Indian Summer and Other Poems
by TS Severe
2008-02-03
Edited by Rachael Ross
Copyright 2008 Severe Discipline Productions all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Story Codes: M/m/TG/tg, Romance, Incest, Interracial, First, Oral, Anal, Crossdressing (TV)
Synopsis: A collection of short fiction dedicated to transgender romance
Chapter 01 - Beautiful Boy (m/tv, Rom, No Sex) Chapter 02 - Indian Summer (M/M, Rom, Inter-NA, Historical) Chapter 03 - Wedding Reception (M/TG, Rom, Incest, First) Chapter 04 - The Strongest Kid in School (m/tg, Rom, First) Chapter 05 - Amy (M+/TG, Rom, Inter-Asian) Chapter 06 - A Day in the Life (of a Teenage Transsexual) (m/tg, Rom, Incest, First) Chapter 07 - Undercover Holly (M/TV, Romance, First) Chapter 08 - TV Repairman (M/TV, Romance, Interracial) Chapter 09 - Girlyscout (M/tg, Romance, First) Chapter 10 - Blind Date (F/M, Rom, CD, Toys) Chapter 11 - Cock Kissing (M/TG, Rom, Inter-Asian, Cheat) Chapter 12 - Tomboy (m/tg, Romance, No Sex) Chapter 13 - The Way to a Boy's Heart (M/m, Rom, First)
Author's Notes: With this collection I wanted to group together some of my shorter transgender fiction in a single volume. These are among the first stories I ever wrote on the theme of Transsexuals, Transvestites, and Cross-Dressing and my interest was largely directed towards homoerotic romance. I'm not exactly sure why the subject interests me, perhaps it's only because I've grown too comfortable or bored with everything else.
I like transgendered characters a lot, I know that much. They bring a lot of emotional baggage with them wherever they go and one doesn't have to dig very deep to find conflict. Internal and external, a person attempting to reverse their gender is just asking for trouble and that always makes for good fiction. Motivation is a genuine carnival of emotional delight and I simply love writing from a transgendered viewpoint.
The most interesting thing, however, is that beneath the obvious differences...A romance is a romance. It really doesn't matter what a person is, he or she is a person. Period. The same questions that I would ask in a heterosexual romance or a lesbian coming-of-age story are pertinent to a story about transsexuals. They're the same questions I've asked myself on occasion. Who am I? Where do I come from and why? What is it that makes me who and what I am, and not someone else? ...Yeah, I'm still working on expressing my questions better, but you get the idea.
Anyway, here's a chapter from Indian Summer just to give you a taste of what I'm about:
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Chapter Six: A Day in the Life (of a Teenage Transsexual)
I was in the shower after gym class, which was something I both loved and hated. When Josh came in with his huge cock swinging between his legs, I remembered why, but he wasn't the only reason. Just the biggest one right then. I swallowed hard and concentrated on washing my body, avoiding my own penis just because it wasn't going to need any help getting hard and I really didn't want it to.
"There she is!" Josh saw me right away of course; all the guys in there were staring at me. "Hey, Wendy, you're lookin' good over there. Want me to wash your back?"
"No," I said in a soft voice. I was blushing and some of the boys laughed.
"Maybe you wanna wash mine then." Josh chuckled and he was coming closer, to the shower next to mine, pushing Stanley out of the way. Stan was a pretty small kid anyway.
"What?" I shook my head. "I can't…No."
I glanced at Josh and swallowed hard. He was so much bigger than me, all strong and handsome with his brown hair and blue eyes. I always liked boys like that and I think it was in my genes or something, like way down deep in my DNA, to fall in love with guys like Josh. That didn't seem very fair just then.
"Come on, Wen." Josh moved closer, almost touching me. "How about you wash my cock for me, baby?"
"Stop it!" I frowned at him. "Leave me alone."
"What if I don't want to?" he asked almost reasonably, standing behind me as I faced the wall. "I know you like me, Wendy. Don't lie."
"I…I didn't say I didn't like you." I closed my eyes and my nipples were hard.
I was shivering despite the hot water falling over me and my penis was hard now, pink and cute and looking like it didn't belong on my barely 15 year old body at all. The rest of me was a pretty girl, a beautiful girl, inside and out, but my penis and my testicles were obvious too and some of the boys were laughing at me, but mostly they just stared. I was the new girl in school and they were in love.
