The Shape of Things to Come (Hypernaturals 15)

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Morgan anticipated Janie would want some alone time after the big reveal soiree, so she had the RV ready for them. Powered up, cleaned out, jacuzzi warmed up, and refreshments laid in. If Janie did not freak out by what we told her and get it Juiced back out of her head, then Morgan was sure Janie would want more time to talk and for other adult activities.

Janie did not freak out, and her primary concern seemed to have been the non-poly worry about the fact that Morgan is married. A misplaced morality that is indicative of who Janie is. Her acceptance of the explanations also put Janie in a fine light. Once again I feel like Janie is a better person than the hand she has been dealt by life.

Morgan feels that same way and aims to change it, or Janie would not have been invited at all this evening.

Their RV time together is not exactly alone time, as I was explicitly invited.

By Janie.

I keep being told I am dumb about women, and I suppose I am. I figured after all the reveals that Janie would want some downtime with Morgan to talk things over. One on one. I would be wrong and I was. Apparently, when Janie gets promised a threesome, that is more important to her than Vampires being real. Go figure.

The family RV is a huge fifth wheel with a good-sized bathroom. That bathroom has a smallish jacuzzi tub in it. Barely fits. Morgan and Jessica did all kinds of things to the structure of the RV to make that work at all. We also lost the built-in RV-style clothes washer in the process of the refit. A trade we were more than happy to make.

We three are bobbing about in the water. Their hair is up to not get wet.

Janie is between Morgan and me, tracing her fingers up and down my chest and abdomen. "It feels... The same. I mean. You know. I saw the fangs, but this feels the same. Your skin. Your muscles. Your chest hair. Your tiny boy nipples." Her hand roamed lower and dipped into the water to find what she sought. "This looks and feels the same, too. Normal, your know? Same shape. Same everything as any other man. Not counting the usual differences like size and color and all that. The pubic hair... These two soft, round little guys down here. I mean: not little. Normal-sized balls... Sorry... my bad. Shit!"

"Janie. I like you felt comfortable enough to say exactly what you were thinking. I am not sensitive about my personal size. You like what I have to offer you or you don't. There is a limited range in which I can change it. My balls stay the same size. Mostly. What you see. Feel, in this case. That is what you get."

"I enjoy what he brings under the table. He has never had reason to doubt that and he never shall." Morgan told Janie.

"What do you call this?" Janie caressed me, relieved I was not upset. "Morgan has made me certain lovely promises and I wish to use the right words. Mike calls his a cock. You use Dick? Cock? Johnson? Men have so many words for this lovely thing. I never liked 'cock' much. Makes me think of a male chicken. I guess Mike can be the cock of the walk sometimes..." Janie asked me.

"Not Johnson. Hate that one. Not any names that make it sound like a different person. I never pretend that flesh in your hand is not part of me. Something that is bolted or strapped on. Vera has those. If I have an erection that is intentional and that is me doing it. Nor is it 'little Adrian' or anything stupid like that. In a medical situation, like talking to Jessica at the fertility clinic? Penis. Jessica once mentioned Penile humor, but that was a pun based on 'puerile humor'. Other than that, I rarely talk about it. Denise calls it my dick sometimes, but Denise sometimes likes to talk dirty. Usually during meetings, when she'll send me a message that says something like "I would much rather your dick was inside my pussy than listen to this crap' kind of things. Jessica too, but differently. Denise is before. Jessica is during. My Morgan tends to point and say 'Can I have that?' 'or give that to me now' and I say yes. Helen has been all over the map on names and not just for male body parts. My entire being has come in for various insults. If Helen says cock, it's because I 'cocked things up' and it's a different meaning. If she says something stupid like 'Rodney', I ignore her. If she says 'love stick' I figure she has been watching porn again, and I am at least happy she used the word 'love'. When we were not getting along the terms tended to be more insulting. I thought only with my dick kinds of things. My 'little brain'. Lately not so much. When she is feeling romantic, she does not separate that one body part from the rest of me. She does sometimes treat me like I came with a leash, but that is about leading me to bed, so I do not resist. When a lady Vampire has a hold of me there? Resistance would be futile anyway."