Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 14:25:50 -0500 From: a a Subject: Chris's Little Brother Ch 2 (transgender-young friends) Comments, critiques, suggestions, questions or other, email: anothernifty@hotmail.com Chris's Little Brother 2. The Mall Joe remembers seeing Mary red faced and crying. Curious he walks by Chris content with himself as sits on the plaid couch. Arms stretched out along the top of the cushions, legs spread open widely, slightly grinning as he watches some movie. Joe resists the impulse to squeeze under those arms and hold him. Press his flesh against his, solid, warm and smooth... Joe forces himself down the hall. He can hear her light sobs through the door. Her muffled sadness instantly softens him. He taps lightly with his soft little finger and twists the handle. Unlocked. He opens it slightly and peers in. Mary is sniffling as she refolds the clothes from the dresser. Her bed is a heap of clothes from dumping out all the drawers. She stacks each article perfectly into position after precisely and passionately refolding her purple underwear. Joe walks quietly and gently in. The smell of her perfume is strong, familiar and pleasant. Joe really likes that smell. Somehow it smells soft and sweet. Mary...? She looks up angrily as she recognizes the dress he's wearing. Did you go through my drawers too? Demurely he stands, one hand behind his back holding the elbow of his other, shoulders slumped, one foot kinda shoved behind the toe of the other, chin down. He doesn't want to upset her with the truth but he knows he has to. He nods and looks for her reaction. Slightly softening her tense face muscles. Relief? Good. I thought she had her slimy disgusting hands on my clothes. She sniffles the thick mucus back higher into her nasal cavity and flips a stray hair out of her face as she creases a perfect right angle fold into a cute pair of kitty panties. Those are cute. Thanks. Already she looks less tense. The red in her face is slowly softening to her normal pink. Her folding actions are less aggressive. Joe pulls a tissue from the box on her small desk. Here. She finishes folding her kitty panties into a purrfect square and takes the tissue. She sits heavily on her bed and blows her nose. Joe sits next to her and holds her soft clammy hand in his. She fidgets with the wet waded tissue. The silence between them stretches out. I'm sorry I messed up your clothes. I thought you would've known I hang up my dresses. I didn't know what I wanted till I saw it. Mary looks him over in his, no her dress. Thick red lipstick and white tubes socks. Dark rings around his green eyes from the Mommy's eye shadow. Shaggy outgrown hair. She admits he looks good in it but his make up needs work. And no socks are better then those socks. She smiles and lets a chuckle out. Joe smiles and raises his legs so they can better see the old tube socks bunched up around his ankles. Mary holds her nose and grimaces as she catches a whiff of the odor. Ahh, God those stink. Joe drops his feet back down and apologizes. Don't you know how to use the washing machine? No. Silence again. Time quietly stretching out as they sit holding hands. I'll show you. You can have it back. What? This dress. No. You can wear it longer if you want. Thanks. Curiosity gets the better of him, Who was that outside. She gets up off the bed and continues folding her clothes. My Dad. Is that why you're sad? No. She folds her ankle length socks into a perfect square. Kind of. She won't let me live with him. Says I can't. Says the papers won't let him. I'm not even suppose to be alone with him...I hate her. I hope she OD's. Joe watches her as she carefully places her socks into the drawer. Why can't you be alone with your Dad? Mary says it doesn't matter. That its stupid. But Joe can see the look in her face. Like she has a secret that makes her happy. If she doesn't want to tell him Joe is ok with not knowing. Why do you like to wear dresses? Joes mind flashes back to the moment on the couch with Chris right before the Mommy burst in and ruined it. He glows with the memory. I just like them. Mary can see that there is more then his answer illustrates. You just like them? Memories of ridding Chris's cock in a few other of her pretty dresses flash by. Happiness and contentment swell inside him. But Chris always said to not tell anyone. Anyone. He underlined it threateningly with his big strong fists. Not that he needed to. Joe wouldn't have told anyone anyways. And still won't. Yep, he says with a big smile and a shrug. I bet it's a sex thing. Mary whips the wrinkles out of her shirt and starts working it into a perfect rectangle. Do you masturbate in my dresses? No. I bet you do. I bet you are even wearing panties. Joe's feels his face flush with embarrassment. Mary reads the look and laughs. Really? She laughs some more as she she finishes her perfect rectangle shirt. I have all ten pairs of mine. Where...Did you get them from my old clothes out in the shed? His cheeks burn and his throat feels thick. He nods. Let me see which ones. Mary lifts up the edge of the yellow pleated dress and Joe pushes her hands down. He wines for her to stop, playfully. Mary bats his hand away, You know you want me to see, pervert. Joe pulls his hands away. His heart beats hard and quickly in his chest. His face burns and flushes. She raises the skirt, I remember those! I wore those when I when I was like 9. I wore them the most cause they were so pretty. Hard to believe they would fit you, actually. She pulls at the stretched out elastic band by his inner leg. Her finger lightly glides over his smooth thigh and he jumps a little, tickled. How are these not