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Sex Attic

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My grandma, and grandpa died, leaving us the house. My brother got the old guest bedroom, while I moved my bed in the old sewing room. #TV

Most of grandma’s sewing stuff went up in the attic, including the sewing machine, but I got to use the old table for a desk. To do my homework on, put up a mirror for a vanity to do my hair, and makeup.

Philip and I only even shared a room when we’re kids, and came over to spend the night. Mom, and dad down on the hideabed in the living room. A dresser between me and Phillip, but there was nothing incestuous between us.

Until one day I got home, and called for him. “Phill?” No answer, mom, and dad dropped me off, and then went back out to do shopping. The middle of the moth paycheck, so they’d be gone all afternoon, getting groceries for 2 whole weeks.

So, I carried my backpack up to my room, and grabbed some paper bags to make book covers out of. they didn’t have any Scholastic book covers printed out this year, but we had white paper bags, so I could cut those apart, and customize them, with hot glue, glitter, and rhinestones.

Then, I heard something weird, thumping up through the ceiling, but pretty far away. I shook my head, and realized that it couldn’t be mom, and dad’s headboard, not just because they’re not at home, but also because I could hear it coming from up in the attic. All the way down at the end of the hall, I had to go through mom, and dad’s room, on the other side from their bathroom, they had 2 doors. One to their walk-in closet, and another one to the stairs up. Over the stairs down to the living room, and more stairs down to the basement from the kitchen.

It was a farmhouse once, but then the suburbs spread out, and most of the farmers sold their land to developers. To make sub-divisions like this one, only Grandpa was smart. He just sold his fields, the barn, tractor, and other equipment so he could retire. keep his own house, and even put dad through college along with the aunts, and uncles.

Lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins to see on family reunions, because it was that kinda family, until some of us moved to the city, and other just let the suburbs move to us. “Uh, huh!” I heard him grunt, in 1, 3 rhythm between the thumps against the floor, and held my breath. Peeking over the top of the stairs, his back was turned so he couldn’t see me, but the first thing I noticed was he had a bra on.

I covered my mouth before I giggled, but moved up a step so I could see the pair of jeans sticking out behind him. Rolls of polyester batting bulged out the cuffs, so that explains how he stuffed them, but he was wearing a skirt, too. So, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could guess. Just from the rhythm of a headboard, hitting the wall in mom, and dad’s room.

The grunts, and moans of fucking, why he was fucking a stuffed pair of jeans, in a skirt, and bra, I couldn’t guess. I had to breathe, as quietly as possible, so I gasped in 2, 4 rhythm with the humping, and snuck up to the attic floor.

It was just bare plywood, but looking down over his shoulder, I could see his phone out on the floor. A closeup of mostly fleshtones, but the same rhythm of sex, jiggling, and even a bald scrotum swinging in time.

“Ihmn!” I tried to cover my laugh too late, but he heard me.

“Uh, Lisa!” He covered his padded chest, but he didn’t get off. The dressmaker’s form, grandma got it to make prom dresses, wedding dresses, and even bridesmaid dresses, so I remembered it. Moving everything out to make room for my bed, along with boxes, and boxes of scraps from worn out clothing to cut into patches for quilting.

“Well, I could ask you what you’re doing up here, but.” The scene changed on the phone, so now I could see balls swinging together. In scrotums, to of them, one shaved, and the other even a different color.

“IHN!” He grunted, and sat back on the floor. The old broomstick skirt over his legs, tented up with his boner, but then I saw what he was sitting on. The blue jeans belted tight around the waist of the form, so the hip flair stretched them out, and the legs stuffed with rolled up quilting batting to hold the thigh straps. “Don’t tell dad!”

“What? You’re gay?”

“No, not exactly,” he picked up his phone, and stopped the video. “I don’t know what to call it exactly, transvestite? Look.” The video was muted, but then he took it off wide screen, and showed my the thumbnails on the porn site. Pay site, of course he was 18 now, and he had a credit card. So, he could sign up for adult sites, and look at niche porn, I just had no idea what niches he was into.

A long story short, he was watching a threesome, between a man, a woman, and a boy with breasts. I don’t know about you, but some trans-sexuals actually pull it off. Not this one, he looked like a teenage boy, with fake boobs. Implants, and the nipples were all cockeyed like Igor in Young Frankenstein?

“Trans sexual?”