"Let me just rub it…right…here…" Josh sighed and I jerked as I felt his hard cock rubbing between my round ass cheeks. "…How's that feel, Wendy? That doesn't hurt, does it?"
His cock was pointing straight up and wedged between the pale globes of my heart-shaped ass. Josh was flexing his knees and lifting with his hips, just letting the long shaft ride against my skin and then his hands were on my hips, giving me a little squeeze before sliding around to my flat tummy and up, looking for my breasts, my 32B tits that all the boys loved so much.
"N-No…" I gasped and I wriggled my ass slightly, unable to help myself.
"She wants it, Josh!" one of the guys said and I burned at that, closing my eyes as his hands found my tits and he massaged them gently in front of a dozen high school boys. Pinching my puffy nipples between his fingers, rubbing me slowly, so sweetly that it almost hurt.
"Yeah, her thing's hard as a rock!" someone else said.
"I…I can't…Stop!" I shrugged and twisted and Josh let me go, which surprised me a little.
I didn't even grab my soap or shampoo, just my towel as I practically ran out of the shower and into the locker room so I could change clothes. I heard the guys laughing and giving each other high fives. They had a bet going too. I knew about that, a little pool to see who would fuck me first and when. Josh was the odds-on favorite, or so my friends had told me, and that was probably because he was my favorite too and everyone knew it. That and he had a really big dick and those blue eyes and his muscles and…
"Oh!!" I gasped softly as my penis started spurting all over my panties while I was pulling them up.
They were ruined and I looked around, feeling dizzy and trembling with my orgasm, but trying not to show it. Luckily no one was around. The guys were still in the showers and I wiped my penis clean and my thighs too as the stuff had gone everywhere. I scrunched my pink panties up hastily and stuffed them in my book bag. I pulled on my skirt, frowning because it was too short to wear without panties all afternoon.
I put on my bra and I had my sweater half over my head before the boys were coming out of the shower. I licked my lips and tried not to stare at the parade of teenage cock moving past me. They were all semi-hard and they did that on purpose, working themselves up to look bigger, just to impress me. I quickly brushed my wet blonde hair, pulling it straight back from my pretty face, and put on a little pink lip gloss, just because I liked to tease them back. I had to be careful putting on my ankle socks and Skechers, just so I wouldn't flash anyone.
I returned some smiles and blushed like always and felt my heart thumping in my chest as I left the locker room. I hadn't always been this shy, this demure, and in truth a lot of it was just pretend. I wanted those boys to like me and I wanted Josh to fuck me, but I knew better than to act like a slut. Boys like sluts, but they fall in love with virgins and that's what I was, but for how long?
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"Hi Mom." I was walking in the kitchen and my mother was there, smiling back at me.
"Hey Wendy, how's school?"
"It was okay." I shrugged, dropping my book bag and sitting down at the table.
"You have homework?" she asked.
"No, not today." I said and she was putting a sandwich down in front of me and a glass of milk, as always.
"Okay." She nodded and then narrowed her eyes as I'd been a little immodest sitting down. "Where's your panties?"
"What?" I asked around a mouthful of ham and cheese and lettuce and stuff. I swallowed quickly. "Oh, um, I had an accident."
"An accident?" Mom frowned.
"I didn't mean to," I said. "They put me in the wrong gym class! I told you that! And I was getting dressed and it just…happened."
"What just happened? You creamed your panties?" Mom stared at me and when I nodded she just giggled and that made me giggle too. My mom was way cool about stuff like that.
"Nobody saw it." I shrugged. "But it was embarrassing anyway. How come they didn't put me in the girl's class?"
"Because you have a penis, dear," Mom said, as if that was a good reason "Where's your panties?"
"In my bag." I took another bite. "I have boobs too, you know. How come they don't care about that?"
"Well, cause boobs aren't genitals, I guess." Mom was digging through my bag. "Ewwww…Wendy! You should have rinsed them out, at least!"
"Sorry." I shrugged, but there wasn't no way I was going to wash my cummy panties in the bathroom at school!
"Hmph." Mom held them to her nose. "Next time, rinse them, okay?"
"I don't want a next time," I sighed. "Every other day I'm having an accident, I swear. It's humiliating!"
"And bring extra panties, you can't be walking around school with nothing but sunshine under skirt." Mom clucked her tongue and she was taking my panties down to the laundry room.
"Yes Mom." I ate some more of my sandwich.
