The Settlement

[Paddybaby]

Another brilliant twist

[Sandra B]

Chapter 85.  The Experiment.

Philip debated whether to go back to his aunt’s, but quickly decided against it.  He was much happier at Rebecca’s.  Sleeping in his sleeping-bag in the shed was no big deal.  It was quite dry out there, and apart from a few mice scurrying about he knew he would have a quiet night, which was all that he wanted at the moment.  He intended to spend some of the time thinking how he might reingratiate himself with his girlfriend.  His aunt had been very understanding about him staying with Rebecca, which he had found rather surprising.  But Rebecca had been clever enough to talk her round, telling her she had Philip well under her thumb, and giving her glimpses of the evidence, which she had presented as preparation for his baby training in the summer.

The following morning he rose and dressed, not quite sure what his next move should be.  But then he heard Rebecca’s mother calling him to come in and have breakfast.  He made his way to the back door, and entered the kitchen with a suitably remorseful mien.  There was no sign of Rebecca, but her mother was making coffee.
“I hear you’re in the doghouse, young man.”  (Rebecca’s mum had never been able to adjust to the idea her daughter was going out with a wannabe girl.)  “Never mind.  Rebecca’s gone off to school already.  Why don’t you have something to eat and have a shower.  I’ll drive you, so you won’t be late.”
“Thanks, Bel.  That’s really nice of you.”
“Don’t worry.  I’m sure whatever it is, it’ll all sort itself out in a few days.  Her bark’s worse than her bite, you know.”
That’s not very reassuring, thought Philip, recollecting the ferocity of her bark.  But he said nothing.

Rebecca pointedly ignored him for the whole day, at the same time making animated conversation with her friends as a demonstration of her indifference.    At the end of school, he was wondering what he should do, when she at last approached him.
“I’m off to see your darlin’ Matty.  Don’t let ‘im know, all right?  All right?”
“N-no, of course not.  Er…what should I…?”
“Go back ‘ome.  You can clean the bedroom.  And the barfroom.  Then put on that stoopid yeller baby doll set your aunt gave yer - it's in the bottom drawer - and wait for me.  I dunno what time I’ll be back.  Okay?” 
“Y-yes, dear…  I, er…  What are you…?”
“Never mind.  If you tip ‘im off, you'll be in trouble.  Understand?”
“Yes.  I won’t.  I wouldn’t.  I promise.”

Philip departed, feeling very humbled.  Rebecca?  Well, Rebecca smiled a grim smile to herself, while she waited for the bus that would take her to the end of Matthew’s road.  “An’ I don’t give a shit wevver ‘is mum’s there or not,” she said to herself, under her breath.

