Scene 8

Looking up from his task, Jackson looked past the half wall that separated the kitchen from the living room, seeing the back of Linc’s head as he sat on the couch. What had garnered his attention away from the oh so fun task of mopping the kitchen floor, something he hadn’t done since he was a kid was the fact his friend had turned off the college football game on the tv. The Utah Oregan game was really close, even if he wasn’t able to sit and watch it, at least he could listen and see a bit of the game, but now the tv had been turned to netflix so Linc could watch a boring documentary called Hidden History. “Hey! Do you think you could maybe pitch in?”

Lincoln turned his head enough to see Jacqueline in the kitchen. Seeing she wanted something he turned his body in the seat, moving his arm across the back of the couch. He had spent little over an hour at the gym that morning, if he didn’t have a book on tape running through his ear buds he was sure the hard work of lifting this, pulling that or riding the exercise bike would have bored him to tears. He had ended it feeling exhausted and desperately needing a shower, but when he came in the door seeing the way his friend was dressed as they moved around the apartment with a washcloth, a feather duster and a can of pledge for dusting. Those old nineteen fifties looks with girls dressed up, wearing heels as they went about their chores around the house was something he enjoyed. Something he also didn’t think was real, but here was Jacqueline, not dressed like a housewife from that area, but still dressed up doing chores while wearing heels inside. While Madison had all the blinds open in the apartment as she washed the windows in a short dark jean skirt and a black blouse that she hadn’t bothered to fully button, giving him a good view of her breasts inside her purple bra that had a tiny little white bow at its center. She wasn’t wearing heels, in fact her feet were bare other than a pair of black nylons.

Instead of heading off to the bedroom he went over and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist, giving a kiss to her cheek and loving the little squeak of surprise she let out. He still wasn’t sure how the future was going to go, but soon enough one of the Hart girls would be changing their last name to Hatch and considering the footjob that happened last night he was feeling particularly affectionate towards the now blonde Hart sister.

“I’m happy to help you more. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, it should be running now. I changed our bed sheets and cleaned up everything on the floor.” Jackson looked past his friend, over to the television that no longer had football on.

“There is still plenty to do!” Lincoln picked up the remote about to turn the tv off when Madison spoke up.

“Leave him alone sis, we don’t have much more to do. Finish up the kitchen floor, then you can put on those yellow gloves and clean your bathroom and I will tackle the bathroom out here.” Jackson found himself pouting, he had just thought about that morning how he didn’t want to have to end up cleaning the bathroom and here he was having to do just that. He was at least thankful he didn’t have some girly apron to wear to protect his clothes. His sister saying how she wished they had a pair to wear, but she would order some cute ones for cooking and cleaning in for later. He couldn’t be too upset about Linc, or the cleaning, how he was dressed or even the burnt scrambled eggs that he ate. He laughed at the thought. ‘I literally can’t thanks to the little pills. Maddy gave me one, but I took another from her bottle, one is never going to be enough to handle what I have to go through.’

It was later that day, the apartment clean all three residents sat in the living room. Madison on the floor with her laptop sitting on the coffee table as she glared at the lines of code on the screen. An emergency ticket had come in, an update someone else had put forward without testing had broken the connection between a series of computers and some associated printers. Her coworker had been lazy and just exported his work to all the terminals at the location without considering it messed with the naming convention of the printers and she was the one on call this weekend.

While she plugged away at the problem, that was more time consuming than difficult, Lincoln and Jackson sat on the couch. Lincoln sat on one end, with Jackson sitting up against him with his blonde haired head resting on his shoulder, his heels sitting on the floor so he could rest his feet and have them curled up on the couch with him. When Jackson had first sat down, happy to be done with the cleaning Madison had already been plugging away on her laptop.

