Motherfucker's Revenge - Chapter Two
"Where have you been, Motherfucker?" Wendy demanded as she leaned against my car. "We've been waiting twenty minutes."
"Motherfucker?" Kyle's soft brown eyes grew large and I hadn't expected to see him standing there. The school day had just ended and I just wanted to go home.
"It's like a pet name," my girlfriend explained with a grin.
"Oh." Kyle smiled nervously and nodded.
"Simmons kept me after class." I shrugged. "It's my day. What's going on?"
I looked at the two of them, Wendy and Kyle, and really hoped I looked a lot more innocent than I felt. Not about being late; Ms. Simmons always had one student stay to help her clean up the chemistry lab, locking up the chemicals and wiping down the stations. I hadn't lied about that, but I'd been avoiding Wendy ever since coming back from lunch and Kyle ever since the thing in gym class. They were about the last two people on earth I wanted to see, except for Chris maybe.
"Kyle needs a ride home," Wendy said. "So I told him we'd give him one."
"What's wrong with the bus?" I wondered, and immediately regretted it when I saw the look on his face. "Sorry. Yeah, I can give you a ride."
"Thanks," the boy said, but he wasn't smiling and Wendy looked pissed.
"You're such a nice guy," she said sarcastically, and I deserved that.
Kyle had been one of my best friends for a long time and still would be if he wasn't a fag, or so I told myself. I just hoped he wouldn't slip up or something and let Wendy find out about us. Not that there was any us, there wasn't. I mean, I didn't want anyone to know I'd let him suck my dick because even though I wasn't a fag, that would sound kinda gay. But there definitely wasn't any us at all.
"No! Sit in the front," Wendy said as Kyle reached for the rear passenger door. "You can sit with me."
"Okay." Kyle giggled and I wished he'd stop that. It made him sound like a 13-year-old girl.
"If a cop sees us…" I sighed, cause there was a seat belt law for passengers and my Honda had a big back seat.
"So? Avoid the cops, Motherfucker," she told me as Kyle sat on Wendy's lap, and it sounds weird maybe, but she was actually a little bigger than him.
"Stop calling me that." I frowned, pulling my door closed with a whump.
"I'm embarrassing him." My girlfriend laughed, wrapping her arms around Kyle's tummy as she pulled his back against her tits.
"I can tell," he agreed, and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not embarrassed, I just…don't like it," I sighed.
"You wanna know what I call Kyle?" Wendy asked, and I wasn't sure which of us she wanted to tease.
"Wendy!" The boy giggled and even blushed, so it must have been him. I'd had no idea they were this friendly with each other.
"Princess!" she said with a grin. "Isn't that awesome?"
"Uhhh…Whatever." I made a face as I had to turn towards them so I could look over my shoulder and back the car out of the parking space.
"Don't you want to know why?" Wendy asked sweetly, definitely teasing Kyle as the boy tried to shush her.
"Shhh…Don't," he pouted. "Be nice."
"I can probably guess," I told her, and Kyle's eyes caught mine for just a second.
His wavy brown hair had fallen across his face and it wasn't terribly long, not like Wendy's or anything, but long enough to look girlish and sexy. Especially with his pretty face all flushed pink with embarrassment and Wendy hugged him like her baby or something, rubbing her cheek against his head and smiling at me. They looked good together and I felt a twinge of jealousy because even though I knew they hadn't had sex or anything, it seemed pretty obvious they'd shared something and I didn't know what.
The drive to Kyle's house seemed long and awkward. I didn't have anything to say and even if I did, I wouldn't have known how. Kyle just sat on Wendy's lap and smiled mostly, occasionally whispering something and I wished I could have heard them. Wendy would whisper back and the girl couldn't sit still. Not because of her sore butt either. She fidgeted with excitement and I'd seen her that way before. Wendy could be really bad at birthdays and Christmas, or anytime she had a surprise for someone. My girlfriend just ached to tell me something, but Kyle wouldn't let her.
"Here we are," I said, pulling to the curb in front of Kyle's house and he only lived a block away from me.
"Do you wanna come in?" he asked.
"Of course we do!" Wendy exclaimed before I could answer.
"I need to get ready for work," I told them as Wendy opened her door. "You guys have fun."
"Oh no!" My girlfriend shook her head at that idea. "You've got a couple hours. Come on, we wanna show you something."
"I've got an hour and half," I sighed. "I need to get ready and…"
"See?" Kyle said as he climbed off Wendy's lap and out of the car. "Jimmy's gotta go home."
