best served cold

I sit in the living room as dad decides to take a shower after work, thinking of the possibilities and wondering what I actually wanted to do with the remote. Having a bodysuit is neat, and having these titties are really nice, but I'm a man. I have a dick. And you don't get to have a dick when you are wearing a suit. I attempt to finger at my pussy, trying to get the opening into the suit and fish out my cock so I could appear like one of those futanari trope from those Japanese hentai.

Instead, I find my fingers parting sensitive pussy lips, and I shudder. If only someone else is wearing the suit...

Then it hits you. How about your older brother Kyle? He's definitely one to pay for some of his crimes against... Well. Just you.

Kyle was one of the jocks in class, and by jocks, I don't mean the ones that went to football bulging with muscles. I mean the kind who gets all the good grades and gets tons of scholarship to get into law school. On paper, he's an absolutely flawless human being who is definitely going to be a lawyer of sort. But as a real person? He's really stuck up. I'm still not over the fact that he tore up my application to apply for a job at the nearby Amazon warehouse for some steady income just because he didn't want to be 'associated with someone who works in the labor ****'.

Fortunately, Kyle sleeps like a brick when it comes so I quickly go up there. Along the way, I find my youngest sibling Jenny, who is, at the moment, an absolutely stuck up bitch. 16 years old, puberty hitting hard, she's definitely getting mom's hourglass figure, for sure. But her attitude is growing more emotional by day and occasionally she erupts like a volcano.

And unlike my older sister, she doesn't really exercise. She's just sticks and bones and tits, perhaps a little pudge as she only cares about her curves more than her actual health. Which makes her a perfect candidate. As I bump into her in the hallway, she protests just as she crumples to the floor unaware before I go to Kyle's room.