A Hole is a Hole 5 - (Femboys/Traps Stories)

Episode: 'Eris' Delight: A Boy's most Girly Desire 1'

Warning: this is set in the Nasuverse's Greek Mythology.

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Many years ago, the chief herdsman Agelaus was tasked to leave the youngest child of his king to the wilderness. This was due to a prophecy which would spell the end of Troy as a whole.

But while such method was quite known to hardly bear much fruits, the herdsman still went through with the task, not even much fazed when he stumbled on the boy being feed by a she-bear. The sign was clear as Fate had blessed the cute child with quite the luck and the need to survive until the prophecy was completed.

Driven by paternal urges and a deep sense of regret, Agelaus saw fit to claim the child as his own and he came to his home carrying a new son to his wife. The little crib that already held a child in it was soon stuffed with a new one, with the tiniest of the two earnestly hugging the other.

And that's how I, Galenos, met my little brother, Paris.

A little child even for his age, he grew up a beautiful boy. Slim and tender, both in body and mind as he hardly strayed away from the rest of his family. He would always ask our mother for help with his clothes and in regard to his beauty. As years went by, the casual nudity common within our community had us quite close and intimate as siblings should... if not more.

Paris always had that strangely gorgeous and most feminine attitude towards others. He was gentle, so gentle, and yet dutiful with his chores around the animals our family herded. Yet, it was his bond with me that always perplexed me. I didn't mind it, and I actually appreciated it, but I always wondered if what came to be out of it was indeed something fated on us.

He never ceased to look at me with affection and love beyond what one would expect from a sibling, and as we grew older and more mature, the short and feminine stature started to truly encroach some feelings within me over the boy's pretty face and body. When we were twenty, Paris finally dared me with a kiss. He said that he learned from a nymph how to kiss men properly, a very odd skill for him to have but he offered to show me how good he was.

Turns out he was quite good at it as he sat on my lap and, while cupping my cheeks, showed me how a girl is supposed to kiss a man.

The full context was indeed baffling, but within that moment I ignored I was doing it with a boy. Paris was cute enough to trick one to think he is a lady, and his tender and graceful lips further sold the part. The sudden clash of tongues further confirmed there was indeed a womanly desire within my adopted brother.

After that first kiss, many more came to be as Paris seemed to liken those to a 'proper' form of greeting. It was clear to the both of us that there was more to it. However, I never told him that I knew what was up, only glad that I was exploring new heights with my brother. Paris would keep being a herdsboy together with me as we were slowly getting our father's property trusted unto us.

And, during the next few years, I met the one that has been teaching my brother about the ways a 'woman' should 'please a man'. The Mountain Nymph Oenone was quite the woman. As many nymphs, she easily disregarded clothes, and her ethereal appearance defined by her soft bluish white hair and wine-purple skin enhanced her curvaceous frame.

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She was quite delighted to make my acquaintance, and she told me that Paris spoke highly of me and... quite frequently. She admitted that she had been feeling jealous of me due to that, but she was now 'aware' of why Paris seemed to care much for me. The way she relayed these words, so teasingly, led to poor Paris to blush.

Any time we would met with Oenone, there would be a most erotic detail of hers that was brought up. Such as the fact that she was sensitive with her nipples. Once I caught her and Paris sharing a 'romantic moment' as he sat by her lap, her hands molesting his pert butt while he suckled at one of her nipples with childish insistence.

She asked me to do the same, but she was quite taken aback by the roughness I put in the act. One thing she hadn't mentioned was that her breasts lactated wine upon her whims. And as I loved the sweet nectar of the grapes, I was quite keen to drunkenly drain the lecherous woman of her lewd desires.

Oenone still made a point that she wished to marry Paris, a curious desire that was half-wanted by my brother despite Oenone being a wonderful woman and nymph.

As a few months came by, it became clear that this had driven a wedge between the two. A wedge that was solved by Oenone's idea on how to 'make things work'. She asked for my help for something and, as I arrived at the familiar slope where we would usually met, I found Oenone on her knees as she pleased my brother.

Paris' small but bold penis writhed in pleasure under the tongueful assault of the nymph, his ass squeezed by the earnest hands of the woman as Oenone stopped only as he came into her waiting mouth.

"Oh, hello Galenos. I hope you are ready to help me with a lesson."

I was confused by this greeting, even more as soon both Oenone and Paris knelt before me. My loincloth came off and the two were soon leaning close to it. One thing was someone like Oenone to do it, but there was something embarrassing and arousing of Paris sniffing over my sweaty dick. The two shared a look, with Oenone licking her lips before starting to pleasure me.

I thought that Paris would have kept away from doing something direct, but, to my surprise, his tender tongue soon started to tease my balls. He was quite lost in the deed as Oenone happily sucked me off, slurping and suckling at my cock as if it was the finest piece of meat all around.

Paris was so lost in the lust that he barely noticed that Oenone had successfully made me cum into her mouth and, even more surprising, she pulled him away from my balls and slammed her mouth against his. Shock flared momentarily through Paris' lips, yet he soon surrendered as waves of my white seed stormed into his girly throat and fully convinced him to mellow at his lover's care.

By the time these two were done, Oenone finally told her what her 'compromise' was.

"I will be Paris' wife, but Paris will be your wife!"

"...What?"

For some insane reason as I struggled to make sense of this 'plan', Paris was now convinced to go along with it and... I just rolled with it since Paris was my cute little brother and these two could be quite convincing about this sort of 'idea' of theirs.

If only we knew that this would have sparked some interesting ripples in the threads of fate itself.


AN

When the three Goddesses roll by to be judged on who's the prettiest, things will get very particular very fast.