"No he doesn't," she said, grabbing my keys in the ignition and turning off the motor. She yanked them out with a giggle before I could stop her.
"Wendy!"
"What?" she asked innocently. "Go home then. You can walk from here."
"I need my keys," I told her, and of course she knew that. I couldn't get into the house without them.
"Come on, Princess," Wendy said, taking Kyle by the hand. "He'll catch up."
"Wendy…" I sighed, sitting behind the steering wheel as they walked across Kyle front yard. "Damn it!"
She'd always enjoyed those sorts of games, you know, just fooling around and teasing me. It was one of the things I liked about the girl, how she could be spontaneous and even careless about stuff sometimes. But it could be kind of a chore too, especially if I wasn't in the mood for it, and I had a lot on my mind right then.
Aside from worrying about Kyle being a fag and Wendy being a slut, and Mom being…I dunno, my girlfriend? Whatever Mom was...Besides all that, now I had to think about Ginny. I hadn't sorted out my feelings for her at all, except I knew I liked her a lot more now than I had when I'd woken up that morning. Did I love her? Not the way I loved Wendy, but…Yeah. Maybe. Sorta. I wanted to see her again and talk about it, but she'd gotten mad after I'd cum inside her pussy and wouldn't even listen to me!
I'd taken the girl's virginity, made real love to someone I wasn't related to for the first time in my life and I'd screwed it up. And now Wendy wanted to play games with Kyle of all people! God! I hadn't even told her about Ginny yet and not because I didn't want to make Wendy mad, I did, but because I didn't want to hurt Ginny. Again. Fuck! I couldn't tell anyone what we'd done, not even Chris; I had to protect her.
So much for my big revenge plan, huh?
Reluctantly, I followed Wendy and Kyle into the house and I'd been there before. I mean, we'd known each other since the boy had moved into the neighborhood about ten years before. Kyle's parents were okay and he had a couple sisters, the twins, who had just turned ten. They were okay, I suppose. I didn't see them too much and I guess they took after their dad the way Kyle took after his mom, which was too bad for them.
His dad looked like Charlie Brown. The cartoon guy? Kind of a big round head and no chin and kinda bald. That's what we called him too, even Kyle sometimes, but not in a mean way. It was just funny. Kyle's mom, on the other hand, didn't look like a cartoon at all. She was petite and small all over with thick brown hair and those same doe eyes her son had. The same heart shaped face and sweet round butt too, except I'd noticed hers and ignored Kyle's, you know. Anyway, his parents were okay and I only knew them the way a kid's friends do, meaning sorta vaguely.
"Where'd you guys go?" I yelled from the living room of the quiet house.
"Upstairs!" Wendy yelled back. "Stay down there!"
"Get a Coke or something," Kyle told me, his voice floating down the stairs. "Look in the refrigerator."
"Yeah, I figured that," I replied. "I gotta go pretty soon!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Wendy said, and I could hear Kyle laughing.
I had no idea what they were doing and I wasn't especially curious as I wandered into the kitchen looking for that Coke. Mostly I wondered if I should try calling Ginny or not, but she'd probably hang up on me. I should have pulled out like I'd promised I would, I knew that, but it had felt so good cumming inside her! It felt special somehow, I can't explain it. I just wished she'd felt it the way I had and could've seen herself when I'd given her my sperm. She'd looked so beautiful to me and I couldn't get her out of my head.
The kitchen phone was mounted to the wall with a wicker basket thing for bills and catalogues and stuff right above it. I'd have to call directory assistance to get her phone number and then I'd need a pen, so I started digging through the envelopes. Phone bill, electric bill, credit card bill…I wasn't snooping, just looking for a pen. Victoria's Secret? It was addressed to Eleanor Nesbit, Kyle's mom, but I figured his dad probably liked it too. I had to stop looking for a pen just long enough to check out the Angel Collection, you know, and those chicks were ridiculously hot! I sorta ended up leaning against the counter, sipping my Coke, and wasting about half an hour doing that.
"Ahem!" Wendy cleared her throat from behind me and I jumped, blushing like I'd been caught looking at a dirty magazine, which it kinda was. Victoria's Secret was like politically correct porn, like Playboy without all the annoying words, and I stuffed it back into the basket quickly. I hoped she wouldn't notice that my dick had gotten hard and I had to resist the urge to look down.
"Hi Jimmy," Kyle said softly, and I blinked at him. The boy was wearing a dress!
