equal to her strength and he came, in his room, at the same time. From somewhere in her thunderous orgasm he also heard Charlene cum in sync with her amazon lover, screaming, “Yes Daddy” as Charlie brought her shuddering orgasm.

Ale lay on his bed, silent, panting and trembling, his hand still wrapped around his cock. He listened to the sounds on the floor beneath.

Charlie spoke first: “That was great. Thank you, Charlene…”

Charlene was tentative but said, “I don’t know what … I’ve never done that before.”

Charlie replied, “I know. It’s my power. You’re drawn to it.”

He heard Charlie pull Charlene into her embrace again and then a low moan. Charlie was surely kissing her. He heard their lips unlock.

“I want you to come around again before the summer is out. Daddy will fuck you again.”

Charlene replied after a second, “I… I don’t know.”

“I’m not asking, sweetie. Don’t make Daddy come and find you. And when you’re back from college, I’ll expect you to come and see Daddy. Understand?”

“Yes… Daddy.”

“Even if you have a boyfriend. You’ll always be Daddy’s girl.”

Incredibly, Alex’s cock was hardening again and he imagined Charlene was feeling something similar: the intense arousal of being overpowered by his amazonian sister. Lost again in the thrall of this fantasy come to live, he imagined himself in Charlene’s position, holding Charlie’s powerful bicep, looking up at her with soft, doe, eyes.

Charlene said even more softly, “Yes, Daddy.”

He heard them move towards the door and then he couldn’t hear them any more. After a few minutes he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Then the footsteps grew louder, and the door to his room creaked open. He looked up to see Charlie standing in the doorway, a knowing smile on her face. She was wearing the same tanktop and shorts as well as a cocky, knowing smile. She had a sheen of sweat and was flushed from the sex. In her hand, she held the vibrator that had just been inside Charlene.

"Well, well," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Looks like you enjoyed the show."

Alex felt his own face flush, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. 

“I take it you heard all of that. I know that you saw some of it, she continued, her smile widening. “I heard your little steps coming down the stairs. You wanted to see didn’t you?”

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, her eyes never leaving Alex's. She approached him and held out the vibrator, still slick with Charlene’s juices. "This needs to be cleaned up," she said. “Can you please clean it, Alice?”

Alex took the toy, his hands trembling. He couldn't believe that she was making him do this, but he also couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him at her words. He felt so small, so powerless, and it was intoxicating. He took the dildo in his hands --  it was thick and weighty -- and he carried it to the bathroom, his mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened.

In the mirror, he stared at himself in the dress and panties, feeling like a stranger. He'd never felt so feminine, so... owned. It was as if his sister had stripped away his identity, piece by piece, until all that was left was this quivering, obedient girl. He held the vibrator in his hand. It felt heavy and firm, unlike his own small dick which felt girlish in comparison. He placed it under the tap and ran the water, cleaning it with his hand. 

As he was doing so, Charlie entered the room, still coated in a layer of perspiration from the sex. Her muscles glinted in the light and she smiled as she made eye contact with her slave of a brother.

“You’re good at that,” she said, glancing down at the dildo. “Careful or maybe I’ll get ideas about using dildos on you.” She winked at him and then moved next to him, pressing her warm powerful body against his side.

“Remember when we used to brush our teeth here and then we learned that I was bigger than you. It seems so long ago but that was when it all started… Remember how you resisted for so long, but eventually decided that you’re a better little sister than a big brother. Remember?”

He looked up at her weakly, “Yes, Charlie.”

She flexed her muscle in the mirror. Her bicep was almost as big as his head now: she was becoming positively huge. "Look at us," she said, pointing to the mirror. "I really am the man of this household now. And you’re my little girl. You're just like Charlene now. Maybe you two can be sisters?” 

Alex looked at his reflection, the dress clinging to his body and the panties clearly visible underneath. He felt his cheeks burn as he held her dildo in his hands. He smiled at her with genuine warmth… she was his protector, his master. She smiled back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You know what, Alice?" she said, leaning in close to him. "I think you're starting to get it. You're starting to see that I'm the man of the house now."

Her hand reached out and grabbed his chin, turning his face to look directly at her. "Say it," she whispered. "Tell me how much bigger I am than you."

Alex's voice was shaky as he spoke the words she wanted to hear. "You're... you're bigger than me, Charlie. You're the man of the house."

“And look at how much bigger my cock is than yours?”

He looked at the dildo. It was true. “It’s true. Your cock is much bigger than my little clit.”

“Kiss it.”

His will was broken and he did as he was told, giving the dildo a gentle, worshipping kiss on the tip. It was a charged moment of submission and sexuality – he felt like he was kissing her cock.

“Wasn’t it good for me to fuck Charlene?"

He nodded, unable to find his voice.

"Say it," she demanded.

"It was good for you to... to fuck Charlene," he managed to murmur. "Because you're more of a man than I am."

Her smile grew wider, her eyes alight with power. "That's right," she said. "I'm the man here, and you're my little sister. And as long as you keep wearing my underwear and following my rules, I'll keep you safe. Even your little clit." She gestured at his crotch, her smile taunting.

The comparison was not lost on Alex. The dildo was a stark reminder of his newfound inferiority. His own cock felt so small, so insignificant next to the tool of dominance his sister had wielded over Charlene. He couldn't help but feel a strange mix of humiliation and arousal as he stood next to her.