Endearment
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DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a work of fiction. Any similarities between people living or dead is purely coincidental. No a****ls were harmed in the writing of this story.
When I was a young c***d, I was teased a lot. I was a boy, but I looked more like a girl, and even acted quite feminine. The older girls would use me as a dress-up doll, and the older boys would beat me. My b****r, though, would often come to my rescue, even if it meant that he took a worse beating than I did. I loved my b****r very much.
While we were young, my b****r and I would often share a bath or bed, innocently, of course. As we got older, this ceased, and eventually my b****r began dating. This stirred in me feelings that I later came to know as jealousy. I did not want these girls taking my b****r from me, so I decided to do something about it.
I still had some of those clothes that those girls dressed me in years ago buried deep in my closet (I had kind of liked the way that they made me feel, plus, I did look good in them), so I made myself up as cute as I could, and, while my b****r slept, I crawled into his bed next to him and fell asleep practically in his arms. He woke up slowly that morning. “Good morning.”, I said, “Wha-what??, W-why are you?...”, he stammered, “Sshh.”, said I. I felt something hard against my thighs (my b****r sleeps in the nude, by the way), and questioned what it was as I reached under the sheets to find out for myself. My fingers wrapped around it, and b****r gasped and moved backward. I giggled and grabbed onto to his erect penis with both hands. All of the sudden, some kind of fluid poured out. I thought he had peed, but this was thick and sticky, and when I looked at what was all over my hands, it was white and creamy. My b****r's face became bright red. I put a few of my fingers into my mouth to taste this 'cream'. It tasted good, so I licked my hands clean. My b****r could not take his eyes off of me at this point. I wanted more, so I removed the sheets, and began licking his cock clean. He became hard again quite quickly. I guess he could not take any more, because he suddenly shoved his cock into my mouth and began thrusting. I did the best that I could to choke it down as he thrust into my throat. Then he came again, hot, thick, salty cream poured into my mouth, down my throat, and out, over my chin. I choked a bit, but managed to swallow most of it. My b****r began to apologize, but I shook my head, crawled up, hugged him tight, and whispered into his ear; “I'm so happy, I love you.” “But...but, we're b****rs...”, he said, to which I replied, “I love you, I always have, I know that you love me, and that is all that matters. I will not lose you to anyone, I'm your girlfriend now, I want to be your wife.” “Well then, he said, I'll have to make you a proper girl.”, he said. I looked at him curiously. “Come to my room tonight before I go to sleep.” he replied.
That night, I snuk into his room, dressed as cutely, and scantily, as I could, while he showered. He came in and smiled when he saw me waiting for him. I asked how he could make me a girl, and he told me to take off my panties and lie on the bed. I did so, he ran his tongue over my anus, then licked his finger and inserted it, asking how my boi-p**y felt. I said it felt wonderful, and that my penis was all tingly, too. He started playing with my nipples and my body shivered. He told me that this was proof that I was becoming a girl. Then he put a second finger into my boi-p**y and my back arched, and I came, my little cock shooting hot cream onto my chest. My b****r chuckled, gathered some of that cream on his fingers, and placed those fingers to my lips. I greedily lapped them clean. I told him then that I wanted him to have sex with me like I was a girl. He took off his towel and told me to make 'it' wet with my mouth. I obliged. When it was all wet, he had me lie back, and started kissing me from my neck down, spending some time on my nipples, as I moaned softly. Then he lifted my butt, and slowly put his dick into my boi-p**y. It was a bit painful at first, but after it was fully inserted, my boi-p**y felt great. My b****r asked if he could start moving, I nodded yes. As soon as he started thrusting, I felt as if I would lose my mind. When he started playing with my nipples at the same time, I completely gave myself over to the pleasure. I heard him tell me that he was about to come, then I heard myself saying “Make me your woman, make me pregnant!”. Then I felt his hot come flow deep into my stomach. I came all over myself and cried out with pleasure like the girl that I now was.
We fell into each other, and kissed, sloppily. I thanked him for making me a girl, and told him again that I loved him.
After that night, we 'got together' as often as possible. He bought me new cute and/or sexy outfits occasionally, which I hid deep in my closet, and I took all of the creamy come that he could give; in every position that we could think up. Anywhere that we could be alone together, 'undisturbed', we had sex. Bathrooms, the woods, his room, my room, the equipment closet at school… Then, after our parents unfortunate death (during a tragic multi-vehicle auto accident), we inherited the house and were able to stay together, as b****r was old enough to satisfy any legalities. I started dressing like a girl all the time, even started taking hormones. B****r and I shared the same bed, and kept each other quite satiated.
