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Epilogue, Five Years Later
Lisa and I are roommates now. We both have our degrees. She majored in film and I in fashion design. I'm sure glad Mom taught me early to sew. We're both trying to find jobs in our chosen careers, but for now she's a photographer's assistant, doing weddings and bar mitzvahs, and I'm a clerk at the Victoria's Secret outlet, assisting nervous yuppies select sexy underthings for their girl friends.
We still date a lot. The parties with Alfie and Harry have expanded to full-fledged orgies with a total of eight cocks, half of them on us chicks, the other half on guys who pay well for our services. We usually all meet in the gay bar and after the drag show, we head over to Alfie's. It gets pretty wild. The guys are somewhat stoned by then and we love letting them unbutton our blouses and remove our short skirts. Then they get turned on by all the sexy stuff Lisa and I are wearing: bras, bustiers, garters, open crotch lacy panties. The other two chicks look pretty good too, but with my job at VS, Lisa and I have an advantage. The guys paw at our falsies (well, one girl has implants), kiss us all over and manhandle our asses while scrambling out of their pants. We give them all first rate blow jobs, passing them around like sausages in a polish deli. They love to play with our dicks `cause that's why they prefer us to female whores. They even suck us. By the time the fucking starts, all the guys have mammoth erections, but my ass is used to it. We stay around until every man has fucked every chick at least once. Then we collect our money and our clothes, give them each a kiss and leave, promising to be back next week.
Lisa is saving her money for her surgery. She wants to begin hormone therapy next year. Even though I'm completely at ease now with my feminine side, I still like my funny little dick. It makes me feel special. Often on lonely nights, Lisa will give me a hand job and I think back to that first Spring afternoon when Keith caught me jacking off. I am planning to get tit implants when I can afford it though.
I visit Dad about once a week so he can get his fuck. It's nothing as exciting as the nights at Alfie's, but it's still satisfying. I love my Dad and I love making him happy. He doesn't play with my dick. To him, I'm a total female now. Lisa came over and seduced him one time, but he felt awkward about it. He felt he was being unfaithful to me. I told him not to worry about it. It's natural for a guy to want to fuck lots of different asses. But Dad is an old-fashioned monogamist. We've invited him to join our orgies some time, but so far he just shakes his head. He did say he he'd like to see the drag queens though, so we're taking him next month. Maybe after a few drinks, we can tempt him to come over to Alfie's place. We'll see.
Keith graduated from High School after making the honor roll. He could have gone off to college, but opted instead to do his fatherly duty and start supporting his family. He got a well paying job with a computer repair service. He still dates occasionally, but most nights he comes home and plays with Jennie. He spends the whole weekend taking her to the zoo, the circus, the playground, or just going to McDonalds for Happy Meals. He still fucks Mom and she's the happiest she's been in years. He makes her feel young and alive. When Jennie was born, Mom had the doctor tie her tubes so there is no danger of another surprise baby.
Mom encourages Keith to date girls his age. He tells me that sometimes, he'll go dancing, have a few drinks, but won't bother fucking the girl unless she insists. Keith and I have a good sibling relationship now. We talk freely about our lives. He thinks the orgies I describe are weird. "Chicks with dicks!" He'll sneer at the thought, but then remember I'm one of them.
Last summer, Keith didn't go to the lake because he couldn't get the two weeks off. But he drove up there after work on Friday and stayed `til Sunday night. He was anxious to see little Jennie swim. I guess he also got it on with Daisy, who was still going there. Dad of course was the proud papa or grandpapa as the case may be, showing little Jennie's new skills off to everyone.
Jennie is now a beautiful kindergartner. She knows how to flirt and Keith is worried. No boy will ever be good enough for the father. She calls him Keef. And Dad, she calls Pop-Pop. Mom is just Mom, and I'm Fannie. She already helps Mom stamp out cookie dough and lick the mixer beaters. The spare "guest" room is now Jennie's own room, fully stocked with all the toys Pop-Pop spoils her with. I guess she doesn't have any reason to question why Keef and Mom sleep in the same bedroom. Or why when I come home for a visit I sleep with Pop-Pop.
When I went to Keith's graduation, I saw Ms. Harrington. She said I looked great and she wanted to hear all about my life. She was pleased to hear about Lisa; thought it was good for me to have a girl friend to confide in. I invited her to join us for an orgy some time. She said, well, maybe a cup of coffee.
I also saw Mr. Arnoldson. He didn't recognize me at all. I guess I didn't stand out from any of the young cocksucking faggots who gave him blow jobs in the PE office over the years. Instead, he told me what a great athlete my brother was. How he made allstate and could have gone to college on a basketball scholarship. I nodded, "Yes, Keith was always an expert when it comes to baskets." Then Arnoldson tried hitting on me.
All in all, I am grateful to my little brother Keith. He is no longer my boss. I am no longer his slave. But he taught me that my role in life is to make men happy, and to serve them with my asshole.