He moved my hand and placed it on the zip of the bermuda. There was a bulge. He is younger to me by 5 years and how dare that he touches with with sex... in mind. I am afterall his sister, cousin sister of course. He was unhooking my blouse and inserting his fingers from under the bra. I helped him by unhooking my bra and released my boob for his manipulation. He asked me unzip his bermuda and take out his tool. I was afraid but he did it himself and his 6 inch cock was throbbing outside. I placed. To wakeup on Christmas morning to find himself turned into a girl. Eachmorning when he would get up and find that he was still a guy gettingmale bathing trunks for summer and stuff that would scream out, "YOU'REA MAN DEAL WITH IT!" he would sink into a deeper depression.As time went on and Robert got over his belief in Santa and everythingelse slowly disappeared. Becoming a bully at school, he often wound upin detention for tossing kids into dumpsters and stealing their lunchmoney.When he was. By the fourth large mouthful I had finally gotten it all up off the floor. “Good job.” Said the gym teacher as he handed me my skirt. I put my skimpy little outfit back on, over all the cum drying on my body, and headed for the door. Most of the students I passed through the hall on my way to the nurse’s office had already fucked me that morning. They smiled and blew me kisses. Some grabbed my tits or slapped my ass as I walked by. It felt good getting all that attention, and the way my body. "I am going to the back room now." Betts looked scared and so did the rest but they said nothing.This room had its own secure lock and another alarm system. I picked the lock and punched in the number then went out and tried it again with my pick. I would not have been fast enough.There was a large safe built into the floor. I had to use my back to move the desk then pick up a rug and then slide out a piece of granite that looked decorative. There was a tool for removing this in the closet.