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Introduction: Was I becoming an incestuous lesbian with my brother? I was sitting on the edge of my vanity talking to my brother, teasing him because he had a big yellow zit on his forehead. You cant go out with Yvonne looking like that, you better put a band-aid on your head to hide it.
Oh yeah, thatd be real hot, a nice plastic plaster of Ironman over my eye. Or maybe Big Bird, bright yellow. He looked past my shoulder to the mirror behind me god, thats fucking ugly.
Why worry about it, the only head she wants to look at isnt on your shoulders. I knew Yvonne, shed been fucking my brother for several months. Carl put his fingers on the pimple and started to pinch it, Stop, I want to do it I told him.
He glanced from the mirror to my face You gonna squeeze my zit?
Sure, why not, I do my own, and after I can put some blush or something over it. Hide it with makeup.
He leaned his head back from me and glared at me intently, Make up? Like some sort of fucking fagot or something. I aint gay!
I grabbed his chin in my hand and held his face still lots of guys are doing make up now, not like a woman but enough to hide things like the really charming spot on your face. Come on, let me do it for you, I promise you wont fucking die or anything.
I hopped off the vanity then reached for the offending blister over his right eye, an angry red volcano with a white pus filled head. I pinched it between my index fingers lightly, it was so ready it erupted, pus forming as a large bubble on the end of my finger. I wiped the mess off with a tissue then told him to sit. Carl inspected his wound in the mirror before he turned and sat on the padded bench. I reached behind him for foundation and blush, as I did my breast rested against his shoulder, he bumped me, putting more pressure on my tit before I moved away. It didnt bother me that he did that, it wasnt the first time and it was reflective of the affinity between us. Carl and I talked and joked easily as I applied the camouflage to his face, we bandied words about him going gay and having to give up Yvonne for some guy named Yancy.
Why Yancy? he asked.
Cause Yancy is a gay name, perfect for you. He laughed and poked me in the ribs, tickling me enough that I fluffed powder over his nose which made him sneeze.
I worked on the red spot for a few minutes, blending the make up into his forehead, matching the colors with his suntanned skin. When I was done he examined my work carefully from up close, his nose almost touching the mirror, to far back for a complete view of his face.
Well, okay, I guess I can live with it. Thanks.
It was still early, Carl wasnt going out for a couple more hours and my date was even later so I wanted to have some more fun with my brother. I grabbed a mascara brush then told him Sit, Im not done.
What the fuck? Im good, you hid it well, it will be dark and we wont be staring at the other too much, she closes her eyes when we get it on.
Really? Thats no fun, I like to see whos got his prick in me. Sit down, lets play a little, I want to see if youd be a pretty girl, we got time.
You ever put make up on a guy before?
I used to paint dads toenails when I was little, he wouldnt let me do his fingers.
Aint the same.
Sure it is, come on, just sit still so I dont poke your eyes out or something.
For the next ten minutes I fussed with Carls lids and lashes. I painted him up with dark blue liner and pulled the lashes with my black brush. My brother has cobalt eyes and by the time I was done highlighting them with makeup I was intrigued by how deep they looked. Deep, blue and sexy. Yes I thought it, Sexy, my own brothers eyes. When I capped my mascara brush he turned and looked into the mirror Fuck, that looks weird.
No it doesnt, you have really sexy eyes. You look like a rock star or something.
I pulled him around again then told him to sit sideways across my bench. When he did I sat on the other end facing him. I grabbed more blush and started on his brow, cheeks and chin. Carl sat quietly while I fussed with the makeup, rubbing, blending, wiping off and starting over with a different shade. He sat still for twenty minutes until I got the look I wanted. I was having fun, I felt like I was doing movie make up for a star or something. The entire time we were talking and the longer we talked the more intimate the conversation got.
You ever do this with your boyfriends?
No.
What do you do with your boyfriends?
I sat back and looked into his made up eyes I fuck them, but dont think Im some sort slut or something, I dont have boyfriends like a whole stable full of studs.
So how big is your stable, how many hard-ons have you sat on?
You ask me that again and Ill be sitting on yours only it wont be slipping and sliding in me, Ill sit just long enough to crush it to pulp.
Oooo, that sound fun, lets try it.
Stop talking or youll smear the lip gloss.
I fucked nine girls he announced as if I cared.
Youre still talking.
He quit moving his lips to let me paint them. While I was focused on his mouth my mind was running names through my head. Nine. I knew five but the other four were the next question for Carl. Okay, Ilene, Margo, Belinda, Cassie and Yvonne. Who else, do I know them?
