Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 14:25:50 -0500
From: a a <anothernifty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris's Little Brother Ch 1 (transgender-young friends)

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Chris's Little Brother

1. Good Morning

Chris sits on the plaid couch in the living room eating his favorite chips
for breakfast. He sucks his orange fingertips as he watches some movie. He
says that since he is fifteen he can eat what he wants to for
breakfast. And sleep as late as he wants.
	Joe peeks down the hallway at his brother. He hears the crinkle of
the bag and crunching of his favorite chips that no one else can eat. Joe
has been waiting for his brother to wake up. Excited to spend time with him
alone. To have his full attention.
	Joe takes off his shirt since Chris isn't wearing his. Chris is
just in his boxer shorts and white tube socks as he munches on his
chips. Joe rummages through the heap of clothes on the floor by the bed and
finds his own tube socks that don't smell too horrible. Wedged in between
the mattress and box spring is the panties Chris likes him to wear. They
were his sisters when she was a little younger then Joe. Faded pink with a
little pink bow on the front. They're tight and don't cover all of Joe's
butt and they give him a constant wedgie. But Chris says that's why he
likes them he say's they're like a thong. Well they're uncomfortable but
Joe will wear them if Chris likes him too.
	Chris says Joe would make a cute girl. So Joe has been letting his
hair grow longer like his sister. It's not girl length yet but the front
comes down to the tip of his nose, the sides below his ears and the back to
his shoulder tops. He has also been practicing with the Mommy's make
up. Using her red lipstick and eye shadow.
	Joe brushes his hair out in the mirror in the Mommy's room applying
her make up left strewn among the empty whiskey bottles and beer cans on
the dresser, spilling off onto the floor. Dark smudges of eye shadow ring
his green eyes. Joe puckers his lips and draws a thick heavy oval around
them with the red lipstick.
	Joe knows that Chris will be thirsty from eating those chips. He
sorts through the heap of dirty dishes in the sink that's spilled over on
to the counters and finds a disposable red plastic cup not too dirty. It
stinks faintly of some kind of the Mommy's alcohol. He rinses it out as
best as he can and picks some sticky chunks out from the bottom.
	In the lower half of the fridge, behind the crumpled white fast
food bag is the mostly empty clear plastic container of what is left of the
red Koolaid. Kevin's favorite. He pours in whats left and puts the
container back into the fridge. Not even half a cup. Joe knows ice cubes
make it seem like there's more in a cup then there really is. The top half
of the fridge is the empty freezer. Empty whiskey bottles and empty ice
trays. The ice bin had one frosted ice cube stuck to the side. Joe pries it
out and it breaks loose and shoots down to the floor and slides across the
dirty linoleum. Joe puts the bin back into the freezer and puts the ice
into the drink.
	Thirsty? Joe extends his offering to Chris smiling his big sloppy
red smile in his sisters faded old panties and white tube socks.
	Chris's eyes flicker away from the movie and move to the cup then
back to the movie. Joe's shoulders slump sadly from the lack of attention.
	Thanks. Chris puts a handful of chips into his mouth and takes the
drink. Joe climbs up onto the couch next to his big brother and cuddles
against his warm strong arm. Looking up into his face as his jaw muscles
crunch and pulverize the chips. Into his brown eyes reflecting a tiny
square of the movie. His dark brown shaggy hair roughly parted. The knot in
this throat goes up and down as he swallows his mouthful and drinks the
Koolaid. Kevin leans forward to put the empty cup on the table in the
vacant space between the soda cans and cups.
	Joe takes the opportunity to slip under his arm. His armpit hair
tickles the top of his shoulder. Chris puts his arm along the back of the
couch. Joe presses his chest against Chris's. The warmth and smoothness of
his body is comforting. He lays his head against his chest and listens to
the beat of his heart while he continues crunching his breakfast chips. He
traces the definition of his ribs with his soft little fingers. Sometimes
Chris gets tickled by this, but not today. He traces the ring of his belly
button and up to his chest. He feels little crumbs and picks the larger
ones off and eats them. The smaller crumbs he licks off his chest and
savors the flavor. Joe knows he has to be careful not to get his head in
Chris's way of the movie or else he might move and make Joe go away. He
sometimes says Joe is too clingy, like an octopus.