She just didn't know what it was like being the only transsexual at school. Most of those kids didn't even know what one was, and half the teachers thought I was a transvestite. I wasn't one of those, that was for sure. I was all girl, except I had a penis and a pair of balls and I liked being that way a lot. I just wished the rest of the world would figure out that having a little dick didn't make me a little boy!
"Hey Mom?" I asked when she came back up. "Um, do you think I could go out Friday night with some friends?"
"Well, that would depend on the friends, Wen. You know that," Mom told me patiently and waited for a little more info.
"Uh, well, just one friend." I swallowed hard. "He's a boy."
"A boyfriend?" Mom rolled her blue eyes at me and shook her head. "You're only fifteen, Wendy. I told you before, no dates until you're sixteen."
"But Mom!"
"No buts, you have another year to go and then you can have a boyfriend, but not yet." My mom was serious about that, I knew, and I'd only turned fifteen like a month before, so sixteen was forever away!
"Please? He just wants to take me to McDonalds or something," I said. "It's not a date, it's French fries!"
"If a boy's taking you, it's a date," Mom decided. "Now drink your milk, you need calcium. Did you take your pills?"
"Yeah."
"All of them? The estrogen too?" Mom stared at me until I looked guiltily away. "That's what I thought."
She was reaching for the cupboard and grabbed a pill for me.
"That's why you keep having your accidents," Mom said. "You want to grow up with hairy tits?"
"Mom!" I stared at her. "I take my pills. I just forgot this morning."
"You forget that one a lot." She frowned as I swallowed it down. "Good girl, you're going to be so sexy!"
"I'm already sexy," I giggled. "Everybody says so."
"Oh, they do, huh?" Mom took my glass and plate away. "And I suppose you're flirting with all the boys too."
"No!" I wrinkled my pert little nose at her. "Just…some of them."
"Well, try flirting with your teachers for a change; your report card needs all the help it can get."
"Oh God. Don't start, Mom! It's a new school, it takes some time getting used to it," I said and I'd been milking that excuse for too long and we both knew it.
"It was a new school, now it's just 'your' school." Mom grinned at me. "No more excuses. I want some A's and B's or you might be looking at seventeen before you go on a date."
"What? Mom! That's not funny." I frowned at her smile and I knew she was joking with me.
"It won't be funny if you can't get into college either."
"I'm only in ninth grade, Mom. I have time."
"Yeah, keep saying that," Mom nodded. "When your eighteen and working at McDonalds you can supersize my fries for me."
"Oh, now you're just rubbing it in." I frowned and I thought that was kind of mean.
"I know. I'm sorry," Mom sighed and she knew she pushed people's buttons sometimes without thinking about it. "I'll tell you what, why don't you invite your friend over here for dinner on Friday, okay?"
"Mom, no…"
"Hold on, just…let me finish." Mom held up her hand. "Invite him over so I can meet him and mmm…maybe, sometime, I might let you go to McDonalds or something with him."
"Really?" I blinked at her.
"I said maybe, if he's a nice boy," Mom said but I was already hugging her tightly.
"Oh thanks, Mom! Yeah, I'll invite him tomorrow! You're the best!"
"Yeah, okay, Wen." She hugged me back. "Just remember, no promises. If I don't like this boy…"
"You will! He's great, Mom! You'll see, Josh is really cool!" I was nodding and smiling.
"Josh huh? Okay, good. Go…surf the internet or something. I'm going to get dinner started before your father comes home."
"Okay. Thanks, Mom!" I hugged her again, standing tip-toe and kissing her cheek.
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"Why do you have to dress like that?" My brother was frowning at me and by the time I was fifteen he'd largely given up trying to change me, thank God. Now he was just a big brat mostly.
"Because I'm a girl, Mike," I told him, buttoning my blouse and that had been my answer a million times, I bet. I wished he'd get tired of asking.
"The guys at school think you're a fag."
"No they don't," I giggled.
"Some of them do," he said.
"Like you?" I looked at his reflection in my dresser mirror.
"It's embarrassing," Mike said and he was almost seventeen, being about eighteen months older than me.
"Take it up with Mom and Dad." I shrugged. "They're not embarrassed."
"Well…"
"Maybe it's just a personal problem," I told him with a smile. "In your head."
"Shut-up." He scowled at me.
"What do you think?" I asked, picking up my underwear and turning around. "Pink? Or white, hmmm?"
