The next week, Brody moved in with Kelsey, into one of the spare rooms. Her parents had also adopted a blond boy, and thought Brody could help the two siblings adjust. He had an adorable face with darling blue eyes, and a femme, petite frame. This made Brody jealous, because despite being intersex, he could not outfemme the femboy. The boy was also the same age as Tina, which Brody lamented because he felt she'd lose interest in Brody himself – even though he knew that was selfish. Brody did not intend to help the boy adjust, because in his quietly measured but all the same blind rage, he decided to take out his anger upon him. While Kelsey licked the boy's chest, Brody massaged his legs and bit his foreskin, like Brincosa had showed him how to do. His penis was small, as were his testicles, still somewhat hairless, and measured like pittance against Brody's eight inches. Brody held their members together, just to rub it in. Then he took him from behind, and made sure that despite the lube, it hurt. He creampied in the boy's behind, then held him down so Kelsey could cum in his face.
For three days after, the boy avoided them both, calling them 'fuck bullies'. Brody felt a tinge of guilt... then another, when he realized he hadn't yet learned the boy's name. It was Walde. Brody had raped Walde.

In June, Brody tried to take Himiko up on her offer, but she'd gone on a family vacation. She sent him a snap of herself in her father's lap, and said, 'Catch u next time. ;->' He was handsome enough, but somewhat average. Brody figured she could wait.
So left without his confidante, and uneased by the tension, Brody broke the news to Kelsey about his father. He was even more uncomfortable after having done so than before, when she asked if next time, she could come with.
"I didn't get to sleep with my dad," she reasoned. "Every time I'm in the same room as him, I get sick. It's all I can think about. But he'd disown me."
Brody said, "I can help with that-"
But Kelsey cut him off. "You know better than any other guy, it's not the same. And you owe me, for begging my parents to let you stay."
Brody was hurt, knowing the malice his father was. He wanted to protect the one that he loved. But Brody relented, and took her along for what was meant to be a single evening. Brin had called while they rode in Krinjec's car, and Brody was proud at least to have set her number to silent. He only had so much affection to give.

For all Brody had feared, it was uneventful. She and Kelsey competed for his cock with their tongues, and Krinjec rode them both and got tired. The Crypto King was already spent, by the time dark set in. Brody (or as she'd taken to calling herself, Brodina) was enjoying the new smoothness of her face, as it rubbed against Kelsey's neck. She'd gotten the hair removed, and was feeling more like herself – if not for the fact that she was still sucking off her father for money. That, for the many time she'd done it, still didn't feel like her.
"He's a lightweight, isn't he?" Kelsey remarked.
Brody laughed. "He gets off on powerplay. Once he's out, that's it. If you actually want him, he's exhaustable."
"And you?" she asked, sitting and grinding in his lap, while Krinjec snored on the bed on the other side of the room.
Brody was feeling poetic. "I'm cursed to fuck for love. It's more difficult than any kink, fetish, or hang-up. It needs me to be honest with my heart, as well as my hips."
They kissed, and climaxed. Brody first, then Kelsey soon after.

They woke up to the news again, blaring into their ears, and take-out bagels. Brody wondered if his father was deaf, or just never cleaned out his ears. Brody ate her bagel, while Kelsey sucked on Krinjec's morning wood. He, shirtless and unshowered, looked like a lion in his den – yet Brody could help but begin to see him as pathetic. He lived off the glory he bought from others, but never his own. Another grisly flash of orange, and Don Wumpet was on screen again, denying any ties to the mob. Then, mafiastically, he sold out a group of politicians who were once his allies, but had crossed him in the fight for American freedom. They had chosen the constitution, Don Wumpet had chosen himself. Then he denied pardon to the families of anyone tied to the previous administration, and declared them enemies of the state – while once again hailing his band of rioteers, in laughable denial of the criminality they'd displayed since their release, and subsequent rearrest. Brody realized, as Krinjec ejaculated into his lover's mouth, how little he needed to compete, after all. The man was cheap, and cheaply entertained – yet spent far too much for what was objectively worthless. And it was people like him who had vouched for the felon elect.