“The two of you should sit together.” She pointed at both people, Lincoln with her left hand and her sibling with the right and then moved her fingers together to illustrate what she meant. “You need to keep acting like a couple, you know, giving little kisses when one of you gets up or leaves a room or comes back. Sitting together, that sort of thing or it will be clear something is up with how awkward you two are together at times.” Madison saw the **** look on her newly minted sister's face, she really didn’t get it. If they had already been intimate and they both now knew that she was aware of it, why didn’t her sibling just act on their feelings? “I guess you don’t have to if you want me to steal your man away from you. How about it Linc?”

Lincoln looked between the two pretty gals. Madison had buttoned up her blouse shortly after he had come home, a change he was sad about,but she had taken the time to put on makeup saying how the two of them needed to look presentable for that evening. Jacquline looked much as she did earlier, but her makeup was more vivid, especially with her lips having that matte red lipstick on. The lipstick he recalled said long lasting, kiss proof it, when he had picked it up off his dresser. “Can I have you both?”

“Typical male.” Madison said, rolling her eyes, while Jackson just smacked his shoulder. They had talked about him not straying and committing to helping him. And they had talked about him staying away from his sister, something he seemed to need a violent reminder of.

“Aren’t you dating Callie?” Madison looked up from her screen again, shrugging at the questioned when both of them knew she would be arriving shortly.

“I’m not your typical girl, I can enjoy two things at once.” Jackson glowered at her, reaching down to unbuckled his boots and unzip them before shifting in the seat to plop his feet down in Jackson’s lap. Expecting him to just start massaging them.

“Well you aren’t going to enjoy Linc he is…” Jackson was about to say mine, but felt a little queasy at the notion that a man belonged to him, even as he felt the man’s warm strong hands start to knead the muscles and tendons in one of his feet. “Just forget it!” Shortly after that is when Jackson ended up cuddling up next to the man, happy to be watching one of the college games that was recorded. It didn’t matter to him that Linc was looking at his phone, it was just nice to do something remotely manly, even if he didn’t look the part.

The game didn’t even make it to half time when a knock came to the door. Madison closed her laptop, tossing it into Lincoln’s lap as she scrambled to her feet and half ran towards the door. Jackson took note of how his friend's eyes moved from his sister's chest to her backside as she went past and was sure he would have turned around in his seat to keep watching if he wasn’t leaning on him. Before his sister could open the door, the realization he was still leaning on another man hit him and he jumped up, giving his friend a tight uncomfortable smile when he looked perplexed at the sudden movement.

The only things that had to be done was for Jackson to get his purse, one of the new ones that he had gotten the other day, a black uncured leather purse with a few tassles hanging down from the top. Inside he had the long girly wallet that had two twenty dollar bills inside that he had gotten from Linc. His friend wasn’t happy about handing over the money, saying how she… Jackson hated being referred to with the female pronouns. That she was supposed to be paying more. All he had to do was give him a kiss the the cheek, pout and flutter his lashes and say “Pweeease!” For him to produce the money, it felt a little wrong but it felt a lot more hilarious. The other contents of the purse, many a thing he didn’t want to be carrying were two tampons, his house keys, a compact, mascara, lipstick, for some reason a backup pair of earrings, tissues, three condoms, a purple pen, two bandaids, some breath mints and his phone, with a small bottle of hand sanitizer clipped to the purses strap. With that and his heeled boots back on he met his sister at the door, who had slipped on a pair of four inch slingback black pumps.

