Staying in the Family 12

The next morning, Emma crept into her mother’s room and was surprised to find Nate and Shaun spooning. Nate’s wig lay underneath him and Shaun. Not missing another golden opportunity she took out her phone and snapped a picture of the odd couple. Quietly she took down the mini camera and placed it in her pocket before throwing open the curtains and letting in the blinding sun.

“Ugh!” Shaun groaned as the light assaulted his eyes. 

“What in hell?” Nate moaned, covering his eyes and trying to roll over to get away from the sun’s attack before he realized how he was being spooned by his stepson. Immediately Nate threw himself out of bed. Freeing himself of Shaun’s arms. “Shit, Fuck!” He groaned first in pain from his sore tailbone as he tumbled to the floor, and then for his sore head as the hangover caught up to him. Sitting there he grimaced realizing it wasn’t just his tailbone that hurt, his asshole felt like it was on fire.

“Emma, what the hell?” Shaun groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Nine in the morning. Help your girlfriend up and meet me in the living room.” She ordered before leaving the room. “And don’t forget your wig!” She yelled back, causing both men to wince in pain.

“Ugh it’s way too early!” Shaun sighed as he threw his legs over the side of the bed where Nate still sat with his head in his hands as he wondered why he had such a hangover, it had been years since he had one and he didn’t even drink that much the night before.

“Can’t she just kill me instead?” Nathan groaned in pain in his real voice as he looked up to Shaun.

Shaun felt his stomach twist into knots, the girl he slept with last night was gone, only Nate remained. With no wig, his skirt…somewhere, his makeup still there from the night before, but smeared, made it impossible to ignore that Natalie was Nathan Stone, not Natalie Bloom. “Get your wig.” He said flatly as he walked out of his mother’s room and left the feminized man on the floor.

Nate stood slowly, the world was still wobbly as he stood on unsteady feet. Between the alcohol; the hangover, and the unfortunate fact he still remembered everything from the night before, Nate could no longer hold it back as he stumbled into the bathroom, slamming his shoulder into the door frame in his rush and falling to his knees in front of the toilet where he emptied out the entirety of everything he ate since he was seven.

A few minutes later, when Nathan was sure he was finally done, the queasy man pulled himself back to his feet in front of the sink and splashed cold water on his face. Picking up a bottle on the counter he downed half the bottle of mouthwash before brushing his teeth. Doing his best to not look at his reflection as he brushed the various tastes out of his mouth. ‘What the fuck happened last night?’ He asked himself as he stared at the sink. ‘I…with Shaun…’ he forced himself to stop that train of thought as he felt his stomach lurching once more at the memory of the younger man’s dick, slick with his saliva and string of cum from it to his mouth as he pulled it free after sucking on the member. Putting his hand over his stomach till it settled down, he closed his eyes. 

‘I’m not gay.’ he told himself. ‘He…I was drunk. Oh so very drunk.’ He spat the toothpaste in the sink, watching it be carried away down the drain from the still running water. ‘Sarah hasn’t wanted sex in several weeks.’ He nodded, before taking the bottle of mouthwash and rinsing his mouth again, ‘Plus,’ he added, ‘Emma cockblocked me yesterday with Candy. God I wanted to bend that redhead over! So I was already…if she hadn’t none of this would’ve happened.’ Spitting again he sighed, ‘Fuck I wonder if the carpets matched the drapes. Always did love a redhead.’ he licked his lips, still tasting the lipstick from the night before, ‘She looked really limber too.’ He thought as he took a washrag and a bar of soap to his face.

After several minutes of scrubbing the makeup still remained Nate growled and gave up, tossing the washcloth in hand into the sink. Wiping his face dry with a towel, he walked back into the bedroom and found the wig on his pillow where it was left the night before. ‘Fucking hell she even got an extra three-hundred dollars off me!’ He groaned as he thought about the escort Candy again. Picking up the wig he set about reattaching the damned thing as he imagined how Candy could potentially earn the money back when the image shifted to the previous night, his face buried in his pillow and out of the corner of his eye he could see Shaun in the mirror bent over him buried deep in his own ass. Nate shook his head, immediately regretting it as the world swirled around him again.

