Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 14:25:50 -0500
From: a a <anothernifty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris's Little Brother Ch 3 (transgender-young friends)

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Chris's Little Brother

3. Nachos


They ride their bikes to the pool. Joe insisted on carrying all the
bags. He cleverly put them all into the bigger bag and rode with them
wedged carefully into the white plastic bucket between his handlebars. They
ride over the gray asphalt, the multicolored streamers from Joe's
handlebars blow lazily in the hot wind.
	Along the way they stop at the drug store and Mary says she is
going to run in real quick. She'll be right back. So Joe waits with their
bikes on the curb by the sliding glass door. He watches cars swoosh by on
the long gray road. He looks at all their faces some even notice him as
they continue on in their life; connected with him for that small flicker
of a moment.
	The doors slide open and Joe looks over at Mary carrying a bottle
of water and a small white bottle. Here. She puts the white bottle into the
basket with the other goodies. She cracks the bottle and takes a big sweaty
drink. It's hot. She gives the bottle to her brother who takes a large
drink as well.  They're both drenched in sweat by the time they reach the
pool. Joe takes the bag and the white bottle from his basket. Mary pays and
leads him into the girls changing room. Joe takes his new swimming suit
from the bag and looks at the other girls changing into and out of their
clothes. Mary strips off her wet shirt and reveals the bikini she had on
underneath. She apparently had swimming in mind before they left the house.
	She notices his hesitation. Tells him not to worry. Tells him he's
just one of the girls. She leans in and whispers except you have a
penis. Joe watches as she pulls off her shorts. The green bikini beneath
gets pulled slightly aside and he can see her bald pubic area. Which looks
much better then those nasty black hairs like the Mommy has. He looks
around at the other girls observing their bodies in various states of
nakedness. The fake blond with her pants off helping her young daughter
into her cute one piece. The bigger sister beside her with her pale butt
pointing at him. Mary nudges him on the shoulder. Tells him to stop
gawking, it's rude. Turning his back to them he reaches up under the yellow
dress and pulls his new panties down. He steps out of them and into the red
bikini. It fits perfectly. He pulls the dress up over his head and Mary
helps tie the top to his chest. He feels uncomfortable showing so much of
his body to all the strangers at the pool. He tries to walk confidently
like Mary.
	They find a spot in the sun. Mary squirts the lotion on her
skin. Would you get my back?
	Sure. Joe notices the life guard staring at him. Joe meets his eye
and he looks away quickly. Joe realizes that he was staring at his ass. The
feeling makes him smile and forget about all the other people for a
moment. He squeezes out a string of lotion down her back and hands her the
bottle back. He rubs the lotion into her back noticing for the first time
that she has a lot of freckles around her shoulders. He looks around at the
other people splashing in the pool. Kids yelling and diving into the cool
refreshing water. Fat people float on inter tubes spinning lazily under the
scorching sun. Mary hands him the lotion and tells him to turn around. She
rubs the left over lotion from her hands into his shoulders. He squirts
some into his hand and rubs his stomach and chest. Mary holds out her hand
and Joe squirts some lotion into it. She continues working it into his back
which feels really good, like a massage.
	He notices the life guard staring at him again. They make eye
contact and the life guard smiles, Joe feels flattered. He smiles back and
checks him out. Sun bleached blond shaggy hair, bronze skin and sexy muscle
definition. His bright blue eyes fixed on him. Maybe Chris's age or a year
younger. Mary says she's done with his back. He nonchalantly turns so that
his little butt points towards the life guard. He bends over rubbing lotion
on his legs. He looks behind him as he finishes his calves and feet and
catches him staring at his butt. They smile at each other and giggle.
	Mary says something lost in the murmur of the public pool and jumps
straight into the deep end. She sinks into the cool depths and rises back
up into the sun and air. Cool and comfortable she motions for Joe to get
in. He doesn't want to ruin his make up by jumping in so he walks awkwardly
into the pool from the shallow end. His body tense against the chill as he
wades out into the water waist deep. He keeps walking deeper until he's up
to his neck and his body slow relaxes and accepts the sudden change. Relief
from the heat. He leans his back against the side of the pool and looses
himself in the moment. The cool water encasing him, the loud jumble of
multiple conversations, the occasional kids screaming, splashing and the
merciless sun blazing down on them. Mary splashes him.
	Stop. He wines.
	Mary smirks and calls him a sissy mimicking his wine.