"Uhhh…"
"Go on!" Wendy giggled, pushing him towards me and Kyle swatted at her hand with nervous annoyance.
He wore make-up too. He had red lips and pink cheeks and emerald eye shadow that looked really great with his eyes and it matched his green dress and…Kyle looked like a girl! He wasn't magically transformed or anything. I mean, he was still Kyle, I could see that, but he didn't need a lot of magic anyway because he was so naturally pretty and...Fuck! He looked like a girl.
"Surprise," Kyle said with a soft giggle, sort of smoothing his skirt and standing just a few feet in front of me. I could smell his perfume!
"Kyle?" I almost laughed, but not because he looked funny or ridiculous and it was probably a good thing I didn't. The look in his eyes told me how terribly nervous he must have felt.
"Kylie," he said with a shrug of his slender shoulders.
They were bare, the green dress he wore having sort of a stretchy tube top attached to a short pleated skirt. He had stockings on his legs and high heel shoes and I just looked him up and down. He didn't have any tits or anything, but that didn't seem to matter in the least and his flat chest didn't make him any less feminine. He even had red nail polish on his fingers and maybe on his toes, except it was hard to tell.
"I like to call him Princess," Wendy said happily. I'd totally forgotten she was there for a second.
"Do I look okay?" Kyle, er…Kylie asked.
"Turn around for him," my girlfriend suggested, and he did. Kylie turned slowly, smiling shyly over his shoulder at me.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "You look, um…like a girl."
"Am I pretty?" Kylie wondered, and that was just a tease and we both knew it. I laughed and he giggled, blushing as I nodded my head.
"Yeah. You're pretty, Kylie. Jeeze. How long have you been, um…"
"Almost a year," the boy said, glancing at Wendy. "Right?"
"Yeah, about that." She nodded. "It took awhile to get him to try it, but now we do it all the time."
"Do what?" I asked her.
"Play dress-up!" Wendy giggled, stepping closer and putting her arm around Kylie's waist and hugging him. "Princess just needs a real boyfriend now."
"Yeah," he sighed wistfully and they were both smiling at me.
"What?" I looked between them and I already had an idea of what they were suggesting, but I didn't understand why.
"Come on," Wendy purred. "You already let him suck your cock."
"You told her?" I blinked at him and Kyle…Kylie…shrugged with a meek, apologetic smile.
"We tell each other everything," he admitted. I wondered if he knew how many guys she'd fucked, but I didn't want to think about that.
"So I told Princess I'd share my boyfriend with him…her?" Wendy smiled at Kylie. "Since it turns out I'm already sharing anyway, you little slut."
"Thanks," Kylie said with another teasing giggle.
"What are best friends for?" Wendy shrugged. "But only until you get one of your own."
"Yeah, I know." Kylie scrunched up his? or her nose and nodded. Her nose, I guess, and it seemed to be easier to think of him as a real girl.
"Look, um…I'm not gay or…whatever," I said slowly, looking at Wendy as she reached for me. "I mean, I like you and everything, uh, Kylie…but I don't want to, um…"
"Then why is your cock so hard?" Wendy whispered, pressing her hand to the lump in my jeans.
"Mmmm…" I swallowed hard and Kylie took my hand in hers, nodding her head and smiling.
"We can go upstairs," she said softly as Wendy giggled in agreement, slipping to my side and urging me to follow the girlish boy.
"Don't be shy," Wendy said. "It'll be fun. You just have to relax, that's all. Kylie's even more girl than I am!"
"God," I sighed. "If anyone finds out about this…"
"I won't tell anyone!" Kylie said with a grin, tugging my hand with both of hers as she walked backwards through the kitchen.
"Our secret." Wendy nodded, pushing me from behind with her tits against my back. "We have a lot of those now, hmmm…Motherfucker?"
She'd whispered the words into my ear and I didn't think she was threatening me or whatever. Wendy just wanted to remind me that we'd left Kansas far behind and anything seemed possible. Kyle was a girl now and so pretty, so unbelievably sexy, and Wendy…I still loved her. People might wonder why I stayed with her, why I accepted any of this when a normal boy, any rational young man would have shouted "Stop!" and refused to let himself be used by his friends and family.
