Cameron To Candy

Candy sat on the guest bed, looking down at Lennie, who was at the moment, thoroughly engrossed in the activity of Oral Devotion practice on a glass rod that was in fact, very penis-shaped. The testicles were made of a similar material used in goards and contained a supply of pudding. Anyone having paid attention knew that the rod would shoot its pudding if properly stimulated. It was enchanted to glow red for bad, orange for okay, and flash green when the ejaculation was imminent.

Currently, the light was orange with occasional flashes of green. Lennie had been sucking, licking, and cupping for a little over five minutes. Lennie had told her for the best feedback, she should kneel before her so she’d have the same perspective as Lennie's future husband. Candy pretended to reluctantly go with the idea.

“That’s it,” Candy said encouragingly. “Pick up the pace, oh oh, lick the shaft! Nice. Ok put one of the balls in your mouth, yes! Good…er, job! Good job! Ok, put the tip back in your mouth.” Candy was becoming far too enthused. Fortunately for her, Lennie had been dying for that kind of encouragement.

As she bobbed up and down, she glanced up at Candy, meeting her gaze. A small tingle shot through Candy’s body, and dwelled in her forever flaccid residual member. Candy, as Cam, never really thought of Lennie as more than the little sister of Penny, or the youngest cousin to Marcus. She’d tag along sometimes, he’d tousle her hair, call her kiddo, and that was about it.

But now? She’d grown into a full woman’s body. Her auburn hair and sparkling eyes were just like Penny’s. And she was equally interested in following protocols and laws… although her focus seemed to be on some very specific ones. Candy was no longer complaining about that.

Hmmmm, she thought.

The light began flashing green, faster and faster then…

Lennie's mouth bulged and a dribble of pudding (tapioca flavored) went down her cheek.

Candy couldn't believe she was watching this. Especially as she was. As Cameron, he’d never really thought about women, other than Penny, in certain ways. Sure, he liked looking at an attractive figure, especially women’s breasts, but he’d never really had any specific sexual fantasies either. He hadn’t pictured himself in a threesome like some of the Cleavendale soldiers Cam had talked to back in the day, nor had he gone on endlessly about the evolution of Gulpin Day rituals like Luke would.

He’d hardly tried to court anyone either. He’d just assumed that at some point, if things didn’t happen organically, the ministry would assign him a wife. It was one of the few areas of life where he simply trusted the system to take care of him. They would do all the things like the maintenance, some of the Gulpin Day rituals, go through the newlyweds’ competition, and eventually have kids. He assumed this not because he especially desired it, though he didn’t oppose it either, but because that’s what people did. They got married, they had kids, they did all the things in between.

It might have been the fact that all his family had died, it might have been his cynical nature, or it might have been something else entirely, but Cameron hadn’t dwelled on the idea of marriage much, outside of what he’d known to be futile thoughts of Penny. Ironically, now, as Candy, she thought more about women in that way and far more often, probably because now she’d never have that normal life now.

Candy shook her head, snapping out of her moment down memory lane. She looked down at Lennie, who frowned and said, “Oh darn! I spilled! That’s a huge no - no you know!”

“Oh,” Candy replied. “I know. Maybe you should try again. Practice makes perfect, as they say.”

“Right! I’ll refill the pudding. Thanks so much for helping me Candy! It’s like I have a second sister. I'm going to ace Oral Devotion 202! I’m loving this!” she squealed. She walked over to her bag and rummaged around, looking for the spare pudding cartriges. “Oh!” she beamed. “This one's vanilla! It’s the classic one!”

“So I’ve heard,” Candy replied with a smirk.

When all was reset, Lennie retook her position and began again. She squeezed the device's balls, and Candy suggested a lighter touch with them. She licked the shaft, kissed the tip, and took it into her mouth. She bobbed up and down until the device began flashing green, which unfortunately was the exact moment Marcus walked in.

“Hey Lennie, do you want to—” Marcus took the scene in in a flash. His cousin on her knees, in front of Candy, the glass member in her mouth,

Startled Lennie pulled the glass member out of her mouth, only to have it reach full green and spray its contents all over her face.

