Disconnected, Part 7

Henry opened the door with a disappointed sigh. “Again, Lilly?” The man stepped aside to let the boy-turn-girl in out of the rain.

Lilly was a tall girl with long straight black hair. Her facial features didn’t betray her former gender, and the small mounds on her chest that were apparent through her matted down t-shirt aided the effect of her transition. She would have been a rather attractive young woman, if not for her black eye.

Henry closed the door, and without speaking, went to the kitchen and fetched a bag of frozen peas for Lilly. Henry hated peas; he kept them only for Lilly’s surprise visits. He handed the girl the vegetables. “Braelyn probably has some clothes here that will fit you.”

Lilly nodded, went up stairs to the room that was ostensibly Brae’s, and got changed. The selection of clothes Brae left at her father’s house was quite limited – a few t-shirts, a pair of jeans, and some panties. Lilly stripped out of her soaking wet clothes, and tossed them in a laundry basket. Lilly stood naked, looking in the mirror at herself. Her fingers traced around the pulsing bruise on her face, down her body to her small breasts. When they got to his small penis hanging limply in front of the empty sack that once housed her testicles, she made a disgusted face and turned away. She pulled on her friend’s panties, jeans and white tank top.

She descended the stairs toting her wet clothing. She put the basket by the basement door, and went to the front room, where Henry waited. “Thank you, Mr. Shaw.”

“You’re always welcome here, Kyle… sorry… Lilly.” Henry said. He motioned for Lilly to sit down, and he joined her. “Your dad, again?”

Lilly nodded, and pulled her knees up to her chest.

“Lilly, uh, Braelyn’s mother would probably be more help to you than I am.” Henry said. He rubbed Lilly’s shoulder lightly.

“She would ask a lot of questions, and call the cops.” Lilly responded. She held the peas against her eye.

“That is probably the best course of action.” Henry said.

“The cops just make it worse.” Lilly coldly responded.

Henry sighed. “Stay as long as you need to. You know where everything is.”

“Mr. Shaw? I uh, don’t have my phone. Can you call Brae? She has some… things that could help.” Lilly looked up at Henry.

“Alright. Have you eaten?” Henry asked. Lilly shook her head. “Alright. I’ll call Braelyn, then order some supper.”

“Thank you, Mr. Shaw.”

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“He really did a number on you this time.” Brae said. She knelt on the sofa and cleaned the makeup off Lilly’s face. Lilly lifted her hand to show her bruised knuckles. “Who swung first?”

“He did.” Lilly said.

Brae smirked. She tested some makeup against the bruise, and assembled a small set for Lilly. “You know, it’s only going to be so long before he does something to you that I can’t cover up, and Jennifer is going to have to call the cops again.”

“It’s just two more years, and I never have to see him again.” Lilly said. She laid back on the sofa.

“Come on, Mom and Jennifer could have you out of there like, now.” Brae said.

“I am not going into foster care at your moms’ house.” Lily said sternly, hints of her masculinity coming out in her voice.

Brae rolled her eyes. “If you are trying to sound intimidating, that crap won’t work with my panties showing out of the top your pants.”

“Brae, I’m not doing this.” Lilly’s voice returned to its feminine tone.

“It doesn’t have to be through the cops. You could just come stay with us, or with my dad.” Brae said as she pulled some clothing out of a bag for Lilly. “You already spend most of your time here.” Brae thought for a moment. “Why don’t you keep more clothes here, anyways?”

“I don’t have time to grab anything before I go when I come here.” Lilly responded.

Brae crawled forward and laid atop of Lilly. “Seriously, though. Don’t go back.”

“I don’t want to talk about it, now. Ok?” Lilly said. She wrapped her arm around Brae’s back and held her.

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“Payton, is your mother coming to pick you up?” Jennifer stood in the door of Brae’s room as Payton packed her backpack of the few things she brought with her.

“No. I was going to walk home.” She said. She looked over her shoulder to make eye contact with the woman.

“It’s pouring out.” Jennifer said.

Payton furrowed her brow and went to the window to see. Sure enough, it was pouring. “Fuck.”

“Language.” Jennifer admonished. “I’ll call your mom and tell her you’re staying over another night. I’ll take you into school with Brae.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Winter.” Payton said and dropped her half-packed bag on the bed. “Where’s Brae?”

Jennifer sucked on her teeth. “Lilly is across the street.”

Payton sighed. “Oh.”

“She’ll be back in a bit.” Jennifer said with a measure of assurance. “Come on down stairs, we’re going to watch a movie.”

Payton shrugged, and walked out of the room, Storm followed close behind her. The three went down to the living room. Valerie had already popped a bowl of popcorn, and Bailey was sitting on the sofa. Payton sat down next to Bailey with Storm flanking the older girl. Jennifer snuggled into Valerie on the love seat.

Valerie turned down the lights, and started the movie. The movie was nothing exciting – some early-twenty-century romantic melodrama. It wasn’t exactly boring, but it didn’t hold Payton or Bailey’s attention.

