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Once again we have Three Carpenters Chicago Spirit AU, with Ira, mxsinistir‘s Piper Ellison with krakaheimr‘s version of Richard Chappell. Sorry, I’m just addicted to these guys.
Using Lauren the Corgi’s Promptober list.
CWs: Crossdressing, lingerie, bondage, temporary sex change (magic), m/m/f threesome, threesome with (adopted) siblings, genderfuckery, Chappell being a sleazy creep
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There’s a lot Chappell can make the Carpenters do because they need him. He enjoys exploring the limits of what they’ll agree to. Take this, for example.
Piper, in nothing but a corset, lace panties, stockings and garter belt, is tightening down the laces on Ira, who is also in only a corset, lace panties, stockings and garter belt. His is magic, crafted by that cute mage-tailor Derringer dug up out of nowhere: tighten the laces enough to snatch his waist, and it squeezes out into feminine hips and breasts.
Ira is blushing. Piper has her game face on. Chappell’s just leaning back and enjoying the show.
“Breathe out for me, love,” Piper tells Ira. He does, and then grunts as she cinches it a little closer. Above, his breasts swell a bit more. Pleasant handfuls, at this size.
Chappell gives a thumbs-up and Piper starts tying off the laces.
Chappell lets his eyes roam up and down the new curves of Ira’s body. “This suits you.”
“Thanks?” Ira says. Piper steps around Ira’s other side as Chappell gets up to circle for a better look.
“Long legs, great ass.” He slips his hands around that newly smaller waist from behind. “Mmm and those tits are biteable.”
He strokes down over that fantastic ass–phenomenal asses, the whole family–and slips two fingers in beneath the hem of the panties to find the slit there. Cunt too; excellent work. When he pushes a little deeper, Ira makes a little noise and squirms.
Piper’s watching him over Ira’s shoulder. She’s a tasty morsel herself, all but naked with her hair tumbling in curls down her back. And just as sharp as her father. “Is there a reason you’ve developed a taste for Ira in drag lately?”
Chappell reaches past Ira’s waist to grab hers and pull her in, cramming the siblings together. From this angle, he’s got a great view of their breasts smushed together, pressed up into exaggerated cleavage.
She knows better than to roll her eyes at him, but she gives him a steady look at his deliberately sleazy smile to let him know she’s not impressed.
Caught between them, Ira wriggles. He’s a bit more impressed–but interestingly, he doesn’t seem exactly put off by it.
“Because I can,” Chappell answers her smugly. He grinds his clothed–for now–cock against Ira’s mostly-bare ass. Hmmm, he’s got to think about this: does he want to fuck Ira now, or does he want to make them fuck first while he watches?
Piper makes a little moue that says as good as words that’s about what she expected.
Unexpectedly, Ira pipes up. “It’s because of Dad, isn’t it?”
Piper shoots him a warning look with those baby blues of hers. Chappel grabs his hair and pulls his head back to see his expression more clearly. “Go on,” he purrs. It’s not a suggestion.
Piper’s unspoken warning gets more intense. She shakes her head at him, just a tiny twitch. Too late, though.
“He could do this. But you could never make him.” Ira looks at Chappell from the corners of his barely-slitted eyes, irises showing as nothing more than dark blurs beneath his lashes. “Do you wish you could make him?” The question is genuine, not hostile. Ira chasing his curiosity with the most questionable timing, as usual.
Piper steps back warily from Chappell’s sudden smile. He grabs Ira’s hips and spins him to face him. For a moment, he studies Ira’s face. He looks so much like Zion, in his lines, his bone structure, his musculature and his mannerisms and movements. Younger, of course. Less guarded, less unassailably composed–and it makes Chappell wonder what Zion was like at that age. Makes him want to crack Ira open and see what he can learn about from studying his innards.
“Your father,” he says thoughtfully, then steps sideways to corral Piper back against her brother before she can eel out of the situation. Both of them look wary now, and he savors that expression on their faces. Naked truth from a pair of inveterate liars. “I see him in you both. In all three of you, but you two… “
They stumble over each other a little as he backs them up toward the bed, clustered together now like ducklings, bare shoulders pressed together and slender stockinged legs tangling.
“I always wondered, y’know. What femininity would look like on him. The vulnerability of it. The limitations. Whether it’d affect him in any way at all.”
Piper’s face twitches. Chappell’s pretty sure it’s sublimated rage. He points at her with a little laugh. “That, too. I can see it in you two. What it’d look like on him. So…call me curious.”
The backs of their knees hit the bed. They scrabble back onto it as he moves forward to rest a knee on the edge. It’s not easy to make a Carpenter look nervous, but he licks his lips at how good it looks on them. He can see the reflection of himself in their eyes–the beast, hungry to take something deeper inside of them than their cunts.
He’ll start with the handcuffs, he thinks. They’re going to be here for a while.
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