“Who would want to?!” Hank shot back over his shoulder.
I turned back to Ellie. “I’ll… I’ll call you, okay?” She gave her lip a firm bite and nodded eagerly, and I hugged her one more time before getting in the car with my brothers.
Hank drove away, dragging a hand down his face. “Goddamn,” he sighed.
“What are you gonna do, babe?” Kelly asked.
“Not now, Kel.”
We passed the drive in silence, and Hank ended up taking us to a mid-tier hotel. He booked two rooms, one for Kelly and himself, one for me and Keith. Keith told me to go get cleaned up in the bathroom, and I did as told, washing my face and staring at my reflection. What were we supposed to do now? We had no home now, and our future… I’d ruined everything.
I opened the bathroom door and heard voices. Hank and Keith were standing at the hotel room door, talking in hushed voices. I closed my door again until it was just a crack, listening in.
“Yeah, Zach told me over the phone last week,” Hank was saying. “I just… I never imagined it’d be you, y’know?” He chuckled nervously.
“Yeah, well… It’s been a wild few days.” Keith sighed. “So what now? What are we gonna do?”
Hank took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I, uh… Damn… You just… focus on looking after Zach, alright? I’ll take care of everything.”
“But where are we gonna live? And school–”
“I said I’ll take care of it.”
Keith stared at Hank for a few seconds before bowing his head and nodding. “I’m sorry, bro,” he murmured.
“It’s not your fault. Dad’s a piece of shit. Just… Not gonna lie, what y’all did wasn’t exactly ideal, but… no matter what, I got you.” Keith nodded again then embraced Hank, who patted him on the back before they broke apart. “Alright, you guys get settled in. I gotta go take care of shit.”
He waved goodbye and left, and Keith closed the door. I came out of the bathroom, standing beside my bed awkwardly. He beckoned me over, and we sat on his bed, his arm around my shoulder again.
“So I think it’s gonna be okay,” he said. “We’ll just shack up here for a few days, and Hank said he’s gonna take care of it.”
I nodded, gingerly massaging the wrist dad had grabbed. Keith noticed and rubbed my shoulder with his thumb. “I’m sorry, Keith. For everything.”
“I told you, no apologizing,” he said sternly. “I’d fucking do it all again. I’m serious. Well, I…” He swallowed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you better. I just… I didn’t know what to do.”
“Hey, you just said no apologizing,” I said with a small smile, and he gave me a wry smirk. And I leaned forward and kissed him. It was a second before I pulled away, turning away in shame. “Sorry, sorry. I’m… not in my wig and makeup. And I’m dressed like this. I… Sorry.”
Keith used his finger to turn my chin back to him, and my eyes widened. His face was so close, and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. “No apologizing,” he whispered, then pressed his lips to mine.
My breath was shaky as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me onto his lap. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I welcomed him in while his hands settled on my hips. I was dressed as a guy and he was still kissing me; I couldn’t be happier. Well, apparently I was wrong because I could.
Keith eased me down on his bed, hungrily delving into my mouth before pulling away and coaxing my t-shirt over my head. My puffy pink nipples laid bare for him, and he leaned down and suckled greedily, eliciting a moan out of me. I held his head as he went back and forth, teasing my tiny chest with his lips and tongue. Before I knew it, he had my shorts down to my ankles, and he threw them off to do the same with my briefs. I nibbled my lip as he stared down at my little wiener, as if seeing it for the first time. To be fair, both times he’d fucked me were doggy style, so he didn’t spend much time looking at it. Probably made it easier to pretend I was a girl.
Not this time though. He reached out and took my clitty in his fingers, gently jacking the flaccid prick. He was finally touching it, and the momentous occasion had me excited beyond belief. But it seemed I’d been fully sissified. I couldn’t get hard anymore, no matter how long he rubbed my clitty. He seemed quite pleased with that fact, because he pulled himself free from his pants and began pressing his crown into my dick and balls. He was doing this all voluntarily, and I couldn’t keep up. I orgasmed, a few meager drops of jism oozing onto my pelvis as I covered my face and trembled, intently watching him through my fingers with cum-hungry eyes.
He tossed my clitty aside, using his tip to wipe up all my ejaculate and smearing it across his crown. He spat, nailing himself perfectly on the head. The accuracy turned me on, and for a moment I wished I could ask him to spit in my mouth. But I couldn’t summon the courage for it. Perhaps another time.
He lined up with my entrance, prodding my puckering bud as he teased me. I bit my lip, desperate for him to take me. Strangely, he was looking at me meaningfully, and I paused long enough for him to lean over me so that we were face-to-face. What was happening?
“I love you, Zach,” he whispered, and my eyes went wide. He said it back. And he was saying it to me. Not Zoey. Me.
He entered me, and the pleasure felt like the most natural thing in the world. His lips were back on mine, our tongues entwined as he made tender love to me. He broke the kiss long enough to take a breath, and the words just came flooding out of me.
“Oh God, I love you. I love you I love you I love you.”
He silenced me with his mouth, his arms clutching me so tightly that my clitty was being crushed between our bodies. And I wished… God, I wished…
“Zach…” he groaned, his panting deep and rumbling and sexy as hell.
“Call me Zoey,” I breathed, and he stopped.
“Wait, you… What?” He looked at me quizzically, and I blushed as I nibbled on my lip.
“I… Thank you for accepting me like this. It means so much to me. And so now, I… wanna be your girl.” My face felt so hot, and after a moment he broke out into a smile.
“You sure?”
I nodded. “As long as… you don’t mind being… y’know, gay with me. ‘Cause people might call us names in the future too.”
“I don’t give a shit what they call me, as long as they don’t call you anything,” he said with conviction.
“Then yes. I wanna be your girl forever.” Jeez, I really just said that. It was so embarrassing! And forever?
He grinned and kissed me again. “Forever, Zach,” he promised. God, he was still willing to be with Zach. Why was he so perfect?
“Zoey,” I corrected, and he nodded in understanding.
“Zoey,” he crooned, and I tightened around him like a vice. Hearing him call me that was so much more of a turn on now. I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my nails into his arms. He started fucking me savagely, turning me inside out as he rearranged my guts. My eyes rolled back as I immediately came again, riding the climax out while he dicked me down with his giant horse cock. And as he fucked me, I imagined his giant loads too. It was a male fantasy to be able to just spray seed everywhere, and there was an obvious reason for that. One that evolution passed down to us.
“Breed me, brother,” I whispered into his ear.
He groaned, and scalding seed spread through my body, as if filling every corner of my being. I spasmed on his cock, throwing my head back as he pushed me to the edge a third time. Shivers took hold of my body as my clitty yielded nothing. I was cumming from my ass.
When it felt like the flow of cream finally stopped, he sighed and propped himself up on his arms, cock still inside me. It felt like he was plugging me up, keeping all his cum inside me, and it was a delightful feeling.
“Fuck,” was all he could manage, grinning with sweat running down his sideburns.
“Mm,” I moaned in agreement. “It’s a shame you can’t actually knock me up. The idea kinda turns me on.” I could feel my blush, my honesty turning me pink. My brother grinned at me devilishly, his enormous member throbbing in my stretched ass.
“I could always just keep filling you with cum ’til you looked the part,” he offered, and I clenched on him again. “I want everybody to see that my girl is loved, and mine.” Without waiting for a response, he put his hands back on the small of my back and the back of my neck and resumed pumping my boi pussy. Already, I was cumming again at the thought of being bloated from his seed. At the thought of being his girl forever, like we promised. And I surrendered Zach to the abyss.
This was who I wanted to be.
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