Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This is a continuation of the progression from Covert (Incest) to Overt
(Exploitation) and eventually Pervert (Paternal Rape, and Torture.) I'm
avoiding Spoilers, but also tease the ending in the middle, since I ran
into a bit of a Wall.  A mental block, because it was too similar to some
of my own childhood experiences.  What it's all about, therapy for me,
after years to process my feelings about them.  So, while I'm avoiding it,
I might as well save the Climax for last, even though it's in the middle of
everything...

   ;

   "Tara"

   "Slut!"

   "Are you talking to me?"

   3 of them.  "You see any more sluts around here?"

   I looked around, "I don't know," tapped my chin, "How can you tell?"

   "Look what she's wearing!" He laughed.

   I didn't bother, I remember what I put on this morning.  Just turned
back, at the waist, over my shoulder, his friends were obviously looking at
the side of my tank top, while he was more interested in shamelessly
leering at my behind.  So, I smiled, nodded.  "It's hot," they glanced up,
"Huh?"

   "See, I told you she was a slut." He threw in a little pelvic thrust, in
slow motion, bending his knees to drive his point home.

   "Oh, so you must be the expert." I turned on my heel, and stepped
around. Right in front of him, and looked up.  "You're not a virgin, are
you."

   "Of course not," he kept the leer, and grin, but looked back and forth,
as if to confirm they're seeing this.

   "So, you don't mind telling me what a slut is?" Play dumb.

   "A girl like you'll fuck anyone."

   "Oh!  Is that so?  Why, I had no idea!  So tell me, sexpert, what do you
call a guy, who'll fuck anyone?"

   "Uh, stud?" His grin came right back, and he looked back and forth
again, so they'd laugh at his joke.

   "Bisexual?"

   "Huh?"

   "You said anyone, you bisexual, stud?"

   "No, I ain't gay."

   "I didn't ask if you're gay, I asked if you're bisexual." I looked
around, "You sure like to hang out with the boys, talk about sex, get them
turned on, huh?"

   "Haha, she's got you there, Ray."

   "Quiet, Lewis.  I'm talking to her."

   "Lewis, huh?" He swallowed, and nodded.  "What about you?"

   He shook his head, "I'm not.  Bisexual, or anything."

   "Are you a virgin?"

   He looked away, "No?" At his friends.

   "What about your friend, uh hM?"

   "Karl." He nodded.  "Uh huh?"

   "That mean you're bisexual, or a virgin?"

   "A virgin." He looked up, grinned at the Alpha.

   "Good, virgins are so hot.  You know, why studs don't like sluts?"

   "Uh uh."

   "How about you Ray?  You're the stud, right?  The experienced one, who
calls girls sluts.  Why, you can spot one a mile away, just from the way I
dress.  So, tell me, what's wrong with sluts, stud?"

   "Uh," his wingmen started to cover their snickers.  He looked around,
and his grin was gone.  Replaced by an expression of betrayal.

   "If you're such a stud, then who'd you have sex with?"

   "Lots of girls." defensive.

   "Sluts, or prudes?"

   "Well, sluts I guess."

   "Then what problem, could you possibly have with sluts, stud?  You know,
I don't like that word." I turned back.

   "Slut?"

   "No, stud.  Say.  Karl.  Lewis?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "You know, the problem with studs is there's no telling where they've
been.  What kinds of sluts they've been fucking, you never can tell what
kind of diseases you can catch.  So, you don't want a stud, like that."

   "Hey."

   "Fuck off, Ray."

   "Hey!" he grabbed my shoulder.

   "Don't," I pulled my arm out, "Touch me!" He backed up, "Are you a
rapist, Ray?"

   "What?" he looked around, "No!"

   "Well, you certainly seem to have something against sluts, so who have
you been fucking, exactly?  Do you even know any of their names?  I'm new
here, help me out.  Lewis, Karl?  Either of of you know any of his
girlfriend's names?"

   "He's more of a love it, and leave it type."

   "Karl," he warned.

   "No!  Ray." I shook my finger, "Bad, boy.  You wanted to talk to me
against my will, then listen.  I'm sure they heard more than enough from
you about women, haven't you.  Karl?  He promise to get you laid?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "For a so called expert, you sure don't know how to talk to girls, so is
that what he told you?  'Hit it, and quit it?'"

   "Yeah."

   "Lew,"

   "I told you to shut your lying mouth, stud.  Did you tell them how to
get laid, or how to not talk to girls.  Not to trust us, it's all a trap to
put you in the Friend Zone, instead of putting out, unless I'm a Slut.  Is
that how you get laid, or how to make sure they don't.  So you can keep all
the pussy to yourself?  To keep boys in your Friend Zone?"

   I turned around, "You don't have to answer that." I held out my hands.
"Come on boys, it's about time you started listening to someone who
actually knows anything about girls."

   Now I'm horny.

   "Ray can go fuck himself."

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah what, Lewis?"

   "Are you really, bisexual?"

   "Are you?"

   "I don't know."

   "Well," I giggled, "Bisexual guys are hot."

   ;

   Louis

   I'm not, bisexual I mean.  Yeah, I guess I'm a virgin and all, but you
know, what she said made sense?

   Take bisexuals, for instance.  "Why's it okay for girls to be bisexual,
but for guys, it's gay?"

   "I don't know," I admitted.

   "It isn't.  And what's with this fascination with lesbians, when being a
slut is a bad thing?  I mean, you want to get laid, right?  Then obviously,
you should care more about a slut, that might fuck you, than a lesbian that
probably never will."

   "Probably?"

   "Yeah, Carl.  Actually Lesbian doesn't mean they never have sex with a
guy.  Don't tell your friend Rey that, or he might get ideas, it means
they're not Attracted to guys.  You don't turn them on, but they can still
have sex for children, and it doesn't make them any less gay."

   "Oh."

   "You really think he's a rapist?"

   "I don't know, he's your friend."

   "I don't know about that."

   "Why not?"

   "Well, like." I thought, "What you said, made sense?  I mean, it's not
like he promised to get us laid, or.  I don't think he's bi or anything,
but now that you mention it, yeah.  I think maybe he's trying to keep us
from getting laid.  To keep all the pussy for himself."

   "Lewis." She stopped.  "Now, pay attention.  You too Carl, because this
is very important."

   "Uh huh?"

   "I'm not a pussy.  I'm not a slut, or a prude, I'm a person.  With a
brain, thoughts and ideas of my own.  I have wants, needs, dreams, and
goals of my own.  I have a life, outside of finding a man to marry, and
have kids."

   "So, you're not a lesbian?"

   "No, I'm a girl, weren't you just listening?  Uh!  You know what?  You
want to know the secret, to talking to girls?  Listen, pay attention, you
know what girls want?"

   "Guys that will listen?"

   "No, guys that will bother to get to know us.  Me." She tapped her
chest, "As a person, not just a body to carry around a pair of tits, and
depository for respect tokens in return for sexual favors.  You know what I
like?" he shook his head, and i felt lucky.  he asked that, instead of me.
"Then ask me."

   "What do you like?"

   "Sex."

   "Oh."