	I don't want my make up ruined. She splashing him again. She says
he sweated it off already. That changes things. Joe dunks his face and
pushes his hair back. They splash each other for awhile. Mostly they lean
against the side quietly staying cool.
	Mary wants to get some nachos from the concession stand. They both
hop quickly over the burning concrete on the balls of their feet and sit in
the shaded table area. The pool water drips from the bodies and puddles
beneath the plastic coated wire mesh picnic tables. They pick chips out
from under the yellow layer of cheese, brown meat and jalapenos. Mary says
the life guard has been looking at him. Joe blushes happily. Mary measures
his expression and sees how flattered he is.
	He doesn't like me, I'm a boy. He likes me cause he thinks I am a
girl. Joe crunches a chip into his mouth. Tasty.
	She chews her mouthful, Exactly. She bites another chip with a loud
crunch. He likes what he sees. Mary crunches down on another chip as the
life guard appears, shirtless, tan, young, strong and sexy. Joe stops
chewing with another chip halfway to his mouth. He says hi and introduces
himself. Said his name was Stan. He offers his hand to Joe and looks
expectantly at him. Joe is overwhelmed with his body, voice and
attention. As if his mind short circuited he stares into his bright and
pale blue eyes. Lost.
	Her name is Joe. Mary lightly kicks his foot breaking the
spell. Joe catches up to the etiquette required and offers his hand but
there's a chip in it. He puts the chip in his mouth and takes his
hand. Their palms brush together softly as he firmly shakes Joe's small
pruned hand.
	Hi Joe.
	Hi. Embarrassed he chews the chip. Feeling like an idiot.
	Stan shakes Mary's hand and she introduces herself. Can I have a
chip? Stan doesn't wait for the response and snatches one with a large
jalapeno on it. Which is fine to Joe since they're too hot for him, and so
is the heat and so is he. Joe's mind suddenly turns back on as he checks
Stan out in closer detail. He just wants to trace his muscles with his soft
fingertips. Joe looks down to his crotch and makes out the bulge of his
penis hidden behind his shorts. The thought of his penis makes his cheeks
blush and feel slightly light headed. He tries to hide his arousal by
eating another chip.
	Stan the lifeguard makes small talk about the weather. Yes it is
hot. He inquires about their age. Mary says 13. Which is a lie but if Mary
wants him to think that it's ok with Joe. Stan says he is 15. Says he hates
school but loves football and wrestling. Joe has never been good at
sports. Mary says she has to go to the little girls room. She leaves Joe
suddenly very alone and floundering through the awkward social interaction.
	Stan sits on the table next to him. His feet are up on the bench
and his legs are spread. In the corner of Joe's eye he can see up the leg
of his shorts. He feels Stan's blue eyes visually massaging him. Joe shyly
meets his eyes. I saw you see me watching you put on your sun lotion. They
both laugh at how silly that statement was. Joe takes a tiny bite off a
chip under the heavy awkward silence.
	Stan looks around at the other people apparently loosing interest
in him. Joe can't help himself. He leans back enough to look down the leg
of his shorts. Down in the back, away from the sun Stan's soft white dick
hangs in it's small nest of pubes. Looks smaller then Chris's but just as
tasty. He touches Stan's leg and feels the strong calf muscle. Stan
immediately whips his eyes back on to Joe. It's hard beneath his hand not
soft and squishy like his own. You're very strong.
	Thank you. He grins vainly and flexes his biceps. Joe feels his
strong arms and shoulders. Imagining what being held in his arms whilst
being fucked would feel like.
	Hey Stan!
	Stan pulls his attention away and looks at an older man. Very tan
and wearing red shorts and a red hat, white strip down the bridge of his
nose whistle around his neck. He points to his watch and Stan says he has
to go. Says his breaks over. Joe says bye. Stan says he will keep his eye
on her.
	Her...Joe sighs into his chips. Mary reappears. How did it go?
	I wish I didn't have a penis.
	Mary's heart melts. She sits on the bench next to him and hugs
him. You know some boys become girls.
	Hope surges up through the hopeless depths of his
depression. Really?
	Yeah. It's like a whole process and it takes awhile. But, yeah. In
the end they have boobs and a...Mary points to her crotch and says, A
Woohoo.
	Joe giggles. Mary takes another chip. The crunch has started to
stale. Ugh, these are getting nasty. Joe nods and leans back from the
table. Mary takes his hand, Lets get some sun.
	They go back to their area where the bags are and Mary pulls out a
couple of beach towels.
