Chapter 33

“You’re going to keep doing what you’ve being doing wiv us, right?!” The panicked hopefulness in Dave’s voice made you feel surprisingly warm inside. Throughout the time you’d spent here, slowly bowing to these men’s wishes… you’d never quite allowed yourself to consider how they valued you. In your mind you had always remained just your step-sister’s little tagalong. Making up for the debts you owed her and Skeg. The fear on this friendly slab of muscle’s face made you feel genuinely wanted… in ways you’d rarely experienced before.

“W-well, yes… I-if you don’t mind that I’m not really… That I’m actually…”

Rod’s croaky voice stepped in, the man of few words loaning some where yours were faltering. “‘Actually’-nothin. Ya don’t look like any boy I’ve ever seen... nor suck cock like it.”

Skeg joined in, offering yet more evidence of the scientific enlightenment that led to his earlier valiant attempt at the word ‘androgynous’: “Yeah, we knows about this… Some people just gets born wrong, right? Yous as much of a natural dickswallower as your sis, so you’re definitely a girl… just wiv a few extra pieces too.”

The roundabout logic and crude language was still possibly a little offensive where modern society would be concerned… but you understood that, in their own way: this was the three men rallying around you. It might’ve been ultimately towards their own ends, and centred around your continuation as their second, shared cockholster… but it was sort of sweet, in a funny sort of way… how they justified this policy of inclusion. You were certain there were a great number of more ‘civilised’ folks, who would make no such attempts.

“You’ll keep wearin’ pretty dresses and short-shorts and stuff too though, yeah?” Asked Dave, actually blushing a little himself now. “Coz they do look good on you… and-and I wouldn’t want people calling us fags if we took you out an about in the van again.”

This backtracking compliment earned another dry chuckle from all concerned.

“As if they don’t call you that already after all the time you spend in the gym cozying up to Mal and Jared…”

“Hey! They’re actually really good trainer’s, alright… and solid guys too. Invited me round for dinner last week and everything! Cooked me this awesome steak...”

The open innocence with which the hulking man revealed this, without expecting the laughter to only increase… only warmed your heart further.

“Probably hopin’ to make a spitroast for dessert…” Interjected Jenny, creasing with laughter. Which only encouraged the other two men more.

Dave looked blank for a second or two… then let a wide grin run across his face as light dawned. “Oh, right… Ya think?” He joined in with a great belly-laugh of his own, unabashed to be the butt of the joke. “I guess I didn’t think of that… Still, I ain’t gonna say no to a free meal! They invited me round next week too…”

Standing there, in your short skirt and blouse. With lacy panties still entwined around your ankles, and all your pent up fears fading away… You honestly felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. These people might not be the brightest or politest group in the world. They might take liberties with you and your step-sister that would make most people gasp in horror. But compared to the cold, grade-card and bank-balance measuring world you had come from… Here you felt a sense of love and belonging like never before.

Your eyes met those of your step-sister. Still open-legged and casually massaging the exposed penises on either side of her. Quite content to accept the occasional finger or two be slipped unthinkingly between her lower lips. She smiled in a way that sort of said ‘I told you so’. As if knowing all along, that this was where you were both supposed to be.