   "That doesn't make me a slut, any more that your ex boyfriend over there
was a stud.  Just a human being, but I'm horny right now, so you want to
talk?"

   "No."

   "I'm Tara?" She took my hand.  Too.  "Why don't you show me around?"

   She's new here.

   ;

   Carlo

   "He's not my boyfriend." I told her, "He's my brother.  Rey?"

   "Oh," she looked back.  Saw it in my face, and nodded.

   "You're right bout him.  Well, some of it.  I don't know about the
rapist part, but.  He's kind of a knowitall, when it comes to women."

   "Here's a good place." Lewis showed her, "Where we can talk about it, in
private."

   "He might be capable of it.  Rape, only he'd tell himself she wanted it.
She's asking for it, or whatever."

   "That's why he hates sluts."

   "Look, forget that word." She doesn't like it.  "There's no such thing
as a slut.  Uh, fuck it.  Huh!" She just pulled off her shirt.  Just like
that.  "Go on, get them out."

   "What?"

   "Your penises?" She nodded, looked back and forth.  "Huh, you know how
to take a bra off?" She turned around.  I looked at Lewis, but he was busy.
Unzipping his pants.

   "I think I can figure it out." She's not like super hot.  She's a girl,
a white girl, but she's got brown hair, it's wavy, so it doesn't hang down
too low, and it's not that hard, if you can see what you're doing.

   "Huh!  Thanks." She just slipped it off her arms.  "I am hot, it's hot.
That's why I dress this way, it's cooler." She turned around, and Lewis
already had his out.

   "Go on," she smiled, and rubbed the front of my pants.  "Don't be shy."
Unzipped them, and bit her lip.  Looking down, and feeling around inside.
"Huh!" She licked her lips.

   Pretty, enough, I guess.  I mean, she's a teenage girl, "Uh, Tara?"

   "Mhm?" She started pulling it harder.

   "How old are you?"

   "14, you?"

   "Me too." What she said about, listening to her?  I get that now, i want
to know her, more about her.

   "Mh," she bent down, "Smooch!"

   "Huh!" Just held it up, and kissed it,.  Then pulled the skin back to
suck in the end, and lick under it.  "Smooch!  Huh!" She turned, and looked
over.  "You're circumcised."

   At Lewis, he nodded.  "I'm Catholic."

   "Nice," she turned, still bent over, and "Mh, smooch!"

   "Huh!"

   "Me too."

   "You're catholic, too?" I nodded.  "Come here," she gripped it again,
"Over here, let me look at both of you.  You can look too."

   Lewis did, and I looked at him.  In the face.  "You're really bisexual?"

   "Huh?" he looked up, "Oh, no.  I don't know.  Maybe?"

   "Don't worry about it.  Huh!" She stood up, but kept stroking.  "You can
touch me.  My tits?" She nodded, "Yeah, there's one for each of you. 
Mhihihn!" She shook her shoulders, and went back to stroking.  "Hm, yeah.
Don't squeeze them, too hard."

   They're not big, or small.  Certainly not like the ones in the
magazines, but I thought they would be softer.  Not very large nipples, or
dark ones, but I felt mine.  Or the one on my side, they're her's, but the
one, I got to feel.  "Like this?" I rubbed it around in a circle.

   "Hhn, yeah." She blinked, shook her head.  "Um.  Oh yeah, bisexual's
like.  Well, for instance cock size.  Huh, the real problem is people don't
talk about this.  See, uh.  Huh!" She licked her lips, "So, they make shit
up, guys expecially, Guys like your brother Ray?"

   "Rey."

   "You're Hispanic?"

   "Yes, both of us, but we don't speak Spanish."

   "Hm, yeah.  So look, Lewis.  See?" She held back my skin.  "It's
different, not bigger or smaller, so it doesn't really matter.  Well." She
was already very red, and was her tit getting hotter?  "Hmh!  Huh, it's not
the most important thing, but you're different, and it's not gay, or
straight, really.  It's just sex, looking at his dick isn't gay, even if
you wanted to touch it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Nh," I turned, away.

   "Sorry, I don't want to make either of you, uncomfortable."

   "There's nothing to be ashamed of." He touched my back.  "It's okay, you
really have A, nice one?"

   "I just don't like it.  You looking, and I don't want you to touch it."
He stopped touching my shoulder too.

   "Okay, I'm sorry."

   "Huh!" I shook my head, "It's okay.  Just don't."

   "Okay, I wont."

   "Oh, Carl." She came around, and hugged me.  Topless, I hugged her back,
and didn't cry, but I started to get hard again.  "Huh!  Let me suck you
off real quick, then we can talk about it."

   "Okay."

   ;

   Tara

   "Nmh!" I spit it out.  "Huh!' Let it run down my chin, and closed my
eyes.  Let my head fall back, and just felt it, run down my cheek, and more
hit my neck.  "Hhhhah!"

   ''Uh, huh!" More of it, Lewis stopped patting his pubes, so no I had
both of them, cumming on me.  My shoulders, and neck, and dribbling off on
my boobs.  Running down between them, I squeezed, and rubbed them together.
Felt the slick stickiness.

   "Huhhhh, yeah!" Swallowed, and nodded.  Opened my eyes to watch the last
of it dribble out on his knuckles.

   Karl, or is it Carl?  I don't know, but he pulled up his pants, and
practically ran, fixing them up.

   I looked up.  "You like jizz?"

   "I don't know." Lewis held up his creamy fingers, and sniffed them.

   "Mh!" I blinked, long, but didn't miss him shrugging, and.  "Smwrq?"

   "You really a virgin?"

   "Mhm?  Smq, swop, sluh!" He swallowed, and grinned.  "Huh!  yeah," he
blushed, "I think I really am bisexual, too."

   "Good," I took his hand, "Help me up." Licked my lips, and decided fuck
it, why not?  Wiped some off my cheeks to taste it too.  "Hmmmn!" Cum.

   "What's it like?"

   "Smp!  Huh!  Sucking dick?"

   "Yeah." He looked down at my creamy chest, and neck.

   "You uh.  Wanna help me." I ran my fingers around in the sexy mess,
"Clean this up?"

   "Yeah." 4 balls worth.

   "Huh!" I rubbed up his neck "Hah, yeah." Brushed the stubble, and short
hairs on the back of his head.  I think it's even shaved, around the
hairline, on the bottom.  "HhHhH!" Still horny, but at least I won't have
to worry about my top sticking to me.

   "Mh, lnh, hlah!" He licked his lips, and looked for more.  Turned his
head sideways, and lapped around the top.  "Mh, yeah!  I like jizz." He
grinned.

   "Oh!" I wasn't lying, bisexual guys are so hot.  Got to be careful
though, diseases and all, but when I get horny.  "God, I'm so horny!"

   "Oh yeah.  You want to get off too?"

   "No hurry, but try to get most of it, cleaned up first."

   "Nh, hlah!  No promlem, Mmm, lnh!"

   ;

   Lou

   I had to figure out how to hook her bra.  "Thanks." she scooched it
back, and forth, then let go.  "Can you hand me your shirt?"

   "I was thinking?"

   "What about?"

