Shattered

Elsie squirms self-consciously as you and Zoey cheer her smokin hot performance. Without her choreographed act as a shield she was suddenly VERY aware of standing in front of her brother without a stitch of clothes on. But, summoning all of her shaky courage, El refuses to cover up even though you could tell a part of her wanted to. As she watches you ogle her flesh you could see her fear of judgment and reprisal slowly begin to melt. It touches your heart to see her start to relax but at the same time hurt it knowing that you was the source of that fear in the first place.

You hadn’t meant to do it, you were just doing what you thought was right, and your family outside of Fiona never once gave you grief about your decision, but in steadfastly rejecting your family’s taboo ways you’d inadvertently become the insufferable prude of your clan. Conversations would be cut short when you entered the room, private jokes would go insinuated but unspoken, laughter was stifled and sudden changes of topic was the norm. Worst of all were the downcast looks they’d sometimes get as they felt that they had let you down in some way. She’d never said anything but you knew deep down that Mom in particular was haunted by a sense that she was failing her ‘precious baby boy’. Maybe she was right but it killed you to see that shame in her big brown eyes. Sure she was as crazy as a loon, sure she treated you a child, sure she wanted to dress you up in girl’s clothes, and sure she would stare at you in ways that no mother ever ought to look at her son, but one thing that could not be denigrated was that your mama loved you with the intense power and ferocity of a supernova.

For two years all of them, Elsie most of all, had lived in quiet fear of your holier-than-thou moral judgment. You thought avoiding the topic was the best way to deal with it but now, in watching your sister’s evolving reaction, you realize that your silence had made you essentially the same as those crazy-eyed bible-thumping prigs or those insufferable bro-sphere zealots or those ‘my shit don’t stink’ woke puritans or any of the endlessly scolding know-it-all grifters who all seemed so hellbent on casting aspersions and spoiling everyone else’s fun but their own. In a flash it hits you that this slowly expanding gulf between you and the family who loved you so dearly was at least partly responsible for the deep funk you’d found yourself these past months. You’d become an island. But in Elsie’s sweet loving smile it also hits you that you could do something about it. You could build a bridge back to them. You didn’t necessarily need to start banging your relatives but you could at least let them know more forcefully that you loved them and accepted them despite their twisted ways. Although…right now…staring at your twenty year old sister’s body…those twisted ways suddenly didn’t seem so bad.

For a moment you take your brother hat off and look, really look, at El as she were just some random exotic dancer. The looks of an angel, plump pouting lips, huge dark eyes that one could become lost inside, fair flawless skin, a curvaceous hourglass shape, a figure soft and plump but far from flabby, a full and round ass, and a set of knockers that would make Sydney Sweeney jealous…physically she was the perfect woman, except for one MASSIVE detail. The foot long schlong and big bulbous balls beneath it stood out on such a nubile and ultra-feminine body like a monster truck in the middle of a flower garden. Any man on Earth would have been proud to sport such a dominant display of virility yet there it was on this petite female frame. The wild contrast between your sense of masculine and feminine, along with the fact that it so utterly dwarfed your own specimen of manhood, left you shook. Shook, but fascinated.

This time there wasn’t the shock factor that there was back when your sisters revealed themselves to you. Having had two years to come to grips with their special anatomy allowed you to quell those initial confusing feelings and insecurities to really…appreciate her uniqueness. The longer you stared the more that it became a part of her and the more it became…beautiful. It wasn’t Elsie’s fault she was born this way. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It just…was. Whether granted by God or evolved through nature her penis was as much a part of her as her eyes or boobs or that kind, playful soul that shone even more beautiful than her perfect body. And who the hell were you to say what did or did not belong anyway? With that revelation you could actually feel a barrier inside of you shatter. The very instant that you accept your sister for the wonderful woman that she is…is the moment a forbidden desire begins to stir. Even though you’d cum just moments ago your lust is rekindled and burning twice as hot. Deep, deep down in your heart and your gut and your balls and your ass and your very soul…something had awoken!

You stand and step forward. Elsie lets out a little gasp and freezes still, her big eyes peering up at you on the knife’s edge between hope and fear. You were only too happy to let hope win.

With a stroke along the curve of her bare hip you say. “Damn, El. You’ve grown. My how you’ve grown.”

She looks down at her penis and whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” You place your fingers under her delicate chin and gently raise it so that she faced you once more. “El, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about. You’re beautiful!”

“Ohhh!” She gasps. “Oh, Jesse!”

You smile…and she smiles too. Oh what a smile!

“Hey.” Zoey says, snapping both you and El out of the moment. Stepping up behind you she pats your shoulders. “This seems a bit unfair.”

Elsie giggles. “What’s unfair, Zoey?”

“Here we are with our tits hanging out and Jesse’s still dressed!”

“Me? Hey, I wasn’t a part of the show! I was the audience!”

“Hmm. That does seem unfair, Zoey.” El’s grin turns impish as she ignores your protest. Reaching up she flips up your collar then loosens your tie a little. “So what are we gonna about it?”

“What else can we do?” Zoey answers as she begins to pull at your jacket. “He he he! We gotta make it right.”

“Agreed!”

The next thing you knew their hands were all over you!

“Hey now! HOO!” You let out a high hoot as Zoey grabs your ass. “Girls. Ha ha ha! Hey! HO! Woah now!” You put up the weakest fight ever as your sister and her best friend begin to strip you. “Girls!”