Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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When Sean's father, Blake, was about Sean's age, he had been made a boi cunt by his father. Blake's father would dress him up and fuck him for a few months, then have guilt feelings and stop for a few months, then he'd start up again. Blake had to be a good little girl for his daddy but was punished whenever he ever acted girly in public. Finally, when Blake was 14, his dad stopped again and this time never resumed the activity, leaving the boy totally fucked up.

As an adult, Blake underwent years of therapy, both individual and group sessions. His shrink organized the group so each man could see his was not the only boi cunt fucked by his father. Six guys met biweekly for about four months. Two were still cross-dressing,--one looked rather frumpy but the other, Chloe Powell, was downright gorgeous. Blake and Chloe often went out for drinks after their sessions and became good friends. Chloe gave Blake a vision of what life would have been for him had his dad been more consistent. Years later, he learned Chloe had been hired as housemother at a special school.

Finally Blake got himself together, married and had three kids, Blake Junior, Bethany and Sean. Blake was a great father, encouraging all his kids in all their sports and hobbies, but never requiring them to be anything other than themselves. Junior turned out to be athletic, on the football, soccer and wrestling teams. Bethany was a cheerleader. By the time Junior was 14 and Bethany 11, their Dad knew they were both having sex, with each other as well as their schoolmates, and felt that was perfectly healthy for kids their age. Young Sean, then 7, was the one who perturbed him most. Growing up he had sometimes taken after his brother and sometimes after his sister. He learned to wrestle and to play hopscotch. He built model cars and baked cakes. When Sean began to play with his sister's lingerie, Blake was concerned. A year later Dad found out Junior had fucked his little brother. Blake told his wife he didn't want them to give the kid any mixed messages like he'd been given. He looked up his old friend Chloe, and he and his wife agreed to send Sean to BCS.

After Sean had been away a week, Blake got a card from Chloe, "Your daughter is making wonderful progress. Her name is Kaitlyn." At the dinner table, Blake laid down the rules:

"When Kaitlyn gets back home, we're all going to welcome your sister. We're not going to use the name 'Sean' ever again."

"Dad, what about when his friends ask for him?"

"You mean 'Her friends,' Junior. You're the only boy in the family now. You have two sisters. If someone calls and asks for Sean, just tell them, 'There's no one here named Sean. I'll let you talk to my sister Kaitlyn.' We all have to support her in this. You can't ever call her a boy. She doesn't have a cock; she has a clit just like Bethany here, and a cunt also. Consistency is the key."

Blake turned to his daughter, "Bethany, you and your mother are going to have to help the little girl with her makeup and her hair and her clothes selection. Everything will be so new for her."

When Junior asked what he should do, Blake said, "You and I will do all we can to help her feel like a real female by using her boi cunt."

"Suh-weet! Can I bring my team mates over to get blow jobs, Dad?"

"Just treat Kaitlyn the same way you do your other sister, Junior."

"Suh-weet!"

The next day, Junior happily helped his dad move Kaitlyn's bed and dresser out of his bedroom across the hall.

"Hey, what's going on?" Bethany asked when furniture started coming into her room.

"It's not right for Kaitlyn to sleep in her brother's room now. She's going to sleep next to her big sister."

"Fuck! I don't want the little pervert in my room."

"Your sister is moving in here, Beth, and that's final. You're going to have to get rid of any clothes you don't wear and make room in your closet for her clothes."

"Shit, what if I don't want to!"

"Then, you can move into Junior's room since you two sleep together anyway." She glared at her brother and capitulated. She began deciding which clothes she could get rid of. She boxed up a bunch of dresses she'd already outgrown which she thought Kaitlyn could wear when she got older. Other things she just discarded and the next day, Dad took them, along with Kaitlyn's old boy clothes down to the thrift store.

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"I'm sorry, Bethany, you had to move all your stuff around."

"That's ok. You're my sister so it's only right we share the same bedroom. I just didn't realize you'd have so much stuff. C'mon, let's open these suitcases. I'll help you hang your things up."

"Thanks, you're being real nice."

"That's ok, Sean. Oops, sorry. Force of habit. I mean Kaitlyn." Bethany popped open one of the suitcases. "Wow, you sure have a lot of sexy underwear!" She picked up a lacy thong. "Mom never let me buy things like these."

"Well, she should. Mizz Isabella told us we should always dress to turn guys on."

"Really? Why is that?" They emptied the first suitcase and Bethany opened the next one.

"That's cause we girls don't got a cock, you know. But we want a cock. We want it bad. And the only way we can get one is to get a guy to stick their cock in our cunnie."

"I see." Bethany started hanging up Kaitlyn's dresses.

"Of course, you know that already cause you always knew you was a girl. I just found out last month I was a girl, so I got a lot to learn."

"I guess I've got a few things to learn also, Little Sister. Wow, is this a see-through blouse?"

"Yeah, hehe. I used to wear that on cat house night."

"What's cat house night?"

"That's when all the girls put on their sexiest clothes and sit in the living room and the men would start driving up and they pick a girl to rent and she makes him happy and then they give her the money and then..."

"Stop! You mean they gave you money for sex?"

"Of course! Mr. Marcus he told us it's the best way a girl can make money. Here, look." Kaitlyn opened her pocketbook and pulled out a wad of bills. "I still got $650. I had a lot more but I spent it on shoes and clothes and stuff."