As it turned out, she wasn’t.  Rebecca knocked boldly at the front door.  Matthew himself, just home from school, and still in his uniform, answered it.
“’Ello Maffew.” 
He looked bemused.  “Er..hello.  You are…?”
“A friend.  Can I come in?”
He hesitated.  Rebecca turned on her most winning smile.  “Er, yeah, I suppose so…”
He opened the door wider and she walked in.  “Anyone else at ‘ome?”
“No….  Did you want my sister?  She’s at her friend’s.”
“Where’s yer mum?”
“My mum?  She’s still at work.  Why…what did you want to see her about?”
“I came to see you.”
“Me?  Who are you?”
“I’m Rebecca.”  She let the information sink in.  It took a little while.
“Rebecca…?  Er… I don’t think I….  Oh, shit!  Look, let me explain…”
“Let’s go somewhere private, shall we?”
“Oh, yes, sure…we can go to my room…?”
“Fine.”
He led the way upstairs and into an untidy bedroom.  There were books and comics strewn about, and the bed was unmade.
“Does your mum let yer live in a rubbish tip?”
“No…no.  I’m s’posed to have it tidied by the time she gets home.”
“Okay.  Start tidyin’.  I can talk to yer while yer does it.”
Matthew hesitated a moment, then began sheepishly to collect up the comics from the floor.  Rebecca launched straight in.
“So, yer's gay then.”
“Gay?  I…I…  Why do you…”
“You ‘ad sex wiv my boyfriend.  You must be.”
“No…I dunno…it was a one off…I…  What are you doing?”
Rebecca had started taking off her clothes and laying them on a chair.  Blazer, tie, skirt.  She kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her shirt.  Matthew stared at her, wide-eyed.
“Why…”
“I wanna see if you’re really gay,” she said matter-of-factly, dropping her shirt and unfastening her bra.
“No!  You can’t!  Not here!”
But the bra was followed by her tights, and then there she was, standing there in nothing but her panties.  Matthew was frozen to the spot.  But Rebecca continued her preparations.  She took her phone from the pocket of her jacket, started the video, and propped it up on the dressing-table.  Then she turned, pushed the paralysed Matthew backwards onto the bed, and climbed astride him.  She grabbed his tie.  Matthew stared at her breasts as if transfixed.
“You know what they are then, does yer?  You’ve seen a pair of titties before?”
“I…I…”
“’Ow many girls you bin out wiv?  Well?”
No reply.
“’Ow many?”
“Please…none…I haven’t ever….”
Rebecca stared at him.  “You’ve never….?   Why?”
“I…I dunno.  My mum thinks I’m gay…  Maybe I am…”
“Didn’t you ever want ter be wiv a girl?”
“Maybe…  But sometimes it’s scary…”
“If you ain’t never bin wiv a girl, ‘ow do you know….”  She shook her head.  “You’re f***ing crazy, know that?”  She paused, looking down at him cowering beneath her.  “’Ere, touch my titties.  Go on.  Do they look like they’re gonna attack you?”
“No…”
“Well, go on, then.”
Gingerly he reached up and touched them, clumsily at first, and then, as he grew more confident, he began to stroke them softly.  Rebecca’s head drifted back, and she sighed.  After a minute or so, she lifted her bottom slightly off Matthew’s belly.
“It don’t feel like you’re gay. Maffew.  ‘Ere, let me ‘elp you.”
She reached between her legs and carefully unzipped his trousers.  She reached in and released him from his underpants.  She squeezed him gently in her hand.  He was hard in an instant.
“’Ere’s the news, darlin’.  You may be bi, but you ain’t just gay.”
She fondled him till he groaned and closed his eyes.
“Don’t move.  I’ll be right back.”
She slipped off the bed and retrieved a packet from the breast pocket of her blazer.  She tore it open and rolled the condom expertly over Matthew’s erection.  Then she resumed her place, and, teasing the tip with her moistening pussy, she ripped open his shirt and began to run her sharp nails down his chest, until he was squirming.  She had decided his first experience of real sex should be a memorable one…

[Sandra B]

Chapter 86.  The Results.

