6. Next-Gen Video Game Console

After the pony ride was done, Taylor made it obvious to Craig he was not happy and was ready to go home. Craig saw the change in his little brother's demeanor and decided it best he not push his luck any more.

"Well, I think it's time I get little Taylor home. She starts to get cranky when she gets sleepy."

When they got back to their cars they Craig and Carissa hugged each other good night.

Taylor felt relieved it was over as he removed the hat from his head, tossed it in the back seat, and buckled himself in. He tried to relax when he noticed that the feeling was just starting to return to his manhood, causing some of the pain to return.

Craig started backing out of the parking spot, and they were both startled by a sudden knock on the passenger window.

Taylor rolled down the window, and Carissa poked her head in, leaning on the car.

"You know, I was just thinking that it's Friday night of a long weekend, and I was wondering if you two might like to come back to my place," said Carissa. "You know, maybe for coffee? And the kids could play a little. Staying up a little late won't hurt the girls."

"Well, it is little Taylor's bedtime, and I wouldn't want to keep sweet Kaylee from being able to get her rest," Craig began, afraid his brother might crack.

"I think Kaylee is getting her second wind, and she's thrilled with her new friend. This was kinda her suggestion." said Carissa, biting her lip and staring at Craig. "I've got ice cream for the girls, and a bottle of something a little more . . . adult for us, but if you're too tired, then maybe some other . . ."

Carissa's boobs were resting on the door and Craig had been lustfully staring at them since she walked up.

"Is it too late for you too, Craig?" Carissa seductively cooed.

"No, no, we'd love that," Craig eagerly replied, while glancing at Taylor, giving him a pleading look with his eyes. "Just not too late of course."

"Perfect." Carissa clapped happily. "Follow me. I'm in the little BMW convertible."

"Please, Craig, let's just go home," Taylor pleaded as Carissa walked away. "I need to ice my balls. Do you have any idea what you've put me through?"

"Like it's even close to anything you put me through every damn week," mumbled Craig, basically ignoring Taylor as he pulled out behind Carissa's car.

"Craig, you're not listening! Call her and let's go home now," Taylor whined. "Enough is enough. Are you hearing me or not?"

"You know what I'm hearing?" Craig replied, grabbing Taylor by one of his pigtails when they stopped to wait for a traffic light.

"The voice of a cute little girl, so I'm glad that pony ride helped you get your voice a little higher. Now don't mess this up for me, or you'll be singing soprano permanently."

"Okay, okay," cried Taylor.

Craig released the pigtail and began driving again.

"Tay, you either continue to be a good little girl until we leave Carissa's house or I'll make you dress like this at home, too."

That threat was enough to convince Taylor and he didn't say anything else.

Finally they pulled up at Carissa's complex and followed them into a lovely early twentieth century two-level stone facited brownstone surrounded by multiple massive maple trees.

"Why don't you girls go play while Craig and I have some adult time?" Clarissa stated. "Be a sweetie and share all your dolls and toys too. Okay, honey?"

"I will," said Kaylee.

"Remember what I told you about doing things she'll like? Show her your new Barbie styling set. Maybe she can get you interested in playing with it," suggested Carissa, while turning her attention to Craig.

Kaylee dragged Taylor to her room.

"Come on. I'll show you my dumb American Girl doll that looks like me." Craig heard Kaylee say as they exited the room.

"I'm gonna start some coffee. Make yourself at home, Craig. You want me to put on the tv?"

"No thanks. Can I help you with anything?" Craig asked.

"That's so sweet," said Carissa. "I'm fine. I was just going to make the girls some brownies and a couple bowl of ice cream with hot fudge. Taylor will like that, right?"

"Of course."

"I assume you'll want a little bourbon in your coffee? Or will I be the only one?"

"But, of course."

Craig spent a couple minutes looking around the living room and checking out the photos of Carissa and her daughter on the mantle and around the wall. There were a few that really excited Craig. They looked to him like professional shots done for a modeling session. He particularly liked the shot of her at the beach in an orange two piece bathing suit.

After taking in the beauty of that photo he walked into the kitchen area and took the mixing spoon from Carissa. "Here, let me stir the brownie mix. I can't let you do everything."

While Craig stirred the brownie mix he started a conversation. "So you've done some professional modeling?"

"What?"

"The photos in the living room."

"Oh that, not exactly. A former lover of mine was a bit of a photographer. Took those photos for a portfolio."

"They turned out great. Of course it helped having such a beautiful, photogenic subject."

While the brownies baked and Carissa melted fudge in a double boiler on the stove, they continued to chat, the conversation becoming more personal as it went along.

By the time everything was done, and Carissa was filling ice cream bowls, Craig stood behind her, his hands massaging her shoulders and neck.

Carissa moved her hair to one side to allow Craig better access to her neck.

After a couple minutes Carissa reluctantly pulled away. "as good as that feels, we can't continue, the ice cream is starting to melt. So am I. If you don't stop, we won't be able to."

Carissa gave Craig a peck on his cheek, then called the kids in for their ice cream brownie bowls covered in hot fudge.

Craig leaned in and began to blow his warm breath on the area right behind one of her ear lobes.

"Stop. The girls are on their way in."