   "Well, uh.  You don't have a boyfriend here, yet." Better ask that, "Do
you?"

   "Huh!  I don't really date." She shrugged it on, and pulled up the
straps over her shoulders.  "I mean, we can be friends, but, you know I'm
going to see other people?"

   "Okay, but you don't have a lot of friends here.  Yet, either?"

   "No, you're right."

   "I'm fine with friends.  I don't even care about sex."

   "Oh no, you're not getting out of it that easy!" She laughed.

   "Where?"

   "You still haven't gotten me off, but I need a shower."

   "Okay,"

   "So, I'm going to take you home."

   "Sure," I shrugged, "But you mind if we talk on the way?"

   "Shoot."

   "Well, you been with other bi guys." I really just want to learn more.
From her, and about her.

   "You're really curious, huh?"

   "Yeah, uh.  No.  I mean, yeah, I'm sure." I just had to hide it, "I am
bisexual." So long, I didn't even want to think about it.

   "Good."

   "I just don't know any other, bi guys." And now I really wanted to try
it.  Sucking dick, I mean I just had sex with a girl, and Carlo too, but
now that I got over looking at one.

   "Well, I don't know if I can help you with that, but I can try, deal?"

   "Yeah, so what is it about bi guys?"

   "Well, I like group sex," she shrugged, "So really it's just better with
you guys.  If you don't get all awkward, and can't keep it up, with another
hardon in the room."

   "Oh yeah?" Carl did.  I mean, she had to suck him hard again, and "Hm.
Lm!" I nodded, and opened my eyes.  "You think maybe I'm gay?"

   "Look, gay, bisexual, straight, they're all just labels.  When really
they all just run together, "

   "Oh, so, really everyone's bisexual?"

   "Well, not everyone.  Some people aren't even sexual, at all.  Some
truly are straight, and others completely and totally gay.  And then
there's even transexuals, and intersex."

   "What's that?"

   "Someone who's not quite male, nor truly female."

   "Like a hermaphrodite?"

   "Not really.  I mean, technically a hermaphrodite is both.  Male and
female, but that's impossible.  For human beings, anyway, and most high
order animals like mammals.  So, instead we're usually, um."

   "You aren't."

   "What, intersex?" She nodded, looked around.  "Huh, okay.  Yeah.  Don't
tell anyone this, but I guess the cat's already out of the bag."

   "Why not?"

   "Because, a lot of people don't really like people like me.  They can't
wrap their head around it, so they tend to lash out.  Violently."

   "Well, not me." I hugged her, "It's okay." She was starting to get
upset, "You don't have to worry about me, because I don't mind.  If you're
different."

   "Huh, thanks." She just shrugged, and I held onto her.  A little longer,
until it started getting uncomfortably hot.  I felt her back, until she
backed up, and looked up at me.  Smiling, I felt down her arms to her
hands, and kissed her.  "No, seriously." She nodded, "Than you, so much. 
For listening to me, but there's more.  I have to tell you, because it's
more complicated then that."

   "Okay," I let go of her hand.  "So, where do you live?" Held the other
one.

   "Oh, right now we're staying in a hotel, until we find a place to move
into."

   "Oh," it was just nice to walk with her, holding hands, and I felt
proud. To be seen with her, people looked at us.  They weren't staring, but
they saw me with her, and I don't mind if she's not really a girl.  They
don't have to know about that.  "So, you can tell me about it on the way."

   ;

   Tara (fm.  Intersex, but she's a girl.  That's her identity, for all
intents, and purposes.)

   "So, that's why we had to move.  Word got out, and they called me. 
Freak.  Some of the guys started stalking me, and chasing me, but.  Huh!" I
shook it out of my head.  "Okay, Intersex is really more of a set.  Of all
kinds of different things, which can go wrong with sexual development."

   "Okay."

   "For example, what I have is undescended testes."

   "Testicles?" I nodded.  "Like a boy."

   "Uh huh.  They're still running tests, but they checked and everything.
Also, an extra chromosome.  A y chromosome, which normally results in
something called Kleinfelter Syndrome.  That's a man, with an extra X, but
for some reason the only male thing I got was testes, and also some
testosterone, when I was a little girl."

   "So wait." He shook his head, "Let me get this straight.  You're like a
boy in a girl's body?"

   "No, more like a girl with testes, but the important thing is they found
it early." I felt my tummy.  "Huh!  When I was about 5, or 6, I started
getting.  Cramps, or I thought that's what it was, but really it was.  You
ever got hit in the nuts?"

   "Yeah, of course."

   "Well, that's what it felt like.  I know, because sometimes when I jump
around, they hit my pelvis, because they're free floating, and they did
some.  Well, some surgery.  To find out what it was, since it could have
been a hernia, or appendix, or a lot of things, really." Lower abdominal
pain, is a common symptom.

   "So, that's how they found your balls."

   "Right, then a lot more things, the more tests they do, like my
chromosomes, and.  Well, my.  Genitals." For lack of a better word.

   "You don't have a penis?"

   "No, nothing like that.  The pain was caused by my balls having no where
to drop.  So, I started taking hormones, to look like a more normal girl,
and then when I turned 9, I got permission to start puberty."

   "Huh, that's weird.  I mean neat, it's really interesting, I just never
heard of anyone, getting permission to start puberty."

   "Okay, well.  I have to tell you something, that.  Well, I don't know
how you're going to take.  It."

   "Okay," he braced himself, "Go on."

   "I can't have sex.  The normal way, I don't really have a vagina. 
That's the other thing they found out." And I did too, when I got my finger
in there.  "It's a dead-end, and it doesn't go very deep, either, so I
can't have sex, and I'm never going to be able to have babies." On the good
side, I can't have a period, either, but that's a pretty small consolation
prize for the pain, and never being a mother.

   "So, what can I do?"

   "Well, I'll show you." I knocked first.  "Mom?" Listened at the door. 
Looked back, at the parking lot, but the truck was still there.  I
shrugged, and got out the key card.  "Momma?" I cracked the door, but the
bar wasn't flipped over the, spike, thing.  Like a chain, she was gone, but
she didn't drive the whole moving van away just to.  Go, wherever it is she
went.  To get food, or look for a house, I guessed.

   "Huh!" He shut the door, so I pulled off my shirt.  "Can you turn on the
Air Conditioner?" It wasn't hot, but stuffy, and the housekeeping had been
there, because the beds were made, and the room smelled like bleach.  So,
to get the bleach out of the hair too, "You want to unhook my bra?"

   "Sure." I can do it, but it's easier if I don't have to.

   "Huh!" I just put my head back, and felt his hands on my chest.  Closed
my eyes, and unzipped my skirt by feel.

   "Smooch," he kissed my neck.  "You want to shower alone?"

   "Mh?" I shook my head.  "Hm.  Huh!  You can join me, if you like."

   "Okay." He kissed the other side, and let me go.  I kicked off my skirt,
and untied my shoes on the toilet, while he got undressed.