	Content with himself Joe smears the shinny trail of his saliva off
his brothers chest and lays his head back against his chest. The hard shape
of Chris's penis under his boxer shorts is clearly visible.  Protruding up
on the left side Joe reaches his little hand down and feels the hard shape
and the warmth from over the boxers. Chris pays no mind and continues
crunching his chips and watching the movie.
	Joe's little hand grabs the tip and rubs it around and down to the
base. He slips under the elastic band and feels the scratchy hairs. He
pulls his brothers cock up so that the tip peeks out. He slides his hand
over it. So hot, smooth and hard. He looks up into his brothers face as he
continues watching his movie and eating his chips.
	Nothing. No recognition. No attention. Joe knows how to get Chris's
attention. He slides down in between his legs and tugs at his boxers. Chris
sits up slightly to help him slide his boxers down and keeps eating his
breakfast. Joe rubs his face against his balls and inhales him. His mouth
starts watering in anticipation. He kisses each testicle and licks his cock
from the base to the tip. Keeping his eyes firmly on him he sucks him hard
just like he likes. His lipstick smears down the length of his cock. It has
taken practice to learn how to jerk him off while sucking but the practice
has paid off. The constant crunching has slowed. A far away look dulls the
shine in his eyes. His eye lids droop slightly. He swallows the hand full
of chips and licks his lips. Joe jacks him off while he sucks his
balls. Chris likes it like this and Joe is content to do it. He sucks the
left testicle into his mouth and rolls it around with his tongue. The smell
of his brothers cock fills his nose and entrances Joe. He pulls a curly
pube from his mouth and works the other testicle while stroking him. Chris
sets the chip bag down and leans his head back still watching his
movie. Still not looking at Joe. Well that does it. Joe wants to be
acknowledged and seen. He kisses the tip of his cock and runs down the hall
into the bathroom. Under the sink is the large tub of Vaseline.
	Joe grabs the hand towel and runs back into the living
room. Thankfully Chris didn't put his boxers back on. He's rubbing his cock
nonchalantly while watching the movie. His eyes flick to the tub of
Vaseline and back to his movie.
	The lid is smeared with slimy tan fingerprints. The outside of the
tub is coated with a layer of Vaseline indented with little brown finger
prints. It's slippery to hold on to as he pries it open with his finger
nails. He digs out a glob from within coating Chris's cock around the head
and down the length and back applying more to the head. Joe pulls his
panties down and puts a glob on his finger and slowly slides it all the way
inside himself. He wipes his hand on the towel and and straddles
Chris. Chris leans around Joe to keep his eyes on the movie. Reaching
around behind him Joe grabs his brothers cock and alines the tip with his
entrance.  He lowers himself but it keeps slipping off his tight little
butt hole. Some recognition. Chris pulls Joes cheeks apart and thrusts
himself up. The head slowly forces passes the resistance and firmly in. The
shock and sting make Joe tense and whimper slightly. But he knows he has to
relax just like Chris said. Joe is starting to get used to the pain from
the sudden intrusion. Keeping his eyes on Chris he slowly lowers himself
down. Chris's eyes roll back in his head and he pulls Joe down the rest of
the way as he thrusts up. Impaled on his brothers cock he can feel his hair
tickling his butt. It hurts at first but it slowly fades away and feels
good. Joe slowly rocks himself back and forth as his brother slowly thrusts
himself up and out.
	They make eye contact, finally. A huge swelling of pride fills Joe
and he smiles into his brothers eyes. Joe wraps his arms around him and
kisses his lips. Chris doesn't reciprocate the kiss. Joe doesn't mind too
much. He kisses him down his neck like he likes and holds him close as his
brother starts fucking him harder.
