Warning! I debated about where to post this story. The fact is I could post this in Transgender & Crossdressers. So this is a warning for those who don't want to read about the protagonist's new sister who used to be his brother. Nonetheless I wrote this story with incest in mind as my preferred taboo so I hope other's will enjoy the story as well in this regard. There will be a second part soon that will finish the story.
I do read every comment so feel free to criticize and give me ideas for the next part. Thanks for reading.
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When my brother came back from college he had changed. I was aware that there had been a change before he arrived. He had told us.
I had just turned 18. He was 23 then and none of us, not my father, not my mother, nor me, had seen him in over four years. He had left to college at 18 but after his first semester he got an opportunity to study abroad. He stayed abroad for the remaining of his education, in Spain.
My parents didn't like this but they couldn't do much about it since he was an adult. He talked to our parents on the phone while away but it wasn't until his final phone call before visiting us that he told them about his change.
He rang the bell and I answered the door. My brother had left over four years ago and now my sister had returned.
I was stunned. I wasn't sure how to react so I didn't react at all for a few seconds, I froze.
"Let me guess? You don't recognize me."
I shook my head and then we hugged. I asked boring questions about the trip absentmindedly. Then my parents came home from the store and hugged Brian and told her how happy they were to her. I remained mostly quiet for the rest of the day.
This was a big change for Brian but I knew he had transitioned. The change however was bigger than I had expected.
"Call me Bree." She told me the next morning at breakfast. I had been quiet the whole day she arrived because I was too concerned about what I was seeing.
First of all her voice was soft, which I didn't recognize on my brother. She was about my height, skinny, and pale white. She had a tattoo with a Chinese symbol on her left arm. She had a nice figure. There was the subtle curve of her breasts. She had boobs. These weren't gigantic but many girls would envy them. When she picked up her luggage her blouse had allowed me a peak at the new cleavage.
I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. It was all natural flesh. She had a small waist and then came the kicker.
My brother had an average dude's body though I never paid any attention to it. The woman eating at my table didn't. The best way to describe it is my calling it a plump butt. She had been wearing leggings when she showed up and her raised and rounded butt drew my attention right away.
This morning she was wearing gray drawstring track shorts. They displayed her womanly sharp legs.
After breakfast I couldn't help myself but peek at the back. The shorts covered her butt but there was something too tempting about the way they stopped just under the butt cheeks. When she walked her ass cheeks stretched and shaped her shorts and I was stupidly caught staring down when she turned around.
Nothing was said but it bothered me to have been caught staring.
These thoughts were plaguing me. The days went by and I had to start avoiding her. I mean, we're family. Besides, I'm not gay and well, I don't know what's going on at the front end. I felt confusedly and aroused throughout my days.
Why was she so careless? At home she wore mostly small shorts and thin blouses. Her nipples were visible at times.
One day she came up from behind me, slapped my ass, and then put her arm around me. By this point I was talking to her like a normal human being. We laughed and then I put my arm around her lower back. We joked and then she turned away from me. I slapped her butt.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed. She twisted her upper body around, her head turning towards me while her butt remained in the same spot. I liked the expression of pretended pain in her face. She was pretty, I noticed. She placed her hand down over the butt cheek I had just slapped.
"That better not leave a mark!" And she raised her short's 'sleeve' enough for her ass cheek to come into view. It was a little red. "My skin is so pale see, now my cheek is red."
"It's gonna be alright. I'll even it out if you want me to." I blurted out.
She smiled. "I'll make you pay for this." And she walked away.
What did I say? This small interaction gave me a lot to think about. What had my intentions been by that comment? I went on worrying and trying to not think about the reactions my dick was having on a daily basis.
She helped Mom wash the dishes. I'd make excuses to go into the kitchen and glance at her ass as they spoke. She would shake her butt from side to side as she spoke. Was she doing that for me?
It was a daily routine they had. Washing dishes, mother and daughter. Then one day I came into the kitchen, they didn't turn around. Bree's left hand grabbed her hip and pulled her shorts up revealing some skin. She knew I was watching, I was sure. But then the real shock came over me when she laughed and her right hand moved to rest on Mom's hip and then drop down on Mom's ass.