Callie hadn’t come into the apartment, she went back down the car saying she had to park on the street and hadn’t paid the meter. So Jackson hadn’t seen her till they got outside, the girl looked like sex on two legs to him, but considering the closest thing he had gotten to action was giving a blow job and cumming from a wet dream or wet nightmare he saw a lot of girls that way. Callie had her blonde hair in a braided updo, had lined her eyes with eyeliner, sparkly pink eyeshadow, her dark curled lashes told him she was wearing mascara and the way her lips looked told him how she had outlined her lips with a pencil before filling them in with brush of pink lipstick that made them look almost wet. Before he had to learn about makeup he would have just said she had pink lipstick and eyeshadow, not picking up on the little details, she had spent much more time to look nice tonight than she did for a shift at her job as a bartender and her outfit. Jackson had to contain a growl as he looked Callie over. She wore a black bodycon part dress that hugged her body tight, the hem wasn’t short like a mini dress, but it didn’t come close to her knees either. The bodice looked like it help lift her breasts, putting a great deal of cleavage on display as the shoulder straps crossed over the rest of her chest, cross-crossing and without sleeves it left her shoulders bare. She had on a pair of what he would call barbie pink five inch heels stiletto pointed toe heels. Callie seemed to match the color of her shoes to her nail polish and for accessories other than some dangling silver earrings with a pink stone the only other jewelry she wore was a delicate silver ankle bracelet.

“You look, you look.” Jackson was about to say sex or hot while his mind said wet dream, but she didn’t know who he was other than Lincoln’s girlfriend and Madison’s little sister, so he had to play the role he played at work. “Fab, really Callie you look ready to kill!” The pretty bartender gave Jackson a bright smile, making his heart beat a little quicker.

“I may have overdone it a little, but I have never been to a place like this. I would rather go to a gentlemen's club, the entertainment is more to my liking. The two of you look wonderful too, but I do feel like I should go back and change.”

“NO!” Jackson called out, swallowing hard after he did so. “I mean like you look amazing and you can never be overdressed if you feel beautiful.” Madison saw the way Callie was looking at her little sister as she slid up next to her, taking her hand in her own and giving her a light kiss on the lips.

“Jacqueline is right, you are beautiful and you promised to keep an open mind about tonight. Besides you are in good company, I’m an old hat and my little sister hasn’t been to an establishment like this before either.”

Callie smiled, wrapping one arm around Madison’s waist, returning the kiss she was given with one of her own. “I am a woman of my word, I will keep an open mind.”

“Good because you will be seeing your share of cock tonight.” Callie frowned, but didn’t let go of the girl in her arms.

“Not a fan of cocks, but I am a fan of you.” That put a big smile on Madison’s face.

“Well I’m happy your coming to experience something I like. I do like cocks and…” Madison pointed her thumb over at Jackson. “Jacqueline loves a good cock. Don’t you sis?”

Jackson didn’t feel embarrassed by what they were saying, the feeling was almost there, mixed with his nerves, but the two beers he drank while watching the game with Lincoln had mixed in his system with the medication and he was feeling just fine, and more than a little horny looking at his sister's date. “Yeah…” He didn’t, but his sister wanted him to play a role and he had lost the bet. He blinked a few times, trying to remember if he agreed to come along or come along and have a good time or at least pretend to have a good time. He knew she had something along those lines, but he wasn’t sure if it was part of the agreement.

Madison was teasing her brother, but the way he stood there in his heeled boots in a pigeon toed stance, looking so girly made her want to push him some more to finally admit the things he had bottled up, that is was okay to be the girl he wanted to be.“Come on… say it like you mean it. Tell Callie and I the truth.”

He wanted to laugh at any of this being the truth, but he also didn’t want to stand out here on the street feeling the cool wind blow across his pantyhose covered legs and bare arms. Relenting only made things go quicker and that was exactly what he wanted from the night, for it to be over quicker. “You know me, I love cock.” When Madison laughed it caused Callie to laugh as well.

“Well I hope you love your boyfriends more, of course that is unless you like something better, something more feminine.” Madison narrowed her eyes at her date for the evening.

“I told you she is straight, you love your boyfriend and his dick don’t you Jacqueline.” That feeling inside of Jackson grew a little more, but couldn’t seem to make its way to the surface. He motioned to the car to indicate he wanted to get going, stepping over to the back door as he answered. “I do, I do I love my Lincoln and his manhood.” Callie scrunched up her nose as she looked at Madison.

“She doesn’t sound sincere to me.” While Madison had pressed her lips together in a line.

