Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 10:35:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Byran Johnson Subject: My Brother Mike 4 My life became a contradiction. On the one hand I was the perfect young boy, good student and faithful son. On the other hand I was a sex crazed little girl willing to suck and fuck any guys cock. There were days that if Mom had left for work before I got up that I wore only girl's cloths. I even appeared as Rita at the shopping maul and other areas of town. One morning as I was trying on some of Mom's undies I thought about what it would be like if she knew of my feme side and thought it was OK. Maybe she would take me shopping and maybe we could have a relationship of mother/daughter. That would be so cool I thought. I played in her drawer for a couple of hours liking the feel of her soft frilly women's wear against my skin. As I carefully replaced the borrowed undies I thought of a plan. I didn't want her to know of all the girl's cloths I had right off so would have to leave something of hers where it shouldn't be. In my room. I took the oldest looking bra-panty set I could find and headed for my room. I looked all over for a place to hide them and then it hit me. Next day was Saturday; the day Mom always washed and changed the sheets on the beds. I placed her things under the mattress out of site but very close to the edge so when she pulled the sheet out they would come out also. Next morning I was watching cartoons on TV when Mom came in to the room and said, "Son, we have to talk." In her hand was her bra and panty, I looked at her with this sheepish look and thought to myself, this is working perfectly. "What were these doing under your mattress," she asked. "Well, I err," I stammered. Then I broke down crying and told her I liked wearing her underwear. That I stuffed others into the bra so I had tits and wondered what it would be like to have a boy play with them. I went the whole nine yards, finally running over to her and putting my arms around her and pressing my head against her tits, crying all the time. "Darling boy," she whispered, "What is the problem? I get the feeling that there is more here then you just liking to wear my undies. Here, here now," she said kind of pushing me away, "Stop crying and let's talk." She patted the bed beside where she was sitting and motioned for me to sit down. I did and blew my nose and cuddled in to her side. "Mom I've been thinking about my whole situation and I really think I should have been born a girl. I like wearing your cloths, and when ever I see Mike and or Len running around with nothing on I get all sort of funny feelings in my body." "Wow, I guess there was more then just wearing my cloths. Have you put on makeup?" she asked. "Yes and one time I put on your bra and panties and stuffed the bra full and then put on shorts and a t-shirt and went out side and walked down the block and back. I felt soooo cool." About then Mike hollered Hi and Mom said we would continue the discussion later after she had had a chance to think about it. We went down stairs, I hollered at Mike and Mom went into the kitchen to fix dinner. I was dieing to tell Mike what had been going on but decided to wait. Next morning Mike had to go to work early so Mom and I were there alone. She came into my room and sat on my bed and said, "I'm no expert on your problem but I think you will grow out of it. So here's what I propose. I'll take you shopping across town where we won't run into anyone that knows us. I'll help you pick out some girls cloths that you can feel comfortable in and you can wear them around the house when you are alone." I grabbed Mom in a big hug and pulled her down on me and asked, "Will you buy me some tits too pleaseeeee?" Mom sort of giggled and said, "We'll see, we'll see" as she left the room. "When we going," I called after her. "As soon as you get ready," was her reply. It took me all of about 3 minutes to toss on a pair of shorts, and t shirt and some sandals. Then I washed my face and combed my hair and headed down stairs. "I'm all ready," I called to Mom. She appeared purse in hand and we headed out the door. Just looking at her made my little woody stand up. She had on a white blouse with a sort of deep neck line that showed a lot of cleavage. Her tight skirt was short like the younger girls wear and showed off her beautiful legs. I wanted to nibble on the nipples that were pushing little bumps in her blouse. She is one hot lady. We drove across town to a sort of medium class maul that had some good stores for kid's cloths. She went about showing me things without any sign of embarrassment at all, like it was an every day occurrence. I on the other hand was scared to death that someone would see me looking at girls stuff. One time I heard some giggling and thought sure girls were getting their rocks off laughing at my expense. Actually the two girls weren't even looking our way. Mom and 5 or 6 things on hangers and told me to follow her to the dressing room. I was soooo embarrassed because here I am in the dressing room with a hard on, trying on girls cloths. I really loved everything Mom had picked out but she narrowed it down to three Things. I ended up with a blouse that when buttoned up didn't show any cleavage at all, a pair of slacks and a pair of shorts that both went well with the blouse. As we were ready to leave Mom said she forgot something and told me to wait right there. She was only gone a couple of minutes and returned with a package that contained a couple of bra and panty sets and another one that had a pair of falsies in it. I looked at both packages and highly approved of the bra and panties but wished the tits were bigger. But they would do OK for times when I wasn't with any of my lovers and the ones I already had were OK with them. My life settled into pretty much of a routine. I had four lovers that I could depend on to keep my secret and a Mother that was ok with my fetish. Of