Craig stepped away after giving her a gentle kiss behind her earlobe, which, he noticed, caused her to shiver.

"That's not fair she told him. Now I really need a cold shower."

I'd love to take a hot one with you, Craig told himself.

The adults settled in at the table with a brownie and steaming hot cups of coffee containing a generous splash of bourbon and small scoop of French Vanilla ice cream in place of creamer.

"So what do you think, mom?" asked Kaylee as she came running in, dragging Taylor behind her. "Did I do it good?"

Sssspppiitttt. Craig, almost choking on a sip of coffee, half spit it out when he saw Taylor stepping off the stairs.

"Oh, very pretty, honey," Carissa complimenting them. "You did so wonderfully, too, Taylor. Sit and eat your dessert, girls."

Taylor was completely embarrassed. Red faced, and filled with shame, he gave the most evil look possible to his brother as he took the first bite.

Gone were his precious pigtails, as his entire head now consisted of a sloppy, crooked French braid.

Taylor had also made a pretty feeble attempt at giving Kaylee . . . some kind of braid? One was much higher than the other and most of the hair messily hung out.

"Let me just make a few small adjustments for you girls," Carissa offered as the kids ate. "Watch and learn, okay sweeties?"

Taylor and Craig watched as Carissa, who was a whiz at this, undid each of Kaylee's sloppy braids and quickly snapped them back in place. Once she bound each side, she then took a flowery spray, dampening Kaylee's hair, brushing through each pigtail and quickly braiding each side.

When she finished, she turned her attention to Taylor, undoing his braid and then dampening his hair with the floral spray as she lifted and brushed. She then began pulling his hair from the front at each temple and twisted with precision.

Taylor could feel his entire head being wound one step at a time from front to back, before she snapped in a band.

"I want you girls to sleep like this tonight and then each of you will have some very pretty waves in the morning."

Carissa sprayed each of their heads again with another spray.

"Okay then ladies, because it's been a long day, we're about ready to call it a night, I think." She said, looking at Craig.

"Yes mom," Kaylee replied with disappointment in her voice.

"What do you say, pretty girl?" Craig teased his brother "Ready to call it a night?"

"Uuuhh, yeah please," mumbled Taylor, dying to leave.

"Okay, then I'll pick you guys up bright and early?" Carissa asked while hugging Taylor.

"Tomorrow?" asked Taylor, stunned.

"Yes. You're excited I see," said Carissa, squeezing him hard as she hugged him again. "I'm so happy we're all hitting it off so well!"

"Craig!" yelped Taylor, gazing at his brother and looking ready to kill.

"You didn't forget tomorrow's the big game against the all city team! No way am I..."

"Goodnight everyone," Craig interrupted his brother as they walked out the door.

Once they were outside and Carissa had closed the door behind them, Craig attempted to calm his brother down. "Relax! Relax! I'd never make you miss the game. I know how important it is to you. A little A.M. time with our new friends, and then I'll get you there. Understood?"

"Yes," said Taylor with a sigh.

"No," he added a moment later. "I don't understand. Why do I gotta do this again?"

"Because you're the reason I had to go to that meeting last night and that's what led to me meeting the hottest girl to ever show interest in me. Have you seen her? The. Hottest. Girl. To. Ever. Show. Interest. In. Me. Now, like I told you, you're not going to mess this up for me or you'll regret ever doing what you did to get in trouble in the first place. What if I were to slip and tell Robbie, Jaylan, or Shamus what you've been up to with Kaylee? I could. I could take photos of what you look like right now and share them with the team. Or maybe the video I took of you during your pony ride, screaming like a little girl-"

"You didn't!"

"Oh I did. So what will it be? The team finds out or we could keep it between us. It's up to you."

Dropping his head in annoyance, Taylor entered the car and barely said a word, still angry as they drove home.

When they entered the house, Taylor's brother stopped him before he headed to bed.

"You did good today, so don't fuck this up for me tomorrow, if you expect to play in the game." Craig nastily told his little brother. "Now get to bed and don't you dare touch that braid!"

"But I don't want to do this any more, Craig. This isn't fair. I'm not getting anything out of this, just you. Your so called rewards are just the stuff I'd be doing anyways if you hadn't ever met that loose, slut!"

"Watch your mouth you ungrateful brat. I do everything for you much like mom and dad did. It's not too much for me to ask you to do this for me."

Taylor began to cry.

"Hey, come here, buddy." Taylor put his arms around Craig's head and hugged him tight. "Listen, don't screw this up for me. Once I've gotten in her pants, if we're still together, maybe we'll tell Carissa you don't like being a girl. We can say something like you've discovered that you're trans and you want to be a boy, okay?"

"But, I am a boy."

"No shit, Sherlock. I know that but they don't. They think you're a girl. We can't just say we've been lying all this time, that would be bad, so we'll tell them what I said and it's all good."

"So, let's do that tomorrow morning."

"Can't. I need you to continue being Kaylee's friend for now, so we can keep hanging out together. The only way for that to work is for you to have girly things in common with her."

Taylor exhaled loudly. "Fine, but you'll owe me big time when it's all over. I mean, next-gen video game console, and several games, big."

Don't hold your breath, Craig said to himself, but out loud he murmured, "We'll see."