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I'm leaning against the door trying to listen to Jason before it suddenly swings out knocking me backward. I try to keep my footing but end up falling to the floor as he stands over me and starts yelling. "You want to help? Okay, here! Fucking help then." I look back towards him to see his erect cock dangling just in front of my face, red and swollen, pointed straight at me. "Well?" He shouts again at me but all I can do I stare at his cock swaying there. I try to move but I am frozen in place. I try to speak but my mouth just opens and closes like a bloody goldfish. I catch a whiff of the smell from before, stronger than ever, coming straight from the source only inches away from my face. I take a deep breath without meaning to only to have the smell perpetrate my lungs and that warm, woozy feeling spreading across my new body. My body seems to move on its own as I lean forward ever so slightly to get closer to the origin before I regain my senses. Only after what seems like forever do I look up at his face to see the anger and frustration in his eyes before he turns around the slams the door shut with him. I'm left kneeling on the floor with my mouth still wide open in shock at what took place.

Why the hell would he do that? Help him? What? Wait. I started to think about all the stuff from before and see it in a new light. Not as a brother trying to comfort his bro, but as some chick talking about his body. And then him running off to the bathroom. Oh. And then me interrupting him. Oh no. Jason trying to hide that he was turned on by my new body and going to deal with it. God I really read that whole situation in the worst possible way, didn't I?

I finally got up and headed back to the lounge room. Damn, he had a pretty big dick, didn't he? Yeah, I guess but I am also smaller now so maybe we are the same size. Are you sure? Well, I guess there's no real way to know. But I finally figured out what that smell was. Can't believe it was from him. I guess it was kind of musky. Sort of like sweat. I wonder what it tastes like. Wait, what?! What the hell? I mean sure it didn't smell bad, maybe even good. And sure it made me feel a bit tingly, which was nice. But I don't want to know what it tastes like. No, no, no. No. That's way too weird. And wrong! He's my brother. Step-brother. That's not the point. Are you sure?

Shit. What is wrong with me right now? I sit on the couch trying to collect my thoughts and banish a few others. Get the image of his dick out of my head. It was pretty big… Looked kinda red as well, like after the time Ami and I made out for like two hours then she just left. God, I was so hard it almost hurt. And I went and stopped Jason from doing exactly what I did afterward.

It's only then that I notice him standing in the hallway looking in my direction with his head hung. "Sorry." it's quick and almost a whisper but after what's happened so far I'm not really sure what to expect. "Um, yeah. It's alright." You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. The silence lingers what seems like an age before I speak again. "Do you want to talk about it?" The question floats for a moment longer before he sighs, nods his head, and takes a seat on the couch.