	Where did you get those?
	Mary lays hers out flat and smooths all the wrinkles out of it. The
bags.
	But we didn't buy any towels.
	Mary lies down on her back eyes closed. If she doesn't want to talk
about it that's alright with him. He unfolds the towel and lays back. The
bright sun envelops them. Joe feels sleepy after his chips and finds
himself drifting off into the soft oblivion of rest.
	Mary shakes him awake and tells him he should roll over. Let the
sun cook his pale back too. Joe has no idea how long he was napping. He
rolls over and puts his head on his arms. The pool crowd has thickened
some. The chaotic pool soundtrack lulls his heavy eyelids lower. Safe in
the anonymity of the crowd. The sun saps his energy and he slips away.
	Some passing kids trample Joe and alarm him back into
consciousness. The two brats don't even apologize. They scamper off
carelessly knocking into everyone and their stuff before their path of
destruction ends at the edge of the pool. Where they both stop looking into
the shimmering depths. One kid pushes the other one in and he turns and
grabs him and they fall in together. Little shits.
	Joe sits up and yawns. Hot and sweaty he grabs the bottle of water
next to Mary. She breathes softly as she lays on her stomach. Arms and legs
strait out besides her, head turned to the side. A little tuft of hair had
fallen over her face and it puffs out with ever breath. Joe lightly pushes
it back off her face.
	Tired from the nap and the sun he cools off in the pool. The sudden
chill shocks him and soothes him at the same time. He pulls himself up on
the side of the pool and lets his legs dangle in the water. He leans back
on his arms and notices Stan the lifeguard staring openly at him. Joe feels
the flush of flattery creep back up into his cheeks under the fresh layer
of water dripping off him. Joe smiles and waves at him. Stan waves
back. Another life guard approaches the life guard chair and Stan climbs
down and the other takes his place. Joe watches as he bounces and does a
double flip off the diving board, parting the water with minimal
splash. After a few moments Joe doesn't see his head pop up. Time stretches
and every passing moment Joe thinks that maybe he hit his head on the
bottom of the pool and has drowned. He looks at the other life guard who is
busy staring at a group of girls beside him. No signs of anyone
reacting. No hero's or screaming women. Just pool people swimming. Joe sits
up and looks around worried just as Stan pops up right between his legs
with his big smile. Stan wipes the water from his eyes and smooths his hair
back.
	You see my dive?
	Relief washes over him. Yeah. It was really good. Hardly a splash.
	Thanks. Stan wipes a few drops from his eyes and scans the crowd
again. Joe looks at his head between his knees and the red ruffle bathing
suit. He feels his little penis harden. Curious. It rarely does that on its
own. But Joe knows it's so small it will hardly make a bulge. Even so he is
glad for the ruffle flap that comes down over it.
	Joe likes the view of Stan between his legs and the secret of
knowing his penis is hard. You can hold your breath for a long time.
	That's nothing I've held my breath for way longer then that. My
record is like 3 minutes.
	Wow. That's long. Joe bites the corner of his lower lip thinking
how sexy he is.
	Want to time me?
	Joe shrugs and scoots up to the edge of the pool. Ok.
	Ok. Stan bobs up and down. One. He pushes his air out of his
lungs. Two.  He bobs up and sucks in a deep breath.
	Joe pushes his head down under the water playfully, Three.
	Stan pops up quickly smiling big. He pulls Joes legs and he slides
off into the water with a girly yelp. Stan ducks him playfully. Joe laughs
happily under the blue water of the pool. He stands up against Stan's
strong body, laughing. Stan playfully splashes him and he turns away with
water in his eyes. Stan moves in close and Joe feels a hard feeling push up
against his butt. Stan reaches around to his ribs and tickles him. Joe
giggles and laughs and squirms against Stan's hard cock. Instinctively he
pushes his butt back against Stan's hard penis and looks back over his
shoulder with a little moan. Stan stops tickling him and lets Joe rub his
ass against him.
	Stan leans close to Joe's ear, lips brushing against his lobe. I
know a little spot around the corner where we can be alone.
	Joe nods. Excitement floods his small body. The butterflies in his
stomach flutter furiously. His face is hot as he follows Stan the lifeguard
around behind the storage area. He stops and pulls him into his strong arms
and pushes his tongue inside Joe's mouth. Joe submits in Stan's strong arms
and melts into the kiss. He pushes his tongue back against Stan's. Stan
walks Joe back up against the wall of the storage building and grips his
soft ass with both hands, caressing them. He reaches under the ruffly flap
and inside his suit, firmly kneading his ass. Joe moans like Chris
likes. He can't help it. He feels Stan's hard cock pressed against his
waist.