	Turn around.
	Joe stands and his brothers cock slides out and plops down against
his stomach. Joe turns around and reaches back and guides his cock back
inside. He slowly sits down. Chris watching as his cock dissapears into his
brothers ass. He puts his feet up on Chris's knees. Chris wraps his arms
around him tightly and thrusts his cock deep inside. It hurts when it goes
so deep. Joe grimaces at the pain but the feeling of being held so closely
feels great. He makes his little girly moans like Chris told him to. His
brothers strong arms wrapped tightly around him make Joe feel so safe and
comfortable. The pain has faded away and Joe closes his eyes and rubs his
ass back against his brothers cock. He rubs his bald little cock and makes
it hard as he bounces on top of Chris's thrusts. Chris holds him tighter as
he thrusts more determinedly. Joe loves being held like this. So secure and
wanted. He just wants to stay in this embrace but he knows that Chris is
about to cum in his butt. Chris says you have to be a grown up to cum. And
to have hair. Joe thinks that the hair is kind of gross but he likes it
when Chris cums.
	Chris pulls himself all the way out of his brothers ass and jerks
himself off while rubbing the tip of his cock on Joe's little bald
testicles. He shoots his warm cum on his brothers stomach and his little
hard cock and balls. Chris holds Joe tightly for a perfect peaceful
moment. Just the two of them no movie or family. Just being held in his
strong arms with the satisfaction of knowing how well he pleased his
brother. But the glow of the orgasm fades and Chris uses the towel to wipe
his hand off and tilts his head to the side and continues watching his
movie.
	Joe rubs the cum into his little cock and balls, rubs it all around
like lotion. He loves the feeling of his brothers warm cum. He loves the
cloudy milky color and the stickiness. He smears it all up to his stomach
and around to his ribs. Joe wishes his brother could shoot more at once
time. His little bald penis and testicles, stomach and ribs glisten. Happy
with himself he slips off his brothers lap and uses the towel to clean
Chris's cock and balls. He puts the towel back on the rail in the bathroom
with the smears of Vaseline on the inside, to hide them. He rips off some
toilet paper and wipes away the slippery residue on his hole and cheeks.
	Back on the sofa Chris sits naked on the plaid couch watching his
movie. Joe thinks that is a good sign. That means he can continue to play
with his penis. Joe puts the tip of his finger to the side of his mouth and
titters slightly looking at his brothers big penis, limp and curled over,
nestled in his dark patch of hair. Joe loves everything about it now. He
use to hate it. The smell, the taste, the painful feeling inside his
butt. But now can't get enough of it. The warmth and texture, everything he
use to hate he now loves.  He uses his foot to pick up his panties on the
floor and bring them to his hand. He slides them on and jumps on the couch
and is about to bury his face in his brothers crotch.
	Go put on one of Pris's dresses.
	Joe's immediate plans came to a screeching halt. But Joe likes it
when he plays dress up. It always leads to something good.
	Ok. Joe playfully hops off the couch and scurries down the hall
into her room and rummages through Mary's drawers. Chris likes to call her
Pris but that's not her real name. Don't know why he calls her that.
	All Mary's clothes are folded neatly in her drawers. Every article
folded meticulously the same in perfect stacks. Joe sloppily pours over
every perfect stack searching for dresses. He leaves every drawer open
after he thoroughly searched them. Must be in the closet. Mary's clothes
are hung in groups of color and style. Joe parts them at the yellows and
pulls a spaghetti strap summer dress and holds it up to him, checking the
length. He picks up the pleated skirt and gives a little pose. Cute.
	He drops the hanger onto the carpet and pulls it roughly down over
his body. Smooths it down over his figure and spins a little, twirling up
the dress. Joe thinks it would be fun to dress like a girl more often. He
thinks it would be fun to be one and wear all this cute stuff.
