in boots and knee-socks

A few times through the course of the night, Jesse woke up thinking there was someone else in the room. A naked woman dressed up like a cat, lounging upon the window seat. A slim figure in the shadows, deftly sketching their sleeping forms.

The third time it happened, there was little doubt at all. His eyelids flickered open to a sound of distinct huffing, and a weight upon the mattress, separating him and Suzy. Blearily, the sissy sat up to see his friend squeezing his own breasts together, creating a warm and squishy valley for Uncle Larry to drive his cock through.

“Sorry, did we wake you?” Offered the owner of the bed, not seeming particularly put out to have been caught in this act. His ‘Uncle’ couldn’t really say anything at all, caught up in the moment of climaxing between his nephew’s tits. Having been distracted at such a vital moment, Suzy earned himself quite a mess across the face… coating one eyelid and clinging to his sleep-tousled hair. Again this didn’t seem to phase him though. He snuggled straight back up to Jesse while still stained and dripping, offering a slightly-sticky kiss to a blushing cheek. While the rotund older man simply heaved himself off, manoeuvring to the door with a slightly drunken sway to his step.

“Oh, my door is always unlocked... “ Stated Suzy quite plainly, while they shared a bubbly bath together, much later in the morning. The entrance to an on-suite bathroom was hidden behind a curtain in the corner of his bedroom. An odd design decision, considering the room itself had one great pane of glass that served as a wall onto the main upstairs corridor, and a floor of similar transparency. “Guests who are staying are always welcome to come pay me a visit overnight, unless I’m sharing Daddy’s bed that evening.”

The hosting sissy seemed back to his bubbling, excited self that morning. A far cry from the pensive, thoughtful creature of the night before. Jesse was happy to think his opportunist probing hadn’t upset the balance between them too much, at least on the surface. He was more than happy to let the other femboy shampoo his long hair and then spend half an hour or so braiding long ribbons and plaits into it. The only awkwardness coming from the fact that they both remained completely unclothed throughout, sat upon a bench before a three-way mirror. The visitor gazed down between his feet and was met with the view of a very similar room, complete with an equally large and ornate, steaming bathtub. In this lounged the elegant form of Lady Francine, without her cat this time… but already bearing a glass of dark, ruby liquid. She smiled up at him and tipped this slightly, in a long-fingered salute. Making no attempt to hide her body, nor the fact that she spent the entire time admiring his and Suzy’s. The raw, endless exposure of how his friend lived, day to day… was beginning to truly settle in for Jesse. His cramped, little dorm with Betsy was starting to seem like a haven of personal privacy.

“Shall we take the dogs out for a walk?” Came the suggestion, after they had both got dressed and breakfasted. Jesse once again found himself in someone else’s panties, though to be honest… after a week of strict school uniform rules… Wearing anything between his nethers seemed a strangely constrictive idea. Suzy had dressed them both in mis-matched knee-socks and clashing-coloured short skirts and boob-tubes. As a young femboy with a considerably more limited wardrobe, Jesse found himself a little awkward in all these attention-grabbing vivid shades and extensive periods dedicated just to doing makeup and dressing up. Yet he adored the loose-laced, high heeled riding boots he’d been given… and the way their two outfits looked ridiculously asymmetrical until they were beside each other, when it all just lined up. Like they were two parts of the same set.

The pair of them collected the twin hounds in question from a snoring hungover Uncle Larry, attaching long red leashes to the collars around their pink-skinned necks. It bothered Jesse how quickly he was picking up the idea of just thinking of them as tamed animals, rather than two young people around his own age: near-identical and crawling around naked upon their hands and knees. It didn’t help how clearly well practiced they were at waggling the fluffy, little tails sticking out of their rear ends and lolling their tongues in palpable excitement. The four of them marched out through the rear of the mansion, into a large expanse of green lawns and carefully placed hedges. It seemed impossible for Jesse to tell exactly how much land this garden actually took up, though guessing where they were in the city it couldn’t actually be anywhere near as much as it seemed. The holographic dome around them was showing some wild and rugged heath, dotted with creaking trees. Dragging trails of mist seemed to ebb and flow between the rises and hollows of the land. Various arches of foliage and independent collections of flowerbeds aided in the impression that this was an ancient estate that went on for miles, rather than one building among many in one of the city’s richest quarters.

“Just remember the neighbours can probably see in from their upstairs… neither of them can afford a dome.” Warned Suzy, with what was possibly pride in his smile.