   ;

   Louis

   "Wow," she just looks, so normal?  "You really can't tell." I mean, I'm
no expert, but I have seen pictures, and the only thing that I really
noticed, was the scar I might have asked about, if she hadn't already told
me.  Right over her pubes, or under the top ones, but they thinned out, and
curled over it, and it looked old.  Pale, instead of red, and she got in
the shower.

   Not a very big shower, really.  "You know what?  I think I'll wait."

   "Okay," she shrugged, and turned on the water.  No bath tub, just a
shower in the corner, and the glass door started running with the water
splashing off of her.

   So, I put the seat up, and took a piss.  "Hahhhh!" A good piss, I guess
because I just got off, or, not that long ago.  It wasn't a whole hour, and
sometimes it's sensitive after that, but.

   I looked at it.  Soft, but it just looked like my dick.  A little damp
at the tip, and I squeezed another drop out, but she gave me a lot to think
about, and especially what I did.

   Not a whole lot, really.  I got to see her naked, and she didn't really
give me a blowjob.  She sucked Carlo off, but.

   I tasted cum, my cum, and his, and I really liked it.  maybe I am, gay,
er.  Like she said, it's not just 2 things, and bisexual is both.  "What
was that, K thing you said?"

   "Kleinfelter's syndrome?"

   "No, the other one.  The sex one, like.  From 0 to 6?"

   "Oh, the Kinsey Scale.  Can you hand me the shampoo?"

   "Yeah, where is it?"

   "Over by the soap, and the ice bucket.  In the corner?"

   "Oh," packets, instead of little bottles.  "Here you go."

   "Thanks."

   "So anyway, I think I'm more.  Gay, then straight.  Is that an 0, or 6?"

   "Well, 6 would be gay, exclusively.  0 would be straight, since you're a
guy it's easy to remember.  Because the 6 is phallic, and the 0 vulval?"

   "Huh!" Didn't think of that.  I figured vulval means the opposite of
phallic.  Like the phallic symbol?  From Freud, only a hole.  "Yeah, so I
guess on a scale of 0-to-6, I'm probably about a 4, or 5."

   "Hm?" She pulled her hair out of the water.  "What was that?"

   "Never mind, thanks a lot."

   "Oh, you're welcome." She went back to rinsing her hair.

   I guess I kind of like that she's, not totally female.  Actually, now
that i think about it, "Is that why you know so much about sex?"

   "My condition?  Yeah, that's gender, but that's why i got into sex.  I
am bisexual, but technically, that's also heterosexual.  Since I'm not
really male, or female.  I can't really be gay, unless I find someone else
like me."

   "That's probably not going to happen.  Is it rare?"

   "Unique, but all of us are.  Intersex, we don't really know.  Since it's
really a collection of all the conditions that aren't male, or female, it's
probably, well they estimate about one in 200?"

   "That's not rare?"

   "Not any more rare than being left handed."

   "Oh." I thought, "Is there such a thing as trisexual?"

   "Yeah, ha!  They'll try anything.  Mud, chickens, anything."

   "Haha, really?"

   "No, that's just a joke, from a movie." She opened the door.  "Can you
hand me a towel?"

   I pulled one out, of the round shelfs, that turned out to be more of a
stack of metal rings, to pinch them between.

   "Thanks, and the bathmat." Turned out to be on the bottom.

   "You know, I think I'll skip the shower." I felt her arms, and stepped
closer.  She looked up, and smiled, blinked, and turned her head sideways.

   So, I turned mine, and bent down to kiss her.

   "Mh," she felt my lips.  "You want me to show you now?"

   "Yeah," I can shower after that.

   ;

   "Tara"

   I just untwisted the towel from my hair, and spread it over the pillow.
Laying back, watching his eyes move over my body, and getting horney again
from the attention.

   And you know what?  It's really extremely attractive, how well he took
it.  I'm a little self conscious about my body, especially the sexual
aspects of it.  "Would you mind locking the door?  Just flip that thing
over at the top.  Thanks, no telling when my mom'll be back."

   He's nervous, and that's sweet.  Me too, I never really had sex, before.
With a boy, sure I made out, and gave them hand jobs, sucked them off, and
let them feel me up, because I was afraid of what would happen when they
found out.

   Again, I don't want to think about the first try, when he found out I
don't have a cherry, he could pop.

   "Huh!' I reached out, "Come here, lie down." At least help me put that
out of my mind.  He's here, now, and that's what's important.  I should
have told him, before it went that far, and I didn't.

   "Do you," he frowned, hesitating to touch me, "Try to be normal?  I
mean, huh!" He finally rested his palm, on my tummy.  "You do look normal.
So, super-average, I'm beginning to wonder."

   "I guess?" Shrug, "I don't do it on purpose, or I never really thought
about it that way, but.  Huh!  Yeah."

   "Can I touch it?"

   "My, genitals?" I nodded.  His hand slowly moved down, toward my groin.

   "No, your scar."

   "That's a little creepy."

   "Sorry," he looked up, frowned.

   "What?"

   He turned his head, "You know one eye is greener than the other?"

   "Mhm!" I nodded, "If you'll look, my hair is 3 different colors, too."

   "I though," he pulled some out, "That was just highlights."

   "They are," I felt his face, "Kiss me?"

   He smiled, and bent down.

   "Hihn!" He's a good kisser.

   "Well," he smiled, "They're beautiful." Stared so deeply, and switch
back and forth, between my eyes, "And I love your hair, too."

   "They're cause by my chromosomes.  I have one dominant X, and one
recessive one, but which is which is different, and they have different
shades of brown, in my hair."

   "Smooch," another quick peck, "Well, they're all beautiful.  Especially
your eyes.  They're like.  Spokes?"

   "Mhm?" I noticed.

   "I really appreciate what's special about you.  The differences that
make you unique?"

   "Hihn!" He's really learning how to talk to me, too.  "Mhm?" I just bit
my lip, breathlessly.

   "Not the normal stuff.  You're not normal, you're way better than
normal, you're beautiful."

   "Louis?"

   "Yes, Tara?"

   "Hh!  You want to talk about this, later?" Before he keeps talking an
ruins it.

   "You want me to make love to you now?"

   "I feel like I'm about to pop."

   "Huh!" he looked down, "I'd love to, I just.  Huhhh." Sighed.  "I don't
know how."

   "Here," I took his hand, and moved it up my chest.  "Start here."

   "Okay," he smiled, and moved down to kiss my neck.

   "Oh!  Louis!"

   "Mhm?"

   "Oh god!"

   I never felt like this for anyone before.  Damn it, don't start.  God,
damn it!  "Huh, uh hihn!" I took his hand.  "Here!" Pushed it between my
legs.

   "It's the testosterone."

   "Hm?" He lapped my nipple, into his lips, and sucked it out.

   "Hoh!  Nh, hm?  It makes me so horny!" The estrogen doesn't even seem to
help, maybe it made it even worse.  "Nh, in the top, mh, up, here, nh! 
HM!" I just pushed his finger in, held it in the right place to hump it
desperately, until he started feeling it, and stroking me, "Neh, nyeah,
huh! Fuck, afahs, faster, hihn!"

   He stopped, "Don't," I grabbed his hand, but he put it down.  On my leg,
and moved down.

