Developing Feelings for My Transgender Sibling
Today had to be among the most awful days of my life. My bully Jason gave me a couple of punches more than usual and pulled my pants down in front of many classmates, exposing what could barely be called a 'cock.' I knew my cock was pathetic, really not many men are just an inch when erect. When I thought my safety was in my own home, I saw my big sis Sara fucking her huge cock in and out of the girl I've been in love with since kindergarten.
Kaylee, with her long brown hair and stormy grey eyes, was the major crush of everyone in our school. She had an incredible figure, with a perfect hourglass shape and marvelous breasts and hips. Not just me, she attracted many eyes. But, my issue wasn't her irresistibility; it was me being the most inferior.
Indeed, the reason for my inadequacy, if we talk about my cock, is that I come from a family consisting of futanari women. Our family, everyone, had unusually large cocks, combined with exquisite figures, a high sex drive, and, unfortunately, an incest fetish. But, the men in our family, like us, had embarrassingly tiny cocks and feminine bodies. And yes, we also had great physiques.
I had long, black hair and bright blue eyes, a slender feminine body, and a massive ass my sister sometimes called the 'movie star figure.' Although I've been cleanly shaved all over (as I do not grow too much body hair), the others perceived me as a woman.
My big sis Sara had even longer black hair than mine, with brown eyes. She had huge boobs, making many women jealous, even our mom. Her ass wasn't that big, not caring much about it. When people mentioned her lack of ass, she'd always brandish her outrageously large cock with immense balls.
"Hey there, my little brother. How did school go?" she asked casually, as if what she was doing could be regarded normal. Kaylee moaned loudly, her spittle dripping to the floor.
"Why her, Sara? You knew how I felt about her! I hate you!" I screamed out while shedding tears, never mentioning that nickname.
"Because she's fucking hot as hell! And what else would I be doing? I have standards, you know." she scoffed.
"Cumming... Cumming." Kaylee moaned weakly, her body shaking violently as a large spout of semen drenched my sister's abs. My heart literally ached for the minuscule size of my cock. It was pathetic to feel turned on while watching my sister and my lifetime crush.
"Pup, you're not broken. We can't control whom we get aroused by. I didn't mean to harm you." Sara sighed sitting next to me. I knew she was telling the truth. I'd always been able to freely share my emotions with her. But it was slow torture, now feeling worse.
Embracing me, our bodies became as close as possible. Thankfully, her comfort calmed me. It always helped. [Perfect definition of comfort in previous line - Relief gained through the alleviation of distress; release from pain or discomfort; ease, freedom from anxiety]