He smiled, giving me glimpse of a corner of his lip I needed to touch up. Diane, Sally, Randi and Shonda.
Shonda? She a black girl!
Yeah, a fucking hot black girl, sex with her was like screwing a volcano. Didnt you do a black guy?
No and I dont know if I would, none have asked me out so I never got the chance to say yes or no.
I was done. I got off the bench and looked down on my brother and decided he would be a pretty woman. Take a look, youre kind of appealing that way.
He looked at himself critically, Appealing for who, Yancy or Yvonne?
I wasnt ready to stop Yancy is gay, Yvonne is a girl, lets see if we can make you appeal to a straight guy, somebody Id fuck.
He looked at me warily What do you mean?
I went to my closet and pulled out a dress that was too large for me, Put this on, I want you to dress like me.
Carl turned red, his eyes widened in disbelief, What, he squeaked, you want me to dress like a fucking bitch now?
I grabbed his shirt and started opening the buttons, Come on Carl, were having fun, this will never leave my bedroom. I promise.
He hesitated for a long moment, I thought he was going to flee my insanity but his eyes relaxed then he pulled the open shirt off his wide shoulders and dropped it to the floor. As he picked up the dress I had another flash Stop, not yet! I pulled open my underwear drawer and pulled out a black lacy bra. This first.
Again he stopped cold and stared at me the muttered You ever tell anybody about this Ill fuck you up forever.
To my unbounded delight he took the bra and slipped it up his arms. I went behind him to clasp the strap then moved to his front again. The 34 C cups were stretched flat because of his broad back and chest, he was looking at his profile in the mirror, Hmm, Im not impressed. I grabbed a pair of nylons and handed them to him. Stuff these in there, that will help.
You stuff them, putting this on was bad enough. I gleefully filled the flat boob holder until it looked like he had a pair of tits standing proud from his chest. He checked the mirror again, Okay, better, almost a handful now.
I stood back as Carl picked up the dress and held it out to look at it. He dropped the dress on my bed then opened his jeans, pulled them down then stepped out of them one leg at a time. He surprised me because I couldnt remember the last time Id seen him in only underwear, if ever. He was wearing snug thigh length briefs that formed tightly around his cock and balls giving me a sharp relief view of his works. I startled myself by thinking that just maybe Yvonne and the others enjoyed that a lot. He picked up the dress again and started to step a foot into the neck.
No, over your head. Pull it down from the top otherwise you wont get your arms though the sleeves. Carl lifted the garment, held his arms high and let my pale yellow summer dress slip down his body. He put his arms into the short sleeves then turned to look at me as it settled on his shoulders. Turn around.
I managed to pull the zipper up to its top then put my hands on his hips to turn him to me. When I stepped back to look at my made-up, dressed up brother I began to laugh. He looked at his image in the mirror and started laughing with me. The dress was tight around him, his brand new tits were lopsided and hed smeared his makeup but none of that mattered, we werent looking for a beauty queen.
As I looked him up and down I sniggered, Man, you got fucking ugly woman legs, maybe in Russia are the girls so hairy.
He lifted the skirt and looked down and started chuckling with me then asked Got some panty hose? Maybe that will make them look better.
I rummaged in my dresser for a pair of dark panty hose and handed them to him. He looked at the wad of nylon, Those are supposed to fit you? Theyre all fucking shriveled up!
Theyll stretch, if they were bigger theyd be like baggy and loose. Put em on.
My brother sat on the edge of my bed and worked the hosiery over his feet and up the calves of his legs. When they were at the knees he stood and struggled to pull them higher. I was smiling at his feeble attempts to pull them up when he looked at me exasperated, Fuck, if getting dressed like a girl is this hard, Im glad I got something hanging. Fuck!
I stepped closer, pulled the skirt up and grabbed the top of the nylon then stretched and tugged until it came up, over his ass and around his waist. They were tight so I looked at his crotch to see how they fit, his bulge was flattened considerably against his groin. Where did your nuts go, between your legs?
He bent his head to look under the skirt which I was still holding high Donno, they dont hurt.
The next thing I did shocked me even as I did it. I reached between my brothers legs and felt for his prick and balls. I rubbed the front of the panty hose over the compressed lump of his cock then held his compacted nuts in my hand. Carl jerked and sipped a breath which made me look into his made-up eyes. Holy fuck Gwen, you can do that again!
