Crossdress Brother Novels & Stories

My brothers immediately came and stood by my side. The person who's on my right side is my elder brother, Archer De Von Cruz. The current CEO of 'De Von Cruz' company and king of underworld mafia 'Dark Knights' . He's 20 years old, and the elder twin brother. And my left side brother is my second older brother, Adelio De Von Cruz. The current Director of the 'De Von Cruz' company and second king of underworld mafia 'Dark knights'. He's 20 years old and the younger twin brother.

Feeling the same way. Creed finally comes out of his closet, fully dressed now. He’s wearing jeans and a tight fitting long sleeve shirt, hugging his muscles just right. He comes over and ruffles Alexandra’s hair which pisses her off. I can’t help but laugh at their antics, I never had a sibling growing up so I don’t know what it’s like to have a sibling bond. I’ve always wondered what it could’ve been like growing up with a sibling though.

I hovered at the doorway, drowning in the weight of my gown and the suffocating air of indifference. Alexander Westwood didn’t say a word. He walked straight to the minibar, poured himself a drink like this was just another business deal, like we hadn’t just stood in front of a hundred guests, pretending we were in love. He looked every bit the powerful CEO, ice in a perfectly tailored suit. I stood frozen, fists clenched around my veil, the ache in my chest spreading like wildfire. “Do you always look this calm after marrying your brother’s fiancée?” I asked, my voice low.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

We were in their territory and it's weird for them to hear a man calling me an Alpha. "My apologies, may I know if you want him here, sir?" he asked. I scowled and let out a deep sigh, looked like I had no choice after all, "let him in," I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him.

Even the devil head jerked up "How do you mean mister" the judge asked. "That day when my brother was killed, he already called me to come meet him. I arrived when they were dragging Mavis off him" he looked at Mavis "he left in anger, I never knew what happened. But this two guys" he pointed at them "continued beating my brother, I was a coward I have to hide and watch them snap his neck" he said with tears. "I hid it from my mom since until yesterday because of a particular visit" he said and the devil looked my way, did he just guess.

“No judging! I’m literally trying to help you have sex with my brother right now. You have no room to judge me. Get your ass in that dress, and stop complaining.” I groan, stomping in place in protest. “My butt is too big for this.” “And that is why my brother won’t be able to keep his hands off of you. Go! Go change now or I’m going to strip you down and change you myself.” I huff, acting annoyed, but inside I’m nervous and excited. Brittany is such a great friend. And a great sister. What other sister would dress their brother’s girlfriend up like this and offer her up on a silver platter?

He thought he was going to pull his hair out of his head when the cop put it on speaker. “Hello, officer, my name is Presley Brookmore. Cruz Hawley is my older brother’s best friend and we’ve been having an illicit and incredibly sexual affair for years. He’s been denying it because well, he’s seven years older than me and I was barely legal when we started sleeping together and my father would be pissed if he knew. We really get into role play. I mean really into it. Tonight, our scene was him being on a date and me interrupting the date, but I got a bit carried away because she was so much prettier than I was expecting, and I felt threatened a bit by her. I was only supposed to throw one g

“And there’s nothing wrong with me being asexual. If I was asexual, that is.” Before Zayed could reply, the door of the private room opened, and I saw my brother, red smeared over his neck and the collar of his shirt as he tried to fix his hair. “You are a dckhead,” I said, greeting him. Khalid straightened up hearing my voice and gave me a lazy shrug while he buttoned his shirt. Not realizing that the first two buttons were missing. “I thought I was helping you out. Won’t happen again, big brother.”

"Get some rest. The wedding is in two days." He still had no idea that the bride wouldn't be showing up. After he left, my phone buzzed. A video from Isabella. What I saw made my hands tremble, a sharp pain twisting in my gut. The video showed a man standing over my grandmother's hospital bed. He was holding up photos—pictures of me being bullied, the humiliating moments I’d tried so hard to bury. One by one, he shoved them in her face. I recognized the crest on his jacket. He was one of Isabella’s men.