Chapter 32

"So u-umm… I'm r-really sorry for letting you think I was a… a girl... for all this time…"

You stood before the court of the lounge, with your short skirt bunched up in whitened knuckles and yet another pair of your step-sister's panties tangled around your ankles. As if, without the incriminating evidence on full display, the jury would never believe it in testimony. Rod and Dave sat on the couch with blank faces, your ‘twin’ pinned between them with her legs splayed and a cock in either hand. Skeg leant against one of the arms, acting as both judge and prosecution, but chuckling all throughout.

Without a word. Dave reached up to his breast pocket and pulled out a small wad of notes. He undid the band around them, selected one, and passed it into Rod's waiting palm. The musclebound man looked utterly flabbergasted. His eyes flicking up and down from the top half of you to the bottom, unable to compute the two being connected.

Eventually, all he could break the silence with was an huge, exasperated: "Aww maaaan… I wuz gonna ask if I could put a baby in you, some day…"

As one… everyone else in the room burst into fits of laughter. Even you couldn't help feeling something of a sympathetic smile climbing your lips… The man looked genuinely dismayed. Giving you the wholly new experience of realising someone had actually wanted to get you pregnant.

"How would that have worked, even if she did 'ave the plumbin' for it?" Asked Rod, once he'd recovered some of his usual, stoic demeanour.

"Well, she coulda raised it here, an I'd like… drop of some've me wages every week. I'd come visit every day, obviously!"

The giant man seemed to be still hanging onto the tattered edges of this daydream, unwilling to let it fall away… despite all the ridicule. Leaving you to further contend with the thought that someone had wanted you to be their baby-mama mistress… and the fact that you were actually starting to feel sorry for snatching that dream away from him.

"Just think of how pretty the kids coulda been…" He continued, eyes glazing.

"What? Lumbering meatheads and androjee-nated…" Offered Skeg, still guffawing with tears in his eyes. "Well, I guess if those wages ran thin you'd always have the circus to fall back on…"

Somehow, this trial had got hideously sidetracked… and your own guilty conscience made you feel like you had to get it back on course. The sense that you’d tarnished these men’s vision of you as a pristine, little princess was surprisingly what ate at you the most. It had been nice, you realised… to play that role they’d wanted of you.

“U-umm, so… what do we do now?” You asked, finally dropping your skirt back down. Looking out at them from below a carefully-brushed fringe in a way you hoped was as cute and effeminate as possible. You didn’t want them to start treating you differently because of this… You didn’t want to feel like an awkward, out-of-place boy again…