	He needs to feel it. He looks into Stan's eyes as he reaches inside
his warm trunks and grabs his hard hot cock in his little soft hand. His
eyes stay closed as he licks Joe's tongue. He traces the length. Not as
large as Chris's but still super fucking sexy. He stops kissing him and
looks down pulling his cock out of his shorts. Beautiful. Circumsized and
pale with a light pink head. Joe loves the shape and texture of a hard
penis. Stan lifts his bikini top over his hard nipple and sucks on it. Joe
moans at the suction sending shocks through his body. He rubs Stans
cock. Stan sucks his other hard nipple and kisses him. Joe melts again into
the kiss and feels Stan pushing him down on his shoulders.
	He looks Stan in the eyes as he lets himself be lowered to his
knees. He knows what he wants. And Joe really wants this cock in his
mouth. Joes jaw drops open and he keeps eye contact with Stan as he pulls
his shorts down over his pale waist. The smell fills him like
pheromones. He stars drooling reflexively and rubs his face against his
cock and balls inhaling him. Stan grips his head gently but firmly and
leads his mouth to his balls. Joe stares into his blue eyes as he sucks
each testicle into his mouth and tugs back on it. Joe can see that he
really liked that. Stan sticks his chin out some and rubs his cock over
Joes face while he sucks his sack; lost in the smell and sensation.
	Stan pushes Joes mouth off his balls and to his cock. But he keeps
it just out of reach. Joe tries to lick the tip with his tongue. Joe rubs
Stans balls and strokes his cock with the other. Eager to get it in his
mouth he pulls Stan closer to him by his cock. He wraps his lips around the
smooth head. The flavor of precum teases his taste buds. Stan pulls his
cock out of Joes mouth making him involuntarily start chasing it with his
mouth. But Stan teasingly pulls it away.
	Please Stan. Joe opens his mouth and tries to swallow his cock but
Stan pulls it away again and asks, Please what?
	Joe swells with pride at knowing the right answer for these
moments. He knows what his Brother Chris would want to hear. Please let me
suck your cock. He gives it back and Joe ravenously devours it. Gorging on
his masculine mystique. Joe sucks his cock like Chris loves. He rubs his
balls and strokes him with the other. It took a lot of practice to develop
his coordination but he is grateful for it as he looks up into Stan's
face. He loves the feeling of being able to please him like this. The look
on his face contents him and makes him starve for more. Joe
enthusiastically sucks Stan.
	Stan pulls his cock out of Joes mouth and strokes his cock right
around the base of the head. He says, Open your mouth. Joe opens his mouth
to catch his cum. He stares up into Stan's face relishing the look of his
orgasm. He purses his lips as he says, Oh yeah! He shoots a spurt of hot
cum across Joes face and into his hair. Another across his nose and onto
his eye. He flinches and peeks out with his other eye. He watches as Stan
pushes the tip of his cock into Joes willing and thirsty mouth. He moans as
he shoots spurt after spurt into his mouth. The delicious flavor fills his
mouth and he lets it all pool in his mouth like Chris likes. When finally
he finishes Joe shows him all the cum in his mouth.
	That's so fucking hot. I wish I had my cell to take a pic. Swallow
it. Joe obliges happily and shows him his clean mouth. Tada!
	Stan pulls Joe to his feet and turns him around. Stan rubs his cock
against his ass. Stan pulls the waist down and Joe panics that he will
notice his small hard cock. Luckily Stan just pulled it down over his pale
ass. Stan rubs his cock between his ass cheeks. Joe loves the feel of his
freshly sucked cock still wet sliding between his cheeks. He pushes his ass
back against him and leans forward against the wall. Stan grabs Joes
breasts, or at least where his breasts would be if he had them. His hands
squeeze firmly around his hard sensitive nipples under his red bikini
top. Joe needs him inside. He reaches back and spreads his ass apart
submissively. He turns his head back, Please fuck me in the ass. Joe can
feel himself dilating in preparation for his cock.
	You want it in your ass?
	Yes. Please. Joe reaches around and points Stans cock to his
opening.
