The glass vibrated against my forehead as I leant against the window, letting it loll and sway with the motions of the train. The green scenery flew by as it took back home to London from Cambridge, where I attended university. The family had been so proud of me to get in, and now I didn't want to go back. It all came down to Jessica in the end. Until last week, she'd been the best thing that had happened to me. Outgoing and gorgeous, I'd never understood why she'd gone for someone like me. Of course, it all made sense now. She was using me to keep up a front, while she slept with as many people as she could behind my back.
From the moment she met me, she'd planned out everything she would use me for. I wouldn't be finding out the rest of her plan though -- that had been thwarted by my surprise visit. I'd decided to take her out without telling her, one last outing, one last love making session before we left for the summer. I'd only thought of it before I walked out the door. And then, as I walked onto her corridor in the dorms, I saw her kiss him goodbye, and it no chaste peck on the cheek. This was with tongue, and his hand down the back of her pants. I choked, quite loudly looking back, and walked off as fast as I could. I guess she's figured out it was me who interrupted them since then, I was understandably I think, frosty with her when I next saw her.
Oh, she doesn't know how much she's affected me. I might be physically weak, but I've never cried in public. My mind has always been disciplined and strong. It's been my only saving grace. Amongst all my weaknesses and failings, I at least had fortitude, and an unparalleled game face. I finally lifted my head off the window, and kept my eyes open. The train was slowing down, I'd at last arrived home. The rest of the trip was uneventful, and I was quickly walking up the path of our garden, to our rather large house. A mansion I suppose really. It had wings at any rate, and enough rooms for all of us. My parents where rich, private schools and only the best universities would do for them. I suppose they did love me and my sisters in their own way. It'd just be nice to see them once in a while.
"I'm home", I called out as I entered the house, and waited for a response. There was none, so I walked up the stairs, and into the right wing of the house. We had our side, our parents had their own. It was convenient for business parties my parents hosted, to have us little ones out of the way. I opened my room, and looked around it. It was the same as I'd left it, our maid Amy was nothing but excellent. Everything cleaned and put back exactly. She was sweet, a few years older than me, but ever so shy. I quite liked her, I've never really treated her like a servant. I've even took her out at the weekend from time to time. Just as friends, though I've always thought she was beautiful, but I'm not sure the feelings are reciprocated.
It was strange me for me, even stranger than for others in a position like mine. I don't think anyone else is or has been in a situation quite like mine. I am a single brother amongst six sisters, three older, three younger. What made this unusual, was that five of my sisters where by their nature, not entirely girls. They were hermaphrodites. Naturally born, fully functional... well, to different extents. As far I knew, they were all capable of at least one role in conceiving a child.
It's baffled scientists, they wrote the eldest of as a freak of nature, one in a million. Yet, the same thing happened three more times, and they've yet to understand how. So I'm the only boy, but not the only one with a penis. And with 6 out of 7 being girls, I think only 3 have a vagina. I'm not sure, I, understandably I think, haven't clarified. So, it's weird being me. But then, it's probably far weirder being them. I'm not the one with mixed genitals.
Chrissie thinks that's why our parents are so distant, the couldn't cope with their children being inter-sex. But the rest of us disagree: if they had a problem with it, they'd have stopped fucking having us. There's seven of us, if there was that much of a problem, they'd have worked out contraceptives before they got to me, the fourth child. So no, they definitely wanted us, but didn't want to deal with us past about four. Which is pretty confusing, because they're the years where kids are the smelliest and most time consuming. Really, I've given up trying to understand them, they can be as confusing and contradictory as they like, I've got my sisters and Jessica, and that's all that matters... well, did. I don't have her any more now do I? A great loss and a loss of nothing at the same time, I mused. It depended on the angle. It turns out she was never worth anything, even though it felt like she was. And it felt like there was worth, even though there shouldn't have been.
I was still grumbling and arguing with myself when I walked into the bathroom. And as I stepped in, staring at the ground whilst shaking my head, I was greeted with a shriek. "Aaaah, Sebastian!" My neck nearly broke with how fast I whipped my head up. My younger sister Bethany, the fifth child, was sitting on the toilet, but with the lid firmly down I noticed. She was staring straight at me, her blue eyes wide with fear. Her blonde hair was wild and unkempt, her mouth open in shock. Her blouse was undone, with breasts out on display. At least one was, the other was grasped in her hand. It was nicely sized, probably a C cup, with a small but hard, lovely pink, pale nipple. And there in her other tiny hand, was frankly, a massive penis. I mean, I knew she had one, but I'd never actually seen it. And it was huge! Her balls hung low beneath it, equally big. Her tights and white panties where down near her ankles, the ensemble finished of with a pair of cute feet, still encased in her black pantyhose. I came to my senses as I felt my cheeks burn, and I quickly ran out and slammed the door behind me.
I leant back against the door, and my legs gave way, so I sat, arms propped up on my knees. "Holy shit," I breathed, trying to get to grips with what I'd just seen. My sister half naked, wanking off to goodness knows what. As I sat there, I noticed something uncomfortable against my leg. Crap, I thought, closing my eyes. I was hard. I'd found this arousing. "Shit," I should not find my sister attractive... and a hermaphrodite...
Well, is there a reason I shouldn't be attracted to hermaphrodites, I asked myself, getting up off the floor. I walked to my room, evaluating my sexuality. I've never been attracted to guys, and I'm still not really. No, but imagining Jessica with a tool like that... well, she seemed as hot with it as she did without it.
So I'm bisexual I guess, but not bisexual like any other bisexual. Girls and hermaphrodites, and I suppose transsexuals as well. I can live with that I suppose, collapsing on my bed. I won't introduce myself as that of course, people would misunderstand. But, perhaps friends once I know them better, I could let them know. Or I could keep it to myself, it hardly matters who I fancy. I lay there in thought for probably twenty minutes before I realised; I should really apologise to my sister. I went to the bathroom first, I did need it after all. While I was there, the images of my sister struck me again, I shook them of before washing, and walking to her room. "Beth," I called, knocking on her door.
"Go away," she said, loudly, although muffled. I sighed and started turning, before stopping. I'm not sure if what it was, but I thought I heard something in her voice. Looking back, I'm glad noticed, for so many reasons.
"Beth?" I called again, although it more of a question then.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted, and this time I heard it clearly. There where tears in her voice. She'd been crying. Banking on the fact that she forgets to lock her door all the time (just like that sexy time in the bathroom, the thought rose unbidden in my mind), I tried the handle, and it opened easily.
"Not till you tell me what's wrong," I told her, closing the door behind me, and striding over to her. She was lying face down, head in her pillow. As I stood next to the bed, she looked up at me, her face wet with tears, smothered over her face by pushing it into the pillow. I sat down on the bed, and put my hand on her shoulder. She tried to pull it away, but I grabbed harder and pulled her over to me. She tried to fight me, but I was stronger. I might not be a strong guy, but I'm still stronger than a girl.
She failed to resist, and I had her sitting next to me, with my arm around her. She carried on sniffling, before giving up completely, and throwing her arms around me.
"It's not fair," she said through the tears.
"What's not, Beth?"
