Crossdress Brother Novels & Stories

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.

Jake laughed behind me, shrugging his shoulders. “You should see the yacht my brother has – that is huge!” He stated. “I was thinking that we could travel out to one of the nearby coves. It has some good spots to anchor. We can swim if you want, eat, or whatever else you want to do.” He moved closer to me as he spoke, wrapping his arms around my waist. I had my back to him when he spoke, looking out at the ocean, so his hands were on my stomach. He moved his hands slowly down my stomach, stopping right before they reached my bikini bottoms through my dress. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath in anticipation until he stopped.

“You don’t have to stick to it word for word, but it’s solid. Keep your focus on the truth, not the noise. You owe them nothing but clarity.” She accepted the papers but didn’t look down at them. “Thank you, Adrian. For all of it.” He nodded, the faintest warmth softening his lawyer’s precision. “We protect our own.” Then Alexander lifted a hand, signaling the room to settle. Cameras were adjusted, microphones positioned, and the hum of reporters quieted to a tense silence. He stepped to the podium first. “Good morning,” he began, his voice calm, his presence commanding. “My name is Alexander Cross, and as head of the Cross family’s business affairs, I’m here to address the recent rumors and

Xavier walked into the kitchen shirtless and Neveah pointed to him without turning around. "Have you met the man whore I call my older brother?" she asked me I stifled a laugh as Xavier looked at me and pulled his scarf out his pocket. He whipped Neveah on her shoulder. "Of course she's met me and no I'm not a man whore but unfortunately I'm your brother." Xavier groaned "Oh C. I'm going out tomorrow so take over. I'm re-piercing my ear as its closing backup" "Alright." Crissy said "Be a man and bear the pain."

We'd been inseparable ever since. "Okay," Sloane said, pulling clothes out of bags. "I got you basics. Jeans, sweaters, a couple of dresses in case we go out. Underwear because I know you didn't pack any. And toiletries because Mason's idea of guest amenities is overpriced wine and a single bar of soap." "Sloane. This is too much." "It's not. Shut up." I sat down on the bed and watched her organize everything. My chest ached with something I couldn't name. Gratitude, maybe. Or guilt. Because here she was, buying me clothes and finding me places to stay, and I was secretly in love with her brother.

I nodded and took the jar of cream from his hands, he untwisted the lip and dipped his fingers into the thick cream before he started massaging it into his arms, his muscles shined and when his eyes grazed back to me, I fumbled with the jar and hastily dug into the cream before starting on my own arms as I tried to focus on the task at hand. Once we were done, he got down on one knee, "what are you doing?" I asked in a horrified voice, he grabbed the pair of lacy black panties, and held them open for me to step into. "Put it on." I shook my head, my wet hair, causing my lubricated skin to itch. He grabbed my leg and lifted it, I stumbled backwards but he caught me, firmly holding my leg as I

He stared at me for almost a minute before he burst out laughing. “Of course I have siblings, Riri.” “It's just weird because you've never spoken about them, and I haven't seen them compared to Massimo.” He nodded. “My elder sister owns a hospital in Italy. She resides there. My brother is a drug addict slash loan shark. And my elder brother is dead.” My hand slowly went up to my mouth. “Karl, that's terrible, I'm so sorry.” He scoffed. “It's nothing, I'm pretty much alright.” How is he so calm speaking about something this sensitive?

"You owe me an apology and forty-seven new crystals." She heard him crouch beside her. She did not look at him. "I know who you are," she said when the silence stretched too long. "Cool." "Adrian Hale. Julian's brother. You play quarterback, you've been suspended twice, and your grandmother runs the family's business interests, which some people call "creative accounting" and others call "organised crime." I know exactly who you are, and I'm not afraid of you." A pause. "You should be," he said. His voice had dropped, not louder but more present. It was taking up more room. "A bookworm like you stays out of my way. Clear?"

I asked and Cole looked at me as if I asked the dumbest question. "No." He said blankly. "Please," I begged and he clenched his jaw before he made a right turn. I smiled happily before turning the radio on. "You're like the best brother, I guess," I said awkwardly not knowing what to call him. "I'm not your brother." He said pointedly and I looked at him with a look of disbelief on my face. Fine, he's not my brother. "Dick," I said before singing along to the songs playing on the radio.

“Yeah, I told you I wanted to take you somewhere. We're all going together.” I walked to the wardrobe, pulling it open. “Any dress code?” “Comfort, if you please.” He leaves me alone in the room. Hmm, comfort. I do not want to show comfort tonight. A few minutes later, I walk down the stairs. The three brothers are there. Achilles was back from work and he has changed into a pair of jeans and a green T-shirt, his full sleeve out tonight. Xiomar was dressed in his usual black colours, while Emilo wore the tightest pair of leather pants I have seen, with a vest that was unbuttoned, his scars making his skin beautiful.