James the jerk.

You turn and see your big bully brother, James, looming over you. He is a staggering six foot seven with a build like Captain America if he lifted more. As usual, be struts around the house in just shorts and a wife beater. He has that excited look on his annoyingly attractive face that he always get when he is about to humiliate you.

You never understood why he seems to get such a charge out of it. Your mom always told you that your bullies where just jealous of how 'pretty' you were, but even she never seemed to buy that. James certainly had nothing to be jealous of you for. He was always well liked, good with the ladies, succeeded at anything he showed a passing interest in, and had a bright, promising future. So why does he love to **** you?

"Well? Don't you want to tell me the totally innocent reason you have our sister's panties and dildo out to play with? It certainly can't be because you wanted to pretend to be her and fuck yourself stupid?" James sneers and waits for an explanation you can't provide. You are too distracted by his baseless accusation. Sure, you were thrilled and titillated by your illicit explorations, but that was just the erotic excitement of the forbidden, right? It can't be that all the years of being called a sissy, a lion's share of the time coming from James himself, has somehow planted the seed that you really are a crossdressing, cock sucking cuntboi?

James licks his lips as if he can taste your discomfort. "Don't worry, I won't judge. I always said you'd be happier as a gurl, didn't I?" He certainly did, but it never came across as supportive. Maybe that's because it usually was followed by a SMACK on your embarrassingly overdeveloped ass? Or because he would say it after wrestling you to the ground and making you beg for mercy, only relenting when you kissed his sweaty feet. Or maybe it's the enormous erection tenting his shorts. Whatever the reason, you don't think James is asking because he wants to support you.

You can see he won't wait much longer for an explanation. Your mind reels, you palpate and panic and blurt out,