They didn’t hear the front door open.  Jill had brought her friend Viv home with her, as she often did on a Tuesday evening.  They came in, chattering, and went into the kitchen to get a drink.  Viv slowly became aware of a noise emanating from upstairs.
“Shh, Jill…listen.  What’s that?”
They stood listening for a moment.  Yes, a regular dull bumping sound.
“What…?  Sounds like it’s coming from Matthew’s room.”
“Let’s go see,” whispered Viv, her unchaste mind already suspecting something improper.
“No, wait…maybe we shouldn’t…”
“Oh, come on!  Don’t pretend you’re not curious.”
Like two conspiratorial schoolgirls, they crept upstairs.  Matthew’s door was open.  Between the thumps they could hear the sounds of faint moaning and indistinct pleading.  Jill held her friend’s wrist, knowing they shouldn’t intrude, but Viv’s imagination was far too piqued to arrest her progress, and she’s pulled Jill towards the door.  As quietly as they could, they moved through the doorway into the room.  Viv’s hand went to her mouth.  Jill’s jaw dropped.  There was her son, whom she had always suspected of being gay, on his back, eyes closed and cheeks glowing, moaning with pleasure, and astride him a rather pretty dark-haired girl, breasts bouncing, hanging onto his school tie and riding him with ferocious abandon.
She was unable to suppress an exclamation;  “Oh my god!”
Matthew’s eyes opened.  “Mum!  No…!”
Rebecca turned her head.  “One of yer is Jill, right?” she gasped.  “Do us a favour.  My phone’s fallen over.  Could you…ah…could you please stand it up again?  I’m recording this…oh, god…”
Jill was in a state of shock.  Rebecca’s request had been so utterlty matter-of-fact, that she immediately complied, then drew her friend aside into the room so she wouldn’t be in the way. 
“I thought you told me he was gay,” murmured Viv, taking out her own phone. 
“I thought he was…”
“Welcome to reality…”
Poor Matthew!  He had been having such a good time, but there is no greater destroyer of passion than the presence of a mother, and for a moment Rebecca thought her experiment was at an end.  But she redoubled her efforts, enhancing her thrusts with gymnastic gyrations, and before he had had time to think about it, he toppled into orgasm, and everything else was blotted out.  The ladies covered their eyes, though both peeped between their fingers, as he bucked and gasped beneath his tenacious partner.  When at last he had subsided, Rebecca gracefully dismounted, momentarily leaving Matthew’s wilting member exposed to view, and stepped into her panties.
“Thank you for waitin’, ladies,” she said, politely.  “I would ‘ave ‘ated to leave ‘im in suspense.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” said Jill, this seeming like the question with priority.
“Rebecca,” said, Rebecca, pulling on the rest of her clothes.  “I’m Philippa’s girlfriend.  Your son seduced ‘im yesterday, and this is payback.  Also, I wanted to see if ‘e was really gay, like what everyone finks.”
“And what is your conclusion, may I ask?”
“’E ain’t.  But ‘e’s bi, all right.  ‘E did a right job on my bloke.”
“I didn’t,” groaned Matthew, from the bed, covering himself with both hands but as yet too exhausted to rise.  “All I did was kissed him…”
“’E told me you gave ‘im a blow job.”
“Maybe I did – but he started it!”
Rebecca stopped in her tracks.
“’E started it?”
“Course he did.  Downstairs on the sofa.  I was apologising for kissing him, and the next minute he was…down there…”
Jill and Viv stared, speechless.
“Is that the troof?”
“Absolutely.  Ask him.”
“Don’t worry….”  She frowned.  “’Ere, gimme that condom….  Don’t spill any.  Thank you.”  She knotted the top and slipped it into her pocket.  “Now listen, Maffew, Philippa’s off to ‘is baby trainin’ this summer – did you know that?  Well, now you’re goin’ wiv ‘im.”
“I’m not!”
“You are.  Or I’m gonna out you as gay to all your ‘orrible friends.  Tell ‘em who ‘Philippa’ really is.” 
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would.  Take yer pick.”
She took her phone from the dressing table, stopped the video, and smiled at the still stupefied ladies.
“Bye Jill.  Bye Jill’s friend.  Nice ter meet yer.”
And she skipped out of the room.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 87.  Not Fair.

When Rebecca arrived home, she found Philip dutifully but nervously awaiting her return, clad as instructed.
“Hi…”
“’Ello, darlin’.  I see you’s all ready for me.  Good girl.”
“So…”
“So…?”
“So what happened?”
“Oh, wiv Matty, you mean.  I gave ‘im a good talking to, that’s all.  ‘E understands fings a bit better now.  ‘E’s comin’ wiv you to baby trainin’ next munf.”
“What?  You told ‘im….?”
“Nah.  ‘E already knew, didn’t ‘e?  From Jennifer an’ them.”
“Well, he can go by himself.  I’m not going.  I’ve made up my mind.”
“You ‘ave?  You fink your mind is yours to make up, does yer?  ‘Fraid not, sweetie.  You’ll do what yer told, now.”
“I won’t!  You can’t make me!”
“Ooh, tantrums!  We’ll see wot I can’t make yer do…”
And with that, she shoved Philip back onto the bed, pushed down his yellow baby doll bloomers, slipped out of her panties, and climbed astride him.  For the second time that evening, she took her pleasure on a not totally willing male, and enjoyed it even more than the first time. 
“So…you goin’, or what?”
“No….ahh…”
She clasped her hands with his, and forced them down onto the bed.  “Sure, Philippa…?”
“I don’t want to…oh!  Oh!  Please, don’t make me…”
And so it went, on till eventually he climaxed and lay still, quite drained.  Rebecca sat up.
“Changed yer mind?”
“No…”
“You will.  But for the time bein’, what you ‘ave got to do, is be your boyfriend’s girlfriend.  ‘E’s gonna need you to show up wiv ‘im a few more times, or ‘is mates won’t swallow it, get me?”
“Okay…”
“You don’t object to that, I see.  ‘E told me, it was you who initiated the sex, not ‘im.  That’s right, innit?”
Philip couldn’t reply.  He lowered his eyes in mute confession.
“Well, never mind.  We’re quits, anyway.”
She pulled the full condom out of her skirt pocket, and dangled it in front of his face.  He stared at it, then at her.
“You didn’t…!”
“Yeah.  You did.  Why not me?  ‘E is quite sexy, ain’t ‘e?”
Philip was outraged, but speechless.  He knew there was a very good reason why it had been all right for him to have sex with Matthew, but not Rebecca.  He just couldn’t articulate it at that precise moment.  But he resolved to work it out later, and give her a proper telling-off.  He was still struggling with this moral paradox when she covered him with the duvet, took off all her remaining clothes, got into bed, smiled, kissed him tenderly on the lips, and started cuddling him.  Helplessly, he returned her embrace, and buried his face in her neck.  She really was the most confusing girl he had ever met!