“No, just transvestite, I guess. But if you think about it, straight guys can’t have group sex, unless it’s with 2 bisexual girls, or a transexual that still has her dick, and she didn’t take hormones so she can still get it up.”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t look like a girl with a penis. She looks like a boy with breast implants.” I took the phone though, and started looking at the photos. “So, you ordered the strapon from Amazon, or something?”

“No, they’ve got adult stores around town. Not inside city limits, but it’s not that long a drive, to buy something like that.”

“Oh,” I clicked a photo, but when the video came up, there was a prompt to [Buy this Video?]

“Uh, it’s you money.” I turned the phone around. “Never mind.” I shook my head. “This is weird, so I’m sorry I bothered you, and I’m gonna go…” Headind back for the stairs. “I’ve got homework to do.”

“The first day of school?”

“Well, I’ve got book covers to decorate, and you’ve got boy clothes to put on.”

“Okay, just let me go downstairs, so I can.”

“Okay,” but he stuck the phone in his bra strap. “Where did you find a bra in your size?”

“Centurion.”

I laughed, “That’s the website?”

“No, on Craigslist actually, but that’s the old company that used to make underwear for crossdressers, and drag queens. You really interested in trying on the strapon?”

“No, what makes you think that?”

He pulled his phone out, and showed me. “Dommy mommy pegs sissy boy in pantie hose.”

“Oh,” the thumbnail I picked, because she was standing up, in this heroic pose with her hands on her hips, so the dildo stuck out right in front of the camera, and she could look down. Like a boy would for a blowjob, or a TS with a real dick, but this was obviously a plastic one. Despite the sculpted heart shaped head, and veins molded in the sides.

“Huh, maybe, if they have one that fit me, in that catalog of your’s?”

“Oh, no. It’s fully adjustable, one size fits all, and you’d look awesome in it.”

Standing in the hallway, with my brother in a padded bra, and a skirt. I held onto the door knob, but then I looked in at my text books, the paper bags, and decided it could wait. “Okay, let me put some jeans on.”

“Oh, you don’t have to wear jeans, those shorts are fine.” He headded back down the hall to mom, and dad’s room, the stairs and the attic. “Huh, Phill?”

“Yeah, Lisa?” He turned back to look out the open door. “Why don’t you clean it up, and bring it down here, where I can try it on?”

“Okay.” I have a mirror, but I decided to take that down. Off the sewing table, and put it on my bed. Then, I took my top off when I heard water running down the hall. Looking at my bra, it’s just this plain old white cotton cupped with lycra elastic blend straps, for school. it doesn’t look like much, but it’s comfortable enough to wear all day, so I took that off, and rubbed the tender lines around the sides.

“Huh,” got their hot. “Huh!” Soft, and sweaty underneath. If I pinch the nipples out, I can feel them getting hard, and a little tingle between the bottom of my pubes, and the top of my inner lips. So, I took my shorts off, and grabbed the biggest padded bra that I had. Those took me up to a full C cup (Half cup inserts to pad out my B+ size) and hooked it on.

You ready? He knocked but only opened the door a crack, and I looked over at the wall next to the window for the mirror. “What size bra is that anyways?”

“Oh, 42 D.”

“Wow, no wonder it was hard to find in your size. Yeah, just set it on the dresser, and let me try it on, okay?”

“Yeah, i better go put some pants on.”

“No, wait. Actually, do you have the panties to match that bra?”

“Yeah?”

“Then put those on, and take off your skirt. It’ll only get in the way.”

“For what?”

“It’s a surprise.” Yeah right, he knows exactly what he got the strapon for. To fuck him, in the ass, of course. That’s what he was doing when I caught him upstairs with the form, and his porn subscription. “Maybe it’s trisexual?” I turned back, but I had to stuff pillows up under the end of the mirror to prop up.

Pull the belt tight around the buckle in the back, and flop the big rubbery dong up on the mirror. Then feel the straps around my legs to pull those tight, around the leg holes of my panties.

“Huh, yeah. Now, I’m ready bitch. The question is, are you ready to be my bitch?”

“Yeah,” he answered from the door. “Where do you want to do it?”

So, I just turned around, and grabbed the crotch of his panties in the hall. Giggling, “It’s so weird, and kinky, but I think I like it!”