So I did. I squeezed his balls and rubbed the palm of my hand over his prick and said Thats what it feels like to be a girl on a date. I looked at the panty hose again But next time you wear panty hose take the underwear off first. You got too much protection, a guy cant get a good feel that way. I dropped the dress, it fell almost to his knees.
Wont be a next time.
Oh come on bro, Im having fun, your arent? For some reason I was feeling bold as hell so I rubbed on the outline of his cock through the dress material again Id like to see this behind nylon but without the fucking underwear. You cant deprive me of that can you I flirted coyly?
My brother studied my face for a long few seconds then said Help me out of all this, I gotta go see Yvonne.
Can I take your picture first?
Fuck you bitch! No fucking way! I only smiled, I didnt think he would let me but I had to ask. Playtime was over. I cleaned his face, he went his way and I went mine and neither of us mentioned my brothers cross-dressing.
Two months later, three days before Halloween, Carl came to me Hey, I want to dress like a fucking whore on Halloween. Im going to Brads costume party, I bet I could win the Skullcandy headphones if you help me.
A fucking whore? Man, when you say it like that it sounds disgusting. We can fix you up but you gotta think wholesome not dirty. We can make you a beauty queen and you can act the whore if you want.
Carls smiled so big I could count all 32 teeth Yeah, thats awesome.
Since my brother is five inches taller and 60 pounds heavier than me my clothes were not an option. We went to a local thrift shop to buy his costume. We walked out with a black satin semi-formal gown, size 11 pumps with one inch heels and a bra that would stretch around his chest, D cup. It was going to take a lot of foam peanuts to fill my brothers tits. He also found a ratty old blonde wig but with a little care and cleaning it would be good enough under the dim lights at the party.
I washed the wig then mounted it over a volley ball and set it. Leaving the fake hair to cure I carefully laid out the rest of the clothing then planned the makeup. By the afternoon of Halloween I had a clear picture in my mind what Carl would look like, I liked the picture, he would be a pretty woman. I had to keep my humor in check because I could only think of how shocked he would be if some guy made a real fucking pass at him.
You gotta shave close today, you gonna shave your legs too?
Hell no, not my legs!
Thats okay, thats why we bought the black panty hose. Not only will they look sexy with the black dress and shoes, your hairy Russian woman legs wont give you away. Carl laughed easily at my dig on his legs.
I started on his face and by the end of an hour it was hard to see the masculine features. As I did the first time, I used eyeliner to bring out his gorgeous blues then make up tones that highlighted the natural tan of his skin. I finished him off with stunning red lip gloss and nails. After he was done we started on the clothes. He wasnt wearing a shirt, I had him take that off before I started the makeup so he stood and stripped his Dockers to the floor, in seconds Carl was standing in front of me wearing only a pair of those body hugging, thigh length briefs. For the first time in my life my brother caused my tummy to do a little flop. I liked what I was looking at.
We started with the bra, Id found some foam rubber in the garage and cut two pieces to fit the cups. He put the fake breasts on and after I adjusted them for fit he ogled himself in the mirror. His smile was priceless and I had to ask Can I please, pleeeezze take some pictures, this is gonna be something to remember?
My brother hesitated, frowned then said What the fuck, this is my Halloween costume, okay, he paused, these tits are huge!
I snapped four pics on my IPhone then told him to put on the nylons. Carl sat on the edge of my bed and pulled on the black Leggs panty hose. When he stood to lift them over his ass and body I had to stop him Man, you gotta take off the underpants. They are way too bulky for a smooth fit, they will totally show through the dress.
He stopped and looked up at me Off, like nothing on under my skirt but nylon?
Take the nylons off. I dashed to my dresser then snatched up a pair of full body panties, made to keep panty lines and bulges from showing around the legs and groin Put these on, theyll hold you tight and wont show through the dress.
Youre fucking kidding right? I should wear a pair of your panties? What the hell?
Fuck it Carl, you going to let some guy feel you up? No, so nobody will know and the dress will hang better.
My older brother stared hard at me for a long time, I thought he was going to stop the whole dress up thing but then his face softened slightly Turn around bitch, Ill change.
Emboldened by his acquiescence and what he had let me do to him so far I replied Change them, Im not turning around.
He shrugged his shoulders then dropped his briefs and kicked them off his ankles, I caught myself staring at his exposed manhood. Once again my stomach roiled with a twist and tickle as I looked at his limp cock hanging like a butchers sausage over his large balls, fuck, my brother was well hung. As he pulled my spandex panties up his legs a flare of heat flashed like lightening in my pussy but I had to stifle a giggle while watching him adjust his big prick so it would be comfortable under the tight lingerie.