As I was walking away I noticed a small squeeze she gave her.
Then one day she moved.
She found a job a week after arriving home and weeks later Bree moved to her own place. We visited her as a family a couple times and then I didn't see her for a little while. Mom visited her regularly by herself and often talked about her at home.
Her absence didn't help. I began to think about her more and more.
I wasn't the master of my brain.
So I paid her a visit.
"Hey!" She greeted me at the door.
"Hey." I replied shyly. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"That's just the TV. Come inside."
She was wearing pink sweatpants and a small blouse that ended on her belly button. The sweatpants were a bit baggy except for her butt area where the flesh inside stretched the pants to the shape of her butt.
"I'm not doing anything right now, just bored so I'm glad you came."
We walked towards the kitchen. "So what's it like to have a house."
"Oh, it was exciting just at first. What would you like to drink?"
"Oh, just water would be fine." She opened her fridge and pulled out a water bottle for me and a corona beer glass bottle for herself.
"You're a drinker now." I observed.
"I've been a drinker for a while. A lot has changed little brother." She smiled. "Anyways, it's really exciting having a new house at first but now it's kind of a pain."
"How so?"
"It's expensive for one. And then the fact is I don't really need all this space. I have three bedrooms and for what?"
"You never know who'll come visit."
"That's what I thought but mostly people don't stay overnight. This house is meant for more people."
"There you go, then I can be the one who stays here overnights."
"You are welcomed any time."
"What about work? Do you like it?"
"For the most part. There's a couple assholes at work but assholes are everywhere."
"Yea, they're everywhere. There's two here right now."
"That's true but some assholes are prettier than others."
I laughed. "Hah, and are there two pretty assholes here or is one prettier than the other?"
"Well, I like to brag sometimes and between you and me I have one very pretty butthole. I'd be surprised if you had something to compete."
I didn't know where this was going and I didn't know what more to say. I had been thinking about that butt for too long and the subject had to be changed or else...
"Are those 'assholes' at work gonna cause problems?"
"Problems for me? I don't think so. You should understand something about me. I've been around men all my life. I know how they are and how they act when they think no one is around. I know how horny and stupid they act, I have a dick too..." I blushed at hearing this. "But I'm a woman now so I have to experience the other side of it. The usual stuff women get. These asshole are not actually doing anything dramatic, it's just the offhand comments.
"'You look beautiful today Bree', the way they look at me. One of them is my boss and he's been calling me to his office for no good reason. He makes me serve him water every time I'm there and thinks I don't notice that I have to bend down and stick my ass out towards him while I do it. He ogles me."
"That's stuff I never have to deal with." I said.
"Yes. It's just the work environment. I don't want to get involved with anyone I work with. It usually ends badly."
"Why would you get involved with them? Don't you hate them?."
"It depends. One coworker I do like."
"So are you... um." I hesitated.
"Gay? I'm your sister John. You can ask me anything. And yes and no. I'm a woman, so no I'm not gay if I have relationships with a guy, and yes I'm gay if I have relationships with a girl."
"If?" I smiled.
"If. There's still boundaries. I've been away for a while so you'll get to know me better."
I continued my visits thus for the next few weeks. We got along well but after a while I had to admit it to myself. Lust was building up in me.
So one evening I decided to stay over at her place. She went off to shower while I watched TV on the living room. I stumbled upon a show we used to watch before. When she came out of the shower and into the living room she was wearing shorty shorts like the ones used for track and field. Black ones that allowed me to admire her smooth legs and a simple yellow blouse.
She saw what I was watching. "I love this show." Then proceeded by moving between the TV and me and dropping down.
First she knelt facing me. This caught my attention right away. The way she looked at me was strange. It wasn't a blank stare, it was calling for my attention and daring me with her eyes. So she turned around and dropped down on her belly.
So she lay down on the floor between the couch and the TV. It took me no time to forget about the TV. The shorts lifted up a bit to reveal the very bottom of her recently showered butt cheeks. There, flat on the floor, her butt stood out. It was beautiful and full. Plump. A bubble butt, whatever you want to call it.
