Chapter 59

You looked around the grimy, little flat above the tool shop for possibly the last time. So many memories were caked into the walls, floors and dilapidated furniture of this place. So many stains of spilt takeout sauces and bodily fluids. Right here was where you had lost every virginity you'd had. The cracked mirror in the bathroom had seen your reflection turn every shade from innocent young schoolboy, into make-upped, balloon-breasted cumbucket.

You'd had some good times here… as well as difficult ones. Laughing and joking with Skeg and his friends, your new adopted family… even as they'd plonked you from lap to lap like a fuckable game of pass the parcel. You'd certainly learned some things about yourself, over the years. Your truest wants, dreams, purpose and capabilities. The scared little crossdresser who'd first crossed this threshold could never have known just how many unknown men and women he'd end up bringing to climax here. You felt a strange burst of pride there… and nostalgia. For those times when you'd first set out upon this path; a timid eighteen year old boy in your step-sister’s ill-fitting dress and panties. The degrading, humiliating embarrassment of trying to pretend you were someone you weren’t… before sucking cock became just second nature to you.

There was a piece of peeling wallpaper, next to the light switch. You tore it off and popped it into your pushed up cleavage… still not quite used to the novelty of having an ample storage area there. Skeg had spent a small fortune getting you the best breasts money could buy, so you felt you should make use of them in every capacity you could. You'd keep that little memento of times gone by there, as long as possible. Then you clicked the lights off and headed downstairs, to where the others were waiting.

Your step-sibling was leaning against the counter, looking as radiant as ever. No hint of the two pregnancies she had now gone through left on her perfect body… Though the baby glued to her unveiled breast might count as one. Little Jakob looked up at you with calm, clever eyes. His older sister, Josephine, made herself known in much more raucous terms.

"Aunty Jo! Let’s gooooo…"

Your nephew of so many possible fathers swang on the arm of Terry, the other femboy suffering such attentions amiably. It was strange to think that they had started life with such a wide range of scantily-clad babysitters, all of whom they simply saw as surrogate parents. So different from your own, arm's-length upbringing. Nancy was also now on her second swelling. It was a good thing you were all about to have a lot more space. By the way things were going it was a miracle even you and Terry hadn’t got pregnant… and not from lack of trying.

There had been one last, grand fuckathon over the previous day… while Nancy had babysat elsewhere. All the toolshop's menu on offer, and not a penny to pay for any hole of any of you. Your rectum still felt sore enough to make you walk with a limp and throat remained full of the cloying flavour of who knew how many separate loads of semen. Every customer you'd ever had seemed to turn up to deposit one last donation inside you or Jenny or Terry or Katie. It had been a non-stop orgy for hours on end, lubricated mostly by the leavings of the previous visitor. You'd barely had time to mull over the changing course of your existence… in a constant state of simply stroking or sucking or bucking your hips back against whatever was presented to you.

In fact there had been a moment of pristine clarity… as you finally caught a breath among the bucking, sweating bodies of your companions. You had gulped down yet another salty expulsion, and had a few scant moments before the next provider might arrive. All around you, the people you cared for most in all the world were naked and writhing. Moaning and gasping through the invasions of stranger after stranger.

You'd watched Terry, limp and long-limbed, lying back and basking on the edge of euphoria as his own gullet and asshole were filled and ravaged. Katie, stalwart and calm as ever, burying her tongue in someone's cooch while two men fought over the use of her lower holes. And closest of all… your own dear step-sister. Able to take two phalluses in her vag at once, since the pregnancies. The one that had, ultimately, brought you all here and chosen this life for you. Blonde hair drenched in sweat. Breasts, belly and chin dribbling with cooling puddles of ejaculate. Her eyes met yours and she had smiled, wider and warmer than she ever had before. This was everything she had ever wanted, and you were part and parcel in that. Even now, that second-hand fulfilment sent shivers down your spine.

But, back in the present… things were moving forward once again. The five of you headed out to the waiting taxi, locking the door of the shop behind you. That era of your life was over… but much more was yet ahead.