“Will you stop hitting on my little sister while I’m at least right in front of you. You are holding me while you flirt!” Callie gave a little shrug.

“I do like relationships.” She gave a little squeeze to Madison’s side. “But it was you who said I should try to have a little more fun and be more free spirited.” Madison huffed, shaking her head.

“First Lincoln wanting a three way and now you. We are not those kind of siblings.” Callie laughed, it was almost a musical thing to Jackson.

“I’m teasing, I’m teasing… mostly.”

Soon the three were off, paying the cover charge to get in the door to the club. The music was thumping over speakers, not loud enough that they couldn’t hear one another, but plenty loud enough that no one was going to be having any deep conversations. Coming into the club the trio walked past the bar, for a Saturday night seemed to have plenty of seats open and into a lounge type area that faced a stage. Currently there wasn’t anyone on it, but he could see a gaggle of girls chanting something he couldn’t hear, but considering one was wearing a little plastic tiara and had a sash across her he was pretty sure it was a bachelorette party. He saw a few older women sitting alone nursing drinks and one other couple. While a handful of men walked around the room, each looking like they spent most of their time working out to get what he would call pretty or show muscles. One was walking around with only a black speedo on, another a speedo and just the collar and cuffs of what should be a button up shirt and a third that seemed to have someone poured himself into a suit jacket that looked ready to burst if he so much as flexed.

“Like what you see?” Jackson snapped his head in the direction of his sister. He scrunched his nose up like he had seen Callie do to her earlier before taking a seat at the small table, smoothing his skirt as he sat and crossing his leg over the other at the knee.

“So this is nice.” Callie said, raising her voice. Madison gave her a look, knowing she was being sarcastic. She turned her head to the side giving her a small smile before patting her leg and then looked away, raising her hand in the air. Waving around her palm in the direction of the bar a few times before lowering it when she was sure they saw her.

“The first two rounds are on me, my little sister is a bit broke after getting her hair done. I would rather her not drink at all though.” Madison made eye contact with her feminized brother. Him knowing exactly what she was talking about. He shook his head, not to tell her he wasn’t going to drink, but to say there was no chance he wasn’t if he had to be here.

“Well I think you look great as a blonde, you should convince your sister to give it a try and then we can be a pack.” Madison shook her head.

“A pack of blondes? Pass, I’m happy with what my Momma gave me.”

“What can I get you fine ladies?” A deep baritone voice said, pulling all of their attention away from their own conversation.

Madison eyed the man up in front of her, he had light brown skin, wore the same black speedo that all the other men wore, a black vest that was open to show off his six pack and a white shirt collar with a black bowtie. The group ordered their drinks and soon enough were enjoying them as the music that filled the room changed so something softer as an announcer spoke.

“Ladies, we here at Men in Motion are hoping you are having a good time and would like you to prepare yourselves for some fun!” Right after the announcer spoke the music turned back up playing the song I wanna Sex You up by Color Me Badd. Jackson took a long pull from his Long Island iced tea, glancing at the glass with a smile as he enjoyed the sweet flavor of a properly made drink. It always amazed him that a drink with tequila, run, triple sec and vodka all together could taste so good without tasting like he was drinking pure ****. Looking away from the glass he saw a lean toned man come on to the stage dressed much like the big men around the club and then another man, this one taller with much broader shoulders and then a third and a fourth as if the song had summoned them. The sight of their abs, their biceps made Jackson feel like less of a man.

Here he was wearing high heels, lipstick across his lips, appearing for all the world female. While those men got to look like that… it felt so unfair. Sitting there he groaned watching the muscle bound men start to dance. “The world is so unfair.” He whispered to himself. He wanted to go back to looking like himself, but even then he would never look like them and considering the sizes of the bulges in their speedos he would never compare. He brought his glass to his lips, drinking down half of the drink in one long pull. Closing his eyes as he tried to focus on the drink, instead of the music and the show that was on the stage. A task he found impossible, he wasn’t even able to ignore the yells and shouts from his sister as she vocalized her enjoyment. Jackson felt her hand on his shoulder, giving him an excuse to look at her instead of the toned lean man that was closest to them on the stage.

