Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2002 14:34:15 -0300
From: Joao H. G. Short <jhshort@terra.com.br>
Subject: BROTHER AND LOVER

Not that I was a queer but, certainly, women's attire attracted me. I
believe they are more appealling and comfortable than men's.

During my early teens I used to peruse on my mother drawers' watching her
lingerie and feeling its softness. I was always amazed at its tenderness
and tightness over my body.

This were the reasons that turned me on when I started daring to use
them. I would not allow my family to know and this restrained me for long
but luck hit me when my father business blossomed and both my mother and
brother had to help him at his bookstore. Their absence gave me freedom to
wear mom's clothes although being careful not to let her know what I was
doing.

Soon I was wearing lingerie, blouses and skirts during the time they were
away from home. Excitement took me over and I used to walk around with a
permanent hard-on. Mom's high heels still was a forbidden territory as my
feet were smaller than hers but soon they fit me on turning me into a 'full
woman'.

Someday I was home woman-dressed when I heard someone arriving. I tried to
hide but Mom saw me. Instead of being shocked (as I was), she smiled and
approached me stating how attractive I was. She asked whether I liked to
dress her clothes and I asserted. Then, she told me she suspected I was
wearing her wardrobe as she noticed her lingerie were neither folded her
way nor at the same place she had left it. I turned red and was told she
could understand me and we agreed in keeping our little secret for us only.

From then on, I was free to use all her belongings and she always phoned
me when either my father or brother was coming home early so I earned time
to change clothes and to remove the make-up she taught me how to apply. She
encouraged me to let my hair grow and in a few months took me to her
hairdresser to have it modeled in a feminine appearance.

Months later, I had a car accident that turned my life upside down. A
friend of mine was driving us to school when his car was hit in a
crossroad. He lost its control and we smashed into a tree, my side first. I
was carrying a metal box between my legs which punched my crotch. Taken to
a hospital, I woke up to be told the box had squeezed my balls making them
unusable. I'd been very lucky in surviving. Days later I had a chance to
look at my belly: there was a piece of meat dangling between my legs and
nothing more. My crotch was over. My family supported me emotionally from
then on allowing my recovery without more traumas. Soon I was back home,
sterile forever but alive to re-build my existence.

Back home I returned to my routine and restarted women-dressing. Still
recovering, I stayed longer at home and assumed housemaid chores. I also
found out I could turn my dick down hiding it between my asscheeks and
becoming a "girl" what allowed me to use Mom's shorts during
summertime. Mom changed her worktime returning home earlier and we spent
more time togetrher. We get acquainted to each other and became
confidents. She told me that she has always wanted a daughter to share
feelings and I volunteered to be hers. She said I would not understand them
as I was not a woman and I replied that I could turn into one if she helped
me to. Turning serious she asked if I really wanted to, hearing that I
already was one except for the physical characteristics. She asked for time
to reflect on my changing sex wishes and discuss them with my father prior
to any decision. A week later we returned to the subject and she told me
that Dad had agreed and would support us. He would also talk to my brother
on the subject. Two days later, Joe entered my bedroom, hugged me and said
he was long willing to have a sister. My mother set an appointment with a
doctor and I was completely checked for health after what he set the
surgery for a month later. In the meantime I should start with the hormones
which would be more effective as I did not testes which producing male
hormones would counterattack the feminizing ones I would get.

Mom and I spent the following month getting ready: We bought new clothes
and lingerie, make-up, shoes, stockings, perfumes, bijoux and everything
else a girl would need. I was trained on how to behave as a girl, sit,
speak, had my nails done, perfected on making-up, started gym classes,
etc. I also chose a new name and applied for new ID card, driver's license
and passport. It was all ready when I went to the hospital. Last minute
exams and I entered surgery room staying there for 6 hours. After Intensive
Care, I returned to my room as a woman.

Post-surgery recovery term was about 3 weeks and I was back home. My
parents had refurbished my bedroom which was now pink-painted turning it
into a perfect "girl-room". I thank-kissed my family. Mom and I got so
close each other that were seen as sisters; my father was proud when
introducing me as his daughter and my brother took me everywhere to show me
off envying his friends all the time.

