Brother's Neighbours Hold a Party

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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Disclaimer: All characters are 18+.

This is the third part of this series, go check out the rest if you haven't done that yet.

In this story, I've included the following from your requests in the comments: crossdressing and feminization. I hope I've done both in a way you'll all enjoy.

Thank you for reading!

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Early in the afternoon, my brother Mark and I were in his kitchen. I was bent over the counter, getting plowed from behind by his huge cock, when the doorbell rang.

"Who the fuck is interrupting us?" he asked, sliding his cock out of me. He slapped my butt, put on his shorts, and walked away. I stayed where I was, my butt waiting for his return.

I listened to Mark open the door.

"Hi Mark! Oh, my... you're... mmm... shirtless," a woman said.

"Hi Debbie. I haven't seen you since you came to welcome me as your new neighbour," Mark said.

"Y-yes, and I left with a creampie. God, I wish I could come inside right now..." the woman, Debbie said.

"I can come inside you any time you want," Mark said.

Debbie moaned.

"Oh... ungh... No. Maybe another day... Oh, but that cock... no, no, no. I just came here to invite you to a barbecue party at my house, right across the street. It's a regular thing; we do it every few weeks, and we'll have some other neighbours there. I couldn't not invite the newest addition to our little street!"

"What time is it?" Mark asked.

"In a couple of hours, but it's pretty open and relaxed, so you're free to join whenever," she replied.

"Alright, I'll go. And, uhm, I'll take my younger sister with me. She spent the day with me, and I'm driving her back to my parents' tomorrow," Mark said.

Wait, what? Sister?

"Oh, absolutely! I'd love to meet her," Debbie said. "Well, see you later!"

Mark closed the door and returned to the kitchen. He slapped my butt twice but didn't continue what Debbie had interrupted.

"Come on, cock slut. We're going shopping," he said.

"Shopping? And, huh, you don't have a sister," I said, getting off the counter.

Mark had a huge grin on his face.

"I know I don't, little bro, and that's why we're going shopping."

Huh? What was he on about?

***

We got dressed, and he drove us to the nearest shopping mall. Then we entered a clothing store, which was mostly empty apart from an employee and the occasional customer.

My confusion about what Mark was planning was resolved when he took me to the women's section. He asked me my sizes, then picked up a couple of articles of clothing.

We got into a dressing room, which was quite spacious, and he sat down on a chair.

I looked at him, then at the clothes, then back at him.

"No," I said.

"Yes," Mark said.

"No. I'm not dressing up as a girl."

"Yes, you are."

"I won't look good, and I don't even sound like a girl. It won't work."

"You're a flat-chested, short-haired version of Mom; you'll look fucking hot. And the voice... let's just go with the 'quiet girl' vibe."

"No..."

His eyes changed, becoming more serious.

"Cock slut? Do you want more of this?" he asked, grabbing his crotch.

"... Yes, I do," I replied meekly.

"Then you'll do as I say. Understood?" he asked.

Fuck. Damn that cock of his.

"Yes, understood," I replied.

I undressed completely and stood naked in front of my brother. He handed me the first item, a sundress.

I wore it and spun around. Honestly, a sundress with no underwear sounded pretty hot. What was the view like from below?

"Nah, next," Mark said.

He passed me the next set of clothing, let me try it on and do a couple of poses, then rejected it. We repeated this again and again until we got to the last set, which I now noticed had been set aside from the start.

I glared at him, and he laughed.

"I just wanted to see how you looked in different outfits," he confessed.

"Yeah, fuck you too," I said as I took the last set from his hands.

A white crop top, a very, very short red plaid skirt with blue lines, and white stockings. I wore the three items. The top fit me nicely, showing my fit belly all the way to the skirt. The skirt barely hid my butt cheeks. The stockings covered my legs up to just above the knees.

I examined my reflection in the mirror, then turned to my brother.

"Slutty schoolgirl? Really?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," he answered, his eyes looking me up and down. "I told you you'd look hot."

I turned back to the mirror. Well... he was right; I did look hot. The smooth thighs that were only visible between the skirt and the stockings. The sliver of butt revealed by the skirt every time I moved. The sexy belly.

Yeah, certified hot.

My brother took off his shorts, got up from the chair, and walked up to me.

