Crossdress Brother 소설 & 이야기

“Relax, big brother. I don’t have time to steal your precious mate.” I clenched my fists, watching as he adjusted his suit jacket, his usual arrogance slipping back into place like a shield. “But let’s get one thing straight,” he continued, his tone lighter now, almost amused. “I may have been born Caleb Kane, but I’ll die as Nathan Cross. I don’t need a pack, and I sure as hell don’t need a long-lost brother.” He turned for the door, but just before he left, he glanced back over his shoulder.

He said this while rubbing his thumb across his forehead. "Exactly!" I said. "Exactly, so you must wear her clothes so no one will doubt you!" He showed me his finger while saying. "Hell with these people, but I'm not comfortable wearing someone else's clothes!" I argued. "She is your sister!" He rolled his eyes. "Can you wear your brother's clothes?" I crossed my arms over my chest and asked him back while looking at him. "Both are different!" He rolled his eyes once more at me—huh!

He looked extremely angry. The stranger shrugged. “She insisted. You know how she gets.” I cleared my throat as I felt uncomfortable listening in on their conversation. “Uhm, I’ll get going now.” “Pardon my manners,” the stranger said as he turned to me and stretched his hand out for a handshake. “I’m Drew, his brother. I’ve heard so much about you.” What? Knox has a brother? They look nothing alike, Knox is hard, doesn’t smile while Drew looks carefree and happy like he hasn’t had a single bad day in his whole life.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

Why does he have to say it like that…like this really meant something. Chill out, Nina. It's just dick. My stepbrother's dick. Fuck. I run my fingers through my hair. I hate how it curls up when it's wet. “We have bigger problems than your lust, Mr. Cross.” I turn to him. “I still don't have any clothes.” He pushes off the bed and crosses the room to the giant wardrobe. My eyes linger on his back, on how his muscles ripple under his shirt with each movement. Why does he have to be so fucking hot?

His crucifix is old, almost tarnished by rust, but I've seen this exact cross around Erden’s neck. He was wearing it the same day he walked into the elevator with me. What's the possibility that his man would be wearing the exact same thing? I don't believe in coincidences. He notices. His eyes narrow slightly as he reaches up to tuck it back under his shirt. “You recognize it,” he says. I force myself to nod, though my throat feels tight. “Erden wears one like that.” He leans back slowly. “Of course he does. He's my brother. It's a gift from our mother. Our brother Aksel has a ring.”

"He reminds me of my other big brother that was killed by the vampires. Whenever I have nightmares I always come to Creed and he lets me sleep next to him and tells me stories. None of my other brothers and sister here do that for me." "I promise I'll try," I said and her eyes lit up with hope and she smiled from ear to ear deep dimples forming on her cheeks. "But I'd like to take a shower first if that's possible. Do you think your brother would mind if I stole some of his clothes?" I asked and she giggled. "Nope," she said. I ruffled her hair and went over to Creed's drawers. I pulled open one drawer that had piles of black and grey pants and shirts only. I helped myself to his black shirt

She is so well dressed; she looks like a doll to me. I put on my sleepwear and then went out to see Ailey; just as I was leaving, Ailey came out, ran downstairs, and then I was surprised. I walk to Xyan’s room. Tomorrow, my horny brother will do something stupid. Taking off my shirt dawned on me. My brother is a stripper, which he inherited from his beautiful sister. “Xyan! What did you do to your girlfriend!?” He didn’t answer me; it was stupid that he still had his pants off and insisted on being a nudist. When I see the video, I will sell it to the dead.

, I mumbled. "You don't like it?" "It's not like that...I…" My brother asked, "What? Are you still looking?... Oh. You already took it?" He took the dress from me and looked at it and said, "She doesn't wear like this." And left. He asked me slowly, "Don't your brother allow you to dress like this?... It's fine. Let's try some other dresses." "Now? Where are we going next?", Eddy asked me.

I call out, grasping the bust of my dress and tugging it up a fraction. From the mirror I watch Ayawamat enter my room, his eyes widening as he spots me. “Wow…Orenda…you look stunning,” he breathes out. I smile at his reflection, “You look quite dashing yourself.” Ever the standout, my brother is dressed in a matching suit jacket and pants with a green, pink, white and blue gradient over a green turtleneck that perfectly matches his rainbow leather pointed-toe dress shoes. Sometimes I think my brother should have been made into a peacock instead of a raitruum.