My older brother blinked as I held up two pairs of flimsy panties, dangling the lacy silk from my fingers while my girl cock dangled between my thighs. I had the music on and I was dancing a little, letting him watch my pert round butt and pretty shaved balls and…He swallowed hard and Mike's blue eyes were drawn to my penis, he couldn't help it. I knew he loved me, the way a brother shouldn't love his sister, and that was why he had issues. I teased him pretty mercilessly sometimes.
"I don't care," he said, trying to brave it out.
"I'll wear the pink ones," I giggled. "You can use these when you jerk off."
I tossed the white pair at him and Mike caught them out of reflex as much as anything else and then tossed them away as if they'd burned his fingers.
"Afraid of my panties now?" I rolled my eyes, stepping into my underwear and pulling them up my smooth pale legs slowly, rocking my hips from side to side. "You need some help, Mikey."
He left without a word and I laughed after him, knowing he had a serious erection. He was probably going into the bathroom to stroke himself off. I listened close trying to hear the door across the hall close and then lock with a soft click like it usually did, but I didn't hear anything except Dirty Magic by The Offspring playing on my Ipod. It didn't matter, he was going to close his eyes and imagine me, pretend he was fucking me, putting his dick in my mouth maybe. He probably even thought about sucking my little girl cock, right at the end, when my brother was cumming.
I soon forgot about my sick brother though as I was looking for my red jeans, they were awesomely cool and brand new. Except I couldn't find them and then I had the horrible thought that maybe my mom was going to wash them. God! Mom was good at a lot of stuff, but washing clothes wasn't one of them and for the life of me I didn't know why. Every box of Tide she bought had directions on the back! I usually tried to wash my good clothes myself and it was time to rescue my best pair of pants before she dumped like half a gallon of bleach on them.
"Uh…Ohhh yeah…Wen…Fuck yeah, Wendy…Bitch…Ohhh!"
That wasn't a sound I associated with doing the laundry and I blinked as I stood in the doorway of our little laundry room, staring at my brother. Mike hadn't gone into the bathroom to jerk off after all. He'd come down here, into the basement and found my spunky panties. I watched as he held them to his face, not just sniffing them or whatever, he was smearing my old cum all over his mouth and cheeks, licking at it and sucking the cotton between his lips. All the while he was stroking his cock, grunting and saying the most disgusting things I'd ever heard in my life.
"…Fuck your ass…Slut…Ugh! Fuck your cock…You whore…Wendy…ugh!"
It might have been kind of funny, except those were my panties he was licking and that was my name he was saying. It was disgusting and I felt kinda sick to my stomach. It was just a game before, when I didn't have to see it. Knowing what he did behind locked doors and seeing it were two different things and I guess I kinda lost it.
"You pig!" I screamed and Mike froze, like just stopped completely, turning his head and staring at me while I sorta jumped the ten feet between us and started slapping his face.
Honestly, I don't remember walking or running or whatever, it was like all of a sudden I was just there, knocking my panties out of my brother's soft fingers and hitting his face. That woke him up anyway and he didn't try to fight me back or anything, he just covered himself up and I think he was too shocked and embarrassed to do anything else. Mike just wanted to run away from me and hide.
"Jerk! You asshole…What are you doing?" I was yelling and then Mom was coming downstairs.
"Wendy? What's wrong?" She was yelling too, like the house was on fire and I turned around, leaving my brother and running up the stairs past her without a word.
I was crying too, but I didn't know why. It just happened, crying for no reason and probably it was too much hormones or something, I don't know. I felt almost violated somehow, even though my brother hadn't touched me. I got over it after awhile, once I cooled off some. I knew he liked me too much, that wasn't a surprise, but I just never thought he'd be like that. Boys are so disgusting sometimes and to catch him, well, it sucked because he was my older brother. I was supposed to be able to depend on him cause I was his little sister. Not his little girlfriend!
Mom tried to talk to me later, but I didn't feel like it and she gave up after awhile. My brother was gonna mail himself to Bolivia or something, at least that's what Mom told me. Dad was gonna have a man to man with Mike about his urges or something. I'm sure Daddy was thrilled about that. My brother was seriously humiliated and I didn't figure I'd see him for a week. He was probably worried I'd tell the kids at school about him, cause I did have some friends and they'd love a story like that. My brother the perv, sucking his sister's sperm out of her dirty panties while he jerked off.
It was kinda funny. I'd only tell a couple people maybe. Or else…I had a better idea.