“Yeah, me too.” He grabbed the dong in both hands, and let me tell you, it was a 2 handed dildo. Then, he pulled it up between his legs, while I squeezed the big balloons in his bra. “Whahuh? They almost feel real.”

“They should, they’re silicone, just like the implants.”

“Really, oh!” I looked down, when my thumb slipped, and I realized he was hard. And my brother, all of a sudden, I’m twigging to the fact that I’m about to nail my brother up the ass, and the whole incest part of it never crossed my mind, because of all the weird gender bending part of it.

“Uh, I better lay down.”

“You feel light headed?”

“No, but that’s how you do it, or that’s how you did it upstairs?”

“Only because there’s no way I could get her to stand up, let alone fuck me.” He got down on his knees, and bent over.

“Whew, okay. I can do this.” I want to do this, more than anything I ever wanted in my whole life, and it’s so fucking wrong, on so many levels, it just makes me want it more. His ass, his hard hairy muscular ass.

“Hang on, sput!” I pulled his panties down, so he could rub his spit in, and finger his butt. “Uhn!”

“No,” I came around, “You don’t deserve it, buttslut. Suck it, get up, and look me in the eyes, when you suck it.”

“Arlgugh guk khah!” I pulled it out, and slapped him with it, back and forth, then stuck it back in his mouth. “Yeah, you cock sucker, you love it. You love my big fat cock, huh?”

“Kuh yeah. I love it when you fuck me up the ass.”

“No, not yet. suck it, suck it some more.”

“Arghrhl!” He shook his head, but I held it in, as deep as it would go, until he pushed me back, and coughed. “Uh! Not so rough!”

“Well, if you can’t take it that way,” I slapped his butt cheek, then his hand. “Get your fingers out of there, you. Sissy.” I was running out of names to call him, but that video had the word sissy in it.

“Yeah yeAH! UHN!”

“Yeah, take it. Take it like a man!”

“UH OH AH UHN!”

“Take it up the ass yeah!”

“LISA J. EARNESTO!”

“Mom?”

“What the fuck do you think. And what the hell? Is going on here?”

“Uh?” I just ran back in my bedroom, hugging my fake nerf boobs, and almost threw myself on the bed before I saw the mirror still propped up where I left it.

“I can explain,” out in the hall.

“Well, you better go put on some decent clothes before your father comes in and sees you. Huh!” She sighed, loudly outside the door, and then she knocked. “Lisa?”

“Hang on a sec,” I had to twist around to figure out the buckle in the back.

“We need to talk.”

“I know mom, but let me get dressed first?”

“Let me in, do you have a.” She lowered her voice, and I had to open up the door to hear her whisper.

“PHILL! I NEED A HAND WITH THE COSTCO CANS!”

“IN A MINUTE DAD.”

“He just got out of the shower,” mom covered for him, then reached through to snap her fingers. ‘give me the dildo quick, so i can hide it.’

“Okay,” I just dropped it, and stepped out of the straps. “It’s not mine, mo. It’s his.”

“Okay, we’ll talk about it later, just get dressed, and come down to help with dinner.”

“Okay, mom.” It turns out that dad stocked up on ice-creams for the freezer at Cosco, so he came back to drop mom off, then went back out for the Kroger run.

So, we ad that talk with mom, we didn’t really want to talk about. I assume you don’t want to read the dialog either, but it turns out that mom allowed us to keep practicing, for when we got lovers outside the family.

As long as she got to borrow our strapon harness, for whoever she’s using it on. We’re not asking, and she’s not telling.

That’s okay, Philly got a buttplug with a genuine horsehair tail, and a saddle for pony play. He even got a bar gag, with a rein for my to pull between his teeth, until I got him hooked up with a friend of mine that really liked his pictures.

Now I just have to find a boy my age, who’s also into cross dressing, and pegging, but not a pretty boy. A nice hard bodied muscle hunk, with a big hairy dick. That’s what does it for me, not a pretty boy that could ever pass for a girl with enough makeup. For some reason sexy underwear, and high heels look even sexier on a big broad shouldered flat chested hairy hunk of a man.

Too bad they’re so hard to get, but I guess that’s what the internet is for…

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For some reason, the Trans, Virgin, and other tags aren’t working for me. I can’t even see the reluctant one any more, so I’m making due with what I have…

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  • Reply TvT ID:1ep3awxkzyxk

    Wouldn’t consider myself a hunk but I’m a Dom and this turns me on