I wanted to, believe me. I wanted my old life back, the one where my girlfriend was a virgin and wouldn't let me fuck her. The one where my parents were normal, hardworking people. Where my friends didn't betray me or wear dresses or any of that stuff. I wanted to be normal, but the truth was that my life had never been normal. I'd been living in a lie, see? So where was the truth? That's what my quest and this story is really about. Not fixing a wrong or getting revenge or any of that, it's about living with who and what we really are. And I didn't know who I was yet. I had to stay on the roller coaster to find out, and somehow ride it all the way to the end.
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"I want to make you feel good," Kylie told me as soon as we'd reached her bedroom.
I barely had a chance to wonder what was going on before she went to her knees on the carpet in front of me. I tried to remember the last time I'd been over and it couldn't have been more than a month ago, but things had seriously changed. The old sports posters were gone, replaced with a collage of boy bands and fashion photos and girlish stuff like that. The blue paint had turned into pastel wallpaper with hearts and teddy bears along the borders. The model airplanes were still there, Kyle had always loved those, but now Kylie had stuffed toys and a treasure chest on her dresser full of inexpensive jewelry.
"What happened to your room?" I asked, looking around and it hadn't quite sunk in yet.
"We talked her mom and dad into redecorating," Wendy said with a grin, practically hopping across the bedroom and flopping onto the bed with a giggle. "Isn't it great?"
"Ummmm…" I moaned as Kylie took the head of my swollen cock into her mouth even as she pushed my pants down my legs.
"I told Princess you're gay, but she didn't believe me," Wendy sighed, propping herself up with her elbow on the bed.
"I'm not gay," I said, stepping out of my jeans and boxers while I held Kylie's shoulders. She just kept nursing on my cock gently, only the glans and a little more, washing me with her tongue.
"Whatever." My girlfriend shrugged. "It's pretty cool anyway. I've been looking forward to this since…God! Forever it seems like."
"Oh, hmmm…" I breathed, finding Kylie's face with my hand and pulling the hair out of her eyes so I could see them.
"Umph hmph…" She tried to smile around my cock, but Kylie had a small mouth and her red lips were stretched tightly around the shaft. I could see the stain of her lipstick on my skin as she began to slide her mouth up and down slowly.
"Why?" I asked Wendy, grunting the word softly as Kylie's tongue wriggled along the underside of my prick. The sensation made me push with my hips, wanting to feel more of her warm, wet mouth around my cock and she gagged weakly, pulling off for a breath of cool air.
"I dunno." My girlfriend giggled. "Why do guys like lesbians? Double the trouble, right?"
"I guess," I said with a weak laugh of my own, watching Kylie's small hand stroke the shaft while she rubbed the head around her mouth and chin. I had to be insane and part of me wanted to run, but my cock wanted me to stay.
"Do you want me to lick your balls?" she asked. I nodded, kind of holding my breath as Kylie pointed my cock at the ceiling and kissed the spot where it joined my scrotum.
"She's totally girl anyway though," Wendy said, and then laughed. "The first time I kissed her, Princess practically turned green."
"I did not!" Kylie pouted over her shoulder. She looked up at me, jerking me off and licking her smeared lips. "I just didn't like it very much."
"You almost puked!" Wendy rolled her eyes. "Kyle's a fag, but Kylie is definitely straight."
"And that's how you figured out…" I started, pulling Kylie's face closer because I really did want to see her sucking on my balls.
"That and Lisa caught him wearing her panties!" Wendy said happily and Kylie wanted to say something but her face was pressed to my cock and balls.
"Say what?" I asked, sort of bending my knees and spreading my thighs as Kylie opened her mouth wide and took one of my nuts between her lips.
"He was hanging out with Roger, Lisa's brother? Who's not a fag, by the way," Wendy shrugged. "Anyhow, Kyle didn't know Lisa was home and there he was, trying on Lisa's panties in front of the mirror."
"Ohhh…" I nodded, staring at Kylie as she had her face tilted upward with my cock lying across her nose and my left nut in her mouth. She held the back of my legs, sliding her hands up and down while she suckled on my sack and washed it with her tongue.
"After that we decided Kyle needed professional help!" Wendy laughed. "So we had a little slumber party and turned Kyle into Kylie, and she's so much happier now. Right, Princess?"
"Mmmm…Yeah," Kylie breathed before taking my other testes into her beautiful mouth.
She even licked behind my balls, tickling the soft skin and stretching to lick my asshole as I stood there. Kylie let my cock and balls rub all over her face, turning her head this way and that as precum spilled from the tip to stain her cheeks. She didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, I think Kylie really liked getting sloppy like that and she had spit running down her chin and neck, making her flushed skin shine in the fading sunlight.