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"Hey…" I slapped my little girl cock across my brother's sleeping face and I'd set my alarm for three o'clock just so I could do this.
"Hmmphh…W-What?" My brother blinked and it was sorta dark in his room, but my eyes were adjusted okay. His would be too soon enough.
"Open your mouth," I told him and I started climbing across him so I could sit on his chest.
"Wendy?" Mike sort of gasped and tried to sit up but I pushed him down.
"No, it's the tooth fairy." I giggled. "I'm kinda mad at you too."
"What are you doing?" He didn't realize I'd been smacking his face with my penis yet, or even that I was naked under my pink nightie.
"You owe me an apology," I said, planting my small round butt on his t-shirt covered chest.
"What time…What?" My brother was having a hard time waking up.
"You gotta say you're sorry," I told him, "or I'm gonna tell everybody at school what you were doing."
"I'm sorry." Mike blinked at me, trying to focus.
"That's what you say." I frowned. "But I don't believe you."
"Wendy." He reached for me, just to push me off him, I think. "Go back to bed. I already got in trouble."
"I mean it. I'm gonna tell," I promised him.
"I told you, I'm sorry." He grabbed my waist and started pushing me away. "God. Just go to sleep or something."
"Fine." I shrugged, "Whatever." I started moving.
"You're not gonna say anything, right?" Mike swallowed hard. "At school?"
"I am now," I told him, kinda half on him still.
"What do you want?" he asked me and he figured I'd want him to do my chores around the house, or my homework maybe.
"You gotta suck me off," I told him.
"What?"
"I never tried that," I told Mike. "I wanna know how it feels."
"No way!" he said, kinda loud and I shushed him with a finger to my lips, so he dropped his voice to a whisper. "I'm not gonna do that!"
"Then I'm gonna tell." I giggled softy. "It doesn't matter to me anyways."
"Yeah, so you can tell everybody that I did that too?" He was really unhappy.
"I won't tell anybody, I swear." I got back on his chest. "You think I want anybody knowing I had sex with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Mike asked, cause I'd sorta made it sound like there was.
"Duh! You're my brother," I told him. "That's what I mean."
"Oh." He looked up at me.
"Besides, you wanna do it anyways, right?" I asked him. "No sense lying about it now. Just admit it."
"Maybe," he said softly.
"You liar!" I snorted. "Never mind. I'll tell Shelly and Heather on the bus tomorrow and…"
"Alright." My brother cleared his throat. "I wanna do it."
"Do what?" I asked sweetly.
"You know what." He was putting his hands back on my waist, on my hips, sorta squeezing me and that felt okay, a little.
"No, I don't." I giggled. "Say it. Tell me what you want to do with me."
"I, uh…" He paused. "…You got like a tape recorder or something?"
"No!" I laughed out loud and he believed me, just cause I was so obviously surprised by that.
"Okay, um…" He nodded. "I wanna suck your…thing."
"My thing?" I sighed.
"Your…"
"Girl cock," I suggested.
"Yeah. I wanna suck your girl cock," Mike agreed softly.
"Is that all you wanna do?"
"What?" He frowned. "What else is there?"
"I'm just asking." I giggled.
"Can I fuck you?" he asked and I laughed at him.
"No! God!" I shook my head. "You don't even get to do this except once and only cause I wanna try it."
"Okay, then yeah." Mike squeezed my hips gently. "I wanna suck your girl cock then."
"Kay." I smiled down at him and sorta scooted closer, lifting my nightgown so he could see I wasn't wearing any panties. "You gotta make it hard again though."
"Um…"
I moved closer, so that my soft little cock and smooth balls were right on my big brother's face, like sitting on his closed mouth. I wiggled my butt a little, moving my hips so my girlish cock rubbed around Mike's face. His hands were still on me and I nodded when he opened his mouth, nervously maybe, not knowing what I might taste like, but I was clean. I'd taken a shower before going to bed. I held my breath, biting my bottom lip as I watched him take the head of my penis in his mouth and he was warm and wet in there.
"Oh." I giggled nervously, cause this was seriously new and I was more scared than I wanted to admit. Mike closed his lips around me and I guess he was sucking maybe, because I could feel something but I wasn't sure what.