"Bend over," he commanded.

I bent myself, keeping my legs straight.

"Ooh, love the view," he said. "Lower."

I bent even more, and my hands touched my feet. I was flexible, so this wasn't a problem for me.

Mark slapped my butt, then fondled my butt cheeks. He grabbed his cock and put it in-between my butt cheeks. He slid it up and down, kneading my butt and teasing my butt hole.

I held my moans, not wanting to be heard outside the changing room.

Mark grabbed my hips, lined his cock with my hole, and thrust it into me. My butt, now used to his cock after one night and half a day of fucking, easily let it slide inside.

He pumped into me, fucking me hard, while I stayed bent and held my feet. The position wasn't perfect, but I couldn't care less. I had a cock in me.

Several minutes later, he grunted and came, flooding my well-used insides with his thick cum. When he recovered, he took his cock out and pulled me up.

"You're going to need a thong as well," he said, throwing me a black thong that he had picked up. "And one more thing I left at home."

I was curious, but said nothing as I took off the new clothes and got dressed to leave.

The cashier, a young woman, raised one eyebrow when we bought her the clothes. Mark smiled at her, and I guess that made her ignore anything else, because she didn't say anything and just looked at him with hungry eyes while we paid for the clothes.

I rolled my eyes. Was he going to fuck the whole city? I hoped not... I wanted that cock.

We drove back to his house. The whole shopping trip took a little over an hour, so we still had time. Enough time for me to suck him off in the shower.

***

I stood in the living room, dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, with my normal sneakers, which actually worked well with the outfit. I struck some poses and practiced my walk. I had to look the part, after all.

A few minutes later, Mark finally came out of wherever he had been.

"This was buried inside a box, so it took a while to find it. I got it from some university slut years ago as a gift, but it's yours now," he said as he came up behind me. He put something around my neck.

I looked at a small mirror he had in the living room and opened my mouth in surprise. Around my neck, I now had a black choker with a heart on the front.

"Yeah, that's the face I imagine when I see a choker on someone," he said. "It's basically a cock sucker's symbol."

"Fuck, I look..." I said, admiring the combination of the outfit and the choker.

"Hot," Mark completed.

"Hot," I agreed.

He grabbed my neck and pulled me close to him. I felt his cock on my butt and started slowly grinding on it.

"Now, here's what's going to happen at that party," he said, close to my ear. "You'll play the part of my quiet, shy, younger sister."

"Uhuh," I nodded.

"And you'll tease every guy there. Pretty much without trying, with the way you look... But the main goal? Debbie's husband. You'll let him fuck you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm telling you to do it, slut," he replied, bumping his cock on my butt.

"Fair enough," I said. "What if he doesn't want to?"

"He will, trust me. Debbie's probably been blue balling him since I fucked her silly last time. And when he sees you? He'll go crazy."

I thought for a bit, then nodded.

"Ok, let's go," Mark said.

We walked out and then crossed the street. There was a path around the house to a small garden space behind.

There was a big table set up with some food, and a grill further out. Two or three couples were present and greeted us.

The men gawked at me, looking me up and down, basically undressing me with their eyes. The women did the same to Mark. Oh, wait, one guy looked at Mark too. And he was blushing... Yeah, Mark must have gotten to him as well.

Debbie came out of the house, holding a bowl of salad.

"Mark, you came! And you brought your sister," she said, walking up to us. "Oh, I love the short hairstyle. And your clothes... well, young lady fashion, I totally get it! So nice to meet you."

Damn if this lady didn't have the bubbliest personality I had ever seen. Did she speak this much even when choking on my older brother's fat cock?

"That's my daughter, Sarah, over there," she said, pointing to a girl that came out of the house just then. She looked very prim and proper. "You two look to be around the same age; maybe you could be friends."

Sarah waved at us, and we waved back.

"My sister is a bit shy, but I'll see what we can do," Mark said.

"Oh, no problem at all! Here, you haven't met my husband yet, have you?" Debbie led us to the barbecue grill.

The man who was grilling the meat turned around, spatula in hand. Like the other men, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of my body, choker, and slutty schoolgirl outfit.

"Hi, I'm Dave. Glad I could finally meet the new neighbour," he said, his eyes moving away from me long enough to greet my brother. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you a proper welcome to the neighbourhood before this."

