Castrated by My Sisters
By Martin Cooper



When my father re-married I was bought-up with my three step-sisters, 
Sarah, Annie and Caroline, who were one, two and three years older than 
me respectively. I remember that from an early age, I was looked-after 
almost entirely by my sisters. This caused constant rows between the 
sisters and my parents because, naturally, little girls wanted to do 
other things than look after their little brother; Caroline resented it 
most as, at first, the brunt of the work fell to her. It was obvious 
that we were not real brother and sisters because everyone remarked how 
blonde a slender and exceptionally pretty my sisters were: but I was 
dark-haired with an olive skin. Sarah and I loved each-other and up 
until I was about eight years old we would share a bed - cuddling each-
other as we had no teddy-bears or other comfort-toys. I used to feel so 
happy just looking at Sarah's face and feeling her long blonde plaits in 
my fingers or wrapped around my neck as I went contentedly to sleep. 
Sometimes I would sleep with Annie too, but it was Sarah who taught me 
to kiss by putting our tongues inside each-other and it was Sarah who I 
loved most. Caroline thought she was too old to be with little boys and 
was a little cold towards me. I remember feeling a curious but nicely 
warm feeling between my legs when I slept with the girls, but I didn't 
know what it was. It was quite a long time after Sarah noticed that my 
dick went hard that my step-mother noticed it and stopped us sleeping in 
the same bed: I was desolate and used to crawl into Sarah's bed when our 
parents were out. 

When I was about ten Sarah told me that Caroline had said that they only 
had to look-after me because I had a "dicky" and that she (Caroline) was 
going to cut it-off because it was so unfair. I remember to this day the 
strange feeling of shame and at the same time odd excitement when Sarah 
told me that - and she noticed it too because I blushed. Sarah had 
started to play with my dicky and I got tremendous pleasure from her 
fiddling with it. About this time both Sarah and Annie asked my to lick 
their pussies for them. I enjoyed this very much: with each of them I 
would lick in spirals around their little breasts and then move my 
tongue down to the belly-button; all around it; and then all around each 
thigh before forcing my tongue into the knicker-covered slit before they 
took their panties off. All three girls wore those tight, shiny wet-look 
panties and silky female clothes became an erotic obsession with me. 
Anyway, they taught me to lick up and down their slits and then to put 
one lip inside and the other outside - rolling one pussy-lip in-between 
mine and then suck it up into my mouth. I liked it when the girls would 
grunt and moan and squeal and giggle and then have a spasm when I licked 
their "trigger". It made me feel so happy and important to be giving 
them so much pleasure. Eventually even Caroline joined-in, and she even 
cuddled me afterwards and her face went quite soft when she kissed me. 
For Sarah I would have kissed her pussy for ever just to see the 
happiness on her face when she said "I'm coming". 

I must have been eleven when Sarah told me that she was going to make my 
"cock" splosh "spunk" but that she had to put her panties on to stop her 
getting pregnant. After I had licked her as usual, she rubbed my dick 
against the soft shiny, slick, panty-covered mound which she called her 
"Venus" and even into her panty-covered slot. I enjoyed rubbing her 
silky skirt over her silky panties, feeling the shape of her and wanting 
to pull her panties down. The first time it took ages but eventually I 
felt a wonderful feeling that I was loosing control of my whole body; my 
whole cock felt as if it was full of hot metal pushing against a dam at 
the end of my dick. I wanted to please Sarah but I didn't know how to. 
Then my back arched and I grunted and it was a wonderful, glorious 
relief as my hot spunk surged from my cock and splattered all over her 
panties, and she laughed and giggled happily and said I had "done" it. I 
"did" it for her and I felt so happy and languorous as we fell asleep in 
each-other's arms. Soon I was doing it for Annie and Caroline too, but 
Caroline made me feel ashamed as she talked about my "disgusting slime" 
and both of us were hot-faced with shame as she rushed away to wash her 
panties. I felt that my very "boy-ness" was something to be ashamed-of 
and that my "spunk" was "dirty". 