It was nice and even though I was mad at him for being such a perv, I really wanted to know what it felt like to get a blowjob. I didn't want to tell anyone what he'd been doing either. I mean, I did love him still, mostly. I didn't want to hurt Mike and so I'd kinda made a bargain with myself that if I made him do this, I'd have a good enough reason to keep his secret. Maybe that's a little dumb, but I never said I was a brainiac either. Daddy calls it blonde logic and me and my mom both got it.
I just really hoped it didn't weird me out too much, cause he was my brother and…Ugh! It's kinda gross thinking about having sex with him like that. I was pretty serious when I said this was a one time deal and I didn't care if it was better than pistachio ice cream, I wasn't like some out of control sex freak. I could get a boyfriend to suck me off if I really wanted one. Maybe. Except the boyfriend I wanted was Josh and maybe he wouldn't wanna suck me off, since he was pretty seriously not gay. But maybe he would if I was his girlfriend cause he'd love me then, right?
"That feels good." I smiled down at my brother, holding my nightie out of the way and his hands were on my butt now.
"Mmphh ummph…" he agreed and I was hard now, but still kinda small too.
That was sort of a good thing though, I mean, just having like five inches of hard pink cock, it was easy for my big brother to take all of it and he did. My balls were on his chin and he was just holding me there, working his tongue around my girl cock fast and slow, ticking it underneath and that felt amazing. Like a wet butterfly fluttering under my big clitty and I felt my nipples popping hard, my puffy tits burning and I lifted my nightgown a little higher so I could rub my breasts.
I hadn't expected it to really feel this good, but it did. I was moving my hips, thrusting slowly and watching as my penis slid back and forth between Mike's soft lips. He was holding my butt nice too, which was another new thing for me. Why did it feel so good having my butt squeezed like that? I didn't know, but I didn't want my brother to stop either. He was working my ass great, like massaging it and pulling my dick into his mouth that way after I'd pull myself out.
We were kinda playing with each other like that and I was smiling. I couldn't help it, my soft little balls, smooth and silky, would press right up against his face and Mike's pointy nose would flatten against my tummy. He was sucking me so sweetly, I didn't even feel his teeth, except maybe once. Mostly it was all like hot mushy heaven in there and I was breathing hard, hearing him breathe and swallow and every now and then make sloppy wet sucky sounds. My heart was beating fast and I was gonna cum, just like that! My orgasm just happened! Wham!
I let go of my nightgown and gabbed my brother's head, like it was instinctive or something, and I was moaning, trying to keep my mouth shut and all the noises in, but it was hard. I was cumming fast, my girl cock spurting into my brother's mouth while I pushed with my hips and held his head. It was insane and he was digging his fingers into my ass so hard it hurt, almost, but mostly everything just felt so good!
"Oh God!" I giggled and gasped, rolling my eyes sorta and taking quick deep breaths.
I pulled my nightgown up again so I could see my brother's mouth was a mess. My cum had leaked out, or something. Probably my little dick had popped out and spewed a bit everywhere like it does. My girl cock is like that. And I know he'd been coughing a little, like gagging on my sperm cause it had all come out of my so fast. Mike had been swallowing too though and I figured he got more in his belly than he did on his face. I pulled myself up slowly and my brother's face was dark and he was panting for air, licking his lips and wiping at his face with his fingers.
"You okay?" I asked him and Mike nodded and he even had some of my girly sperm in his hair.
"Yeah," he said, smiling sorta shyly. "I swallowed a lot."
"Was it good?" I grinned at him and he shrugged.
"Yeah."
"You're still a perv," I told him. "But I ain't gonna tell anybody."
"Okay." Mike cleared his throat. "Can…"
"What?" I asked, getting off him now and my girl cock was getting soft and kind of drippy with spermy cum that leaked onto my thighs when I moved.
"Can we do it again sometimes?"
"No." I shook my head. "And don't be like stalking me or whatever, okay?"
"I'm not." He frowned. "I just wish…"
"You wish what?" I said, standing up now next to his bed.
"I wish I wasn't your brother, Wen," he told me. "I love you."
"You better not," I said with a little laugh. "And leave my underwear alone too."
"Yeah," he sighed.
"Goodnight, Mike."
"Night Wendy."
I wondered how long it would take him to figure out that if I caught him jerking off with my panties again, I'd have to punish him some more. Probably he wouldn't think of it by himself, Mike wasn't that creative. So I was laying in my bed thinking about how I was gonna have to keep a close eye on my dirty panties from now on. I'd make sure Mikey knew right where to find them too. That blowjob stuff was pretty fun.
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