Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 13: This is New

When I wake up the next morning, it's because I feel the blankets slipping off me. I frown and reach out to pull it back to me. But it falls away. Whatever. I turn over and search for my primary source of heat to cuddle against, but El's gone too.

I open my eyes, and I see a blanket-wrapped El inching to her wardrobe. I watch her as she clutches the thick quilt to her chest and tiptoes away from me.

"You do know I used to be a girl, right? Everything you've got, I've already seen," I inform her. She jumps and turns around slowly.

"But you haven't really seen mine, right?" she mutters.

"I have. Last night."

She blushes furiously and resumes her journey to the wardrobe. I tug on the bit of blanket I can reach and pull her back to the bed. She squeals as she's forced to fall into me. I grin victoriously, roll her under me, and kiss her.

She closes her eyes, and I take that opportunity to unwrap her blanket covered body, like a present. Her hands try to swat me away, but it's futile.

It doesn't take too much effort to get her completely naked, and when I do, I lean back and enjoy the show. Her hands move to cover her breasts and crotch, but I hold them to her sides.

"You know," I say. "You have exactly the type of body I always wanted."

"What, the body of a scarecrow?"

I nod. "You're like a barbie doll. You're so thin, but your boobs are so big... And beautiful."

"So... You don't mind my body?" she asks, stunned. I frown at her reaction.

"Of course not. You're beautiful," I tell her honestly. This renders her speechless. I bend my neck over the swell of her chest and nibble on the skin right above her breasts. I'm an expert at hickeys. I could probably make one in ten seconds as a girl. As a guy, it seems even easier.

"Bry!" She complains when she notices the bruise right above her left breast. It's low enough to be covered by clothes, so I don't know why she's complaining. I kiss up her neck, laying soft, light kisses across the expanse of her skin. "Bry... Eddy will be up any moment. I have to get breakfast... And..." She mutters uselessly. I thrust my already erect cock into her midriff once, and she shuts up. I pull away, admiring her body once again. She does the same, and her eyes go straight to the shaft between my legs. "...Wow," she says.

I look down. And I want to echo what she said. My cock is still coated in patches of my seed, dried out and sticking to the shaft. As well as her blood, browned and dry as well.

She sits up and looks at her own crotch and sure enough – there are white patches and a red-brown trail too. Even as she sits up the pressure exerted on her canal squeezes out some more of my white seed, dirtying the area between her legs further. Along her leg is a trail of liquid, from when she stood up to go to her wardrobe.

We really should have cleaned up before we went to sleep.

"Wow," she says again.

"Yeah. We're filthy," I comment. "But in a good way."

She laughs, then reaches over for a tissue box. She pulls out a few, then hands the box to me and we clean ourselves up – though it isn't very effective, since the fluids have mostly dried up.

"Okay, now we can keep going," I say, throwing the tissue box aside.

"Wait, wait, wait," she says, holding her palms out to me in a 'stop' motion. She laughs at my crestfallen expression. "I need to go make breakfast for our family. Raincheck?"