After donning the panties and nylons Carl slipped the dress down over his upraised arms. I helped him pull it down over his fake tits and body. Once I zipped it up I stepped back to take another picture thinking that Carl was quickly forming into Carla, a hot woman, he just needed the wig and shoes.
He wobbled in the shoes but he quickly got used to the low heels. I placed the blond wig that I had cleaned and curled over his head, made some final adjustments and took some final pictures. My brother Carl had almost disappeared and Carla was my new sibling. I was delighted that my work looked so goddamn good on him or her.
Awesome, youre gonna win the headphones I announced, and maybe score your tenth piece of ass only it will be with some hot guy.
I laughed easily and took one last picture as he retorted Not ever! I maybe will let some lezzie bitch feel for my goods but never a guy. Boy would she get a surprise.
Carl took off to pick up Yvonne who was supposed to be dressed like a forest fairy. I thought it completely hilarious and ironic that a fairy would be taking another fairy to the costume party.
Twenty minutes later my brother called me Hey, Yvonne was totally repulsed by my costume, she wont even talk to me. I gotta find someone to go to the party, I dont want to face that crowd alone. Can you get ready, you can go with me?
My plans for the night were to hang with a couple of my girlfriends so I wasnt breaking any important commitments Sure, thatd be fun, what do I wear?
Put on some of my stuff, you can be my man date.
Dressing up as a man was a hell of a lot easier than dressing Carl as a woman. I darkened my cheeks and chin with mascara to simulate a days growth, wrapped my shoulder length hair under a ball cap and put on some oversized jeans and a flannel work shirt. Hard toed work boots and a dirt stained Carhartt canvas coat completed my work-a-day outfit. Carl honked as he drove up so I dashed to the car and we hurried off to the party. He stopped at a red light and looked me over Not bad but your face doesnt match the clothes.
What do you mean?
You should have a broken nose or something, your too pretty to be a blue collar thug.
I leaned toward him, Why dont you drive the car sweetheart, I put a hand on his knee and moved it under his skirt up his thigh, Ill work on being a thug..
He shifted his leg from me What the fuck are you doing?
I squeezed his leg and whispered in his ear Im making a pass at you, as a woman you better get used to blue collar fucks like me. I pressed the edge of my hand on his mashed prick then pulled away and sat back up to enjoy the ride.
When Carl went into the house ahead of me the first thing I heard was nothing. Silence, thick and heavy as the throng looked as us. It was a full ten seconds before somebody shouted Carl? You fucking tranny, look at you! As soon as one recognized him the rest of the room joined in laughing and hooting at my cross-dressed brother. He was an instant hit and wasnt shy about flaunting his pretty face while telling his buddies that I had done that to him. There were jokes and comments about him sneaking up stairs and showing his friends just how friendly he might be. I knew some of the people in the room so I didnt feel left out as the party resumed.
After five hours of the Halloween celebration we left. Carl had the Skullcandy noise reducing headphones and I had a hell of a buzz from alcohol and a couple of pills that were fucking with my head. As soon as we got into the car my brother handed me a plastic Wal-Mart bag with my spandex panties inside. What the hell? You took these off?
Yeah, they were crushing my nuts, man it felt good to get out of them
You mean that there is just thin nylon between you and anybody who might try to cop a feel? Man I gotta tell you, thats either living dangerously or living adventurously. Maybe both.
As he started down the street toward home he asked What do you mean?
I wasnt thinking, I wasnt being rational, I was just feeling totally frisky and having a lot of fun I mean if you was a real girl and I was a man I could reach between your legs and feel for your sweet pussy, those nylons dont offer any protection from an animal like me. I leaned across the console between the seats then reached under his dress and cupped his nuts in my hand. I rolled them in my fingers then pressed up to massage his cock. I felt it twitch and start to solidify. My brother was getting a boner so I stroked it even more, enjoying the feeling of power I had as it filled my fist. I inched closer to Carl and laid my head on his shoulder as I pumped his erection until it was long, hot and thudding under the thin material. He spread his legs to give me more room.
He had to stop at another light so while the car was still he reached under his skirt, pulled my hand away then lifted his ass, I heard a tearing of fabric as he sighed God, now it aint pinched anymore.
I put my hand right back where I wanted it and found no barrier between his long stiff cock and my fingers. You ripped my panty hose open I asked stupidly?
I was hurting, now Im wearing crotchless panties, what can you do with them?