	Back in the living room Chris lays on the couch and has his lower
half under the blanket. But Joe sees the crumpled pile of his boxer shorts
still laying on the floor. Joe picks up the edge of the dress and lightly
twirls back and forth, nervous Chris won't like his choice.
	Do you like it?
	Joe feels a tingle over his body as Chris flicks his eyes over to
Joe taking in the smeared red lipstick, the dress and the tube socks. Yeah.
	Relief washes over him and asks if he can cuddle next to him.
	No.
	Rejection slams its door hard on Joe's face. Through the shock and
the daze he can feel his eyes starting to tear up. Chris throws back the
corner of the blanket revealing his soft limp dick, But you can suck my
cock some more.
	Another huge wave of relief washes over him. He drops happily to
his knees and starts licking his cock.
	Stick your ass out and lift up your dress. Joe knew that something
good always comes from dressing up like a girl. Joe complies happily. He
pulls the edge of the dress up over the wedgie of his faded pink
panties. Chris pulls the wedgie up and deeper inside his cheeks. Joe gasps
a little.
	Scoot this way some. Chris pulls Joes ass along side the plaid
couch. Joe pushes his ass back for their mutual enjoyment. He lays his
chest on Chris's lap and holds his cock in both hands and slowly sucks his
brothers limp and fresh from his ass cock. Joe doesn't care. The way
Chris's cock feels in his mouth is perfect. He could suck on it all day or
until his jaw hurt too much. Either way he is happy to suck his big
brothers cock.
	Chris rubs Joe's pale ass. The feel of Chris's strong hands
affectionately caressing his ass is wonderful. Joe is basking in this
attention. He sticks his little butt further back encouragingly. You really
have a nice ass. Joe pulls his mouth off his brothers soft cock long enough
to thank him. Chris slips his fingers under the panties and probe at his
dilated anus. Joe wiggles his butt tantalizingly. Chris pushes his first
and second fingers firmly into his ass. Joe moans in the girly way Chris
likes as they slide smoothly inside his tight warm ass still coated inside
with Vaseline.
	You like this, Chris states.
	 I like it when you fuck my ass. Joe knows what Chris likes to
hear. And he swells with the satisfaction of knowing the right things to
say as the cock in his hands immediately swells. A beautiful thing, in his
hands, rising in desire for Joe. Not ignored as he immediately sucks hard
and hungrily. He feels wanted as Chris pushes in his fingers and twists
them in and out. Needed as Chris thrusts his cock up into his mouth.
	The front door slams open and the Mommy stumbles in drunkenly with
a cigarette held tightly in her lips and a silver beer can in her hand. She
falls and braces herself with her free hand. Her purse falls off her
shoulder and spills onto the carpeted entryway. Chris jumps in fright and
quickly flips the blanket down over his cock and his brother, removing his
fingers from his ass. Slowly and deliberately she lowers herself
sitting. Joe sits and peeks out from under the blanket disappointed that
she ruined such a good moment. The Mommy plucks the cig from her lips and
slurs loudly out the door, You sunna bitch! You go back ta her an let her
suck yur limp prick! Faggot!
	 An angry male voice shouts, Bitch! A horn blares loudly as the
engine revs and the vehicle roars away still blaring the horn. Mary walks
quickly around the Mommy, arms tightly crossed over her chest, red faced
and tear streaked. She runs into her room and slams the door. The Mommy
manages to crawl to the door and wave her middle finger around. She sits
heavily with her back against the door frame and takes a break from all
that exhausting dysfunction. In the distance the angry horn still
blares. She exhales a cloud of smoke and finishes off what was left of her
beer. Catching her breath she squints trying to keep her head from wobbling
long enough to recognize who's on the couch.
