Wake him up

As you stare at your brother's bulge you realize that these are your last hours as a girl in this body. Hypnotized by the outline, you think "Every other guy would kick themselves if they had a chance like me and didnt even find out how it feels to have sex as a girl. Once I turn back I will never know!"

You gently shake his shoulder.

“Hey…” you whisper.

He stirs, blinking awake. When his eyes focus on you standing there in the dim moonlight, they darken with immediate hunger.

You sit down on the couch beside him, heart racing. For a moment you hesitate, then slowly spread your legs, letting the bathrobe fall open. Your hand slides down between your thighs, rubbing yourself through the thin pink fabric. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you tease your swollen clit.

Your brother sits up fully, his eyes locked on your hand. Without a word, he pulls his sweatpants down, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. He starts stroking himself slowly, watching you touch yourself.

The tension is electric. You rub faster, soaking the pink panties until the fabric becomes almost transparent, clinging to your puffy lips. His hand moves faster on his shaft, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He moves closer, kneeling between your spread legs. You keep rubbing yourself as he presses the swollen head of his cock against your entrance—still shielded by the soaked panties. He starts sliding the tip up and down your slit, rubbing his bare cock along your covered pussy. The wet fabric slides slickly against your folds with every stroke, the friction driving you crazy.

“… we can’t go inside,” you breathe, voice shaky with need. “Just… just like this, okay? We stay safe.”

“Yeah,” he groans, voice strained. “Just rubbing. I won’t put it in. I promise.”

But even as he says it, he presses harder, the thick head nudging insistently against your entrance through the drenched panties. The fabric stretches around him, the sensation maddeningly close to penetration. You moan softly, hips rolling to meet his movements.

“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he mutters, eyes fixed on where his cock is sliding along your covered slit. “I can feel how hot you are even through the panties.”

You bite your lip, rubbing yourself faster. “We’re not crossing the line… right? Just teasing…”

He nods, but his hips keep moving, dragging his cock up and down, the head catching against your clit with every pass. The pink fabric is now completely soaked, molded to every fold of your pussy. He hooks a finger into the crotch of your panties and slowly pulls them to the side, exposing your glistening, swollen lips.

You whimper, half warning, half plea.

“I’m not putting it in,” he says hoarsely, but his voice is thick with lust. “Just… just feeling you. Skin on skin. That’s still safe, right?”

He presses the bare, leaking head of his cock directly against your slick folds, sliding it up and down your exposed pussy. The sensation is overwhelming—the hot, velvety hardness rubbing along your sensitive lips, bumping your clit, teasing your entrance with every stroke. You’re both breathing hard, eyes locked.

“God, you’re dripping all over me,” he groans, sliding his cock between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. “Just the outside… I swear.”

You moan, hips moving with him, the head of his cock catching against your entrance again and again, pressing just slightly inside before sliding back up. The teasing is torturous. Every time the tip nudges your opening, your body clenches with need, trying to pull him in.

“Brother… we shouldn’t…” you gasp, but your legs spread wider, inviting him.

“I know,” he pants, still rubbing the head up and down your dripping slit. “We’re not going to fuck… I’m just… fuck, you feel too good.”

The head of his cock catches at your entrance once more — this time pressing forward just a little further, stretching you open. You both freeze, breathing ragged.

“We can’t…” you whisper, even as your hips tilt up, trying to take more of him.

His jaw is clenched, every muscle in his body tense with the effort of holding back.

Then, with a broken groan, he loses the fight.

He pushes forward, sinking his thick cock all the way inside you in one smooth, deep thrust.

You cry out at the sudden, overwhelming fullness, your walls stretching around him as he bottoms out, buried to the hilt. His head falls back with a guttural moan, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you down, fully sheathed inside you.

“Fuck… I’m sorry,” he pants, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he starts moving—long, powerful thrusts in missionary on the couch, each one driving deep into you.