Disclaimer: This is my first time writing an actual non-con scene that isn't a cnc scene with aftercare at the end, and the reason I've avoided it for this long is because I generally write about transfem domme transmasc sub shit because I'm a trans man dating a dominant transfem), and I think it's really important to not demonize trans women more than they already are. However, this time, I'm not writing a cnc roleplay, I'm writing an actual non-con story. So this is an obligatory disclaimer that none of this is real, trans people of any gender are on average far more likely to be sexually assaulted by someone (usually cis btw) than we are to sexually assault anyone, and the group most likely to be sexually assaulted by a trans person is also trans people, not cis people. I'm trans and am writing fetish content for me and my friends/followers to jerk off to. Do not read further into this than necessary. There are no implications, I'm just a slut who has a cnc, femdom and incest fetish. Thanks :)
Elliot was driving on the way home from college, for his first fall break. He did surprisingly well for his first time being away from family. It wasn't too far, only about an hour and a half drive. It was mid afternoon when he arrived home.
"Elliot!" His parents greeted him with the general semi-uncomfortable hugs parents give their children. "We've missed you so much! The house has been so empty without you!"
He smiled at them as they helped to get his bags. It would only be about a week he'd be staying, but it would be a nice break nonetheless. He was rambling to his parents about college and his major when he saw a head peek out from the doorway.
"Leanna?" He called, and she reappeared. His sister, who was a couple of years older than him, stood tall in the doorway. She took the height genes from him, standing at 5'10 as opposed to his 5'1. She had pretty round framed glasses and straight brunette hair. She wasn't wearing anything besides a sports bra and some sweatpants, exposing her tummy to the cool fall air. She walked out to him, gave him a once-over, and pulled him in for a one-armed hug.
"Hey, Elliot. It's been a minute." It had. It had been a couple years since they've seen each other. Leanna had started transitioning in high school when he was younger, and he had as well, but he was 18, and she was 24. She used to bully him a bunch when they were kids. They never really resolved it, he supposed they both just grew out of it. She had been transitioning for a little longer than he had. Still, he privately considered his transition finished after he got top surgery. His bottom dysphoria wasn't so bad after having a good amount of bottom growth, and he didn't really have enough sex to seriously consider a hysterectomy. He had no idea how far Leanna was going to transition, but he didn't really care too much either way. She was his older sister, he didn't have any business knowing what she wanted her bits to look like, in his eyes. "I heard you got top surgery."
Elliot beamed. "Yeah!" He lifted up his shirt, showing off his scars. He was a little chubby, but he didn't mind it too much. Their parents had already gone back inside. He began following suit, turning at Leanna to follow him. "So, you graduated! Computer science, right?"
She nodded. "Yeah, graduated at 21, actually." Oh, right. He had forgotten she did some college classes in high school. She always was an overachiever. "So I've been working for a little while now. Just came to visit for the week to see my baby brother." She nudged him playfully.
He giggled. "I'm not a baby anymore!" He protested half jokingly. "I'm 18!"
She nodded. "Yeah, 18." She looked him up and down for a little too long. "Still a baby to me." They sat down on the couch. "Any cute girls at school? Or guys? Or anyone?"
Elliot shrugged. "I don't really get involved with anyone. I'm too busy with school. Also, my roommate sucks, so I probably couldn't bring a girl home even if I wanted to." He rolled his eyes. He was pretty promiscuous in his later years of high school and over the summer break, but college was daunting. Dating is hard when you're trans!
"Ah, I also had kinda a bitchy roommate." His sister snickered. Before she had the chance to say anything else, their parents entered the room, holding their coats and keys.
"Hey, we're heading out to go grocery shopping, then pick up some dinner for everyone! It'll only be a couple hours, you two be good!" Their mother wagged her finger at them. They waved their parents goodbye.
After the door shut, Lenna turned towards him. "You grew a beard!" She touched the scraggly little beard he'd grown in the couple of years he'd been on T.
"Haha, yeah." He giggled.
"Anything else grow?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, leaning over slightly.
Elliot giggled nervously. "What do you mean, sis?"
"I mean, I've heard of bottom growth, a couple centimeters." She shrugged. "I was wondering if you got anything."
He nodded. "Oh! Yeah, I got way more than a couple centimeters." He bragged. "I got like, 3 inches! It's crazy!"
"Oh, can I see?" Leanna asked.
Elliot froze. "Uh, what?" He gave her a look of confusion.
