Chapter 3: The Teasing Initiative

Adapting to my newest temporary port of call was a lot harder with my pants bulging at every opportunity. I was still at that age when I would randomly get hard, but I was damn certain my new Aunt and Sister were intentionally trying to keep me that way. The number of flashes of Mindy’s tits or ass. Her giving the okay for me to come down to use the bathroom while she was laying on her bed bloody naked. It was happening at random.

The shame was when she wasn’t making me regret being born male she was actually kind of nice to be around. She was smart, had a wicked sense of humor, and she cheated at board games. She had two friends that she was always running off with and a fiancé. She also taught Dance after her classes at the nearest college.

My aunt seemed to be doing the same. She sat on my lap when I was in her spot on the couch once and wriggled till I begged her to move and then she pulled out her bloody knitting. She didn’t flash me the way Mindy was, but she seemed complicit in it. Didn’t even flinch when she called me and she was sitting on the couch with her tits out. Personality wise, she seemed to be trying to take an authoritarian approach. She yelled, she ordered, she blustered about silly little things, but it felt like an act. I fought the urge to push back, but I knew I’d eventually snap.

The only place I was safe from the teasing was when I was with the Grandmother. I quickly came to like her. She was stern and ornery, but she seemed to genuinely care about my well being and expressed regret about not taking me in sooner. I ended up watching TV with her a lot. I found I quite liked Murder she, Wrote and Jeopardy. Jeopardy also gave me an excuse to avoid my aunt’s ‘Bath times’ and what followed.

I found out she had a church piano covered in books behind a support beam in the living room. It took a while to move the books and tune it, but eventually that gave me an outlet to get reacquainted with practicing yet another thing Mrs. Smith had taught me.

It was about two weeks after the first ‘show’ that I found out the reason for the teasing. I heard yelling and went into the attic proper to check it out and found my sister and Aunt Ginny were arguing in her room. Mindy was the louder of the two, “I told you I’m not doing that.”

Ginny was quick to respond, “It will be good for him. After what he’s been through we have to keep him on the straight and narrow.”

“He’s my brother. I’m not going to fuck him. It weird enough that you want me to show him skin.”

“I’ve told you the things his father did to him. You’ve seen his eye, that’s not even the worst of it. If we don’t want him turning out gay or into a sissy he needs to be made a man.”

“Then you fuck him.”

“I would, but it’s a sibling thing.”

“What you fucked Uncle Nick?”

“Of course I did. And your mother. And Mom did all seven of her surviving siblings in her day. That’s what this family does. It doesn’t go between generations ... well except your great uncle Seamus and that’s why he got shot.”

“Well, I’m not fucking the little pipsqueak.”

“Fine, but at least try some physical contact. Kissing. Make it a game.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“You should also take him shopping. School starts in a week and most of his clothes don’t fit.”

“You going to pay for that.”

“I’ll give you my card if you don’t go overboard.”

“Alright, but I don’t think I’ll have time till school starts.”

“It’ll have to do.”

Having overheard the reason why I was being teased I returned to my room and decided to ignore it as much as I could. I really had no desire to know about my bitch of a mother’s sex life. That anybody fucked my Uncle’s 350 pound ass seemed a miracle, since I was certain his two children had a different father. My aunt was a mystery though ... And I do love a good mystery.