Next year I returned to school being introduced as a cousin (the old me
would be travelling abroad) and became a target to every man. My attractive
C-size breasts on top of a well worked-out body lured them all. When I
dated the most popular student the girls started to see me as their
rival. Jealousy and envy grew among them. Aware of these feelings, my
brother warned me to back up and move slowly but I told him I was too
involved. At home, we discussed the situation. He pointed out the danger of
defying all the girls and I replied that I could not resist: I was in love
and the guy turned me on all the time we were together. He held me and said
that if I needed to have sex, he would be able to satisfy my horniness. I
had never thought of my brother as a lover but his words sticked to my mind
and I circled around the idea. That night, when relieving my sex hunger, I
weighed the pros & cons. Next morning I had made up my mind and wanted to
share it with Mom. I explained her my needs and she helped me a lot
supporting my decision. She also pointed out that I would be safe having
sex with my brother only. On the same day I managed to invite him for a
hike next weekend.

We departed on Friday afternoon travelling about 2 hours to a hotel near
the place. It was a cold night and we went bed early after dinner and a
glass of brandy. During dawn I moved to his bed pretexting I was
freezing. He held me to his chest and I coiled against his body. In minutes
I felt his hard-on. Pretending something was bothering me, I squeezed my
hand between us feeling (and then holding) his dick. Awakened, my brother
cupped my breast pulling my mouth to his and forcing his tongue thru my
lips. Fired up, I did not resist and in a flash turned to him reciprocating
his kiss. My nipples hardened against his chest and my pussy dripped my
juice. Although I was hot and asking for penetration, the man told me I
would beg for more. He encircled my nipples sucking and tenderly biting
them building up on my ecstasy. On the verge of coming, I asked for his
manhood again. He refused, rolled me over and laid his body on mine. I
spreaded my legs so his prick were between them. I could feel his pre-cum
wet my folds while he pinched my breasts. I told him I could not stand
anymore and let the strain take me over. For a couple of minutes I shaked
my orgasm without being fucked. After a little rest, I motioned towards
make him come but was stopped. I would be the one to be pleasured that
night. Laying me spread-eagled he positioned himself between my legs and
ate and tongued my pussy. I cried in pleasure feeling he slap the inner
part of my vagina and the clitoris. My juices were slurped until I was
dry. K-Y lubed his prick when I was rolled over. On my knees and elbows, I
felt him press on my budrose, straining it. I was in pain but without mercy
he pushed himself into in one powerful stroke. I felt ripped and
screamed. He waited until I got acquainted to his diameter and started
pumping in and out. Pain subsidized and I started to feel another orgasm
building up. We came together and I could feel his semen flow in my back
channel. When he went out, it flowed out of my butt to the sheets.

Exhausted, I stayed in bed while he got a bath. Returning he asked me to
suck him preparing myself to loose virginity. I felt spent but he wanted my
vagina so much that I complied. We both got hot and I offered myself to him
in moments. He cupped my breasts and I felt the tip of his dick at my
opening. Kindly but with no hesitation he pushed himself into me straining
my himen and finally tearing it down.  It hurt and I cried. Tears of pain
and joy rolled my face down and I kissed him lovingly, thanking for turning
me into a woman. The remaining days we made love many times at different
places.

We came back and Mom amd Dad could see from my face all the happiness I
felt. My brother became my lover, pushing his rod into me every time he
wants to. I have many dates with other men but they cannot touch me
intimately as I reserve myself to my brother.

On one occasion, we were in a farm and saw a horse and a mare fucking. I
got horny instantly and asked him to fuck my brains off. We went to the
barn where he pulled my clothes off and entered me. I was almost getting an
orgasm when a dog approached us. My brother took his prick out while I
begged him to make me come. Grinning, he commanded me to stay layed and
neared the dog. Smelling my womanhood scent, the dog reached me and sniffed
all over. I tried to stand and the man slapped my face ordering me to stay
quiet. The dog slurped my pussy and positioned itself to mount me. His
forepaws were over my breasts. Forward strokes moved him into me. I cried,
ashamed of being fucked by an animal. Moments later, I felt his knot
forcing its entrance at my cunt. It hurt a little but I quickly
adapted. Inside, the dog pumped as I was used to; the only difference was a
growing knot which strengthened my channel almost beyond its limits. I
sweated afraid it would grow more ripping me but soon felt his semen spurt
inside me. His pleasure ended and I waited many minutes more until the dog
ripped me again (this time outwards) when the still swollen knot passed my
entrance.

I looked at my brother who was carrying a movie camera and smiled at me
stating he had recorded all my pleasure. He told me I should obey him from
then on if I wanted him to keep it secret. I cannot afford Mom and Dad
knowing this so I keep doing what he commands me.

From then on I have fucked a lot of men, women and animals. Anyway I
profit either from the money I receive in these occasions or from having my
brother spitting his come on me giving me the most pleasurable moments I
can get.

Roberta