Jackson saw her touching both himself and Callie. “Come on, cheer! Let yourselves get into it, it is all part of the fun!” He would rather leave, he would rather run and he was definitely not going to be making bets with his sister anytime soon. Drinking down the last of his drink he slapped it back down on the table a little harder than he had intended before doing as he was told. He had been to more than a few strip clubs, something he really shouldn’t have done when money was so tight. He loved looking at the sexy woman, loved feeling them dancing on him, against him and he always left drunk, somehow both happy and sexually frustrated. The last part was tempered by his hand when he got home. One thing was always true though, the quite guy so long as he didn’t look creepy always pulled girl after girl to them to try and pry that patrons wallet open. Tonight he didn’t want men doing that to him, and that meant doing exactly what his sister wanted, what she was doing. So he threw one of his hands up into the air yelling out with false excitement at the show in front of him. “WOOOOOO! YEAH!” It made him feel like if he died on the way here his spirit could say well it could have been worse.

So he ordered another drink and then another, the show on the stage going from multiple men to just a single one, changing from person to person. He knew men weren’t Callie’s cup of tea, but even she was smiling as she got a dance from one man, his sister cheering on both her and the person dancing by their table. His mind felt fuzzy, the world was… things were okay. Jackson knew he was drunk, but with it he was incredibly relaxed even in this environment. Heck when he wasn’t feeling anxious or hating on himself or his sister for making him be here, Jackson was able to realize he had been much worse off. These were just men dancing, he was just watching a show, one he didn’t care for, but it was just a show. Really it was more demeaning to have lost the bet to his friend to let him play with his fake tits and this was a far cry from when he was down on his knees in the supply room.

Watching Callie’s expression, Jackson was actually enjoying himself, he watched in fascination as the man took her hand in his own, moving her pink nailed fingers across his stomach and then down to his crotch. He was literally watching a girl he knew to be a lesbian run her fingers down what was obviously a mans erect dick that was contained in his little underwear, with the word contain doing a lot of heavy lifting. Sure she was doing it as the man guided her hand, but still it was erotic to see her face, she was smiling, but it was an unsure smile. He could imagine her being in one of the porn videos he watched, her saying how she wasn’t sure if they should, that it wasn’t right, but in the end she was still going to be blowing or fucking the guy and as she let the man guide her hand into cupping his balls he felt himself start getting hot and horny. This wasn’t the environment to feel that way, but watching this girl, this woman that he thought looked like sex on legs when he first saw her this evening doing a man’s crotch… Jackson wasn’t self aware enough with the medication and **** to know how much he was smiling, how it was a big enough smile to show the top row of his teeth.

“Oh yeah, you like that, you like that!?” Jackson could hear the man say to Callie.

“I do! Yeah Callie, get that cock!” Madison cheered on, causing her date to look over at her for some reassurance. The two cosmopolitans lessened her inhibitions enough that she hadn’t even tried to pull her hand away. Jackson licked his lips, his attention pulling away for a moment as the waiter came by, him pointing to his empty glass. He was shocked by the sight he saw when he turned back, the dancer was now free of his underwear. Jackson had no idea that when his sister said they would be seeing dick tonight that it would actually really happen, most strip clubs didn’t do fully nude… his hazy mind ignoring the shirt cuffs and bowtie. He had been wrong about that and wrong about the guy being hard, it was more like semi hard, but it seemed more like the guy was part elephant with what he had packed away. Jackson couldn’t look away, it wasn’t that he wanted to look at the dick, but it was the largest he had ever seen. He wasn’t even sure how this man actually had sex with anyone without them being in pain.