cutting off your circulation? Joe shrugs. Mary sees the little bulge of his penis barely pushing out the front of her old panties.. Is this your little penis? She playfully rubs the small lump over the panties. Joe giggles. It's so small. Joe bites his lower lip watching as she focuses on his little penis. Can I see it? Joe nods. She pulls the top band down over his bald little boy cock and balls. It's so tiny. Like a lot smaller then you should be. Mary holds his little testicle between her fingertips gently rolling it around, messaging it. You should probably see the nurse tomorrow at school. I think you should be bigger. Joes little penis hardens and expands to his full length no bigger then Mary's little finger. It's just so cute. Phew, you smell like semen. You obviously masturbate in my clothes. She rises from the bed and continues to fold her clothes. I don't. Whatever. You need to take a shower and wash those old panties, or just throw them away they're too small for you and me. I like wearing them. They're cute. Joe stands and pulls the panties back into their comfortable position. Mary picks off an invisible piece of lint from her perfectly rectangular shirt and places it on the stack, she flicks the lent into her empty trash can. They do look good on you. You do make a pretty girl. Emily gives Joe a once over appraising his attributes. How about we go to the mall and look at some clothes and get a make over. I already have enough clothes. Girl clothes that are your size. Joe's eyes light up. He glances over at his sisters closet and imagines what it would be like to have all her clothes. A closet full of cute clothes. Yes, please. Sounds fun. Good. I'll finish up here while you go take a shower. But, what about the money? I'm sure she has some we can take. Ok. Joe peels the thin bar of soap from the indented plastic area in the shower. The water hisses down with minimal water pressure. Joe rubs the bar against his legs working a lather. Over his pale and slender calves and up his smooth thighs. He rubs the bar under his little testicles and over his small penis shyly receded from the water temperature. He pushes the bar of soap between his cheeks and along his ass crack. The bar of soap slips from his grip and slides down the dirty beige plastic tub and circles around by the drain. Bending over he the water hits his back and drips down his face and off his nose. He picks up the soap and continues his shower. He rubs the bar of soap over his chest and hard little nipples. They feel like little electric shocks shooting through his body as he washes them. Under his soft bare armpits and down his thin arms. The soap suds build in the slowly rising water at his feet. He picks up the empty shampoo bottle and shakes it. He fills it with water and swishes it around and pours the soapy liquid onto his hair and places it back on the plastic indention of a shelf. Clean. He steps out onto onto a red crusty bathmat and rummages through the pile of old dirty towels heaped by the toilet. The brown and white floral pattern pulls free easily from the heap. He dries himself and slides his panties back up his clean slender legs and pulls the dress back on. He looks down the hall into the living room and notices Chris isn't sitting on his couch. Curious, Joe slips down the hall. The Mommy's room is on the opposite end and through the open door Joe sees Chris's naked ass flexing between the Mommy's splayed legs. He can hear the flat impact of his hips thrusting as he fucks the Mommy, again. Jealousy and rejection slowly burn inside him as he watches his brothers sexy ass. He wants to go join them again but he had made plans with Mary. He turns reluctantly away when he hears Chris tell his unconscious mother that he's going to cum. He says, Yeah. Take it whore. Mmmm. He closes the door behind him and Mary's clean perfect room is like an oasis. The smell is sweeter. The sunlight streaming through her window seems brighter and warmer. She puts the last article back into her dresser. She notices his lack of make up, washed away. You look much better. Thanks. Did you remember to wash behind your ears. She grabs his little ears and rubs them. Joe playfully pushes her hands away. Stop that. You always use to do that. Mary smiles and Joe can see the sadness still lingers in her eyes but for the moment at least she can smile. Are you wearing those old nasty panties? Joe doesn't want to answer yes and be made to hand them over but he can't help but nod. You should take those off and give them to me. Mary holds her hand out waiting for the wad of stinky warm panties. But I want to keep them. I'll give them back. I just want to wash them. Joe slides the little girl panties down his legs and steps out of them reluctantly. He hands them to her and she puts them in her dirty clothes hamper inside her closet and closes the doors. Get your shoes and I'll get the money. Kay. In the bedroom he rummages through the piles of clothes and junk on their floor. He finds his shoes kicked under his bed. He remembers how Chris taught him how to tie his shoes. The bunny ears, running around the tree and into the hole. Presto! Joe walks into the living room and notices that Chris isn't watching the movie. He looks jealously at the Mommy's closed door. Imagining that Chris was fiercely fucking him instead of her. Bitch. Joe watches as Mary rummages through the contents of the Mommy's spilled purse. The open wallet is empty sitting among the empty cigarette packs and individually wrapped tampons. Mary opens the small container by the make up compact and pulls out a bunch of small baggies with white powder and others with just little pieces of gravel. Seems odd