Jason Drake: FemBoy Conquerer

My story is a pretty unique one. I was always regarded as someone who was rough around the edges. I take no shit and claim whatever or whoever catches my interest. At my old town i was know to date and dom girls who were higher social standings or were known for brash and wild personalities. One by one they became just another notch on my belt. Eventually i even had the hardcore dykes and feminist begging me to creampie them. Sure the sex was hot but eventually it lost its excitement and challenge.

But just as i was about to give up and wallow in my boredom, i got a new option. My old man whose been widowed for year manage to find himself a nice suburban mom type to shack up with. They got married a little quickly but it gave me a good excuse to leave this conquered town and find some fresh challenges.

Upon reaching our new home i met my new stepmother. She seemed nice enough, but a bit boring. As i was debating seducing her to past some time in case i get bored, another figure came out the house to greet us.

"Hi its nice to meet you guys. Im sure mom already told you but my name is Andrew Lane. Its nice to meet you two. I hope we can get along." He looks over to me directly and gives a small smile. "Im really excited to meet you Jason. I always want a brother."

Though he does have somewhat of a punk look, he's clearly a bit of a dork. He seemed shy at first but after a few phone calls before we met in person, he showed he can be quite talkative when he's comfortable.

I was kinda surprised by his punk. He's soft voice and excitable tone made me think he would have a very soft, even sheltered look. Though its plainly obvious he dresses like this to try to look a bit more manly or tough. Sadly, its not working much. He has a very thin and soft features. From a distance you can easily mistake hime for a somewhat flatchested girl. Even his movements scream feminine. Something inside me says to keep a close eye on him.

"Um yea ditto man. I guess its pretty cool to have a little step bro." I teasingly ruffle his hair as he laughs and tries to smack my hand away.

After our well done meeting, we began our life as a family. I found my kind of friends at school. My dad and stepmom feel into a routine and even would leave on dates or work trips together.

As for me and Andrew we got along pretty well. We carried conversations, played games together, even saw a movie or two together. At first i didn't think much of him always being excited to hang out with me. I figured it was just cause he grew up lonely and had no other brotherly bonds in his life.

Eventually though i began to notice things. Like him always putting more effort in his appearance when we hung out. Or how he's hugs always seem to linger a little to long. Hell one time our hands accidentally brushed against each other, and i swear he had a blush on his face.

Of course these were strange but they didnt prove anything. That is until a weekend where our parents left us and we had the house to ourselves all weekend. The first day of the parentless weekend, is the day i found out his secret.