14. Niall’s search for a Partner-wife
Niall began visiting us every weekend he could. The excuse was always the same—he missed his twin, and none of the women he met ‘back home’ interested him. Now he often arrived late on a Friday—usually after we’d been sent out—and joined us for breakfast after having ‘clubbed’ all night looking for a date. Ironically it was Eric that re-introduced him to Angela, a Goth we suspected. From his description, we thought she might be Lesbian.
Rob had taken it on himself to ‘vet’ the women Niall was meeting and partying with, and his latest, Angela, seemed a good choice. The Master approved, she was something of a rebel, came from a good family and her father ran a fairly large company. They seemed to approve of Niall which was a plus!
“Look who’s here to welcome us home,” Rob announced as we emerged from the cellar.
“Niall!” Connor strode forward and hugged his brother, instantly going rubber. Stepping back he laughed. “Hey, I love the outfit! Joined the rubberists have you?”
“Couldn’t let you guys have all the rubber fun.” He posed, showing off smart rubber jeans and a tight latex shirt. Behind him a rubber jacket hung over the back of one of the dining room chairs. “And Angela likes me in this.”
“I can see why,” I retorted, loading my breakfast plate. “Had a busy night?”
“You could say that.” Hesitating, he watched his twin loading his plate. “Um, guys, could I ask a favour …”
“Why not?” Quipped Rob. “It’ll cost you, and if you can’t afford our price …”
“Depends on the favour, Niall.” I interrupted, noting the anxious look on his face. “If it’s something we can do, we’ll consider it.”
“I, um, wondered, if, um, I could bring Angela here to … you know … meet you guys?”
“I don’t see why not,” Rob said. “When did you have in mind?”
“I thought, um, maybe after the party we’re going to tonight?”
“Tonight? After …?” Rob frowned. “So she’d end up meeting us … as we are? Do you think that’s wise?”
I could see what he was driving at with this. In fact, Rob had already done some enquiries, and learned that Angela wasn’t a Goth, and had been at school with both Niall and Connor.
“Um … I think she’d have to meet you guys … like this … eventually.”
“True. But usually not straight from …” Rob watched him. “You’re serious about her?”
“You bet!” Niall smiled. “She’s been to the farm and Mum loves her. And Con knows her ...”
"I’m okay with it.” Pushing my empty plate aside, I pushed Connor’s shoulder. “What about you, Connor? Got a problem showing off your perfect rubber bod to your future, maybe, sister-in-law?”
“I’ve met her already. Good catch there, Niall.” the smirk in his voice plain. “Angela was at school with us. She went to Uni—has she graduated?”
“Not yet. She finishes in eighteen months.” Niall grinned. “Yeah, the one who resisted all my attempts to date her. Now I know why!” Turning to Rob, he continued, “She played hard to get because she has a fetish—and found Con more interesting, despite his being up front about his orientation.”
“What’s she studying?” I asked.
“Journalism. Actually literature, but she wants to go for a post as a journalist.”
“Good.” Rob stood and I followed. “I’m going to get my head down and you look like you could do with some sleep too.” Hugging Niall as he passed, he kissed his cheek. “You want to be well rested for your date tonight.”
“Niall’s waiting upstairs—with his girlfriend.” Owain’s expression gave away nothing. “They were here before midnight.”
“Party must have been dull then,” Rob got in ahead of me.
We both looked at Connor, still in his rubber form.
“You going to stay like that?” I asked.
“One of the clients plugged me,” he complained. “Come on, guys. Help me out here. I don’t want to shock my future sister-in-law just yet.”
“Then bend over and let me get it for you,” I ordered. He obeyed and I stared. “Damn they used the biggest damn dildo they could find! And they must have had it connected to an anchor point.” Grasping the protruding base with it’s hard ‘scrotum’, I asked, “Ready?”
“Go for it.” He chuckled as it slid out. “Aaaah, that feels good …”
It was a huge dildo, very detailed and about fifteen inches long and easily three thick.
“Damn, I thought it felt big!” He transformed and shivered as Owain draped the dressing gown over his shoulders. Looking at the dildo, he shook his head. “I don’t think I could take that in this form, but it felt interesting … And it was fixed to something. They tried to keep me.”