	Stan excitedly rubs some of his spit on the tip of his cock and
pushes it up against Joes sphincter. It pops off a couple of times because
he's so tight. Joe remembers to relax. He takes a deep breath to steady his
beating heart. His breath has been in short sharp gasps. He's light headed
with lust. Stan pushes the tip inside him and Joe pushes back firmly. He
shoves in half the size and Joe moans with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
	Your ass feels so fucking good. Stan shoves his cock the rest of
the way inside. Joe can feel the hairs tickle him as he fully penetrates
him. Not as deep as Chris but good enough. Joe moans his girly moans
pushing his ass back. Stan feels Joes chest where his breasts would be. He
starts thrusting back against Joe harder as he thrusts into him. The
combined force making that super hot smacking sound. Joe feels Stan's balls
smacking up against his own tiny ones. He loses himself in the
penetration. He moans with every full stroke just like Chris would like.
	Stan holds him close in his strong arms and leans his chest on Joes
back. Joe submits in still acceptance. Comforted in the feeling of giving
himself over to be used as pleasure. Joe hears himself moaning just like
those girls in the movies, he can't help it. Stan breathes heavy in his ear
squeezing him tighter as he urgently shoves himself inside Joe. And then
there is that throbbing feeling and the warm cum spill inside him. Stan
shoves his waist forward making him as deep as he can be, just like Chris
does. Joe gasps from the warmth of his cum filling his ass. Joe has always
loved that feeling.
	Stan turns Joes head back and they kiss while slowly humping his
juicy ass.
	What the fuck!
	They both turn at the direction of the voice.
	Did you just fuck him? The girl slaps Joe in the face knocking him
to the ground.
	Stan laughs at the violence and watches with his cock still poking
up from his shorts shiny and fresh from Joe's ass. Joe is in shock,
speechless as the sting of the slap reddens on his face. Some angry girl
stands above him with her hands on her hips staring daggers down at
him. She's dressed in a smart string bikini. She has her long blond hair
braided in pigtails. A small swath of freckles cover her nose and cheek
bones. Her cold blue eyes blaze with anger.
	Joe feels the warm trail of cum dripping from his puckered ass. He
pulls his bikini back up over his ass trying not to cry from the pain and
embarrassment. This slut has cum dripping from her ass. She puts her foot
on Joes face and grinds it into the grass. Next time you ask my permission
before you fuck my boyfriend, slut. Joe apologizes and cries. His tears
leek from his eyes and into the soil smearing mud on his face. He
ineffectually attempts to push her foot off. She raises her foot and points
her toes at his mouth. Suck my big toe like you sucked my boyfriends
cock. Afraid of being hurt worse he opens his mouth and she slides her big
toe inside his warm mouth. She smirks sadistically as she pushes her toe in
and out. Joe looks up her long perfectly tan and muscular leg and notices a
damp patch in the center of her bikini. The taste of her toes disgusts
him. The feel of her toe nail slightly scraping against his tongue makes
him want to retch all over her perfect pedicure. He wonders how much longer
she is going to make him suck her toe when a shadow falls across his
face. His eyes adjust too slowly to see who this new person is. The mean
girl shrieks and grabs her face taking her foot away.
	You bitch.
	The dark shadow swings its arm and the mean girl falls to the
ground holding her face and crying. Joe feels a mocking smirk stretch
across his face. Delighted to see her making the same face and in the same
pose as himself. Joe stands up and looks for his hero. Stan is no where to
be seen.
	If you ever touch my sister again I'll bite your goddamn nipples
off! Mary stands over the mean girl as she cringes away and covers her tiny
breasts. Mary smooths back Joe's hair and looks at his face. You ok?
	Yeah. I'm fine.
	Sure?
	Yes. But, Wow. You're fucking awesome. You're my hero.
	Mary glares at the mean girl as she gets up and scampers away
glaring hatefully back at them. Joe cringes away into the safe presence of
his sister. When she had disappeared Mary asks what that was all about. Joe
tells her that she caught Stan and him kissing.
	Kissing?! She cocks her eyebrows up in little sharp peeks.
	Yeah.
	Mary takes Joes wrist and places his hand on the spot of cum in his
hair and on his face. It's ok. You don't have to lie to me. If you don't
want to tell me don't.
	Sorry.
	I love you. Mary holds Joe in a firm hug. Joe holds her back
tightly savoring this unfamiliar feeling.
	I love you too. You're the best sister anyone has ever had. The
hold each other behind the storage shed under the burning sun. The hot wind
stirs around them lightly playing with Mary's hair.
	Come on we should go.