course she didn't know how far my fetish had gone. Over the next couple of years I had very few new lovers being very careful to not get involved with someone who would expose me. And then during the summer I was 14, things that were sort of weird started happening. Mike was still living at home while he attends the local community college. His hours were varied so I never knew for sure when he'd be home or gone. One afternoon I had gone swimming at a friend's house and when I arrived home I heard commotion upstairs. When I got to Mike's room he was laying on his bed, nude and on his stomach like trying to convince me he was asleep. I heard the shower in mom's bathroom going and couldn't figure out what was going on. I sat on the bed next to Mike and started rubbing his hot buns. He rolled over and had this unusually hard cock, even for him. I started playing with it, wanting very badly to get a mouthful of his seed. When I moved down to start licking it I discovered a very new but interesting taste. I licked all around his cock and his ball sac and got more and more of the same flavor. I hadn't sucked more then a couple of minutes when Mike put his hands on my head and started fucking my mouth. The load he gave me was bigger then any of the hundreds before. I sucked him dry and licked him clean and then sort of laid back by him. "Lord man, that was some load. You must have saved it up for me for days." "I guess it has been a while," he replied. "And you taste different, really wonderful flavor," I added. "Really," he said, "Well I haven't had a shower yet this morning." "That must be it," I replied knowing that it wasn't. I had a real mystery on my hands. Mom hollered that she was going down to fix dinner so I went to my room to change. As I went by Mom's room I smelled a wonderful aroma. I went in and looked and saw that her bed was all messed up and there was a big wet spot. I put my nose to it and it had a very similar aroma to the taste on Mike's cock. Then it hit me, Mom and Mike were fucking when I got home. That explains everything. I went to my room with the biggest hard on I have ever had. The thought of my brother fucking my Mom was almost more then I could comprehend. My mind went over all the ramifications like a cyclone. Mom and me, Mom and Mike and Me, me and Mom after she got home from a date with Robert, me and Mom and Robert, the possibilities were endless. I changed into one of my tease outfits, tight low cut shorts, tight tube top and sandals. Mom looked at me and whistled, Mike just looked. I set the table and helped get food on the table. I couldn't help looking at Mike and giving him my know it all smile. And even Mom looked a little guilty, like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. We finished dinner, I did the dishes and Mike took off for his date. I just had to have some relief so headed for my room and a meeting with Mrs. Thumb and her four daughters. I thought to myself as I slowly stroked my hard cock that it wasn't fair, I had been giving pleasure to four guys and more for about 3 years and had never had anything except my hand in return. My cock was close to Mike's in length but not quite as thick. But I was sure it would give pleasure to Mom or any other female. Just as the thought of me fucking Mom crossed my mind my load started shooting out of the cum slot, all over my bare stomach. I laid there for a few minutes and then got up to clean up. Of course I ran my finger thru the cum and licked up most of it. A couple of days later Mike and I were home alone in the late afternoon. I answered the phone and it was Mom wanting me to turn on the oven. As I hung up the phone I thought, now is the time to let Mom catch me sucking on Mike. I went into the Living room where Mike was stretched out on the sofa. I got down on my knees beside him and started rubbing his crotch. His bulge grew as I played. I hurried to get his cock out because I wanted it hard and in my mouth when Mom opened the door. Just like a well practiced plan, cock gets hard, mouth sucks and door opens. Mike panics, I pretend I don't know Mom is home and continue fucking his cock with my mouth. "What is going on here?" Mom said in a startled tone. "What do you guys think you are doing?" I kept a tight grip on Mike's hard on and turned and looked at Mom. "Nothing that you didn't do the other afternoon and nothing we haven't been doing for years," I replied. I didn't wait for an answer but returned to my task in hand. Mom took the sacks of food she had in her arms to the kitchen and returned to the living room. I had continued sucking the hard cock and Mike just laid back and enjoyed, knowing there was no reason not to. "Boys, we've got to talk," Mom said. "Mom," I said, "I know you and Mike fucked the other afternoon because I finished him off after I interrupted you. I tasted something different and figured out what it was when I went by your room and smelled the aroma of sex and saw the big wet spot on your bed. There's nothing to hide and I can't think of anything more loving and wonderful then showing the two people I love the most just how much I love them. I've been showing Mike for a long time, now I want to show you." Mom didn't know what to say. She just sat there unable to put the right words together. I continued to stroke Mike's cock while I spoke and then took him all the way down my throat to emphasize my statement. He was close to cumming so I thought it would push my point home if Mom watched the hot cum shoot out of his cock and then I lick it up. It shot, I licked and Mom watched. I kept some of his cum in my mouth and went over to Mom. She was so astonished she didn't try to resist as I pressed my lips to her's, pushed my tongue into her mouth and let Mike's cum transfer from mine to hers. Nothing was said for the longest time. I just sat there next to Mike who just laid there like he was an innocent bystander. Finally Mom got up and mumbled, "I guess I better get dinner started."