In the living room, Shaun nursed a cup of coffee in blessed silence until Nate trotted into the room seemingly unsteady on bare feet as he hobbled in. ‘At least she…he wore the wig now.’ He thought, noticing the wig, but looking much like they had bed hair. Though he was surprised he still wore the makeup from the night before. ‘She must like it.’ He thought as he shook his head. His mind echoed Natalie’s words that she whispered in his ear. “You gonna fuck me with this…big…sexy…cock?” The pervert had to like this, he had to want this. Why else would he have said something like that or why wouldn’t he have removed the makeup? Or changed clothes? ‘Thank god she’s wearing a skirt.’ Although he remembered seeing it the night before, now in the sober light of day the thought of seeing Nate’s penis, even behind panties, disgusted him. Shaun shuddered, pulling his eyes away from his feminized step father as the pervert made his way into the kitchen.

Nate stumbled past Emma, groaning slightly at the slight pain he felt with every step, making sure not to glance in Shaun’s direction, as he fixed his own cup of coffee. “Oh good.” Emma cheered too loudly for the hungover men, as she walked in, “We’re all here.” She looked between her brother Shaun who grunted and to Nate, who silently nodded in the kitchen. “Good. Then if Nate, I mean Natalie, if you’ll take a seat beside your boyfriend we can get started.”

“I’m good here.” Nate groaned, holding the mug of coffee in both hands as he tried to enjoy the warmth of the mug.

Emma smiled as she sat in one of the single chairs, “That was not a request, dear.” Despite the musical lilt in her voice there was a coldness underneath her words, “Natalie, my good friend.” She said before her voice grew an edge to it. “Get your butt in gear or the deal’s off and I expose the both of you.”

“Fine.” Nate said exasperated then moved, groaning as he took a seat on the far end of the couch, once more the sound of his real voice sharply contrasted against his appearance. His face clearly wincing, from the pain to his sore rear as he sat.

“I said beside your boyfriend.” She watched Nate roll his eyes, the small act of defiance didn’t bother her, it made things more thrilling. He didn’t want to do what she said, but was doing it anyway. Emma found a sly smile forming on her face as she watched the skirty wearing Nate life himself off the couch slightly and shifted so he was sitting next to her older brother, this time sitting back down gentler than before.. “Closer.” Emma smirked, enjoying the power she had over the two biggest assholes in her life. From that first moment when she met her step father and what he had done she wanted a little payback and now she was getting it in spades. Ultimately she had the two scoot closer and closer, she didn’t consider Nate beside Shaun until their thighs were touching.

Feeling his leg touch the taller man’s Nate looked down, the feeling of Shaun’s jeans was rough against Nate’s now hairless skin. 

“Wonderful.” Emma cheered, “Now I’ve thought about each of your situations and I think I came up with a perfect solution for both of you. Shaun? You remember when I was…about fifteen and you told Dad how you caught me smoking?”

“...vaguely.” He lied. Shaun had been glad to finally catch Daddy’s perfect princess doing something wrong.

“You remember how to punish me he made me smoke an entire carton of cigarettes until I was utterly sick of them?”

“Yeah?” Shaun said, remembering how sick Emma had looked later that day. He had thought she deserved it back then, though he couldn’t imagine that flying today.

“It was disgusting and I felt sick for a week, it worked, so that is what we will do. Since you’re both clearly obsessed with sex I think this is the perfect punishment for both of you.”

“What?” Nate asked, “You’re blackmailing us to fu…to have sex with each other?” He left out the “again” which he was thinking, hoping she hadn’t heard anything that happened after she left the room the night before. Still unaware of the camera she had hidden.

“Not exactly.” Emma’s smile shifted into a sneer as she looked over Nate, “You clearly don’t know how to be in a real relationship. So, I wasn’t kidding earlier, you and Shaun are going to be a loving couple. At least this time you won’t cheat on each other.”

“I never–” Shaun started to say in his defense but was cut off by Emma as she pointed her index finger in his direction and spoke over him.

“Leslie Phillips.” She saw her brother frown and shake his head, “Yeah, all these women you hurt, Shaun? Who do you think they come crying too after you ghost them? Look at me. Shaun!” She spat as she leaned forward in her seat and he glared up at her over his cup of coffee, “It’s over. You will be a good boyfriend to Natalie and she will be a good girlfriend to you.”

