Family Secrets

{Madeline.}"Ava and Jamie are gonna pick me up first and then we'll come get you from dad's house," my brother's voice echoed in my bathroom from my phone which was lying next to the sink. I had my hair twisted loosely around a flat iron. I wanted waves for our night out."What time?" I asked as I loosened my grip on the iron and gently pulled it away from my head. My hair was blonde, with a natural mix of light and dark. It had been years since I last dyed it, having finally decided I liked my natural color best.Teddy sounded like he was eating something as he said, "They're supposed to get to my apartment around eight. So we should be at dad's by eight thirty."Glancing at my phone screen, I saw that it was just past six. That would give me plenty of time to finish getting ready. "Ok, that works," I said as I started winding up the next bunch of hair I wanted to add a wave to. "I should be ready by then."My brother asked, "Aren't you getting ready now?""Yeah?" I answered as I sq

The real shock came when she slowly turned to face the audience once more. Oh wow! That was no woman! It was a dude. And he had a very delicious looking cock hanging between his legs. He was only semi-erect, and I could already tell he would be rather huge at full mast. Just then, I felt something warm wrap itself around my thigh, folding my skirt against my skin. Instinctively, I looked at my lap and saw Teddy's hand resting there. I couldn't help myself, so I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his leg at the same time.After that, my brother and I got a little "handsy" with each other. I think it was pure coincidence that our little physical exchange occurred while the trans woman was on stage, because I don't think she was the official instigator. And it wasn't like I had never touched him before. But there was something different about it tonight. Maybe it was because we had just turned twenty-one. Or maybe it was because we were at a strip club together. Or maybe it was t

My brother slowly pulled his arm away from me, my fingers trailing over his hand and then dropping back into my own lap. His neck bulged outward as he swallowed and then I saw his eyes wander down to my chest where my cleavage was on display. I had to steel myself not to glance down myself. Somehow, I felt certain that the zippers on my shirt had worked their way open as far as they could go. My heart pounded while he took in my feminine body.Teddy cleared his throat, lifting his eyes back to my face. He looked away when he saw me staring and then started pushing himself to his feet while muttering, "I'm... I think I should go to bed."My lips pouted on their own accord, and I could do nothing to stop them from doing so. Disappointment rolled through me in waves. It was so unexpected that I nearly gasped at the onslaught. My head turned, following my brother's ass while he walked down the hall toward his bedroom. The sound of his door closing snapped me out of my trance, at least som

"Hey big brother," she said as she walked up to me. When she was standing right in front of me, she got up on her tiptoes and pursed her lips. Being the subservient brother, I leaned my head down and kissed her on the lips. It was just a peck, and it wasn't sexual in any way. We had been kissing like that for years. But considering the events of last weekend, it felt different tonight."Hey sis," I said back.When she offered her arm, I looped mine through hers, locking our elbows as we started walking down the street toward the club entrance. Once we were inside and past the hostess (she was checking coats since it was cooler outside compared to last weekend), we found a table all the way in the back corner that was mostly out of the lights. It was clear that we had an unspoken agreement to try to avoid notice from our mother. We were merely there to observe and report. Or whatever. You get my point.The same waitress from the other night arrived a few minutes after we sat down. Her

Oh, it wasn't like that night was the first time I had ever entertained thoughts of Teddy in a "not very sisterly" way. But they had never been serious. Never would I have thought to act on those thoughts. They were just flights of fancy. Fantasies. Quiet musings a person might play out in their head during moments of sexual solitude in bed at night. But even then, I don't think I had ever actually thought about him while playing with myself. Until last weekend, that is, when I masturbated on his couch.Unfortunately, the strength of that orgasm had given me a new drive in life. Now that it had happened, it was like when you started peeling a stubborn sticker off a plastic container. Once you had one edge loose, you couldn't help but work at it until the entire thing was removed. Even though we had gotten rather "handsy" at the club that night, I truly don't think it would have escalated like it did if our mother hadn't shown up when she did. Well, maybe that was a lie. I had already