It was about this time that I has a row with Caroline and she smashed 
her knee right into my balls: it was a horrible thud and I fell-down 
shrieking and crying and sobbing and writhing in agony. It was my Sarah 
who pulled my trousers down and massaged my balls for me until I felt 
better and she rocked me to sleep in her arms. Caroline took to bullying 
all of the boys at school by kneeing them in the balls and had to be 
sent home several times. She said that boys are weak and stupid and 
deserved what they got. She was extremely pretty and all of the boys 
were after her but she despised them. 

On the day of my twelfth birthday I was sitting opposite Sarah who was 
sitting in an armchair with her black silk micro-skirt up around her 
waist and her tight, shiny, wet-look panties - my favourite red cir‚e 
ones -on full view. I was feeling very happy and loving towards her and 
I wanted so much to go and lick her panties that I licked my lips. 
Caroline looked at me and I blushed bright red with shame. "We have to 
do it today" said Caroline. "But I love him and I want him to lick my 
panties" said Sarah. Caroline and Annie dragged me off the chair and 
pushed my face right into Sarah's panties. As I started to kiss Sarah's 
panties Caroline and Annie pulled-off my trousers and pants to expose my 
shameful hard-on. "Look at the disgusting thing" said Caroline "We'll 
have to do something or one of us will get pregnant!". "Perhaps we 
should cut-off his dick? said Annie. "No, it is his bollocks which carry 
the poison" said Caroline, and with that she grabbed my bollocks and 
scrunched them until I screamed in pain and humiliation. The two girls 
held me while I serviced Sarah and while Sarah put her knickers back on, 
starting to rub my cock. "Please Sarah, don't let them chop my bollocks 
off: I want to keep them for when we get married and I give you a baby." 
I said. "Don't be silly!" said Sarah "Caroline says that we can't get 
married and it is best if we chop them off while you are enjoying 
sploshing my panties - maybe it won't hurt so much!" By now Sarah and I 
were kissing passionately and I could feel her panty-covered slit moving 
on my shaft: it was intoxicating and I groped her shiny skirt until I 
could feel shiny silky skirt rubbing on shiny silky panties covering her 
hard little bum and moaned with wanting her. Sarah tied her lovely thick 
blonde plaits around my neck, Annie held my dangling bollocks away from 
my body and Caroline held an open razor against the skin of my ball-
sack. "Please, mercy: Mummy and Daddy will punish you for this" I 
wailed. But Caroline said "Not when they see from the spunk on Sarah's 
panties that you tried to rape her! At that moment I felt the razor 
slice through my skin between the two balls. Biting one of Sarah's 
plaits, I groped her skirt and panty-covered bum and felt the head of my 
penis rub the panty-covered slot of her pussy. I pushed my chest against 
her exquisite hard little breasts; my back arched; I moaned like a pig 
and then squealed with pain - and unloaded my utter boyish humiliation 
all over Sarah's lovely red panties. It came to me as a revelation that 
here was the realisation of every boy's ultimate fantasy - to be 
castrated by the girls he loves. Spasm after spasm convulsed my body 
with ecstasy as I emptied my last disgusting male shame over Sarah's 
panties, belly and breasts - she even took my dick and sloshed some on 
her face and into her mouth, giggling happily. I felt Caroline and Annie 
rip my boyhood from me and gave the bloody remains to Sarah. I saw that 
Caroline and Annie both gave themselves extremely explosive "comes" 
while staring at the bloody wound underneath my dick: and that made me 
glad. Sarah cradled the bloody remains of my balls proudly to her 
breasts and said "Now I know that you love me!" It was the most 
satisfying experience of my whole life lying in my lovely Sarah's arms: 
replete, and happy and knowing that my three sisters have taken-away the 
horrible male weakness from my body: now I could never do them any harm! 

Copyright Martin Cooper 1998 

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