When I was a young c***d, I was teased a lot. I was a boy, but I looked more like a girl, and even acted quite feminine. The older girls would use me as a dress-up doll, and the older boys would beat me. My b****r, though, would often come to my rescue, even if it meant that he took a worse beating than I did. I loved my b****r very much.
While we were young, my b****r and I would often share a bath or bed, innocently, of course. As we got older, this ceased, and eventually my b****r began dating. This stirred in me feelings that I later came to know as jealousy. I did not want these girls taking my b****r from me, so I decided to do something about it.
I still had some of those clothes that those girls dressed me in years ago buried deep in my closet (I had kind of liked the way that they made me feel, plus, I did look good in them), so I made myself up as cute as I could, and, while my b****r slept, I crawled into his bed next to him and fell asleep practically in his arms. He woke up slowly that morning. “Good morning.”, I said, “Wha-what??, W-why are you?...”, he stammered, “Sshh.”, said I. I felt something hard against my thighs (my b****r sleeps in the nude, by the way), and questioned what it was as I reached under the sheets to find out for myself. My fingers wrapped around it, and b****r gasped and moved backward. I giggled and grabbed onto to his erect penis with both hands. All of the sudden, some kind of fluid poured out. I thought he had peed, but this was thick and sticky, and when I looked at what was all over my hands, it was white and creamy. My b****r's face became bright red. I put a few of my fingers into my mouth to taste this 'cream'. It tasted good, so I licked my hands clean. My b****r could not take his eyes off of me at this point. I wanted more, so I removed the sheets, and began licking his cock clean. He became hard again quite quickly. I guess he could not take any more, because he suddenly shoved his cock into my mouth and began thrusting. I did the best that I could to choke it down as he thrust into my throat. Then he came again, hot, thick, salty cream poured into my mouth, down my throat, and out, over my chin. I choked a bit, but managed to swallow most of it. My b****r began to apologize, but I shook my head, crawled up, hugged him tight, and whispered into his ear; “I'm so happy, I love you.” “But...but, we're b****rs...”, he said, to which I replied, “I love you, I always have, I know that you love me, and that is all that matters. I will not lose you to anyone, I'm your girlfriend now, I want to be your wife.” “Well then, he said, I'll have to make you a proper girl.”, he said. I looked at him curiously. “Come to my room tonight before I go to sleep.” he replied.
That night, I snuk into his room, dressed as cutely, and scantily, as I could, while he showered. He came in and smiled when he saw me waiting for him. I asked how he could make me a girl, and he told me to take off my panties and lie on the bed. I did so, he ran his tongue over my anus, then licked his finger and inserted it, asking how my boi-p**y felt. I said it felt wonderful, and that my penis was all tingly, too. He started playing with my nipples and my body shivered. He told me that this was proof that I was becoming a girl. Then he put a second finger into my boi-p**y and my back arched, and I came, my little cock shooting hot cream onto my chest. My b****r chuckled, gathered some of that cream on his fingers, and placed those fingers to my lips. I greedily lapped them clean. I told him then that I wanted him to have sex with me like I was a girl. He took off his towel and told me to make 'it' wet with my mouth. I obliged. When it was all wet, he had me lie back, and started kissing me from my neck down, spending some time on my nipples, as I moaned softly. Then he lifted my butt, and slowly put his dick into my boi-p**y. It was a bit painful at first, but after it was fully inserted, my boi-p**y felt great. My b****r asked if he could start moving, I nodded yes. As soon as he started thrusting, I felt as if I would lose my mind. When he started playing with my nipples at the same time, I completely gave myself over to the pleasure. I heard him tell me that he was about to come, then I heard myself saying “Make me your woman, make me pregnant!”. Then I felt his hot come flow deep into my stomach. I came all over myself and cried out with pleasure like the girl that I now was.
We fell into each other, and kissed, sloppily. I thanked him for making me a girl, and told him again that I loved him.
After that night, we 'got together' as often as possible. He bought me new cute and/or sexy outfits occasionally, which I hid deep in my closet, and I took all of the creamy come that he could give; in every position that we could think up. Anywhere that we could be alone together, 'undisturbed', we had sex. Bathrooms, the woods, his room, my room, the equipment closet at school… Then, after our parents unfortunate death (during a tragic multi-vehicle auto accident), we inherited the house and were able to stay together, as b****r was old enough to satisfy any legalities. I started dressing like a girl all the time, even started taking hormones. B****r and I shared the same bed, and kept each other quite satiated.
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