	Chris! She puts her cig back between her tight lips and waves her
arm about trying to get up. Come elp me up. Chris sighs and pulls his
boxers quickly on and grabs her hand and tries to pull her up. She gets
mostly up and falls back down giggling and taking Chris with her. She hits
solidly back against the door frame laughing. Chris stumbles over her legs
and manages to keep his balance by straddling her. The Mommy giggles and
looks up at him, You're such a sweet heart. She pulls the cig from her lips
and wraps her arms around his waist hugging him. She puts the side of her
face squarely against his hard on and squeezes. You're such a good boy. She
inhales deeply as Chris awkwardly pats her head. The Mommy holds her self
there as the room spins. Chris thinks she feel asleep.
	He shakes her shoulder, Mom!
	In her drunken muffled and sleepy voice she asks him to not shake
her again or she'll be sick. Chris looks at Joe by the couch still peeking
out from behind the blanket. Come help me. Joe and Chris manage to pull her
up on to her feet and help her walk unsteadily to her bedroom. She mumbles
drunkenly and they dump her onto her bed.
	They know the routine. Joe takes her cig and plucks it between his
tight lips as they both wrestle the Mommy out of her shoes. Don't you
... smoking...Alex?...Chris!
	Chris exhales a small cloud of smoke, Ok Mom.
	She fumbles with the buttons on her waitress shirt that she keeps
buttoned low to her cleavage. Get this fushing shirt...She pulls weakly
trying to break the buttons. She pulls and pops her top two buttons
off. Exhausted by the effort she gives up. Lays her head down on the
blanket as the spinning room finally overwhelms her consciousness and she
fades away.
	Having gotten her shoes off Chris finishes the last of the Mommy
cig and shoves it into the heaping pile in the ashtray. Joe grabs the
nearest leg and starts trying to reposition her on the bed. He pulls her
but shes heavy. Chris?
	Look. You can see her tit. Enough of the buttons popped to allow
Chris a full view into her shirt. Chris leans in slowly under the bright
light from the ceiling fan. Quietly and slow as if she would suddenly
awaken from her stupor and grab his wrist. He slips a button and looks in
her face for a reaction. No response. He slips another button and another
and... Chris?
	Chris's body twitches and he sighs relieved and annoyed. Joe still
has a hold of her leg watching. Is she going to wake up and be mad?
	She wanted her shirt off.  Joe nods at the sound reasoning and
watches as Chris pulls the shirt apart and reveals the Mommy's
breasts. Large and pale white. Still mostly firm and shapely for having had
3 kids. Small pink nipples and a little mole on the side of her left
breast.
	Joe watches his brothers reaction. Chris stares at his mothers
breasts and slightly points his jaw out and lifts his head up just a
smidgen. Joe knows that look. It is rare the Joe gets any looks at all from
him. But that one he knows. The kind of look Joe gets when he's on his
knees looking up into his eyes sucking his cock and trying to deepthroat
him. Joe immediately gets jealous and disappointed. He lets the Mommy's leg
fall onto the bed. He wishes he had tits.
	I bet she would want her pants off too.
	Sullenly, Joe pouts, No.
	Come on. Chris unbuttons her pants delicately. Slowly and timidly
he pulls the zipper. Her pale flesh and black pubic hair open before them.
	She wasn't wearing underwear! Chris's eyes blaze with
excitement. She must really be a slut. He takes one side of the waist band
and pulls.
	Come on Joe, help. Together they get her pants down over her
knees. Chris stares up at the Mommy's exposed body as Joe tugs her pants
down and off her feet. He watches as Chris drinks in the sight her
body. His chest rises and falls with heavy fast breaths of arousal. Joe
knows that breathing too. That's the breathing he gets when he's about to
get bent over and fucked, hard. His jealousy deepens watching this reaction
happen in him for her. Joe wishes he had a body like hers, only better and
younger and not hers really at all because Joe thinks she's gross.