“Sometimes someone does try that.” Rob laughed. “It doesn’t work, the return force is too powerful. Come on, we’ve guests between us and breakfast.”
We emerged from the cellar ravenously hungry and headed straight into the breakfast room.
“Rob,” Niall called from the living room. “Can we join you guys?”
“Sure, if your lady doesn’t mind watching us feed wearing only these bathrobes!” Rob laughed. “If Connor misbehaves we can always send him back to where he’s just come from.”
“You wish!” Connor retorted. “Hi, Angela, you look as fabulous as ever—especially in those leggings and that gorgeous top …”
“Thanks, Con,” the young woman hugged him and kissed his cheek. Angela was a stunning woman. Perfectly proportioned, small breasted, with a fine featured face, a smile and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen, crowned by russet coloured hair. The laugh in her blue eyes as she studied Connor was infectious. “Your uncles treating you right?”
“Mostly,” Connor replied, grinning. “Niall behaving?” Pushing his brother away, he steered her to where I stood. “This is Eon, my Dad’s brother, and that’s Rob, at the buffet loading his plate, Eon’s uncle—our great uncle.”
“Thanks for the ever so gracious introductions, young man.” Rob put down his loaded plate, and offered Angela a hug. “Good to meet you, Angela. We don’t normally welcome visitors like this—we do observe some decorum. When our siblings allow us the time to at least get dressed.”
Angela laughed, and I realised I could smell both her arousal and the fact that she and Niall had been very sexually engaged. As usual the three of us demolished our huge breakfast in record time, amused by the amazed expression on Angela’s face as she watched, and entertained by her obvious enjoyment of the spectacle of us trying for a little ‘dignity’ in her presence.
“Niall’s tried to explain this to me,” she opened, addressing me. “So, you’re Glynn’s younger brother, and Rob is your Dad’s younger brother?”
“That’s right. We’re all ‘second sons’ like Connor.” Smiling I explained. “I expect Niall’s told you about the ‘family arrangement’ or something?”
“Somebody called Falstaff made a pact with the devil or something, wasn’t it?” She laughed. "Connor gave me an old amulet once. Said it came from Africa. I've still got it, Con."
“Made a bargain to save his life is the way he’d have put it I think.” Briefly I explained about Falstaff, the Master we served, and the Ruwenzori link. “Ever since then, the family have been guaranteed a direct heir and a ‘spare’, us, to serve the Master as his physical ‘bodies’ in the world. Qwedokoloshe, is, according to the folklore of the people in that part of the world a sort of guardian spirit of those who are different. People like us, Gay, fetish lovers—and often hated by society.”
“Sounds like my kind of spirit then.” Laughing, she took Niall’s hand. “Does he look after bi- girls who love domination, rubber, bondage and all the naughty fun the straight folk get upset about?”
“Most likely, though we’ve never been bi ourselves.” Flashing a smile, I went straight out with it. “We’re Gay all the way. No ‘maybe’.” Standing I adjusted my robe. “I need some sleep now. It was a busy night, and Rob and Connor do as well. We’ll be up and about around eleven. We can talk some more then.” Glancing at the rain outside, I added, “Looks like lunch will be at home today, when do you guys have to head back?”
“We don’t. It’s a long weekend and we’ve no need to go back until Tuesday afternoon, so we hoped we could stay until Tuesday morning?” Niall’s expression was pleading. “Please?”
Behind him, Rob nodded, and Connor gave an enthusiastic assent, so I did as well. As I stood to follow Rob, Angela asked, “Niall says you guys become rubber sex dolls at sundown …” She glanced at him. “Is that true?”
“Yes, it’s true.” I could see the question in her eyes. “And we can change at other times as well if we’re aroused—or if we want to.” Concentrating I let myself change, continuing in my ‘rubber’ monotone, “At sunset we have no choice. We are as you see me now from sunset until sunrise.” Resuming my flesh and blood form, I laughed at her expression. “Let me get some sleep please, and we can talk later.”
Walking out of the room I grinned as Connor joined me, and we walked up the stairs to join Rob in Falstaff’s bed. My nose told me that Niall had dropped his load, and Angela had had a spontaneous orgasm when I’d changed.
“She will make a good mother to Connor’s successor,” the master said in my head.
