Chapter 31

"You enjoying y'rself, over there?"

The question came like a lightning bolt out of the blue, shattering the walls around you. For a second or two it was simply impossible to register what the words were, or how they could possibly be aimed at you. So focussed had you been in watching that squelching place where their lower bodies met, that Skeg could have been looking straight at you for a minute or more without you noticing. The horrifying reality that you were stood there, framed in the doorway; with everything you had worked so hard to hide held out on display; hit you like a freight train. You were paralyzed with terror and embarrassment. He could see. He could see! He could see!

"Come on… come a bit closer, if you like. Get a good ol' looksee at ya sister 'ere's cooch sucking me in."

These words were an instruction. A command. And your jellified brain could do nothing but reach out and hang on to what it knew: the simplicity of doing as you were told. Your legs began moving on their own. You trembling fingers still gripped tight around your shrinking penis, perhaps subconsciously moving to hide it… but more than aware the damage was already done. A rising babble of half-hearted excuses and grovelling apologies seeming to get stuck in the back of your throat as you could think of nothing that would actually mend this situation. In a matter of moments, you found yourself standing over their still-thrusting forms… knees shaking and with one ankle perpetually trying to hide behind the other. Every nerve in your body electrified, so the scratching straps of the bra you still wore felt like lines of fire across your skin. Scarring evidence of the lie you had been living.

Skeg smirked, toothily. Looking you up and down like a lion might do a dormouse. Wondering how much fun might be worth having with this morsel.

“No need to hide it… You were stroking that puny thing happily enough when you thought we wasn’t watching, weren’t ya? An I know you let Big Sis ‘ere take hand of it whenever the feeling takes ‘er… don’t ya?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks in a hot, crimson flurry. The man had just effectively admitted his spying on you with the cameras, yet still it felt like you who was on trial. Why would he be ashamed of invading your privacy, when here he was openly invading your step-sibling right in front of you? He had no moral code to break, so was free to do as he liked. However you, despite it all… still burned with the guilt of having tried to lie to him. It was so unfair! But you couldn’t change the basic nature of yourself. In your heart you felt like you owed yet another debt to this beastly man who did little but take.

“Y-you knew all along?” Your smallest of voices leaked out between quivering lips. Ashamed that all your extensive make-upping and nervous shaving had been utterly in vain.

“Knew what?” Laughed your landlord, dryly and callously. “That my second runaway cock-polisher had a few grapes between her legs?”

He shook his head dismissively. “Nah, that was actually a bit of a shock when I first spotted em… You always seemed like such an innocent, little sweetie. Had no idea you was one of them at all…”

“B-but… you didn’t kick me out? You still got me t-to- …It didn’t bother you?”

Skeg laughed again, long and hard. Clearly enjoying your confusion. “Why would it? Yous dress up pretty and use those soft lips of yours for what they’re clearly made for. We might talk a bit rough, an’ front up if someone called us ‘fruity’. But I think folks ‘round here ‘d be more suspicious if’n I looked a gift whore in the mouth and didn’t shove my dick in there! Might be plenty who’d say they’d not let that tongue of yours near ‘em in public… but give em five minutes in an alley wit ya and you can bet ya’d have sore knees and a mouthful.”

The man shuddered for a second… letting out a loose groan. It took you a moment to realise he had just cum inside your step-sister again. Your eyes were once again drawn back to the sloppy tangle of flesh where their bodies met. A trickle of white fluid leaked out around the base of his shaft, presumably due to the quantity of liquid goop already deposited in there. Beneath your concealing hands, you felt another twitch in your own manhood. Why did that excite you so much?! That thought was a squealing lamentation that did nothing but make you more aware of the fact it was fleeing from.

The man who had taken both of you under his roof sighed contentedly at another triumphant ball-draining. A clear reward for all his unfiltered sins in life so far.

“S’long as you live by the rules of the house… and keep helping out like you has been. I don’t give a shit what’s between those thighs.”

He pulled himself free of your twin with a wet-sounding ‘pop’. Seeming to think for a second, before adding the stipulation. “Keep dressing girly though, I don’t want no boy hanging around my shop, scaring away customers… We’ve had more come in just to sneak a peek at you than I’ve seen in months. P’raps if I let em take you out f’r lunch now an’ then, they’d actually buy something…”

The man scratched his chin thoughtfully as he said this, making no particular move to get up or leave your bed. Colouring the flooding relief of his lack of care over your crossdressing… with a small new set of anxieties.