My Futanari little sister is Bigger and better than me

I didn't know it at the time but my little sister was really special. Just I didn't know that. My sister Sophie was born as a Futanari. Futanaris have both the male and female genitals. They are like 0.01% of the human population and many of them don't even have a functional penis.

I was frustrated. My mom always brushed off the fact by saying that she was special.

"No she is not", I would say. "She is basically a girl with a penis. How is that special? That's gross."

One day I heard my mom and dad having a fight. I didn't know the details but it looked like he was pissed off about the dickgirl my mom gave birth to. A few days later, mom got separated from dad. She took me and Sophie together with her to her maternal house. I was sad but I had to come along since I had heard dad didn't want any of us with him.

Since that day, sight of my sister always frustrated me. I was very close to my father so from my perspective, Sophie was the reason we weren't together.

I wasn't living a happy life. Whenever I would see Sophie, I would slap her hard and she would go and cry. That made me so happy. I might look like a sadistic bastard but I just couldn't help it. I didn't eat much nor socialize with others. Just stayed in my own room being sad and sometimes punching the walls when I was angry. Needless to say, all these habits had a bad impact on my body and I was stuck with a small stature of 5'5" at 19 years of age. Which meant I would be short for my entire life.

Even my strong genetics refused to help me there. My mom was 4 inches taller than me which frustrates me even further. My father being a little taller than that.

In short, I was short and short tempered which is not a good combo at all. So of course I was bullied a lot in my college.

One day I hear someone in your class saying ,"hey, you know? girls like guys with bigger dicks."

I was stunned. I immediately went home and measure how big my thing is.

I look out a ruler and started to measure myself. It was 2 inches. I didn't know if it was big or small. I immediately went online and it turns out normal size is above 3 inches. I was shocked. _"How unlucky was I?" _I asked myself. How do I always end up with short end of the stick.

I was in a bad mood. Just then Sophie walks in and with a cute and positive smile on her face she asks (which always frustrated me) "since mom is gone and we are alone, can I sleep with you, brother?"

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