“Oh dear gods! What am I walking in on?” Marcus yelled.

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious, really.” Candy said, barely choking down a laugh.

Marcus stood frozen in the doorway, blinking like a man who had just walked into a library and found it hosting a fireworks display. Lennie wiped at her face with the hem of her sleeve, completely unfazed by the existential crisis currently unfolding three feet away.

“Oh,” she said brightly. “Hi, cousin Marcus. So sorry! You startled me. I’m usually much better at this!”

Marcus pointed, vaguely, helplessly, at the glass device, then at Lennie, then at Candy, then back at the device again, as if hoping one of those gestures would rearrange reality into something less emotionally damaging.

“I... what, why is there—” He stopped, took a breath, and tried again. “Why are you kneeling in the guest room practicing… that?”

Lennie tilted her head. “Oh. Sorry, cousin. It’s just girl stuff. Candy’s helping me prep for next trimester.”

“Girl stuff?” Marcus repeated, voice climbing halfway up a mountain. “Girl stuff? That is not girl stuff, that is, that is—”

Candy, still seated on the edge of the bed, folded her hands with exaggerated calm. “Technically educational.”

Marcus stared at her. Then at Lennie again. Then back to Candy. Then he composed himself. Candy was right, technically this was normal. They taught it at the academy, so it had to be considered wholesome. Plus, after that bit about his mom a few months back this was practically an improvement. Still, he didn't like Candy's involvement. She was obviously perving on Lennie. But she was legally a woman, so...

Marcus sighed. “I regret opening that door,” he said solemnly.

Lennie frowned slightly, clearly more worried about etiquette than scandal. “Are we in trouble? I understand if you need to spank me.”

Marcus blinked hard at Candy, seeming to ask, “Is it me, or does she go to that option alarmingly fast?”

Candy shrugged in a way that said, “Honestly? It's not just you.”

Marcus held up both hands like he was trying to physically hold back the tide of nonsense. “No, Lennie, there will be no correction. No discipline. Just... just wipe your face and get out on the town.”

Lennie perked up instantly. “Oh! Like an outing?”

“Yes!” Marcus said quickly. “An outing. A long outing. Preferably one that keeps you out of this house until nightfall. Maybe start at the bathhouse.”

She dabbed at her cheek again, still cheerful. “Well, I didn’t bring my suit, but I guess I can go nude.”

Candy’s head snapped up with suspicious enthusiasm. “You know, that is an option. A few of the girls down there d—”

“No,” Marcus said immediately. “No, absolutely not. Here.” He reached into his pocket with great urgency and pulled out a gold coin, pressing it into Lennie’s hand. “Take this. Buy whatever suit you need. Eat lunch, browse shops, sit in a fountain if you feel like it but just, go.”

Lennie examined the coin like it was a rare treasure. Marcus' usual cheap nature had been completely blown up on this one.

“Oh! Okey! Let’s go, Candy!”

Candy slid off the bed, smoothing her dress with theatrical innocence.

“Well,” she said lightly, “if you insist.”

Marcus pointed toward the hallway with military precision. “Out. Immediately.”

Lennie grabbed her bag, still humming happily, utterly unaware that she had lowered the bar that was Marcus’ sense of reality, which had already been lowered repeatedly.

Candy paused at the doorway and glanced back. Marcus was still standing exactly where he’d been, shoulders tight, eyes distant.

“You’ll be fine,” Candy scolded.

Marcus sagged and stared at her like he was considering filing paperwork to petition the god of reality for a change in venue.

“Go,” he repeated.

They stepped into the hall, then out into the yard. As they went, the sound of their conversation just barely hit Marcus’ ears.

“Think we’ll meet any of your friends there?” Lennie asked.

“You never know,” came Candy’s reply. "That certainly would be... interesting."

This merger of the houses' crests was the basis for Penny and Lennie's maiden tattoos, symbolizing their maternal line's family tattoo and their fathers surname.