Movement from his sister caused him to move his eyes in her direction, she had looked over to him, her eyebrows up close to her hairline, eyes wide as she nodded a few times. Mouthing the letters O M G.

“He’s huge!” Jackson’s drunken mind had him say what came to his mind unfiltered.

“I know right!? Now that is a monster of a cock! Jacqueline, you said you love cock right?” Madison tilted her head to the side, motioning towards the man that wasn’t exactly having Callie jerk him off, but it was close as he kept dancing or well thrusting a massive smile on his face. Jackson felt a deep blush come to his face as he made eye contact with the man.

“I do love cock…” He partially whispered, repeating the words his sister had made him say before they had gotten in the car. A part of his mind yelled, screamed that his was wrong, even saying that was crossing a line, much like it did earlier. It was still better than the chant Madison tried to start in the car on the way here. “Cock, Dick, Penis, Cock, Dick Penis, we are going to go see some dancing Cocks!” It wasn’t catchy and she wasn’t able to get either of the other people in the car to say it along with her, though Jackson could see a smile on Callie’s face in the rearview mirror when he looked to the front seat. He imagined she was amused by how excited Maddy was at the evening's activities. Watching them exchange some whispers, he only catching the words “At home” and “bed” giving him a decent idea of the topic.

When the man walked away, Jackson fanned himself before touching his fourth drink of the night to the side of his neck. He felt turned on watching Callie do that, not just because watching a beautiful woman let herself be controlled, led by a man to touch him, though that was part of it. Something about just knowing it was taboo, this girl played for another team and still did it, did it drunk, but still it made it hotter. If he could take her to the type of club he would rather visit, he wondered how far she would go there, letting another woman sit in her lap, to grind on her.

Somewhere in the middle of his fourth drink after another round of the man dancing together on the stage, Jackson was no longer caring about anything that was taboo or that he didn’t care for it, he got caught up in the cheers not just from Maddy and Callie, but the other woman around the lounge. “WOOO!” He called out, going up to stuff a few bills in a mans underwear after Maddy had done the same, getting both her date and him to spend their money to encourage the show. This was their living Jackson thought, they should be paid. He would toss a dollar or two to a street performer if he stopped to listen and doing this, stuffing bills in strippers underwear was part of the experience. Jackson laughed along with the others at the table, played along when his sister was trying to embarrass him. He was way past feeling anything close to that, she wasn’t going to get a rise out of him. Jackson played along at first to show it didn’t bother him, but after that fourth drink had been finished, a glass of water on the table in front of him after he wasn’t even taking the time to consider anything, just answering without a thought.

“Jacqueline, what do you like?”

“Cocks!” Jackson said with a slur.

“What do you love?”

“COCKS!”

“Do you like dicks or cocks better?” He pulled his head back a little, furrowing his brow at what he thought was a trick question.

“They are the same!” He yelled back at her, raising his voice over the music. Sitting there he began to laugh, it started as a small thing but went on for twenty seconds, his chest moving more and more as the intensity went up. ‘I have a dick, and wow… I want to use it but I’m here surrounded by dicks… by cocks. GOD that guy was big! How does he even walk… no, no’ Jackson shook his head as the laughter started to subside. ‘He wasn’t that big… your just drunk.’ “I’m just drunk!” He declared happily.

It felt like just a second or two had passed, Jackson blinking, feeling a rough hand, a large warm hand holding his own. He smacked his lips together, blinking again, smiling at how odd it was to see the curtain of dark lashes. Wondering briefly if girls just stopped noticing them after a while, his thoughts moving like they were swimming through molasses as he looked up to who was holding his hand. It was the smaller guy… he was standing really close to him. Jackson wasn’t sure when he had gotten there. “You look strong… it isn’t fair. I would love abs like this…” Jackson spoke slowly as he looked up to the man with short cropped blonde hair, paying little attention to the gray eyes that looked back down at him. Only that his hand was being moved across his stomach, Jackson’s fingers tracing the edges of the muscles of the six pack in front of him.