This went on until the second week of July. The two went home with their payment, Kelsey having been given a tidy sum of her own to the tune of two grand. Krinjec called it his 'blessing' for the two of them, and wished them well.
"It was lovely to meet you," he told Kelsey, and kissed her hand.
Kelsey smiled, "Thank you, sir," but her hand smelled like beer and stale crackers. Though she thought it sweet, she did soon wash the hand.
Brody had been paid out in full, and Krinjec was going back to Ukraine. Brody and Kelsey returned home, and watched cartoons with Walde and Tina. Walde and Tina had on pajamas with no bottoms, and Brody and Kelsey had one each in their laps. Tina slapped her cooch onto Brody's cock, but came too soon because she'd been masturbating for an hour before. She left, without so much as a word or goodbye, leaving the rest to themselves. Brody had considered Walde's feelings, and decided to treat him with more kindness; stroking his back, as he sucked her femcock. Brody even let him grope her tits, which remained from his weight gain, though much of that had been lost. Kelsey, feeling left out, flipped the channel as she fumbled the remote. Just as Brody nutted in Walde's mouth, they were all greeted by the Don himself on TV, grinning more shit over his new Wumpetcoin – which was gonna be 'huge', and promised a 'massive payoff'. A splurge of coins exploded on screen, as Brody groaned from the splurge in Walde's mouth.
Brody growled with anger, and demanded, "Please change that shit, I hate that guy."
Kelsey rolled her eyes. "EVERYONE hates that guy, and it was an accident."
"I'd fuck him," said Walde, in a very femme voice. "Or let him fuck me."
Brody took back her cock and became jealous, not just for the femme in Walde's voice, but to hear it profess an ounce of care for Don Wumpet. "You'd rather get fucked by a geezer who shits his pants?"
"Of course not, that's disgusting," said Walde. "When he was younger, though, he was a real catch. Everyone knows that."
"You so wouldn't, not if you actually met him," Brody argued.
Walde shrugged. "Lots of women fucked him. He fucked half of the pageant contestants in the country, back in the day. I bet he's fucked men, too. They say he even blew one of the former presidents. Why do you care so much?"
Brody's stomach sank. "We're relatives."
Walde sneered. "So? You just took your girlfriend to go fuck your dad."
Brody turned red, and she began to sweat. Hearing it said like that burst the bubble of comfort she'd made for herself, about it. "Yeah, well, at least my dad's not a nepotistic fossil."
Walde laughed. "I found something that bothers you." Then he blinked. "Actually, you kind of do look like Aurson, back in the seventies. Maybe it turns me on," he smirked.
"Shut up," Kelsey giggled.
Walde giggled back, "It's like I'm sucking off royalty, here. We should get a red carpet."
"And some stain remover," Kelsey joked.
Brody grabbed Walde's hair, and forced his head down into the sofa cushion. "Quit talking shit." Then she let Walde go.
Walde didn't get angry, he just looked up, with hurt in his eyes. "I thought you weren't gonna be mean anymore."
Brody's face dropped. She'd forgotten he was only thirteen. And he was right... there was a resemblance. That was what bothered her. "Yeah," Brody sighed, "I'm sorry. It's just... someone's gotta stop him. Stop them, the whole lot of them. Nobody's doing anything."
Walde crawled up to sit in Brody's lap, and hang his arms around her. He'd left his pants on the floor, revealing his striped blue stockings and briefs underneath. "It's just politics. Who cares? It's out of our hands."
Kelsey tapped on Brody's shoulder. "If you guys are done, I'm still waiting for a little attention here."
Walde smiled, kissed Brody on the cheek, and crawled from one lap to the next. Walde took Kelsey from behind, while Brody watched the news, but quietly.