"Oh man!" I blinked and looked around. "I've gotta go to work!"
"No you don't," Kylie whispered, taking my cock into her mouth once more and pushing her face down to take as much of it as she could.
"I'll call your boss," Wendy said, reaching for her purse and getting her celphone out. "What's the number…Oh! Never mind…Got it…"
"Jesus! Kylie…" I gasped as she did that thing with her mouth full of spit and precum, swishing it like mouthwash and I could feel it moving around my cock. I could feel her tongue as well, squeezing under and along my cock with just enough room to make it feel awesome.
"…Yeah, this is Jimmy's mom," Wendy was saying into the phone and I hadn't really been paying as much attention to her as I should have. "His father's taken him to the hospital…Oh, we're not sure, but it could be appendicitis…"
"What?" I blinked at her and Wendy shot me a frown, waving her hand to shut me up.
"…I hope so too, yes…I'm on my way now…" Wendy continued. "Thank you so much…Uh-huh…I'll be sure to let Jimmy know. Goodbye."
"You can't tell them I got appendicitis!" I said, and Kylie had stopped sucking my dick as we both stared at my girlfriend.
"I didn't say you have it!" She giggled. "It might only be a tummy ache!"
"Oh God," I sighed. "You're gonna get me fired."
"No way." Wendy shook her head. "Oh! Your boss wants me to tell you to get well soon."
"Great!" I rolled my eyes and Kylie giggled and my dick hadn't gone soft at all.
"What time is it anyway?" she wondered, looking at Wendy who looked at her celphone.
"Almost five," Wendy said. "Your mom's picking up the twins, right?"
"Yeah," Kylie agreed and looked up at me. "They have dance class after school, but they'll be home in half an hour."
"What about your dad?" I asked.
"He gets home about six," she answered. "We've got time if you want to fuck me."
"Ummm…" I swallowed hard because even though I thought of Kylie as a girl, sorta, I knew she wasn't. Kyle was a boy and there would only be one way to fuck him and…
"Oh yeah!" Wendy nodded eagerly, pushing herself off the bed. "You guys gotta do it!"
"Do you want to?" Kylie asked me, holding my cock and jerking me off slowly as he knelt there. "Or we can just do it this way, if you want. I don't mind."
"Do it on the bed," Wendy urged us, but we weren't really listening to her and I wasn't ready to fuck a boy in the butt, I didn't care how sexy he looked.
"Yeah, just suck it," I told Kylie. "Okay? And then, um…Maybe next time…"
"Next time?" Wendy pouted, being the spoiled brat she was. "I wanna watch you guys do it!"
"Alright." Kylie smiled at me, perhaps even blushing, except it was hard to tell. Her face had turned pretty pink anyway.
She gave me an awesome blowjob, too. Like ten times better than the one I'd gotten from her at school. Kylie could relax more, we both could, and she wanted to make it last too. We had half an hour and every time I started getting close, she could tell. Kylie would relax and let me go, not sucking or jerking me off, but ignoring my cock and kissing my stomach or my thighs. She'd stroke my skin while my loose cock bobbed up and down, dripping precum onto the floor or on Kylie's dress as she hadn't taken off anything.
Wendy moaned and pouted and made faces like we were ruining her life, but I caught her rubbing her pussy through her jeans too. The girl did get off watching Kylie and me having sex, even if it was only a blowjob. I thought she wanted to take her pants off and really finger her horny cunt good, but she didn't want to give us the satisfaction probably. That's the problem with pride; it tends to get in the way of our best interests at times.
"Five-thirty," Wendy breathed, lying on the bed and definitely wet between her thighs. I could see the denim stained dark with her juices.
"Uh-hmmm…" I nodded, unable to say much more than that as I held Kylie's head with both hands.
I dug my fingers in her silky hair, trying to keep myself from forcing my cock into her throat. I just wanted to fuck her so badly, to fuck her mouth and ram my prick balls deep into that incredibly warm, wet place. My mom could do it and had done it, but I didn't want to think about her. I couldn't think about anyone else but Kylie and how she bobbed her head up and down quickly, finally racing against the clock to give me the orgasm she'd teased me with for the last thirty minutes.
She held my balls in her left hand and jerked me off with the other, following her taut lips up and down with her fist. My shaft glistened with saliva and precum and Kylie's neck and the top of his dress had become soaked. The stuff dripped from his chin and she'd gotten seriously sloppy, but that just made it so much better somehow. I tried to hold back, enjoying the anticipation as it became physical, a real desire that I strained to control and with a sharp gasp and deep groan finally surrendered to.