[Sandra B]

Chapter 88.  Girlfriends.

Rebecca was satisfied.  So far, Philip had passed every test, and they were still together, and, she believed, as close as ever.  She had been right about one thing.  He did have difficulty committing himself to one person – at least sexually.  But he remained spiritually faithful to her, and she to him.  It has been said, the opposite of love is not hate: it is individuality.  And Rebecca wanted this closeness she felt to Philip to somehow combine the two, and remain durable.  The final test would be the baby training, where he could learn the virtue of occasional but total submission to another person, while (she hoped) retaining his own strong personality.  And it would be such fun in the future to have her own baby to fuss over, without the complication of giving birth herself!
In the days that followed, they were both preoccupied with their exams.  Not much was said about the rest of summer, but what was said didn’t seem that promising for Philip’s acquiescence.  He remembered all too well the spanking that had followed his objections to joining Mary’s little establishment.  But his time living with Rebecca had made his rebellious, and now he was determined to resist at all costs.

Despite her dislike of Philip’s aunt, Rebecca had been in regular touch with Estella.  She recognised that, for the time being at least, Estella held all the cards.  But when the time was right, she hoped she would be able to lay down a hand of aces.  She had a cousin up north who was a lawyer.  She had briefly discussed Philip’s situation with her, and sent her a copy of the settlement.  She had been invited to stay for a couple of weeks, which she could do while Philip was away at Mary’s – if he were away at Mary’s.  She knew that Estella could insist on Philip’s attendance, but that would be cheating, as well as distasteful.  So for a while she was at a loss how to proceed.
It was after she had finished her exams – Philip still had one outstanding – and she was relaxing in the pub with a couple of the girls, Freida and Desdemona, who were also finished, that she decided to broach the subject.  They were sitting round a bar table.  All the tension had evaporated, and they were slumped back in their seats in relief.
“Thank god that’s over,” sighed Desdemona.  “I screwed up on History, I know, but I’m just gonna forget about it all now and enjoy the summer.”
“Me too,” said Freida.  “Ready for another?”
“My round,” said Rebecca.  “What yer want?”
Inevitably, the conversation eventually made its way round to Philip.
“How’s he coping?” asked Desdemona.  “Did his period of detention do any good?”
“’E’s doin’ great.  I can tell by ‘ow ‘e comes outta the exam room smilin’.  Fanks for what you did, you guys.  I fink it really allowed ‘im to fulfil ‘is potential.”
“No probs, Becca,” said Freida.  “We had fun too, you know.  How did it go with Matthew?”
“I can’t tell you.  You’d be shocked.  Naughty boy.”
“No, tell us!  Tell us!” screamed Desdemona.  “Please!  What did lover boy get up to?  Come on, Becca, don’t keep us in suspense!”
In the event, every detail was related, with appropriate embellishments, as is usually the case when girlfriends have secrets they have vowed to withhold from each other.  The tale was greeted with squeals of delight. 
“I can’t wait to tell the others,” said Desdemona.  She paused.  “And what about the baby farm, or whatever it is?  With that friend of his aunt’s.  Is he still going there, too?”
“I'm glad you asked.  That’s a bi’ of a problem.  ‘E’s resisting.  I ain’t sure what to do.”
“His aunt’ll probably make him go.  And in any case, you’ve got enough on him yourself.”
“I know, Des.  But I want ‘im to go of ‘is own accord.  I don’t wanna force ‘im, or blackmail ‘im.  If I does, ‘e’ll fight every inch of the way, an’ never ‘ave anyfink to do with baby stuff again.  I want ‘im to enjoy ‘iself, an’ come back wantin’ more…”
“Ah.  Yes, I get you…”
They sat silent for a minute, thinking.  Then Freida broke the silence.
“I have an idea.  Let me speak to my friend.”
“What you finkin’?”
“Just leave it with me, Becca.  I’ll call you later.  I don’t want to say anything till I’ve spoken to Shaniya.  All right?”
Rebecca was puzzled, but nodded assent.  “Shaniya?  Why Shaniya?”
Freida only smiled enigmatically.
“Okay.  I’ll wait to ‘ear from yer.”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 89.  The Visit.