   "Relax." He pulled my hip.  So, I turned over to him, going down between
my legs.

   "Oh, yeah!"

   He licked it, "Slph!"

   "Nh!" I jerked, so he held my hip.

   "Slhlhlhlhlhl!" Flicked it, and flickered it.

   "NhmhnhNH!  Fah, haH!?"

   "Sph!"

   "Don't stahHhH!?" Long enough to touch me, wet now, and start.

   "NhnHNHAhAAhAAHH!"

   I shook out of control, and finally relaxed.

   "HIhn!" Pushed his hand away, 'hahhhh!'

   Then I felt his lips, kiss me gently this time, and slowly run his
tongue, back and forth.  Gently stroking my clit, slower, and slower.

   "HhHhnhuhah!" I shooh.  "Hahhhhh!"

   "Smwrph, siph?  Huh!  How's that?"

   "Ngh!" I nodded.  "Nhm!" Blinked, and shivered again.

   ;

   Louis

   I got hard again, just getting her off, and I don't know what a regular
clit is supposed to look like, but it was clean, and soft, and, long?

   Longer than I expected, like maybe a pea?  A tiny little point, but
instead of sticking out, it was tucked between the folds of her pussy, and
oh yeah, she's hairy.  Again, I don't know if she's hairy for a girl, or
not, but she didn't have it, just her legs, but I kept little pinpricks of
stubble in there, and I like that too.

   "Here," she scooched down, "Get up here," and pulled my leg.  Over her
head, moved down on the towel, but off the pillow, so I got up on my knees.

   "Mwol swoob!" She felt up my legs, and sides, and grabbed my ass to pull
up, and "Ghluhguguk!"

   "Oh!" Deep throat me.  I just lay down, she was too short to really 69,
"I'm not to heavy?"

   "Mh," she shook her head, "Mwo?' And it switched back and forth between
her teeth, then she stuck it back in her throat, and gripped it with her
lips to slip back down tight.  Sucking it so I could feel her cheek rub the
sides, and my head bulging on her tongue.  "ShwoghK!  POWB!"

   "Uhn!" She slapped my ass, "AHN!" Not hard.

   "You like that?"

   "Ah yeah!" She rubbed them, and squeezed them some more, shucking it in,
and pulling up again, to push it in her throat.

   "WALGH!  Gaugh!" She dropped, and it flopped up.  "Khah!"

   "You really like sucking?"

   "Ahuhn!" She licked it up, against my belly, and grinded her pubes on my
chest.  "Lahnuh!" My balls rubbed, dry and kind of stuck on her nose, or
the skin did, so they rolled out on her cheeks, and she turned to kiss the
bottom.  Sucking in the curls, and licking some in from the side.  Sucking
the bottom, then some of the loose skin sucked in too.  She pushed my butt,
moveing me down, and dragging her pubes down the bone in the middle of my
chest.

   "Swob'worl!" My ball popped into her lips, and she sucked it, so the
skin pulled tight, so tight my other hanging ball pupped over her wet chin,
then she let it "Pob!" Out, and they jiggled out to bounce together and
roll over her cheek.  Turning the other way to suck in the hairs, and some
more skin, then her teeth came open to let the other nut pop in, and held
it.  She didn't bite it, or even pinch my scrotum between her teeth, but it
stretched to pull my other ball in this time, before she let that one pop
out too.  "Bop!  Lmnh!" She pushed me, "Huh!  Turn over."

   I had to scooch in, for the side or fall off between the two beds, but
she got up on top of me, and scooched over on my face.  Didn't have to tell
me, I was happy to stick my tongue out, and really this was a batter angle
for it to slip over my tongue, and shake her ass in my face.  "Hhulhnlm!"

   "You can breathe?"

   "Ylhuh!"

   "Good, Khahl!  STPUH!" She spat on my crotch, and it rolled off the
side, then she took my hands, and put it on her chest.  Felt down them, and
my sides to my legs, between them to slip my soaked balls around with her
fingertips, and rub her hand over it.

   Neat, instead of jerking me, like, you know.  I jerk myself, she rubbed
on it, and it was so slippery, and slimy, and she stopped playing with my
balls enough to spit in her hand, and gently roll them around in her
slipper fingers, and the palm of her hand, while the other one slipped over
my sensitive head, and my shaft, so I hunched like she did when I really
got to licking, and fingering her clit, and her soft round hot tits
squished in her my hands, shaking like her ass cheeks bouncing in front of
my eyes, and her stubbly thighs brushing my wet cheeks, and her clit
slipping up and down my tongue, which I folded up like a taco, and "LUHN!"
Closed my eyes.  "Huhhhhh!"

   2.  My second one sputting out in her hand, and running down to soak
into my pubes, and spread warm and wet on my tummy.

   "HhHuHuUH!"

   "Huh!" She got off.  My face, so I could lick my tongue in, and pant to
catch my breath.  "Huhhh!" She lay down, next to me, bent her knees up by
the headboard, and cradled my leg with her damp hair like a pillow.

   "Hhhhhuh!" I closed my eyes, "Snhhhhh!  Huhhhhh!" That was even better.
Well, I just jerked off, on her.  Watching her suck Carlos off, and his
dick twitch so it leaked out of the skin so he could pull it out, and the
next shot hit her cheek.

   "Hohhh!"

   "Yeah," she nodded, and played with it, swirling the hairs around in the
mess, while I just enjoyed the feeling, of sex.

   I just had sex.  I'm pretty sure this time, I'm not a virgin any more.

   "Louis?"

   "Huhm?"

   "You still want to be my boyfriend?"

   "Yeah, oh yes!" I looked down.  At her.  Smiling, looking back at me.

   "Okay." She nodded back.

   I just let my head sink back into the pillow.

   "I think I'm going to pass out."

   "Go on ahead," She cuddled up, her breasts against my side, and put her
leg up across my chest.

   ;

   Nancy

   The door caught on the bar.  "Kira?" I knocked.

   'sh!  my mom!'

   "KIRA?" I pounded on the door, "Who's in there with you?  Open up the
door, open it up right now!"

   "All right, Jesus!  Let me close it to unhook the bar." Click.  The
handle turned back down.

   "Get in there before someone sees you." Naked, stinking of sex, or the
whole room, and the covers twisted up with a towel on my bed.  "I can't
leave you alone for a minute?" Only place they could have gone, I went
straight back to the bathroom.  "Who's in there?"

   "Let him get dressed!" Back at her suitcase, she pulled out a nightgown.

   "Who's he?"

   "Just some boy I met, he's sweet.  Don't scare him."

   "Name?"

   "Lewis?"

   "Huh!" Lower my voice.  "Lewis?" Knocked gently.  "I know you're in
there, Lewis.  So, you might as well come on out.  As soon as you're
decent."

   "Oh," he looked surprised.

   "What?"

   "I'm adopted." She nodded.

   "I see that," he looked back at me.

   "Might as well sit down."

   "I'm sorry, mrs.  Uh;"

   "Smith.  Go on and sit down." I shook my head, reached into the
minifridge for a little bottle.  "Tara," I cracked the cap.  "Go and get me
some ice."

