And Full of Free Choices

You woke up early the next morning still on that sofa. Still wrapped in the arms of your twin. Still wearing those stained and crusty shorts and panties. That last part made you feel unsurprisingly grimy, but there had seemed no time to get changed. The whole rest of the afternoon yesterday had become a blur of dipping in and out of consciousness: napping together, then making out, then watching more junk tv, then making out some more. The fact that both your bodies were just lurid, sweaty messes throughout had only seemed to add to the sense of world-dismissing comfort.

Now, though… you needed a shower. And were sort of glad, in a way, to be able to do so while your step-sister slept away. She would almost certainly have complicated matters, in one way or another. You wanted some space and running water to gather your thoughts in.

She had used you to get herself off with! Surely that had to mean something… Had to add some colour to where all this was heading. Where all her constant teasing was leading you. Or was it all just down to how overflowingly horny those constant interactions with Skeg and his friends were making her? Were you just the make-do solution when they finally left you both alone?

You stripped down and clambered into the rusting, old bathtub… the memory of her hands taking charge of you beneath a soapy surface instantly springing forth once more. She’d said you made a ‘beautiful little step-sister’! Was that what she wanted from you: Another effeminate confidante with which she could share her own twisted joy in this sluttily submissive lifestyle? Could you cope with that? Could you stand being nothing but an occasional accessory, if it meant seeing how happy those older men’s attentions made her? That wide, wide smile she’d worn as you splattered it with someone else’s ejaculate had almost made the whole experience worth it. Waking up an erection you had been trying hard to resist.

Shaking the image loose, you ran a hand across the back of your freshly-washed calves. A slight hint of stubble was already beginning to make itself known. It wasn’t as if you had been particularly hairy at all, back when you had actually been able to live as a boy… but the smooth and silky feeling after Jenny had first shaved you had been an unlooked-for pleasure among the entire process. Wanting to feel independent in this constant act of theatre, you dug out her bright-pink razor and set to work. Perhaps she’d rest an arm upon them later, and be amazed at their recovered smoothness?! While you were digging within her washbag… you also decided it might help if you gave a little make-up a go. She had slid lines around your eyes, powdered your cheeks and painted your lips so many times over the years… but you had never tried it yourself.

The first few attempts needed wiping clear immediately. You had chosen colours far too bright and garish, then applied it all so clumsily… that even a clown working nights at a cheap whorehouse might well have laughed you out the door. Eventually, however, you managed some hint of amateur subtlety: Thin black eyeliner that only wobbled slightly. A little bit of blush upon cheeks that regularly made their own, and a set of baby-pink lips that you were actually quite proud of. Then you headed through to the bedroom and found you suddenly had free reign over the vast and varied collection of clothes your step-sister had brought over from that distant, previous life. It suddenly struck you that, not half a week ago, the realisation that none of your own garments had been deemed fit to make the journey… had left you in wells of terror. Yet now, the prospect of picking out your own crossdressing aspect actually put a little skip in your step, and flutter in your heart. Was it just an eagerness to show Jenny you could be exactly who she wanted you to be? Or did the swish and freedom of feeling a breeze between your legs hold a delight all of its own for you now? There was something just a little naughty about dressing up and playing pretend, right before these older men’s eyes. Intimidating but invigorating, too. Holding on to a secret with just the flimsiest cotton veils flowing over it. You worried it might become addictive…

Still, you picked out the prettiest pink summer-dress you could find. One that matched your new lipstick almost perfectly. Combined with a pair of brown tights you thought you could almost go pantiless… Just in case Jenny decided she wanted to rub up against you again... You chickened out of that plan, though. Not trusting that one of the three perverts wouldn’t steal a glimpse under the hem of your dress at some point. Your step-sister’s underwear collection was a treasure trove to raid, however. You soon found a silky-feeling thong with enough room in the front to tuck your genitalia into, at least. The new experience of having only the thinnest strip of material riding up between your buttcheeks was delightful. Another little secret you could keep reminding yourself of, all day long.

With all that taken care of, you drummed yourself up some breakfast. Munching on yet more poptarts from where you could watch your step-sister sleep. It was really starting to seem not so bad… this predicament you’d landed in.