	Chris pulls his cock out from the gap in his boxer shorts and
strokes it. His eyes are wide as he gorges on the sight of her body. His
eyes search for any hint of waking on her unconscious face. The pale flesh
of her neck to her breasts along the protrusions of her rib cage around her
navel and over the field of her pubic hair. He strokes his hard cock and
reaches between her legs and feels her between the hairy flaps of her
pussy. Curiously over her sleeping clitoris and probing his middle finger
inside her. The Mommy moans slightly and turns a touch.
	Chris momentarily frightened continues. Probing his finger a little
deeper inside the soft depth of his Mother. Jealous, Joe walks timidly up
behind Chris and softly trails his fingers down his back hoping he doesn't
yell at him and tell him to stop. He delicately slides his fingertips down
over his shoulder and around his waist, down onto his hand and around his
brothers hard cock. He mimics the pacing and the stroking and Chris lets go
of himself. Joe holds him delicately and gives his neck the little kisses
that he likes.
	Chris opens the Mommy's legs apart further and watches as he pushes
two fingers inside. Hard to compete for attention. Maybe if Joe had a hairy
puss...yuck. Joe shudders to think. But Chris seems to like it. Joe slides
around in front of him and looks him in the face, reversing his grips on
Chris's cock but keeping up the pacing and length of stroke without
breaking stride. Joe looks at the excitement blazing in his eyes of a new
experience. His mouth slightly open in a little o. Joe squats and his
pleated yellow dress fans out. He pulls Chris's boxers down making his hard
cock point down. Joe wrestles it out of the hole in front of his boxers and
it springs back with a thump against his waist. Not wasting any time Joe
wraps his pretty red lips around it. Chris moans at the sensation and the
Mommy sleepily moans as he shoves three fingers inside her.
	Oh Man. She's starting to get juicy. Chris seems
excited. Determined not to lose Joe uses both hands to work the shaft and
balls whilst he increases sucking pressure.
	Chris moans, Oh yeah. You like that don't you slut. He shoves four
fingers forcefully inside her and the Mommy moans sleepily. Chris starts
fucking her with his four fingers and the Mommy moans more. She lifts her
leg up onto the bed but it slides off. Chris pulls his cock out of his Joes
mouth and walks around her leg and in between them. Joe sighs in defeat. He
sits on the bed and crosses his legs at the knee watching as Chris rubs the
head of his cock against the Mommy's gross hairy pussy. Chris looks up at
the sleepy and moaning Mommy as if he can't believe this is really
happening. He looks down as he positions himself and slowly thrusts his
length into her. The Mommy moans and rolls her head around.
	It's so soft and juicy. Chris leans over her and grabs her breasts
in both hands. The Mommy moans some more as Chris pinches her nipples. Joe
sees that mean smile creep across his face. The smile that says he knows it
hurts and he likes that. This is usually when Chris would spank Joe whilst
fucking him really hard till he was whimpering and sobbing.
	Like that slut? Chris thrusts his cock hard inside the Mommy. Joe
watches the smirking mean smile and bright eyes remembering the pain of
being fucked hard like that. But if Chris likes it Joe lets him. He looks
at the Mommy's sleeping face. She looks as if she's really enjoying her
dream. Joe wonders what she might be dreaming about as her oldest son rapes
her in front of her youngest. The Mommy just moans. Chris fucks her roughly
then announces he's coming and shoves his hips forward fiercely as he
wastes all the tasty cum inside the Mommy. Bitch. Doesn't even know how
good she just got it. Joe jealously observes as Chris pulls his wet cock
out of her and looks at the cum drip out and soaking into the top
blanket. Chris catches his breath while calling her a slut, whore and a
bitch. Chris pulls up his boxers and goes back to the plaid couch and
continues watching the movie.
	Joe looks at the unconscious Mommy. Lying in her unbuttoned
shirt. Her breasts lightly fall and raise with her shallow breaths. Pants
and panties hanging off her socked foot. Legs open in a V, knees bent and
hanging off the bed, pussy dripping with cum. How many nights has she
passed out just like this. Maybe Chris was right. Maybe she is a slut whore
bitch.