   "I didn't make her do anything."

   "Mom."

   "NOW!"

   I shot it back, as fast as it would run out the tiny bottle.  "NGH!"
Grabbed the door of the fridge.  "Huh!  Ah!"

   "I'm in my nighty?"

   "Girl," I grabbed the bucket, "If you don't get going right now, you can
spend the night in jail!" Threw it at her.

   "All right!"

   "And don't stop to fuck anybody on the way back!"

   "Mrs.  Smith, I know it's not my place but,"

   "Then shut the fuck up." I grabbed another bottle.  "Hhuh!" I couldn't
take another shot straight, I was already hoarse, and wish I thought to
have her grab a pepsi from the lobby.

   I wiped my face.  "Listen.  No.  You better tell me, what she told you
first."

   "Well, I know about her condition, if that's what you mean."

   "Oh yeah?" I rolled my eyes, "This should be good.  So, what condition
would that be, exactly?"

   "You think," he looked back from the door, "She'll be okay out there,
dressed like that?"

   "It's a hotel, there's cameras all around, and she'll be fine." I know
she won't run off.  "As long as she doesn't talk her way in some man's
room."

   "Look, I know you mean well, but could you try to show a little
respect?"

   "I'm sorry, now let's us both calm down real quick, while you tell me
what she told you."

   "About her intersex?"

   She knocked.  'mom?' Muffled through the door.

   "Go on, and let her in."

   ;

   Vira

   "I brought you a pepsi, too." She's not a mean drunk, in fact, it would
probably calm her down.

   "Well, thanks." Stuck the can in the styrofoam cup, and handed it to
her. She mixed another whole bottle, and pitched it in the trash, took a
sip off the rocks, then poured soda in from the can.

   "You lied to me?"

   "Lewis, I didn't, tell you everything yet.  I didn't have a chance."

   "You told him you're intersex?"

   "Oh," I nodded.  "Yeah, that was just a fantasy.  To get you in the
mood."

   "You lied to me!"

   "Now don't you start yelling, you need a drink to calm down too?"

   "Young lady,"

   "Look, I know you don't like it, but you can't stop me, okay?  The
pussy's out of the bag, and I need something.  It's been months!"

   "Since what?"

   "Since she called the cops on my sister!"

   "You know I had to split you to up again before somebody else got hurt."

   "Yeah, well I got hurt.  Okay?  It broke my fucking heart, but I got
over it, and now I need someone to help with the loneliness."

   "Oh you have a heart now.  I broke YOUR;"

   "Mrs, Smith."

   "Nancy."

   "Nancy, stop fighting with her a minute, all right?"

   "Huh!" She took another sip.

   "Now, she called the cops on your sister?"

   "She sent her to jail." I nodded, fists planted on my hips.

   "What for?"

   "Rape."

   "Murder,"

   "We didn't kill him!"

   "Who did she rape?"

   "Their father."

   "Uh," he looked back.  She nodded.  "But," he looked at me, so I
shrugged, "How can a girl rape a man?"

   "Not a girl.  Both of us.  Together."

   "Yeah," he walked over to the fridge, "I think maybe I do need a drink."

   "Oh no, I'm not giving you any alcohol.  And how old are you, son?"

   "Fortine?"

   "You got a drivers license?"

   "Student Id."

   "Let me see it."

   I grabbed some tights, and a sports bra.

   "I need to go out."

   "Where?"

   "The playground.  I need to go work out, okay?"

   "Huh!" She nodded.  "Okay.  here." She handed me the keycard.  "Now,
stay in sight, and don't talk to strangers."

   I practically ran for the end of the hall.  Before i started crying,
barefoot, but i actually liked the woodchips stabbing into my feet.  To
feel something, picking up speed, and jumping.  To plant my feet, rebound,
and leap for the closest bar.

   To feel alive.

   ;

   Louis

   She cried.  I looked back from the window, and saw her, curled up on the
bed, and crying.  I didn't know what to say.

   "I think I'm gay."

   "Hm?" She wiped her eyes, "Snh?"

   "I mean, I always thought I was gay, but then." I looked out, and put my
hands on the window.  "I met her." She was, flipping around the jungle gym.
"Is she, does she do?" I tilted my head, "Parqour?" How do you spell that?

   "Gymnastics, huh!" She sat up, "She used to be in gymnastics, it helps
her."

   "She's, amazing at it."

   "She's driven, by.  her experiences.  She's been through a lot."

   "With her sister?" She made a face, "i'm sorry." I sat down on the other
bed, "You've been through a lot too." I can tell.

   "I tried.  I tried so hard but.  They were too much for me to handle."

   "She's lying about that.  Right?  She didn't really." I looked back, but
I was too far away to see her.  Through the window.

   "Huh, let me tell you.  First.  I just, need to distance myself for a
minute, so bear with me, but.  Okay, I was born in Niqueragua."

   "Africa?"

   She shook her head, "South America."

   "Oh, sorry." I assumed.  "No offense."

   "None taken.  I'm an American citizen, but I wasn't born aboard ships.
There wasn't an official base there, so I was born in a Niqueraguan
hospital, but my mother was in the navy."

   "Oh, okay." I thought.  "I'm from here." I never even been to Mexico. 
"She's not.  Like a girl at all.  That's why I believed her, when she said
she had balls.  And testosterone."

   "It's purely psychological though.  Her mother.  Huh.  When I met her, I
was engaged to her father.  He was a Narcissist.  He abused me, but because
of the way I grew up, I wasn't able to admit it, even to myself.  He
wasn't, physically abusive.  Charm and Harm, my momma would've called it. I
suppose, that may be what you see in her.  She's very much like her father,
but I had hoped.  She hadn't gotten as bad as her sister."

   "So, they were divorced?  Her mom, and her sister's paper work."

   "Officially, no.  Estranged, I suppose you could say, but she didn't
stick around long enough to get the paperwork.  Huh!" She shook her head.
It looked heavy, in her hand.  Pushing her knee down on the mattress,
across from me.  "I don't suppose he would have let her.  I never even
thought about leaving, but what he did was start out charming.  Like I'm
sure she did with you, but that's why she can't be in a relationship."

   "Why not?"

   "Because when the honeymoon is over, it's already too late.  She'll have
you wrapped around her little finger, and start picking away at you, until
there's nothing left but a frayed knot.  Huh!  I visited her, mother.  In
jail, for kidnapping her.  it was her little joke, 'I'm a frayed knot.' She
said."

   "Oh," I nodded, "I get it."

   "That's why it's not physical, it's too obvious.  That leaves bruises,
broken bones you can show to the police."

   "Scars?"

   "Yes, but mental, and emotional ones that no one else can see."

   "Yeah but.  She's got this, scar.  In her.  Body hair."

   "Pubic hair."

   "Yeah, I just remembered.  She said it was to see what boy parts she
still had inside, but if she's not really inner."

   "Intersex."

   "Yeah, then."

   "She had an abortion."

   "She was pregnant."

   "Huhuh!" Her head fell.  In both hands.  "From, her father."

   "Oh." She lied.  I knew that, but because of the truth.  "So he raped
her."

