Chapter 36

That night, you lay in the arms of your step-sister. Alone with just each other and the filtered, ethereal sounds of a city still breathing outside. On the lumpy, stained mattress you had both spent most of the day occupying… along with three other forms. You had been fucked by all of them, over the course of the day. Each one wanting to take a turn inside the newly-offered berth for their meat and their lusts. You had bent forward beside your step-sister and been screwed side-by-side. Two willing, little cocksleeves that Skeg and his companions could dip into at will.

It had become a strangely social enterprise, as the afternoon wore on and the adrenaline of this change in expectations settled down. The men laughed and joked with you. Complimented your effeminate body and stroked your long, blonde hair. Giving your heart and body ample time to rest, before they inevitably took claim of it again. In the end it seemed more like one of those slow and secret sundays… when your parents had been away and you and Jenny had the run of all the house. When Nanny had turned a blind eye to your little games of dress-up and great blanket forts had been created; you and your step-sister wearing matching, pretty dresses while watching movies and eating pizza. Obviously the circumstances were entirely different… but the feeling at the heart of it was the same: Of having a space where secrets were unnecessary any more. Where anything could be done without a single care for the passing of time or the prying judgements of the world outside.

It bothered you, a little… that such a sense of comfort had settled over a day in which your anal virginity had been claimed. That it had included those three ugly, crude and insatiable older men who treated you and your beloved step-sibling’s bodies like open property. But the relief in finally having the weight of the lie you’d been living; and all the fear and anxiety built up around the prospect of being penetrated; lifted from your slender shoulders, more than overbalanced that.

“So… now you’re a little slut like me, sis…” Jenny whispered to you, through the darkness. The first words that had been spoken in an hour, though you’d both known the other was still awake.

“I… guess so…” You had to relent. Unsure you were actually ready to accept such a description of yourself, though unwilling to deny her assessment.

The genitalia of each of you were resting against each other. A factor of your embraces that had become quite common of late. With clothes, or without, the pair of you slotted together so naturally… Though, your second soul seemed ever determined to maintain some gentle friction at that meeting point. Eliciting a stiffness she could hold between her thighs, to constantly tease against her own outer folds.

"Did you like it?" She asked, confident and gleeful. As if she already knew the answer, but would draw more pleasure from hearing you say it.

Except… you did not think you had a clear answer, yet. From the beginning you had understood that doing these things had fundamentally opened your step-sister's eyes to everything she now wanted from life. That she was so enamoured with the messy pleasures of being a human fuckpuppet, that she couldn't even imagine you wanting anything else. She had always been faster to come to terms with herself. To know what she wanted and take steps to reach out and grasp it. And, it was true… often it turned out she really knew everything that your heart cried out for too… far before you'd finished self-doubting. However, you still needed to let yourself come to such conclusions in your own time. Else you would never feel the decision was yours.

"I… don't know yet." You felt a rare strength of honesty in your own voice. A willingness to not just tell her what she wanted to hear. "It… didn't hurt, really. And I liked knowing how good it was making them feel…"

It had been nice… to lie in the panting aftermath, and feel them pull their deflating selves loose of you. Feel a dribble of hot and sticky fluid leak out from your rear end. The idea that you had earned such an explosive climax from them, using only the tight passages of your own, small body… was somehow more attractive than the actual waves of physical pleasure you yourself had felt. Perhaps those would become stronger when you were less wound up by the newness and strange, deep, churning of it all.

"I-I'll let them try again… tomorrow… and see." You offered, the prospect already making your belly fill with butterflies. Just a little.

Your step-sister smiled at you, leaning in to press her lips against yours and spill her tongue between them. You felt one of her arms slide down and take hold of your penis, lining it up with the sopping-wet entrance to her own interior. She pushed down with her hips… and took all of you in one, smooth movement. Continuing that kiss all the while.

There was no further movement though. No encouragement to thrust or grind. She just wanted to keep you in there, warm and secure… all the night through. By now, you knew that that was the scope of it. You would never break her trust by pushing further. If she wanted to use you for her own pleasure… she would do so. But you were her little sister, not her lover. From that day forward you would spend every night inside of her… yet never truly fuck her.