Fear of rejection grips you, and you fumble for your words. "It's uh... I dunno, I'm not really into d... di... pe... dicks," you stammer, rubbing your arm with one hand.
An elbow into your side shuts up any further words. Anna is glaring at you. "Zack, you liar! You were totally into it!"
Zoe looks hurt, but also surprised at her sister, and glances between the two of you. You can't meet her eyes.
Anna grabs you arm. "I know what this is about. This is about your dick, isn't it?"
You tense and stare at her wide-eyed. "Don't you-"
"She's gonna find out anyway!" Anna protests, echoing her previous argument with her sister. "And trust me- trust me, your size is not a problem."
Your eyes sting with the combined shame of your manhood and your reaction to Zoe's cock.
"What, is he... small?" Zoe asks with trepidation.
You clench your fists and grit your teeth. Anna elbows you, but you refuse to talk.
"Yes," Anna eventually says, after you remain stubbornly silent. You glare at her.
Zoe sits up, wincing a little at the sensation of her still fresh cum dripping off her. "Zack, it's okay," she says quickly. "Please... please don't reject me over this."
You realize tears are welling up in her eyes, and regret brings the honesty out of you at last.
"Fine... You're way bigger than me..." You still can't meet her eyes, and your brows are still furrowed with frustration at the fact. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to be humiliated."
"Hey, Zack, it's okay," she says softly. Anna starts to head slowly for the door. Zoe shoots her a warning look that says 'this isn't over', then looks back at you. "You can wait here. I'm going to go shower off this mess, and we can talk about it after, okay?"
You nod slowly, and she gets up. You catch an eyeful of her nice body, already ripe with the fruits of puberty. You momentarily wonder if she has girl parts under her male bits, and then she's out of the room, headed for the shower.
You sit on her bed and mull things over, not getting far before she returns, changed, and gets back under her covers. "Okay, so... Any questions?"
You fumble for what question to start with. Eventually, you settle for, "So... Are you... trans, or...?"
She shakes her head. "No, this is a rare condition that runs in my family. I'm as female as all the girls in our class, just with something extra." She smiles brightly, which makes you feel better.
"So, if it runs in your family, then..."
"Yeah, Anna and Mom too."
"And... Brian?" you ask, curious.
She shakes her head. "He's a carrier of the gene, and his kids will have it, but no, he doesn't have girl parts."
"Damn..." you say softly. "I had no idea."
"It's a closely guarded secret. It goes back to before Columbus!"
"Hm?"
"Our ancestors were a native tribe of hermaphrodites. You can't really tell much now though, since we've interbred with others so much."
You do note her slightly tan complexion and dark hair, but had indeed never considered she might have been native. An eighth, maybe, or sixteenth.
"So," you change the subject. "My size really doesn't bother you?"
She shakes her head no.
"Why?" you ask tentatively, fearing the answer, and the memory of her intimidating size.
"Well..."
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