Freida’s idea was merely in the incubation stage, but she had remembered something Shaniya had been telling her only a few days before.
“I wish Philip would come back and see my sister.  She’s always pestering me to ask him.  I know he’s busy and all that, but seriously, I think after the exams I'm going to ask him to come and play with her again.”
“I remember they seemed to hit it off.”
“Yeah.  Kimona was dazzled by his fairy outfit, and then he told her some great stories about fairies and pixies.  She was relating them to my mum like they were true.  He certainly has a way with kids.  I think it’s because he’s so patient, and he doesn’t like to disappoint them.”
“Is she still into all that stuff?”
“Oh, yes.  And babies.  Fairy babies and pixie babies.  Apparently they keep them apart for some reason.  I can’t remember why.  I think, like, the fairies are all good and nice, and the pixies are naughty and mischievous.  Something like that.”

As she made her way home that night, Freida was turning the whole thing over in her mind.
“Well, if she’s into babies, I’m sure she’d like the idea of Philip being a baby, wouldn’t she?” she said to herself.  “Suppose I was to tell her about his baby holiday – I don’t know what to call it – I bet she’d be desperate for him to go….  Specially if she could come along and see him…  I wonder if she’d like him to be a fairy baby or a pixie baby?  It’s a long shot, but it may be worth a try.  What did Shaniya say?  He doesn’t like to disappoint them….?  Yes, I think I need to pay them a call.”

She rang Shaniya that night, and she was only too happy for Freida to come and visit.
“Any day, Freida.  I’ve finished my exams.  We can have dinner here or go out.  Whatever you like.”
“Let’s stay in, shall we?  I’ll bring a few beers.  Er…will Kim be there, do you think?”
“She’s in all day tomorrow.  Why do you ask?”
“I’ll come tomorrow, then.  I’ll explain when I see you.”
“Okay…  Sounds mysterious…  Come over for lunch, then.   Any time after twelve.”

Freida arrived a few minutes after twelve.  She lost no time in explaining her idea.
“Listen, Shan.  Philip’s been offered to go to a baby training centre – for big boys, you know – at some lady’s who’s a friend of his aunt.  Beginning of next month.  Becca really wants him to go, but he’s digging his heels in.”
“Wow!  Really?  That would be so cool.  He’d make a great baby!  I can just see him in a little frock, with his nappy sticking out, and his finger in his mouth!  Oh, god.  I loved our film so much.  This would be a great sequel.  “Philippa Two”!”
“Yeah, I agree.  So listen.  I was wondering…  Do you think we could get Kimona to….you know?”
Shaniya gasped.  “Get her to persuade him?  I don’t know.  She might.  They were all so into him before…and they loved his fairy costume…”
“It was just an idea…”
“Let’s talk to her after lunch.  I'll raise the subject first, okay?”
“Course.”