“It takes a good deal of work, I don’t know about getting you abs like this, but I would be happy to work out with you.” Jackson smacked his lips together again, he felt thirty.

“Yeah?” He asked smiling up at the guy, having a hard time focusing on him as his sister made wooing noises next to him.

“Jacqueline, tell him what you love!” Jackson turned his head to look at her for a second blinking slowly, still feeling the had muscles of the man. ‘He is really nice. I should work out and then I wouldn’t look like a girl. Yeah…’ He squinted at Madison.

“Cocks?”

“Tell him not me!” Jackson swiveled his head, it felt so heavy and floaty at the same time.

“I like cocks.” His head dipped forward, Jackson’s eyes having to look higher up to look at his face. ‘He has a nice smile, I bet he gets lots of girls. So unfair.’ He hardly noticed when his hand was pulled down from the abs.

“Jacqueline huh? Nice name, I’m Blake.”

“Hi Blake! I’m…” He was about to say Jackson, but he stoped speaking, his mouth still open remembering he shouldn’t say that, but it taking an extra second to recall why.

“He knows your name girl!” Jackson heard Callie call from across the table from him. He didn’t pay attention that Blake was curling his fingers around the waistband of his underwear as he looked across the table, away from him to Callie. ‘She has such pretty eyes’ He smiled widely at her showing all of his white teeth.

“You are sooooo pretty!” Jackson felt warm inside seeing her smile at him. He then felt the hand gone from his hand it felt a shame because Blake’s hand was so warm and his arms were so cold. ‘I should have worn a longer sleeve shirt… oh oh a jacket or sweater yeah I could have done that.” He moved his now free hand, feeling fabric in it. Jackson didn’t recall picking up a napkin or anything… there wasn’t even a napkin on the table that didn’t have a drink on it. ‘I should get another drink.’ He thought looking at what he was holding, a black piece of fabric that had velcro on the sides, they looked like underwear that were made to pull apart.

What he was holding hadn’t quite dawned on Jackson as he looked back to the man that had been kind of dancing in front of him. “Yeah, yeah he was dancing like did I pay him to dance for me like I did for girls. Did I do that?’ He couldn’t recall the moments that led up to his hand being held, but the sight in front of him was crystal clear. Blake now had no underwear and was way more than just a little hard. The dick was pointing right at his face, it felt surreal like he had been in this moment in time before with a cock in front of him that wasn’t there a second a second before. Raising his hand Jackson pointed at the member that wasn’t enormous like the elephant man, but it was both longer and thicker than his own. Jackson pouted looking at it, just another thing that wasn’t fair.

Blinking a few times at what was in front of him, Jackson turned his head to look at Callie. He didn’t think she looked surprised, she didn’t look turned on either. ‘She is going to go home with Maddy… in my old room. Why… why are things so unfair!?’ When he thought of his sister he noticed she wasn’t in her seat and turning his head the other way back to Blake he found her standing next to the guy. Putting a few bills down in front of him on the table with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other. Jackson shook his head, he didn’t want to see her touch a guy. He knew his sister was pretty and men would say sexy. ‘Linc thinks she is, why do I care if he sleeps with her? Why do I…’ Jackson’s half lidded eyes opened wider not because he felt his sister take his hand, but when she touched his hand to the man's dick. She had wrapped his hand around it, and made him stroke the guy. It wasn’t until the second stroke, Blake groaning that his eyes snapped away from it to his sister.

“You said you love cock, here is one. I bet your mouth is watering right now.” Jackson smacked his lips together again, his mouth wasn’t watering, he needed to drink something. “I bet Blake here would let you suck on his manhood if you asked.” Jackson looked between his sister and the stripper, seeing his move his lips into a line, his muscles tensing as he nodded. His hand moved along the dick in his hand, sliding along it. Not fully on his own power as his sister moved it, but he wasn’t resisting either, he wasn’t even thinking about it.

