Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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"Noah, you didn't say a word all through dinner." Madeline was taking off her bra and getting ready for bed. She was disappointed in her husband for not being a more gracious host.

"I really feel fuckin uncomfortable having them in the house. I wish you hadn't invited them." Noah stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.

"But Mason only has one aunt and one cousin. We had to include them in his birthday party. And you saw how happily he played with little Hannah." Madeline put on her nightgown and joined her husband in bed.

"Tony, you mean. Shit, Madeline, he's a boy damn it. A boy with a dick."

"Hush. They'll hear you." Hannah and her mother were in the guest room across the hall. "Mason's always had fun with his cousin."

"Yeah, but he's getting older. He's five now. He's beginning to notice things. When your sister first started bringing the bastard..."

"Noah!"

"I'm sorry, but after all she isn't married so Tony is a bastard. And when she started bringing him around here wearing a dress, it was plain weird. When Mason was born it didn't matter so much, but when they both got older it just got creepy seeing our nephew dressed like a girl. I was so relieved when he went to school and started wearing pants. Well, Hell, that didn't last long, did it! Now she's got him back in dresses. And shit, what slutty dresses. He looks like a little whore! I mean what if Mason wants to imitate Tony."

"Tony was never happy dressing like a boy. You know that. She's certainly a lot happier now. And there's no reason our Mason has to know she's technically a male. You saw him. He's already calling her Hannah. My sister is struggling to raise her child by herself. The least we can do is support her."

The next day, Noah woke up with morning wood. He carefully slipped out of bed so as not to wake his wife and toddled down the hall to the bathroom. The door was ajar but he heard a soft voice singing inside. "I feel pretty, oh so pretty." Noah pushed the door open and saw Tony sitting on the toilet in his nightie. The six-year old quit singing and smiled at his uncle.

"Sorry, Kid. I didn't realize you was taking a dump. I'll wait."

"No, Uncle Noah. I'm not making number 2. I'm making number 1 and I'm all finished now." Hannah tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe her clit, then stood up. Her nightie barely covered her ass. Noah's cock took notice.

"Shit, fella, it's time you learned to piss standing up?"

"Hehe, girls don't do it standing up. We gotta sit down to go peepee." Hannah flashed her sweet smile at her uncle and blinked her eyes. Then her gaze traveled down from his face to his bare hairy chest to his belly to his well-tented boxers. "Uh, Uncle Noah, you look like you could use a blow job." She looked up at his face again.

Noah looked down at his hardon. "Oh, shit." He turned and went back to his bedroom. As he lay next to his sleeping wife, waiting for his stubborn cock to relax, he started thinking. "A 'blow job!' Where the fuck did Tony learn stuff like that? Oh, yeah, I remember, his mom sent him to that weird school last summer. Shit, she's made him into a fuckin whore boy. Hell, I gotta admit, he sure has a sweet looking butt though. If he wants to be a slut, hell, maybe I should just give him the satisfaction some time."

That afternoon, while the grownups sat in the living room and caught up on family news, Hannah played house with Mason under the dining room table. Mason was the Daddy and Hannah of course was the Mommy. Mommy made supper for Daddy, and brought him his slippers, and mixed him a cocktail, and sat and listened as he told her what a tough day he had at work, and then she kissed him and hugged him. Noah kept looking at his nephew, now niece. And Hannah knew he was looking. She knew how to flirt. Ever since she got back from BCS, she had flirted with the neighbor men on her block, with the mail man, with the store clerks, and then when school started, with the male teachers. Many of her efforts produced fruit and she had developed a small but loyal clientele who showed their appreciation for her boi cunt with their wallets. Now she was reeling in a new fish.

The doorbell rang and a boy asked Mason if he wanted to come play in his tree house. Mason asked him if he could bring his cousin Hannah but the boy said "No girls allowed." No one told him that Hannah was really a boy. The two lads went off and Hannah came over to the couch, looked at Noah and grinned. "Uncle Noah?" she cooed.

"What, Tony?" Madeline nudged his ribs. "Yeah, Hannah, whatever."

"Will you play house with me?"

"Play house? No, I don't think so." Another nudge, this one much harder.

"Please, Uncle Noah?" Madeline glared at her husband.

"Oh, what the fuck. OK. But I'm not crawling under the table."

"That's OK, we can play house in your bedroom." She grabbed his hand and went skipping away singing "I Feel Pretty." When they were out of earshot, Madeline and her sister broke out laughing.

Noah closed the bedroom door and locked it. "OK, Kid, now what?"

"Well, you be the Daddy."

"Yeah, I figured that. And of course, you want to be the Mommy I suppose."

"Of course. You look tired, Daddy. Why don't you lie on the bed and I'll make you comfortable." Noah lay down. Hannah loosened his shoes, took them off and set them neatly on the floor. Then she pulled his socks off, rubbed his feet and kissed them. Noah closed his eyes. This wasn't really that bad.

Hannah moved up the bed to his chest. "Sit up, Daddy, so Mommy can take your shirt off." He obeyed and soon her six-year old hands deftly raised his shirt up over his head. When his face reappeared, it was an inch away from the girl's crotch as she pulled the shirt up off his arms. "Mommy thinks you're so handsome, Daddy." She traced her fingers in the ringlets of hair on his chest. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Mommy," Noah found himself saying. He was really getting into this game.

"Will you help Mommy take her dress off?" She didn't wait for an answer. She just knelt on the bed, closed her eyes and waited. After a long quiet minute, she felt her uncle's large masculine hands lifting her jumper up over her head. Noah stared at the child. She was wearing a matched set of bra and panties, both pink and trimmed in red lace. He couldn't help himself. He found himself petting her ass, his ass, no her ass. He looked at the kid and no longer saw a nephew. This was his niece.

He whispered in her ear, "Hannah, will you help me take off my pants?"

Hannah opened her eyes and grinned. "Sure, Daddy." A minute later they were lying side by side in their underwear. "I like playing house with you, Uncle Noah."

"Call me Daddy, Honey." He looked at her. "What do we do next?"

"You tell me, Daddy. When Mommy and Daddy are in bed, what do we do?"

"Well, we kiss." Noah puckered up for a tender avuncular kiss, but was surprised when Hannah's little tongue invaded his mouth. He mumbled, "and we hug." He wrapped his big warm arm around his new niece. "And we pet." That was what Hannah wanted to hear. She started petting her uncle's chest and belly as his hands explored every inch of her soft body. Soon enough, her fingers were manipulating his cock. "Uh, Hannah, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Uncle Noah would like that blow job now." Hannah grinned. She'd made her catch.

Over the months that followed, Hannah and her mother were always welcome guests at her uncle's home. She played lots of children's games with Mason, but played a very special game with Noah. Madeline was pleased her husband had become so tolerant, but she never found out what he did when he had his niece alone. However, Hannah's mother knew of course, just as she knew about all the other men in the little six-year old shemale's life, and Noah often came by to visit his niece at her house, where they didn't need to worry about getting caught.

The following spring, Noah began to give serious thought to sending Mason to BCS. Then, would Madeline be so tolerant?

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