“So you like me, huh?” Bailey whispered to Payton. Payton squirmed in her seat, unsure how to respond to Bailey. Bailey put her hand on Payton’s knee. “It’s ok.”

“I do.” Payton whispered. Her face turned an intense red from blushing. Storm craned her head to examine Payton’s face with a quirked brow. Payton shook her head at her synthetic; Storm shrugged and sat back.

“After the movie, come up to my room.” Bailey whispered.

“Shh. Trying to watch the movie.” Jennifer admonished the girls while holding on to a tissue. Valerie messed with her phone on the sly and drew Jennifer’s ire for the transgression. Valerie rolled her eyes and put her phone down.

Bailey rolled her eyes and settled back. She leaned against Payton for the rest of the movie. When the credits rolled, Bailey got up and kissed her mom on the cheek. “I’m going to go to bed.” Payton stood up and excused herself to go upstairs.

Once upstairs, Bailey ushered Payton and Storm to her room and shut the door tight behind them. She climbed into bed and patted the spot next to her. Payton smiled nervously and sat down next to Bailey.

“Do you, uh, know about me?” Bailey asked with a little shy grin. Payton blushed again, and looked away. “That’s a yes.” Bailey said with a little giggle. “And you still… like me-like me?”

Payton rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah. That’s actually kind of sort of why I do I think?”

Bailey bit her lip and looked up at Payton. “Do you want to see it?”

Payton’s eyes went wide and she stood up. It is more accurate to say she fell off the bed and Storm caught her. “I… I uh, I…” Payton stammered.

“Payton…” Bailey said; her thumbs already hooked under her shorts’ waistband, ready to remove them. “You and Lily are the only people I’ve met that don’t get freaked out by it.” Her pants had a visible tent in them; she had the eagerness of an eleven-year-old boy.

Payton pulled herself away from Storm and sat down. Bailey smiled and pulled her pants down. Her little cock bounced from the friction of clothing moving against them. Payton bit her lip and stared at the little girl’s member. It was much larger than Payton remembered, but it had been many years since she last saw it.

Payton reached out and touched it. Bailey let out a little giggle and her cock twitched away from Payton’s finger. Payton wrapped her hand around the little shaft and slowly stroked it. Her other hand reached down, but Bailey stopped her.

“Do you want to play… or have sex?” Bailey asked. “I’m not a virgin.” Bailey reassured Payton.

Payton looked between Bailey and Storm before answering. “I want to have sex.”

Bailey moved away from Payton and crawled up the bed. She pulled her shirt off, tossed it on the floor, and laid on her back with her legs slightly spread. Payton worked herself out of her jeans and panties and crawled after Bailey, who stopped her again. “Take off your shirt too… and uh… invite your friend?”

Payton hesitated. She knelt up on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her moderately sized breasts. She nodded at Storm, who stripped efficiently out of her clothes, and climbed into bed with the girls. Storm’s erection was tiny in comparison to Bailey’s, and where Storm had no discernable chest, Bailey’s was starting to blossom.

Payton leaned down, her lips pressed to Bailey’s belly in a series of small kisses, her hands returned to the space between the younger girl’s legs; one hand wrapped around Bailey’s shaft, the other dropped lower to tease Bailey’s lips. Storm moved to kneel behind Payton, whose ass was high in the air and inviting. The synthetic girl’s eyes turned from reflective orange to a mild glowing green, which lit the room. The tiny cock stroked up and down Payton’s pussy lips, as her mouth found Bailey’s tip and enveloped it.

Bailey’s hands cupped the back of Payton’s head, and her hips lifted off the bed, pushing her small shaft into the older girl’s mouth. Payton’s finger pushed unexpectedly into Bailey’s pussy, which sent another shock up Bailey’s body, resulting in a little moan. Storm’s sudden entry into Payton elicited a moan from Payton as well.

Storm’s hips began to thrust against Payton, pushing the older girl’s body, her mouth especially, onto the younger girl. Bailey’s small shaft still filled Payton’s mouth and she had to exert some effort and focus to bob her head to please it. Payton’s tongue cradled the underside of the younger girl’s shaft as her fingers began to pace inside Bailey’s tight cunt. Storm found her pace, and kept it, her tiny cock pressing just deep enough for Payton.

Payton clenched down around Storm’s shaft inside her, her orgasm coming on fast. She had to focus hard on the task in front of her. She moaned around Bailey hard cock as it leaked pre-cum into her mouth. Payton’s fingers thrust quickly and hard into Bailey’s pussy, which was more than enough to bring the younger girl over the edge; Bailey shot her load into Payton’s mouth just as Storm’s cock forced Payton into climax.

Payton held the load in her mouth, with Bailey’s cock, while she caught her breath through her nose. She slurped off the shaft and swallowed the seed. She pulled forward and off of Storm’s cock; white fluid dripped from her cunt. She smiled down at a panting Bailey.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Payton said.

“How long?” Bailey said with a sigh and smile.

“Since you were seven.” Payton said with a returned blush.

“I’ve wanted you to do it since… well… it started getting bigger.” Bailey said. Her face was red with afterglow, so Payton couldn’t tell if she was blushing. “And I want to do it more.”