   "Nhnhihnhuh!" She shoulders shook with her sobs, and she shook her head.

   "Nancy?"

   "No!"

   I sat down next to her anyway, and held her shoulder.

   "HhHhHhn." She shuddered.  'no.' She sounded so tiny.  'no, they raped
him all right.  And then he killed heself.'

   "But," I still can't believe it.  "That's impossible."

   "They did it anyway."

   "I'm sure they just said that."

   "No, I know they did, you weren't there, you don't know how evil they
can be!"

   "They made you watch?"

   She nodded, 'they recorded it.'

   ;

   {And I fully intend to write that part.  I even know how, I just had to
distance myself from it first.  Sorry, this isn't very easy on me.  I just
have to do it...}
Epilogue:

   Reymundo

   "Where you been?" My little brother.

   "Out with that chica."

   "What's she know?" Anyway.

   "She showed me some things." He grinned, and held his hands up, in
front. "Gave me a blowjob."

   "Oh yeah?" I laughed, "Little Carlo grew up."

   "It didn't make you a man."

   "Bet it shut her up, though."

   "She told me some things."

   "Yeah, well what does she know?"

   "She knew about Louis, right away."

   "What about him?"

   "How long have you known him?"

   "Since middle school, you know that." He's a freshman now, and so will
he.  Be, next yeah.  "So?"

   "So, she could tell, right away.  You remember, when you showed me?"

   "What are you talking about?"

   "How to." He looked down, made the sign.

   "That's what big brothers do, for their little brothers."

   "Rey, you know it's okay, if you're bisexual?  She like bi guys. 
Bisexual guys are hot."

   "I'm not gay."

   "It's not the same thing.  It's okay, Rey.  There's nothing gay about
it, jaust because they used to call you gay Rey, growing up."

   "I'm not gay."

   "No, you're bisexual.  And that's okay, but.  You know Louis likes you."

   "So?" Everyone likes me.

   "So, I told him.  About you showing me it.  Your big dick, and he wants
to see it.  I think he loves you, and your big dick."

   "Get out."

   He shrugged, "I already seen it."

   What does she know?  I show her, to use sex to trap my little brother,
fill his head full of this nonsense.  That's all it was, just think about
her sucking it off.  "Yeah, bitch." Sucking me off, "This'll shut you up,
slut." Shut your big whore mouth.

   "Uh!" You looking at my dick?  "Huhn!"

   ;

   Nancy

   He called his friends.  Louis, he wasn't scared off by learning what she
was.  I didn't show him, the video.  Even if I wanted to save it, it was in
Evidence.  Not to mention technically childporn, but I didn't want to watch
it in the first place.

   "Come on," she took the little one.  Carlos by the hand.  "Let me show
you something."

   His brother came back, empty handed.  Looking back from the door of the
truck.

   "Reymundo," King of the World.

   "Huh?" He looked jealous.

   "Why don't we take a break?" Louis would be back, but I can't do it out
here.  In the back of the truck, it's too hot to roll down the door, and
we're right out in the middle of the yard.  "Come on," he followed me, his
boot heels on the metal ramp, bridged to the porch.  "Close the doors."

   "Yes, miss Johnson." Living with narcissists, they're so self absorbed,
they never even consider what you want.

   "I heard about you." But I'm a grown woman, I have needs too, and this
constant environment of sexual tension was too much to hold back.

   "Nothing good, I bet." He grinned, charming.  For his age, a minor, but
already starting to exude that self confidence.  The bad thing about
narcissists is what comes after the charm.  If you stick around, I made
that mistake once.  Tried to settle down, but we could stay here, a little
while.

   At some point, it came to a head.

   How do you manipulate narcissists?  "Your big dick." Tell him what he
wants to hear.  "I seen you looking at me.  My ass, my tits when you
thought I wouldn't notice."

   His grin changed.  He knew right away.

   "I heard you've been with lots of girls.  Sluts?"

   He nodded, grinning even wider.

   "Well, let me show you how to treat a woman."

   Not a lady, I'm not a lady, but it took me too long to learn.  I lied to
myself, in denial of what I wanted, and who he was.  What he was doing to
me, but it depends on the narcissist.  What he wants to hear, "Oh!" It
swoll out, of his open jeans.  Tight jeans, I saw it.  Not as if he tries
to hide it, he's too proud of it.  "They didn't tell me it was this big!"

   Grinning, eyes wide, but I didn't have anything else to say.  It
wouldn't be polite, with my mouth full.

   I'm not a size queen, but then he's not an Intellectual Abuser.  Sure,
he mansplains, or at least tried to, but he's still very much a boy inside.
A man's body.

   "Swolwm." Stop at the head, the skin pulled over it until it bunched
around the tip, so I could feel it with my tongue.  Point it, and swirl it
around.  Pushing it back, and wiggling it until I could taste the tacky
little drop, clinging in the slit eye.  "BUPH!" Lick my lips, "Ngh!"
Grinning up at him.

   Pulling down his pants, wagging back and forth, closing my eyes to the
dull clunk of his belt buckle, and feeling it agandst my cheek.

   "Hihn!"

   "Yeah, you like that, slut?"

   "Mhm!"

   Slapping me with it.  "Look at it, look at this big fat cock."

   "A la verga!" I grab it, pull back the fragrant skin to suck it, taste
the dick sweat.  "Hawlowowowl!" Slipping my hand down to caress hit hairy
balls, and stroke them.  Roll them underneath, and lick my tongue out. 
"Aughl!" Relax my throat, but I can reach it.  "Slrph!  Guh!" Just barely
lick his bunched scrotum, but I gagged.  Almost coughed.  "Hah!  Yeah!  I
love it."

   "Me too." It turned away.  Sideways, so I could see it start to droop.

   "Oh no." I grabbed it.  "You're not going to get away that easy." Held
the blood in at the base, so I could feel it swell, and pulse.  "I'm not
done with you yet."

   "Faggot."

   "Go on." He looked back.  "Ask him." Down at me, on my knees, worshiping
his cock.

   "What?"

   I held it out, his buttock, to keep him sideways.  "Look at it."

   Little lewis had his out.  Long, skinny, pink and hard.  Not like this
thick bloated burrito dick, swelling in my grip.  Standing out proud, for
all the world to see.

   "You don't have to hide it any more."

   He turned, back from his shoulder, but looked down at it.  His pride and
joy, no I'm not a size queen.

   "You looking at my dick?" he got it.

   No, I'm not a size queen, "Yeah." but he is!

   ;

   Louis

   "Get out."

   In her room, or their room, but I stopped at the door.  Looked back at
her, getting it out.  Sitting on the end of the bed, so i couldn't see it,
but his pants slipped down.  His pale butt shining out, tightening.  Well,
pale in relation to his arms, his neck.  Pulling off his shirt to show the
tan lines.  The deep dark color of his skin.

   "I said get the fuck out!"

   I was jealous, just a moment.  Not of him, she already took me to bed,
showed me sex, I pulled the door quietly, then stopped in the hall.

   About to go in the bathroom, but we weren't alone.  They came in from
the truck.  Closed the door, and Rey pulled his pants down too.