At lunch, Kimona talked almost non-stop, about her dollies, her friends, and the dress she had been bought to wear to Lucy’s party.  Shaniya got the ball rolling.
“That sounds lovely, darling.  I was thinking of asking Philip over one day.  Remember Philip?  I’m sure he’d love to see your new dress.”
“Shanny!  Are you serious?  Yes, please.  I love Philip!  It was so long ago he came round… Do you remember?  We all played fairies, and he told that amazing story again.”
“Oh, yes.  Your friends liked him too, didn’t they….?”
“Yes.  Ooh, Shanny!  Dorelia and Abi and Lucy are coming for a sleepover on Thursday.  Could you ask him for then?  Please please please please!”
“Well I suppose I can ask….  But don’t get your hopes up.  He’s a very busy guy, you know.”
“I know, I know, but please….ask him?”
“All right.  What do you think, Freida?  Do you know if he’s busy on Thursday?”
“I don’t know.  Shall I ring Becca and see?”
“Why not?”
So Freida went outside to phone.
“Becca?  It’s me.  Yes.  Yes I do have a plan.  Is Philip free Thursday evening?  His exams will be over, won't they?  Good.  You may not know this, but he was very fond of Shaniya’s kid sister, and she took quite a liking to him – she and her friends.  Now the thing is, for reasons I’ll explain later, I think she might be able to persuade him to go to baby training.  Yes, seriously.  We’ve got to work out the details….  I’m there now, and we’re gonna talk to her.  But if you could bring him over…?  Okay.  I’ll ring you later, and we can talk about it.  See you, babe!” 
She returned to the others.
“Looks like he might be free…”
 Kimona jumped for joy.  “Yes!”
“Okay,” said Shaniya.  Let’s go upstairs to my room.  All of us.  Kim, we want to have a little chat about Thursday…”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 90.  The Last Chance.

Kimona had to go get her doll first, then she skipped along to Shaniya’s room, where her sister and Freida were waiting.  Shaniya sat her in a little pink basketwork chair next to the dressing table, and she and Freida sat on the bed.
“Now, darling,” said Shaniya, “Freida wants to explain something to you.  Something about Philip.  And we may need your help.”
This was very exciting.  Kimona fidgeted in her chair, and made her doll sit up very straight and pay attention.
“Kim, darling,” began Freida, “we hope Philip will be able to come over to see you and your friends on Thursday.  He’ll come – if he does – with his girlfriend, Rebecca.  She’s very nice.  You’ll like her.  But she – and we as well – have been trying to persuade Philip to take up an offer a very nice lady has made him.  You’ll never guess what that offer is all about.”
Kimona stared at them.  “I don’t know…  It’s not anything to do with…fairies…is it?”
“Well, sort of…”
“Really?”
“Well, it’s actually about fairy babies and pixie babies…”
Kimona gasped.  “What?  What is it?”
“Well, this nice lady has a special school, where big boys like Philip can go on holiday and learn to be fairy babies.  Sometimes pixie babies, but not often, because most big boys are already just overgrown pixie babies, as you might know.”
“Is that like those horrible rude boys from the comp. who laugh at us in the park?  Were they pixie babies once?”
“That’s right.  In fact, one of those horrible boys is hoping to go with Philip.  But Philip isn’t sure yet whether he wants to go.  So….”
“Why wouldn’t he want to go?  It would be such fun!  And could I see him…?”
“I’m sure that could be arranged.  I’m sure the fairy mummy – her name is Mary, by the way – I’m sure she would be happy for you to visit, you and your friends…”
Kimona squeezed her dolly.  “That would be so cool…”
“But now you can see why we need your help.  Philip’s having second thoughts, and he doesn’t take any notice of us, or of Rebecca.  But it would be so good for him…”
“We’ll tell him he has to go,” cried Kimona, excitedly.  “I want to go to the fairy baby school and see all the big fairy babies!  Oh, please make him go…  I can’t wait to tell my friends…”
“We agree, Kim.  He would have lots of fun, and he would learn what it was like to be a real fairy baby.  But we can’t force him to go.  That’s why we’re asking you.  But - and this is very important - you’ll need to be super clever, or you might frighten him off.  If you come right out and order him, or even plead with him, he could get suspicious that we’ve put you up to it.  I don’t really know what to advise you, but I do know you’re one of the cleverest girls I’ve ever met, and I think you’ll find a way.  You and your friends are our last chance…”
Kimona sat staring at Freida for a few seconds.  Then, in a low, secretive voice, she whispered, “Don’t worry Freida.  Don’t worry, Shanny.  Me and my friends will have a meeting in the shed on Thursday.  We’ll think of a way.”  She addressed her dolly.  “Won’t we Emily?”