There was a protest rally coming up in November, and an essay-writing contest for high-school kids – the winner would be reading their entry in Washington, right before the survivors of Wipestain Island plead their case. It was a private island owned by Jiffy Wipestain, where bigwigs and starstuds hung out and snogged their way through the day's youth, in secrecy. The young in question had been lured there by promises of payment for easy sex-work, and for the more unassuming, a 'simple massage'. Then, once ensnared, they were damaged by Jiffy and his wife, Maslaina, until they'd give more for even less. Had the industry been legalized back in the nineties, they'd have already had receipts, tax records, legal security, health inspections, and licenses with age restrictions to work – sex-work was, of course, the oldest profession. And it was a crying shame to the entire human race that it was somehow still the least acknowledged, and least protected. But Brody suspected that a paper trail was the last thing those pitsnakes wanted... just like her father Krinjec, who knew that weekly payments of a thousand dollars to his own flesh and blood was less suspicious on his transaction history than ten grand suddenly chequed by a stranger. And yet, a papertrail there seemed to be – The Wipestain Files. A ledger of e-mails and phone records which threatened the entire Wumpresidency. If Aurson fell, it would be Jakobo Barnside, his sniveling, barn-owlish vice president, who took his place. A mini-Don if there ever was one, aside from Beelza. Despite many of Aurson's constituents having been klansmen and pedophiles, many more were simply under the belief that Aurson himself would release those files, because he had specifically promised to do so. He told them he was a champion of truth, so he could make absolutely certain to blot it out from every last page. He was, after all, one of the most prominent implicants. For those that didn't believe the curl of his toupée, there were already rallies and protests, millions strong across the globe; which were promptly ignored by every news network which had been purchased by the presidency. Those few remaining, however, took delight in the proof that the world was not satisfied with his rule. One sign in the crowd, from last week's protest, read:
'I AM SORROW'.
Another, 'I AM GRIEF'.
'WE HAVE SOULS'.
'JUSTICE MOVES'.
'DIVINE INCOMPETENCE'.
'ETERNALLY OBJECTS, FOREVER JUST THINGS'.
'ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO LIVE TODAY'.
"The Wipestains. What cruel people," said Brody.
Walde shrugged. "Maybe those girls deserved to be there. They did take the job, after all. Took the money, just like you did. You were just lucky your dad's hot, young, and decent to you – and that he didn't sell you into the black market. He could have spiked your drink, y'know. And Kelsey's." Then he went back to humping her. She was getting more from the thrust than his dick, but was enjoying the room she had left to finger herself.
Kelsey chimed in, "For someone who pimped out both himself, and his girlfriend to his own dad, you're a little naíve."
Then she shivered, as Walde pulled out and finished onto her back. He didn't have much, but it shot all the way to her lower shoulders.
Brody sighed. "You have a point, but... what we did was just the darker side of youth. Of being human. Of course, half the shit those guys did on that island was just college slutbangs and middle-age orgies. That most of the girls there put themselves in that position, knowing full-well there was a risk. Anyone can do that stuff, it doesn't make them evil. But these people are. They didn't just pay for sex, they trafficked slaves. Caught them unaware, abducted them into a life without freedom. Acted gentle and caring just long enough to get the chains around their necks. I just think as people, we should figure out what's right, and stand up for it. Even if it doesn't quite look like how we once expected it to, in simpler times."
Kelsey rolled over onto her side, and massaged herself as Walde wiped her back with a tissue. "I hate to break it to you, but nobody stands for anything these days. And life was always this bad, everywhere. We've just never heard so much about it from the news, before. People who do evil are those that choose evil."
Brody was a little astonished. "I guess you're right." She watched as Kelsey moaned to herself, and Walde went to shower off and get dressed. Brodina, on the other hand, felt a burning below. She was, against her better judgment, missing her dad. She wanted to sit on his dick. And he was in Ukraine, while the Russians were launching bombs and missiles. She saw the devastation on TV, and her gut seized – but then her phone buzzed, and it was Krinjec, bragging about a crypcoin value hike. He'd managed to convince a bunch of gullibles online to invest in his stock as an anti-war effort, so he could make up what he spent prostituting his own offspring. She almost wished he was in more danger, if only to blast the smug out of him from a distance. Brody turned off the TV, and leaned over to scissor with Kelsey, until Kelsey squirted. Brody kissed her, but they soon grew bored and turned back on the TV. A flash of orange, then cartoons with slop commercials.