   I held my breath, and got mine out.  Took my time, stroked it nice and
slow, patiently waiting for just a glimpse, but I don't mind teasing.  All
the tantalizing glimpses I'd gotten of it, in the leg of his jeans.  His
tight jeans, even stopping to shift it up.  Under the fly when it got
uncomfortable.

   Hard, swollen boated thick, and I gasped when he finally turned.

   It was beautiful!

   "Faggot."

   "Go on." She made him.  "Ask him."

   Not real bright, though.  Probably why he mansplains.  To cover it up,
but she squeezed it, then her fingers slipped out of the way.  She turned
it over, to hold it up, for me to see it, in all it's thick dark turgid
glory.

   He's just a little slow.  "You looking at my dick?"

   I grinned, showed him mine, and pinched it to run my fingertips up the
soft bulge underneath.  "Yeah," he looked too.  "I am."

   Miss Smith, I mean Johnson.  Sorry, she grinned, stark white in her dark
swollen lips.  Girls do that, when they're turned on.  Hot, I can't see her
blush, but I can see her lips swelling, her licking it.

   "Good." He pulled it out, of her hand.  She shrugged, and pulled off her
shirt, but I didn't care.  About seeing her in her bra, her tits, I finally
got to see what I really wanted.  "Why don't you get a closer look?"

   "I don't want to." I touched it.  "Just look at it." So I looked up, in
his dark eyes.  Tall dark, and handsome, the man of my dreams, i never
thought to hope they could come true.

   "You like it?" It thumped with his pulse in my hand.  Still moist from
her mouth, but now i had it in my hands.

   "No, i love it." Is it my birthday?

   "Yeah, feel it.  That's what a real dick feels like."

   "You don't mind sharing?" She felt up his arms, pulled him back, and
hugged him against her.

   He just shook his head.

   "You can touch him too."

   "It's okay," I took his hand, "It's not gay."

   He never touched him, his little brother.  Back in their room, the
girl's room.  1 bedroom, but two beds, so she could keep an eye on her.

   "Puny little dick."

   "Mhn!" My head went back, and i closed my eyes.  "Huh!" But he touched
me.  Kissed me, and i melted.

   "Get down, and suck it."

   My knees went weak, and i couldn't help but obey.  i wanted to, oh god
how i always wanted this, but it made it better.  That he made me, even if
i want it.

   "Yeah, suck it you little faggot."

   "Mhm!" Nodding with my mouth full.  So full of thick hard cock.  "Eat
it, swallow it."

   "Ngh, grwoalk!" My eyes went wide, but he held my head, choking on it.
"Guh!  Kuh, cock!  Huh!"

   He made it even better.

   ;

   Rey (TW: Racism, and Homophobia)

   Okay, so I'm bisexual.  You want to make something of it?  It doesn't
make me a faggot, it makes me a stud.  That's what you call a guy that
fucks everyone, a stud.  Yeah, fuck you too, I'll show you.  You think
fucking a man makes you less of a man?  I'll show you.

   That nigger too.  She's hot for me, they're all hot for me, and she
kissed my ass.  Right there, with his mouth full of cock.  Gobbling it down
like a churro, like he's starving for it.  Not just any dick, my dick, it
doesn't make me less of a man.  A real man isn't afraid of faggots.  That's
what it means, you know.  Homophobic: Afraid of faggots.  What do I have to
be afraid of a little faggot for?

   "Mhm!" He pulled back, to just the tip, the crown, and pulled back the
skin to let it puke in his mouth.  "Huh!  Yeah!"

   "Eat it, eat up all my cum, yeah!" A little missed, jerking it in my
fist, to feel it wink, the eye blinking like a lid over my spurting cock.
It ran down, on his lip, and he licked it.  Like salty snot form a pussy
crying, blubbering with a skinned knee because I pushed him down.  "Yeah."
I patted his head.  "Good boy." He smiled, "That's a good little
cocksucker."

   "Turn around." I forgot her, but then my face was full of tits.  "Huh!"
she squeezed them around, and I was in heaven.  Her hands squeezing my ass.
No, wait.

   "Spb!" Don't think about it, but I clenched, and puckered.  On her
tongue, right?  Yeah, just like when I busted a nut in that little pussy's
face, Lois.  Like a little girl.

   "Mh!" That wasn't her tongue.  "Ihn!" It was his finger.  Right? 
"Hihn!"

   "You like it?"

   "Ihin?"

   "Yeah, it's all right." She felt my back.  "Relax."

   "HhHhH!"

   "Yeah, just relax, and enjoy it."

   I didn't think I would.

   "Oah!"

   I never thought it would feel so good!

   "Ngh!"

   Of course!  Why else would faggots do it.

   "Yeah, he likes it."

   "Hhuh!" I just lay down.  He rubbed my bottom.  Slapped it.  "Ihn!" I
tensed, and relaxed, but he wiggled it.  "Hihn!" Was that me?

   "You want it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "You want some more?"

   "Nh, yeah!"

   "Say it, tell him what you want."

   "Nh, fuck me.  Fuck my ass more.  Uhfuck!"

   "No."

   "Uhn?" It slipped shut, and puckered.  "HhHhH!"

   "Suck it first."

   "Nh?' I turned away.

   "Look at it."

   "No, please."

   "Go on faggot, you're not scared of a little dick?"

   "Stop."

   "Too late, sugar." I looked up, but she sat back.  Her pants down,
around her ankles, but her knees up.  He legs spread, for her fingers to
work between them.  "You're gonna have to get it wet, if you want him to
fuck you."

   What's happening to me?

   "Mh!"

   "you like it?"

   "Mhm!" His long hard pink dick.  "Eat it, take all of it if you can."

   "Guh, cuck!  Huh!" I grabbed his ass, but it popped back up.  Glistening
wet with his spit, but it was too late.  "Uh, yeah!" I dove on it, gobbled
his cock like I was starving for it.  "Guhl guh gugugugugk!  Kuh!  Spth!"
It ran down, thick, like jizz, with little bubbles popping on it, then his
fingers covered it.  Slicked it up and down with a couple of pumps.

   "Now you're ready."

   "Yeah." I turned around.  "Fugh me noOW!" It hurt.  "Huhn!" I tried to
relax, but he pushed it in slow.  "HhhhhhHhH!" I shivered, and just
relaxed. Closed my eyes to feel every inch drag back out.  "Huh!"

   "Now, you know what it's like." He let my ass go, to squeeze it like a
hotdog bun.

   "Nh!"

   "Faggot."

   "Huh!" I relaxed, but he rubbed my burning cheeks.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me
now."

   "Okay."

   "Ngh!" I grunted, but I took it.  I took it like a man.

   What?  Don't judge me, you fucking pussies.  Just because you're not man
enough to admit what you want.

   It doesn't make me any less of a man.  I like it, it feels good, and
don't judge me because you don't have the balls to try it.

   Try it, then tell me it makes me less of a man, you fucking cowards.

   ;

   {Yeah, whatever you tell yourself, man.  That's not the end, because
there is no end.  It will never end, because we don't talk about it.
   Denial doesn't change anything.}