Crossdress Brother Novels & Stories

We are married Jae even if it’s a marriage of convince… I still have to respect my husband choices… You just tell me everything once you return and now you have to allow me to get you ready for the party…. Big brother has bought you a red glittery mini dress for the occasion… Your dress will match his casual attire.. The dress was crisscross at the top that still showed her huge breasts.. The dress was so short if felt really uncomfortable to wear.. Jae call your brother he can not expect me to wear this dress… I feel like a prostitute… Big sister you are going to a club that’s how you suppose to look… You are going to drive big brother crazy with this dress… You look beautiful now let me fi

I asked when I noticed that playing dress up was starting to get serious. “You can say so,” she shrugged me off and I sighed. I will just let her be and be her doll for the night. Knock. Knock. “Ladies are you done?” My brother asked as he opened the door, walking in and I narrowed my eyes at him. He had the tendency of knocking but instead of waiting for a response, he would enter regardless. “Can’t you knock?” I asked angrily. “I just did…” “Yeah but you didn’t wait for a response. Why do you….” My voice trailed when I finally took him in. He was in a grey tuxedo. Ok, I’m definitely missing something.

"Where are we going, Axe?" I asked, surprised to see him dress me up like a wonder woman in a tight all-black outfit, for the inside. The outside of my body is covered in a fiery red dress, where the fabric legs dangle down. "Party. Witnessing your uncle's destruction." My uncle's destruction... He doesn't bear the name Xandersis, does he? Should I do it?

I heard my name. I spun around to find Xander and a smaller version of him walking toward me. It had to be his brother. I waved and watched as they made their way toward me. They were a couple of very handsome men. Both were wearing similar khaki cargo shorts and T-shirts. Xander’s was a little tight in the chest area, while his little brother’s was tight around his biceps. They were both built like gods. “You showed up,” I teased. “I wasn’t sure you were up for this.”

He had this way of making you feel like nothing, while looking at you like you’re everything he’ll ever want. He commanded everyone to leave the room, save for his brothers and I, and took one look at me before smiling, “take your clothes off, sweet cheeks.” I should have run. I was marrying Brandon the next day. Instead, I was so curious and blinded by the lust I could no longer hide while looking at their massive cocks and naked bodies, that I pulled the nightshirt over my head and let them look. I let my stepbrothers see every inch of the body I was supposed to hate them for wanting.

Same face, but a different personality. “And you?” I jerk my head toward the perfect actress who cosplayed as my admin. “What are you? Some henchwoman who does her bidding?” “Not a henchwoman!” Isabelle huffs. “A sister. We might not be related by blood, but our mission makes our bond stronger than anything else.” She says it like it’s the greatest thing to ever happen. I scoff. “Is this some cult or what? Do you all gather wearing hoods, reciting some stupid chant?”

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.

Hayden raised her head and glared at her brother. Her smile disappeared, and she reached out her hand toward him. “Give it to me.” Hugh quickly passed the document to his sister. “Sis.” Hugh called her. Hayden glared at him again. He stuck his tongue out and changed his way of addressing her. “Bro.” Hugh could not call Hayden his sister in the company. Hayden had been dressing as a man for more than twenty years. Even if her secret were to be exposed in the future, Hugh could not be the one to reveal it. Otherwise, his sister would beat him up.

I have never worn anything so revealing in my life and I can already tell, just by holding the dress out that my boobs will be showing and most of my thighs. “I thought I was going to have to talk you into this a little more,” Megan laughed. “Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease.

They were merely brought to attend the funeral where all they saw was her casket being dropped on the floor. Then there was Alexander Russo, the twins elder brother and the heir to the Cross Sword mafia. He was, people said, a spitting image of his father, both in looks and in character. And that was true, only the twins hardly saw that part of him. Because to them he was the father they never could have, the loving elder brother who was the reason they were so spoiled.