‘I don’t want to suck Blakes did, I don’t want to touch it… why am I, wait why is he excited to even… oh yeah I’m a girl, I look like a girl.’ Jackson’s sluggish thoughts were interrupted as Blake stepped closer, the dick only an inch away from his mouth. When Madison stopped moving his hand up and down the shaft he stopped moving his arm, but he hadn’t let go either. All his focus on the tip of the dick that seemed to want to stab him in the face.

“You love cock?” Madison asked with a giggle. She knew that she was told her brother had sucked on a dick, had demanded to suck on Lincoln’s dick, but part of her still had doubt. She could put together pieces that could show her brother's interest, his real feelings over the years, but she just couldn’t see it before and it felt off. Here tonight she now has Jackson’s… Jacqueline’s hand wrapped around a dick, her inhibitions lowered from the **** and she wanted to see where it went.

“I love cock.” Jackson answered automatically to the question that had been asked to him a dozen times that night.

“Do you want to suck on Blake’s dick?” Jackson shook his head, his hand still wrapped around the base of the male appendage that pointed at his face.

“Why not?” He heard his sister whisper.

“Because, because…”

“Is it because you have a favorite dick, because you want to be loyal?” He swallowed the almost non-existent saliva in his mouth before nodding.

“Whose cock is your favorite?”

“Mine.” He let out a whimper, feeling the dick in his hand throbbing from the blood flow.

“Yours? Jacqueline, do you mean your boyfriends? When you say yours, are you saying you own your boyfriend's dick?” He nodded again.

“Do you only want Lincoln's dick?” ‘No… I don’t want any dick… i’m not a girl and… I want my own dick, but no not like that.’ He self corrected his hazy thought with a giggle, finally letting go of the dick in front of him as he nodded again, not wanting the man in front of him to know they shared a gender. ‘He is so much more of a man than me… but we can work out it would make things better. If I… if I worked out no one would mistake me for a girl. Then I could quit, why can’t I just quit?’

“Don’t just nod silly, say it.” Jackson had been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed Blake's expression change to something… ‘He is sad.’ Jackson flicked his eyes down to the erection, that was now further away, the man taking a step back when his dick was released. ‘He is going to have such blue balls, I’m going to have such blue balls.’ He couldn’t help looking at the man's balls when he thought it. An erect did right in front of him, Jackson couldn’t help at least keep glancing at it, it was like a train wreck. Horrible and yet captivating.

“Sorry Blake, but umm I have a boyfriend.” Madison put another bill down on the table, giving the stripper a small smile, glancing down at his dick before giving him a larger one. She gave her sibling a squeeze to the shoulder as she moved back to her seat.

“So you like cock, but only love Lincoln’s cock?” Jackson reached for the water in front of him, shaking his head before taking a few sips of the ice cold water.

“No? Then should we call Blake back over?” He made eye contact with his sister, shaking his head vigorously, the movement causing him to feel dizzy even as he still sat in his chair.

“So you like cock, but you looove your boyfriends cock?” When he nodded Madison leaned forward on the table, glancing over to her date before looking back to her feminized brother. “So say it.” Jackson smirked at her, giving a shrug.

“I love cock, I love cock, but I love Lincon’s cock so much more!” He said in a sing song manner while he kept looking into his sisters eyes. ‘She isn’t going to get the better of me!’

“I want another drink!” He frowned at the water, he wanted something with flavor to it.

Letting out a sigh Callie looked around the room. “Okay one more… then we have to go I can’t drive if I drink…” A hiccup interrupted her sentence. “I can’t drink if I drive I mean drive if I drink.” Madison leaned closer to her kissing her on the lips.

“You are always beautiful, but you are adorable when you are drunk and we are taking an uber back to my place. No driving for you miss drunky.” She said having only pulled back a few inches after the kiss, before going in for another.

“That sounds good, one more drink and then we get the uber.”