“You expect me to act like some tranny freak and have sex with my step-son?!”

“That is a fair point.” Emma said, to the surprise of both men, “You both will be a loving couple. How you choose to identify yourselves, to yourselves and others I’ll leave up to you to discuss. Of course you’ll have to agree.” She added with a wicked laugh, “But just know, while you were out on your date with your boyfriend. I took all of Nate’s clothes and donated them to goodwill.”

“What?!” Nathan shouted as he jumped to his feet, his own voice having him wince from his headache.

Emma shrugged, “I didn’t think you’d need them anymore but you certainly made some good points. Though since you are so much smaller than Shaun I doubt he’ll let you borrow his clothes. Though I think it would be cute to see you in your boyfriend’s hoodie” The glare she got from her brother was enough of an answer to her.  “I’ll take that as a no. Since you already own some cute outfits, besides Natalie would never wear something masculine, my friend is way too much of a girly girl. It looks like you’ll get to decide if you’re the ‘tranny’ girlfriend of my brother or the girlfriend.” Nate glared at Emma as she continued with her shit eating grin, but sat  back down practically grinding his teeth together. “Also, If either one of you tries to get some on the side? They will be the first of many to get not only the pictures from your date night, but the videos.” With the predatory-like grin she was giving the two she mentally winced at the tranny girlfriend or just girlfriend comment, it was insensitive and not how she thought of those that were transgender. Just a way to push a point to the two ass hats in front of her.

“Videos? Plural?” 

“Hmm?” Emma raised an eyebrow, the smug smile still on her face as she looked again at the pair, not sure who had spoken up when she was lost in thought, but to answer whoever it was that spoke up she turned her laptop to face the new couple and pressed play. The scene began with a shaven, plain clothed, Nate approaching Emma and begging her to help him be a woman before switching to Nate happily dressing in the feminine white pants and asking Emma to take him to get a wig. Lost on Shaun as he stared in disgust at the feminine man beside him was the way video Nate begged for a wig and begged for Emma to help him be a woman were beat for beat the same. The video continued on, to when Nate was sitting happily in Fredrico’s chair having found the wig “he wanted” before cutting to Nate in a series of familiar poses asking Emma if he was a “sexy woman” before fading to black.

“I knew it.” Shaun murmured with a voice full of bile.

“What? That’s bullshit and you know it!” Nate yelled, his own normal voice ringing in his ears as the movie continued on the laptop displaying the selfies from his and Shaun’s date the night before, “It’s obviously doctored!”

“Whatever you say, man.” Shaun growled as he attempted to move away.

“Eh, eh!” Emma chided, as she wagged her finger in the air at him. “Stay put. The movie isn’t over.”

The scene faded on to Shaun and Natalie making out in the master bedroom on Nate and Sarah’s bed as the scene changed to sometime much later in the night with Nate close and facing the camera, his eyes were shut as he panted and moaned in pleasure with each of Shaun’s pelvic thrusts. The camera shook as the dresser Nate had been holding himself up with, was repeatedly slammed into the wall. The video continued as Nate arched his back, revealing Shaun pulling him back with the wig until he could kiss the feminized man’s lips again. Nate’s top at some point had been pulled down to his waist, exposing his perfectly flat chest to the camera as they kissed in drunken passion. A small moan escaped the speakers before Shaun slammed the laptop’s lid shut and picked it up, fully intending on smashing it until Emma spoke, “It’s not the only video, dumbass. I’ve got this and more saved to the cloud. So go ahead and smash it and I’ll post everything everywhere.” Shaun growled and sat back down. Emma held out her hand for her laptop. Silently taking the object Nate shoved it back in her hand, wishing he could use it as a physical weapon.  “Smart move. Natalie!” Nate slowly lowered his arms which he had used to cover his head defensively, “Your boyfriend is clearly upset.” She smirked, “At least hold his hand.” Nate glanced at Shaun who sat silently glaring at his bitch of a sister. Cautiously Nate slid his hand under Shaun’s, prying open his clenched fist and interlocking their fingers. “Good. You’re off to a good start already.”

“How long do you expect us to play this stupid game of yours?” Shaun growled, resisting the urge to crush the smaller hand in his own.