to Joe that the Mommy would carry those around with her. Mary shoves the baggies back into the container and looks into the Mommy's empty purse and feels around inside. She unzips a small pocket and pulls out a thinly folded bill. Mary looks satisfied and stuffs it in her pocket. She turns to Joe, Ready? Wishing that he was cuddling on the couch with Chris with the taste of his cum in his mouth. The slimy feel of Vaseline between his cheeks while he drips the cum from inside him. Joe shrugs resignedly, Ok. Behind their green and white trailer, in the over grown weeds and grass they take their old rusty bikes. Joe has Mary's old bike from when she was younger. It's smaller with multicolored streamers off the handle bars and a little white basket in front. Mary takes Chris's bike, which he never rides. Together they ride down the dirt road. The sweet smell of fragrant grasses and wild flowers fill the hot and humid summer air. They ride to the paved road and follow it down into town. The heat and the exertion have them both sweating when they arrive at the mall. Inside the air conditioning hits them like a orgasm. Oh Gawd this feels so good. They stand in the entrance fanning themselves and soaking in the cool air. Mary suggests getting a cool drink at the place in the food court. They sit at the tables and share a large paper cup of ice water. Joe watches the other people. Some families sitting together. The Dad and Mom and siblings laughing and eating. Some groups sitting and talking. Couples on dates or just friends being together. They all are happy looking. Joe wonders what it would be like to have been apart of their families or be the friend at the table. Joe feels lonely. All around him are images of relationships he doesn't have. Mary offers him the mostly empty cup of water and asks him if he's ok. She says he looks sad. Joe says he's fine with a smile and sucks up the last of the water. Mary says perhaps some girl time will cheer him up. And the idea does bring a smile to his face. Mary grabs his hand, Come on. She leads him down the mall towards the cosmetic stall. Her hand is cool and clammy in his soft little hand. Joe enjoys the simple gesture of affection. Mary is hardly ever home but she is always so very sweet, like a good big sister. Even though he doesn't have the life that those happy people had in the food court at least he has her, and this moment. He wraps his other arm around her slender arm and pushes his face against her shoulder in an awkward walking hug. She smiles at him, patting his hand. He smiles brightly back at her, Thank you for this. You're welcome honey. The Asian woman at the cosmetic stall watches them approach with a hungry look. You want make up? I make you up. I do you both, good price. Just her please. Mary gestures to Joe and Joe feels slightly frightened. He doesn't want to let go of Mary and be alone and vulnerable. Joe just stands there holding Mary's hand. The Asian woman laughs to Mary, She shy. Mary coxes Joe into the chair and holds his hand as the Asian woman talks in her broken English to fill the silence of the situation. Joe feels vulnerable and helpless in the chair and squeezes Mary's hand when she brings out the sharp looking eyeliner. The whole process is pretty painless. Joe looks in the mirror and is amazed. She used so much less then he does. Subtle. Just a touch of dark eye shadow around the eyes was all that was needed with the eye liner and mascara. Mary didn't let her use any of concealer or rouge just lipstick, a very soft pink to contrast the dark eye make up. Joes emotions swell and he smiles so happily. Beauty. His face has beauty. And this scary Asian woman was able to bring the beauty to the surface and highlight it. Thank you so much! You very pretty girl. Joe looks back into the mirror and sees a pretty girl. Mary buys the products that she used on Joe and takes the little plastic bag. Thank you. Together they walk through the mall, hand in hand. Joe feels attractive and shy. He notices all the guys and girls looking at him as they pass. Some of their eyes are bright like they see something they like and others hard like they're angry at him. Joe is not used to all the passive attention. Mary compliments him and says he looks so pretty. They walk through the large opening of the clothing store. All the clothes are hung on circular racks and all the customers walk in circles sorting through each one. Joe imagines that it's like a ballroom dance. One woman holds a sleeve of a soft looking brown sweater, steps back and poses as she reads the price tag. Then she lets it fall gracefully as she walks lightly around the rack and repeats the process with the next and so on. Mary stops in front of a wall full of plastic wrapped packages of underwear. All the packages look the same except for the colors of the panties inside them. Joe asks Mary if there are any thongs? I don't think they make thongs for kids. Mary grabs a package and says, These are close. They're cut high to show cheek and a low waist band. Kind of sexy. Surprised they make these for your size. Go try them on. Really? Yeah. Mary leads him to the dressing room and explains that they need to make sure these are the right size. The girl smiles understandingly and cuts the top off the plastic bag for them. Mary says she be right outside. Alone in the dressing room Joe looks at himself in the full length mirror. His yellow spaghetti strap summer dress and his fresh make up, shaggy blond hair. He lifts up his dress over his pale slender thighs and above his little bald penis. It hangs there defiantly. He covers it with three fingers and imagines himself without it in the mirror. He sighs and