My head got dizzy, my mind opened an avalanche of delightfully wicked thoughts and my stomach flipped as if I were on a plunging rollercoaster. I leaned over his lap, pulled the skirt up and kissed the head of my brothers erection. The first lip contact caused it to jerk, I formed my lips around the head of his prick and licked the ooze from the hole. Having discovered that he tasted like any other cock Id sucked I pressed down on him and began fucking my brother orally. I was stroking his nylon covered legs, the feeling of the smooth material under my hand was turning me on even more. I knew I should stop what I was doing but the longer I gave Carl head, the more I wanted from him. If he had let go and filled my mouth with hot ball juice just then I would have climaxed with him.
But he didnt. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head out of his lap. Fuck me Gwen, we cant be doing that!
I recovered from my moment of lustful craziness enough to say Your right but I was just showing you what a woman has to put up with sometimes. After all, you invited my attack by taking your panties off for me then ripping the nylons, its hard to resist an invitation like that.
Well it aint fair, you have access to my treasures but youre all wrapped up in work clothes. How is a girl supposed to get what she wants if she has to fight through the coat and pants and stuff?
Come on, you should know that, just one whiff of hot pussy and any man will start shedding shirts and shoes. Hell, if I was thinking with my prick and you gave me a hint I could fuck you and Id be stripping right here in the car.
You dont have a prick.
Dont nitpick, you want to fuck or not? The words were out before I realized I said them.
Carl looked at me then turned up a dark tree lined street. In moments we were parked under the black shadowed overhang of a large maple tree on the side of the road. I was pulling off the coat and shoes even before he cut the engine. I leaned back on the headrest then unhooked and pulled the jeans off my legs. Wearing his flannel shirt and my own brief panties I crawled between the bucket seats to the back, my brother followed me. He grabbed my panties and ripped the left side open then pulled the ruined rag off my right leg. My heart was hammering, my nipples strained to stand under my bra. I was on my back with my head on the armrest when he pushed my legs apart, lifted his skirt then probed for the entrance of my sex.
Carl wasnt being too tender or gentle when he shoved that beautiful muscle into me. I was hot, slippery and willing but even then the girth of his cock stretched me. I felt my hole easing wider, accepting him as he plunged and thrust, mashing his groin against mine in the dance of life. My brother started fucking me and I loved it.
I had my eyes full open watching him, I told him before I liked seeing who had their prick in me and he was no different. I couldnt get enough of his face, the makeup, the blonde wig. I was being manhandled by my sister and it heated me up even more. His erection extended through the torn panty hose so his nylon covered legs were rubbing deliciously on the inside of my legs. My lungs were begging for cool air, my body began to shake from the tension building, I grabbed Carla by the wig, pulled her down and put my lips on hers, smearing her lip gloss and make up as I savaged her mouth with my tongue, I felt strong hands slip under my ass and hold me tight against the pounding cock.
It hit like lightening from nowhere. The orgasm didnt build up, it slammed from my womb like a balloon bursting, releasing the pent up pressure in one thunderclap of ecstasy. I arched my back off the seat of the car and quaked in frozen silence then Carl grabbed my ass harder and I felt the rapid explosions of cum flooding me, warming my belly even more.
Carl/Carla relaxed down on me, the press of his weight on my pelvis couldnt keep me from floating on a cushion of rapture but I was sweating like a fucking dock worker so I pushed my sixth lover away from me. He went to his knees on the floor of the car then looked intently at the cum oozing from my cunt. Jesus on a fucking rope girl, I never thought that could happen.
I smiled up at the smeared make up, into his eyes I guess you found a lezzie bitch to feel your goods, only she wasnt as surprised as she should have been.
Im surprised enough for both of us, you ready to go home?
I sat up Just like that were done? One hop into the back seat and its over? How fucking typical!
As Carl wedged back through the bucket seats he said I have to get out of this dress and bra, Ill need help. I chirped a quick laugh and reached for my pants.
The fifteen minute ride was done in silence. I was thinking furiously about how I had come to fuck my brother and he was too intent on driving to say anything to me. The longer my mind reviewed the last few weeks, the buildup to my fantastic orgasm, the more I wanted to test our new relationship again. What we did, the feeling of the thick head of his erection sliding into me and the power of his balls as he transferred his semen did nothing but start another fire between my legs. I wanted to know if he would feel that good again.
And the one thought that buzzed loudest in my head? I wanted to know if it was Carl or Carla that turned me on so powerfully. I liked sucking his cock but I also liked the feel of her nylons caressing my thighs as she fucked me.
Was I becoming an incestuous lesbian with my brother?
Charlize
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