Bethany screamed, "Junior! Get your fuckin' ass in here now!" The older brother soon appeared wondering what the fuck was the matter. "Listen up, Bro! From now on no more freebies! When your buddies come round expecting to have sex with me and my sweet little sister, they better be ready to pay up."

"What?"

"You heard me. Fair wages for fair service."

"Uh, like how much?"

Bethany turned to Kaitlyn, who was the expert on these matters. The little shemale said, "Well, we get $25 for a blow job and $50 for a fuck, unless it's more than a half hour, then they pay $100. Course a lot of guys gave us extra."

"You're gonna bankrupt me!"

"Don't be silly," Kaitlyn giggled. "Family don't gotta pay." Bethany frowned at her. "Marcus and Alejandro was like our Daddy and big brother at school and they could fuck us any time they wanted. So whenever you and Dad want sex, we'll always be ready. Right, Bethany?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

Junior smiled broadly and gave Bethany a hard slap on her ass. Well, in that case, Kaity, whatever the fuck your name is, Bitch. Get yourself over here and down on your knees." Kaitlyn dropped the dress she was holding and proceeded to open her brother's fly and service the cock every girl longs for. As she wrapped her eight-year old lips around his shaft, their father walked in.

"Now, did I hear this right, Son?"

"You sure did, Pops. My sisters are going to give us sex on demand from now on. I like that school. They taught this little bitch real good."

"Yes, I can see she certainly knows what she's doing. Bethany, you can learn a lot from your little sister. Why don't you come over here and imitate her right now with my mantool."

"Yes, Daddy." Bethany saw there was no point in resisting and soon was swallowing her father's meat. She began to fantasize about all the sexy clothes she was going to buy in the days ahead.

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By the time school started in September, both Blake and Junior were fucking the two sisters at least twice a week. Blake's wife was happy her two daughters could share that responsibility. Every Saturday afternoon, a parade of teenage boys could be seen going in and out of the girls' bedroom.

Twelve-year old Bethany's wardrobe had gotten considerably more erotic since her eight-year old sister moved into her room. When she showed Kaitlyn the hand-me-down clothes she had saved for her, they both laughed. Bethany's old clothes would never turn on any male. The two spent Sundays at the mall spending their new ill-gotten wealth. And every evening at supper, their mother reminded her daughters to take their pills, Kaitlyn her hormone that will keep her a girl and Bethany her birth control that will keep her out of trouble.

It was almost October when Blake confronted his son. "Junior, is it true you've been stealing your sisters' money?"

"It ain't stealing, Dad. They owe me. It's a finder's fee. They wouldn't have any customers at all without me, you know that."

"Now, listen up, shitface. I don't care if my daughters are nothing but two-bit whores. That's all the bitches are good for. But no son of mine is going to make his living as a pimp. You need money? Then get an honest fucking job. Mow lawns or something. You're almost 16. Go to McDonalds. Now give them back the money you stole." Of course, Junior continued to bring his friends by the house anyway. But it would be a while before he got the iPod he had his eyes on.

And just in case there were any shortage in clientele, Blake began to bring his own friends home to be entertained by his two compliant young girls. Unlike the teenagers, these johns could afford to run over the allotted half hour. They took their own sweet time fucking the little cum buckets.

When Blake's wife saw the stream of horny young men her son was bringing home, she began to feel a little jealous of her daughters. Maybe those boys would like to fuck a MILF. She could certainly use the extra cash. She started wearing a robe over her underwear when the boys were there. Then she let the robe hang open. Then she began buying provocative lingerie herself. Finally, fourteen-year old Austin took the hint. Pockmarked and awkward, he hadn't had much luck with the girls in school, and Junior's mother was glad she could take him under her wing. Actually, under her breast and under her crotch.

"You were awfully tired last night," Blake said to his wife. It was Sunday and they were enjoying a late morning coffee.

"Yeah, Austin really got into it. The horny little devil was like the Eveready Bunny. By the time he left, I was ready for sleep. I still love sex, Blake, but I guess I'm not as young as Bethany and Kaitlyn. Hehe."

"Yeah, when I finished fucking Beth last night, she was still ready for more. So Junior took over."

"What about Kaitlyn?"

"Oh, she was out."

"Out?"

"Yeah, my buddy Carson took her out for the evening. I asked her if she'd mind and she reminded me about the formal dinner parties they had at the school. So she got all dressed up in that lovely green taffeta dress she has and he came by and took her out to dinner. I think he may have had tickets to a show also. Then he was taking her back to his hotel. She'll probably be coming home soon."

"Wow. My precious little baby went out on a date and I missed the whole thing, because of Austin."

"Hell, don't get moody, Momma. After all, it's only business. When she gets home, her wallet will be full. Of course, her cunnie as she calls it will be full also. Ha ha."

Blake's wife looked out the window. "Hey, is Junior washing your car?"

"Yup."

"Wow. He's really shaped up lately. He's been taking out the garbage without asking."

"Yeah, and he also cleaned the garage and weeded the garden."

"How did you perform this miracle, Blake?"

"Simple. I told him if he didn't do his share around the house, I'd send him to BCS next July." Don't worry, Reader, it never happened. Eight-year old Kaitlyn would be the only shemale in Blake's home.

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