Chapter 43

The rotund older man grunted, cueing a surprised-sounding reply from Terry... and a glistening spurt across the eighteen year old cutie's features as he lost track of the hose he was slurping on. Dribbling beads of slime dotted themselves down from his short, dark fringe to his softly sharp chin. You almost sighed with delight at the sight of a face so suitably adorned, before remembering you were supposed to be teaching him to swallow down such gifts as any good slut would.

Once again the dichotomy of this role against your natural sense of place in the world was jarring and yet alluring. Your instructions were to craft this boy into just as pliable a plaything as yourself: **** for the approval and arousal of anyone who’d offer such. The urge to sidle in and help him tend to your paying client was palpable, yet you knew he would learn better by tackling the task alone. You scraped a globule of cum away from his eyelashes to let him look up at you adoringly, then offered it for him to suck from your finger. The wet tickle of his tongue a delight in itself, as he diligently cleaned up the rest of the mess he'd made of himself.

Meanwhile, Mr Landsdale had tucked himself away and held out a scrunched up banknote as a tip, for you to squirrel away in the padding of your bra. He was in no hurry to hang around so close to the school, having just cum all over one of his own students. It was actually rather worrying how many of your regular clients turned out to be teachers. Not that Terry particularly seemed to even notice who you were having him pleasure each day.

So now you were left in the alleyway alone: One twenty year old dropout dressed like the cheap, sissy whore he was and one still-innocent schoolboy well on his way to becoming the same.

"Let’s go buy you some clothes…" You sighed, remembering the instructions Skeg and Jenny had given. 'Take him in as a boy, bring him out as a bitch in heat!' The prospect of facing the checkout girls midway through such a process already giving you palpitations. Why did it have to be you doing all this?!

You knew the answer of course… It was because it would be making your dear step-sister wet to think about, as she struggled around the flat with that big, round belly. Maybe letting Rod or Dave get off using her swollen tits, but listening to the muffled sounds of Katie having a lot more fun downstairs. Getting pregnant hadn’t been part of the master plan. She’d taken all the pills she was supposed to. It just turned out getting fucked nearly all day every day for a year and a bit meant there was a good chance one would fail. And while there were certainly a few customers who liked her even more like this… it certainly put limits on the appeal in both directions. What Jenny called 'accidental watersports' was a circumstance she was getting a little tired of.

What also was constantly rotting away in the back of your brain, of course… was who the father might be? You had certainly ejaculated in or around your step-sister a few times over the course of your new life together. Though not as often as every other Tom, Dick and Harry in the local area. Chances were heavily in Skeg and his two friend's favour, really. But there was still the ever-so-slim possibility that together you had cemented yourselves even further into the realms of taboo than your roles as sibling prostitutes already set you. What made it worse was the fact that it wasn't fear you felt at such a prospect, deep in the inner reaches of your soul. The obsessive, unhealthy lust you held for the girl you shared a home with had not decreased over all this time, and some part of you definitely saw the idea of having planted a baby in her as… wonderful. It sickened you to see the same kind of devotion in Terry, and understand so fully how trapped you both were.

He'd definitely impregnate you… if he could.