turns around lifting the dress over his butt. How he wishes Chris's hard cock was pounding away inside him right now. He would love the way I look. Joe spreads his cheeks apart and clinches his little hole closed, open, closed. Mary knocks lightly on his door and asks if they fit, startling him. Just a sec. He opens the crinkly package and pulls the first pair. He likes the color, dark purple with a light blue strip along the top forming into a little bow at the front. How cute. He slides them up his legs feeling the soft material glide along his pale skin and up over his little penis and snugly around his waist. It appears they fit. He turns around and likes how they look like his old panties at home. The back shows off the lower half of his butt just like Chris likes. Do they fit? Yes. Here. Mary hands another package over the top of the door. Try these on. Joe looks at the package in his hand, bras. Joe takes the first from the package, white with little blue squares and a blue ribbon in the center. This one isn't open in the back like one of the Mommy's large bras lying on her floor. He slides the thin yellow straps off his slender shoulders and the yellow dress falls to the floor around his ankles. He puts his arms through the bra and pulls it over his head, down over his chest. The reflection in the mirror mocks him with her beauty and girl underwear. But it's a lie. Joe's little penis is so small that the bulge barely shows through the cute panties, but it's there. Do they fit? The handle shakes impatiently. Let me in. Joe covers his breasts with his arm and opens the door a touch. Mary slips in quickly and observes him. Move your arm so I can see. Joe drops his arm shyly and stands with his chin down and his knee bent slightly looking up into Mary's appraising eyes. His panties come just to the start of his waist and fit snug against his thin protruding hips. She feels the tension along the waistband. Satisfied she pulls a short denim skirt from under her arm. I think these might fit you. Joe likes the way that the skirt looks; pleated and flared at the ends, girly and cute. Oh those are cute! Joe forgets his modesty and can't wait to see what those will look like on him. He steps quickly out of Mary's dress and pulls them up. Giddy at the cuteness, These are so cute. The ruffled ends stop at his mid thigh. He turns around and lifts the back up showing his cheeky cute panties. Imagining wearing these while Chris fucks his ass up against a wall like last time. Chris would slide his panties aside and slip his hard hot cock between his cheeks and passed his tight hole and deep inside him. Joe always has to brace himself with his hands against the wall and push his ass back against him to keep from being smashed up against it. Chris would grab his hips and pound roughly which always makes that hot slapping sound and makes his balls slap up against his own tiny ones. Joe wishes it was happening right here in this bright fluorescent changing room. Smashed up against the flimsy wall while watching Chris watch himself fucking him. His muscles lightly showing under his taunt stomach. His thighs flexing as he pushes his hard cock fully inside. He would make the girly moans Chris likes every time he felt the deep tingle of his brothers cock completely inside him. The sense of being fully connected to him. Finally basking in his fickle attentions and affections. You like? His cheeks are slightly blushed with arousal, Yes. Look how aroused you are from looking at yourself. Joe smiles openly at her. Mary's humorous glimmer in her eyes as she studies his face. Joe can't help the warm flush on his face and glow in him. He drops the skirt back over his cute panties. I also got this. Mary holds up a sleeveless cream button up shirt, To go with it. Joe likes the style and color. Girl clothes are so much better then boys. So cute. He buttons it up over his bra and the bottom of the shirt comes up above his belly button. His pale flat stomach and protruding hips show girlishly. The shirt is the same color and complexion as his skin. Joe's heart melts at the complete cuteness of his reflection. He sequels and hugs Mary. He says he loves it. He says he never thought he could look so cute. You make a cute girl. She smooths some of his hair behind his ear affectionately. He feels a glow of gratitude, love and affection for her. Her soft fingers brush lightly against his ear and cheek. So rare to get attentions without having to work so hard for them, without having to get fucked to be noticed. So this is what it feels like to be cared for? To be loved? To be considered. He clasps his heads together at his chest and watches her lips as he leans in and kisses her, making him look cross eyed to her. Lips puckered against her soft lips. Mary quickly overcomes her stun and puckers her lips back against his. Happiness radiates out of him like a bright light bulb before it bursts. She returned his kiss. Chris never does that. He lets the firm kiss linger a moment. Curious if she would open her mouth like those girls in movies, but she doesn't. Joe breaks the kiss and looks into her green eyes, Thanks for all this. Mary smiles softly and tells him that he's welcome. Joe looks at his reflection again. Mary says I also got these. She pulls a two piece swimming suit out from under her arm. Joe laughs, What else have you got under there? This is it. She holds the the red bikini top up and matching bottom. I got the one with the ruffles that hang down so you don't have to worry about anyone seeing that cute little bulge of yours. The warm feeling of being considered rekindles. Joe is glad for it because he would be worried. Want to go swimming?