Emma chuckled evilly as she thought, "Until you and Natalie can give me a niece named Emma how about that?"

“Be serious.” Shaun said.

“Oh fine. Emma can be her middle name. After all, I did introduce you two together so I deserve some credit.” She laughed as she stood. “Or…until either one of you decides to break up.”

“Really?” Nate asked suspiciously.

“Of course. I’m only here to help you two find love.” She smirked, “I wouldn’t force you two to stay together! Jeez I’m not some monster!” Seeing the glimmer of hope in Nate and Shaun’s eyes knowing she was about to squash it was like eating an entire tub of chunky monkey ice cream and pizza with no calories, “But–” she watched as the glimmer faded–“a relationship is a partnership. So if either one of you calls it quits the lesson is over.”

“...Meaning?” Shaun asked, recalling their father had said things like it in the past to make something seem like their decision, but only leaving them with bad and worse choices..

“If you guys break up I’ll have no use for the evidence now will I? I’ll just post it to pornhub or facebook or something and then I guess you’re fucked. Well–” she shrugged–“Natalie is fucked if she stays, you two being a very, very loving couple after all and both of you are just… metaphorically fucked if you stop.”

“You bitch!” Shaun clenched his fist around Nate’s hand, causing the skirt wearing man to wince.

“Now, now, flattery will get you nowhere.” Of course she knew the game would be over once her mother returned and she told her what a cheating scumbag Nate was. Not that they needed to know that, yet, "Now. I'll leave you two to discuss if you wish to pursue your new found love for one another or not. If you do, then Natalie you'll meet me in the guest bathroom so we can fix your makeup. While we’re doing that, Shaun, you go clean up whatever mess the two of you left in Ma’s room and make some room for your new girlfriend in your closet." 

Not much was said between the new couple. As soon as Emma left the room the pair pulled their hands free of one another. “It doesn’t look like we have a choice.” Nate sighed. After a minute with no response from Shaun he added, “I’m not some fruit.” Nate said weakly. “But–”

“Neither am I.” Shaun growled. “So stop talking with that stupid voice.” He said in a huff and stood. Stomping into his mother’s room to clean.

Nate frowned as he sat in the living room alone, “At least you don’t have to wear makeup.” he said before picking up his coffee and walking to Emma’s room. Trying in vain to prepare for whatever hell Emma had in store for him today. ‘Shaun isn’t gay either…I…I don’t think.’ He thought, glancing at the closed door to his and Sarah’s room, ‘So there’s no way she can make us have sex.’ he added, feeling confident in his future for the first time in twenty-four hours as he opened the bathroom door.

“Natalie!” Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I know we’re both girls but c’mon! You still gotta knock.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.” He said with a sneer.

“Thank you.” She smiled back, “So?” She paused as if she expected him to respond with as much cheer as she had, “Are you two going steady?”

Nate’s stomach twisted painfully, “I guess we are.”

“You guess?!” Emma gasped, “That doesn’t sound like you Nat, normally you would be happy, well down right giddy to have a new boyfriend.” Emma said, her hazel eyes boring into her step father light blue eyes

Nate shuddered, he was way too hungover for regular nonsense let alone nonsense of this intensity. Forcing a smile to his face and cheer to the smoky voice he had been trained to speak in, “Shaun, like, asked me to be his girlfriend!”

Emma giggled, “I know you’re happy about that!”

“I’m just, like, over the moon he’s my boyfriend!” As he spoke Nate felt his stomach threaten to send bile up to his throat.

“And I’m so happy for you, and who knows, if things work out we could be sisters!”Emma pulled Nate into a hug and continued, “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and we can get you started on your morning routine. I know you’ve been slacking on it for a while but thankfully you have me here to help.” 

“Lucky me.” He groaned and took a big gulp of coffee, hoping it would help calm his stomach. The off hand comment about becoming sisters made him feel like he had been mentally smacked, but he didn’t snap back. The little villainess would get what was coming to her, he just wasn’t sure how yet.

Nate learned the reason he couldn’t wash the damnedable makeup off of his face was because it was water and sweat proof and he would need a special soap to scrub his face clean. He learned he would have to take the makeup off each night as it was bad for his pores, “But we’ll go over that later tonight when we do your nightly routine.” Emma informed him before moving on.