"Ah! Mmmmm…Kylie!" I arched my back and held him tightly, refusing to let her go as my cock pulsed violently and flooded her mouth with semen.
"Yessss…" Wendy hissed from somewhere beyond my senses, as if a veil had been drawn between pleasure and reality. "That's so cool!"
Pleasure was reality though and Kylie swallowed my cum as quickly as she could, but a lot of it spilled from around my cock to add to the mess. She coughed and gagged a little, but didn't let me go. Semen clung to her face and dripped from her chin on long, silvery strands. She looked pretty amazing like that, I thought, and for just those few brief seconds I honestly forgot Kylie wasn't a real girl. And when I remembered…Well, I'd sorta started thinking maybe it didn't really matter what she was, you know? Kylie was just Kylie and that made me wonder what really made a person a boy or girl.
That had to be the giddy euphoria of cumming though. The answer's pretty obvious and Kylie had a dick, and that made her a boy and a fag and…Why did I even like her? Strange thoughts filled my head as I watched Kylie use my cock to push semen towards her mouth so she could swallow it. I liked Kylie. Yeah. More than I liked Kyle, I thought, and that didn't make any sense as she started licking my cock clean. They were the same person! Except they weren't somehow…Were they?
"Whoops!" Wendy sat up on the bed. "Your mom's home, Princess."
That cleared my head and the only pressing question remaining was, "Where did my pants go?"
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"Hey Jimmy!…Hi Jimmy!" the twins said at the same time as we entered the kitchen. "Hi Wendy!…Hey Wendy!" They smiled as they skipped out of the kitchen, heading for the television probably.
The two girls were barely ten years old with round faces and sandy hair and kinda round bodies like their dad, but I thought they'd probably look better when they got older. I hoped so anyway, it would suck being a woman and looking like Charlie Brown! They were cute anyway, mostly, even though it doesn't sound like it, but they were just kids so that explains it.
Their mother, on the other hand, looked a lot like Kylie. Small, slender, definitely cute with doe eyes and chestnut hair falling around her shoulders in waves. She seemed pretty surprised to see me too. Not Wendy, just me and the woman blinked at me for a second before saying anything.
"Jimmy. Hi." She glanced towards the door, looking for Kyle, but he was upstairs washing his face and changing his clothes. "What, um…Where's Kyle?"
"Using the bathroom." Wendy shrugged and she seemed pretty at home as she started helping Kyle's mom put away groceries.
"Is he…"
"Yeah," my girlfriend replied. "She'll be down in a minute."
"Oh." Kyle's mom looked at me and spoke slowly, softly, and maybe a little nervously. "So you know about Kylie."
It wasn't a question and I wasn't totally sure how to reply, but Wendy did it for me.
"Yeah," she said with a smile. "Jimmy knows everything now."
"Okay." The woman nodded and stared at me, and for a second there I thought Kyle's mom was mad about something.
Of course, it didn't help that her son had just spent about an hour sucking on my dick! I probably looked more than a little guilty and the weird part was I didn't feel bad because Kyle was a boy, I was worried just because this was Kylie's mom, you know? I'd felt that same way after making out with Wendy and feeling up her tits before sitting down to dinner with her parents. It wasn't a gay thing, it was a "I just had sex with your daughter!" thing and I think Kyle's mom could tell. The whole thing confused me too, thinking about Kyle and Kylie as two different people and...
"Hi Mom," Kyle said brightly, as if we hadn't been doing anything at all…Except it wasn't Kyle I saw standing there. "What's for dinner?"
Kylie had put on a pair of denim shorts with daisies stitched into the back pockets where they hugged her cute, round butt. Above that a yellow t-shirt that said "Tasty!" across her flat chest and it didn't quite cover her thin waist or sexy little tummy. I could see her inny belly button and the waistband of Kylie's pink panties peeking above her shorts. She had red toenail polish too, just like on her fingers, and she'd even put on a little pink lip gloss and brushed her hair.
Fuck! Kylie looked even sexier than she had in that dress, and her mom…his mom!…didn't even seem to notice. That seemed insane, even though I'd gotten some major clues and already suspected as much in the back of my mind, but seeing it was something else. Kyle had to be living as a girl at home. Like living two completely different lives, one at school and one at home and…Jesus! I thought my life was weird!