Time skip: one month later...

You wake up in the master bedroom of Mike's house... Which is also your house, nowadays. No offense to your own family, but April and Peter are way better parents where it counts, so getting them to adopt you was a no-brainer.

You haven't quite figured out the sleeping arrangements yet, so every night is like a game of musical chairs as you decide where to sleep and who to bring with you. The most popular arrangement has you and one of your new parents in the master bedroom, while the other joins Mike in his room... But sometimes you want both twins to yourself. Cramming all four of you in one bed can be a good time, too, at least when you're down for a night with more sweat and less rest. Needless to say, there were a lot of nights like that for the first few weeks.

This morning, though, you find yourself completely alone. It's a Saturday, so it can't be that everyone's run off to work... So where is everyone?

With that question in mind, you hop out of bed and open the closet that used to be Peter's. Your new father doesn't wear as much clothing as he used to, and his old wardrobe is completely off-limits, so you find yourself with a lot of fashion choices nowadays.

You glance at the room's other closet, which is full to bursting with every shiny, frilly, or see-through garment that's caught your eye over the past month. A few outfits are even lying on the floor, including a dress made of clear plastic and a cum-stained french maid costume. That last one is Mike's favorite, and either April and Peter tend to wear it a couple times a week.

Turning back to your own wardrobe, you select a striped t-shirt and dress pants. The pants have a hole in the crotch, just big enough to let your cock comfortably hang out. Peter was **** to cut that hole in his favorite work pants, but of course he wasn't in a position to refuse. They can get breezy at times, but it's a pretty warm day, and you intend to keep your shaft buried in one hole or another anyway.

Clothes on and morning wood beginning to stir, you walk out of the bedroom and head downstairs.