"No worries. Debbie was very welcoming," Mark said.

Debbie coughed and blushed.

Dave's eyes locked onto my body again. So, this was the target? He didn't look half bad, so I might actually enjoy this. I looked up at him and bit my lip.

Dave raised his eyebrows, and his eyes shone. Oh, yeah, he was going to fuck me.

"Well, the meat will be coming as I grill it. Just pick up a plate and eat," Dave said.

Debbie and Mark walked to the table. I saw a big plate next to the grill and grabbed a big sausage with my hand.

"Careful, young lady, that's hot off the grill," he said.

I looked at him as I blew on the sausage, then put it in my mouth. I took it almost all the way in, then took it out, then in and out again.

I smiled at Dave and took a bite of the sausage. He stared at me, and I could see the outline of a cock grow inside his pants.

"Oh, shit," he said as he noticed the smoke coming out of a piece of meat that he neglected.

When he turned back, I was already picking up some food from the table.

Over the next two hours, we ate, talked with the neighbours, and ate some more. Well, Mark talked, and I kept up my quiet act.

Being the youngest at the party, along with Debbie and Dave's daughter Sarah, I helped out with bringing food and drinks from the house to the table, and from the grill.

I took every opportunity to bend over and show my butt to the men. Like when I had to reach the other side of the table and had my butt pointing at Dave. I heard him choke on what he was drinking, then spit it out.

And every time I went to the grill, I'd touch his arm or play with a sausage.

Dave was going crazy, just like Mark had predicted. At one point, when I was next to him, he dropped a fork on the ground. Totally by accident, I'm sure. I looked at him, then turned around and bent over, picking up the fork. He casually dropped his arm and let his hand touch my butt, which was completely visible to him. I took longer than I needed to come back up, and when I left his side, I looked back and saw him adjust his cock inside his pants.

The grill eventually stopped, and people separated. Some went to watch a game on the television; others stayed at the table or in the kitchen.

At some point, Dave went into the house, and I followed after him. He was putting some plates on the kitchen counter as I walked past him. I felt his eyes on me as I swayed my hips. Then I stopped next to a corridor and looked around as if searching for something.

I looked back at Dave, and he licked his lips. He walked up to me.

"Are you looking for something? The bathroom, maybe?" he asked.

I nodded and smiled.

"Well, right this way," Dave said as he put his hand on the lower part of my back, touching my exposed skin. He led me through the corridor, then up the stairs, where he made sure to go behind me. Then he led me to a closed room.

He opened the door, and I entered the room. He turned on the lights. It wasn't a bathroom, but a bedroom. A single-person bed, some posters on the walls, and a couple of pieces of female clothing. Was this Sarah's bedroom?

Dave entered the room and closed the door behind him. I turned around and faced him. He came up to me, grabbed my neck with one hand, and one of my butt cheeks with the other.

"You! You've been teasing me this whole time," he growled. "You want to suck on a sausage, bitch? I'll fucking give you something to suck!"

He pushed me close to his daughter's bed, then forced me to my knees. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, along with his underwear. His cock sprang out. It was not as big as Dad's or Mark's, but it was still quite nice.

Dave grabbed my head with one hand and his cock with the other. Then he forced his cock into my mouth. He didn't start slowly or let me suck him. No, he just straight-up plunged his cock into my throat.

With his cock inside, he grabbed my head with both hands and thrust in and out of me. I slurped, sucked, and licked his cock.

"Every day! I have to put up with that little tease of a daughter that doesn't even know what she's doing to me when she walks around the house in skimpy clothing, and now you do this?" he said as he moved my head in time with his hip thrusts. "You come into my house, dressed like a slut! And you tease, and touch, and show me that fucking ass of yours."

Dave must have been really worked up, because he soon pumped his cock deep into my throat, with my lips and nose buried in his pubic hair, and came, shooting several loads inside me.

He only took his cock out when he was done, and only then was I able to breathe.

Dave grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He sat down on his daughter's bed, then roughly bent me over his lap. My skirt rose up, showing every part of my butt.

Smack!

I let out a small whimper as his hand came down on my left butt cheek.

"Oh, you filthy slut," he said.

Smack! The other cheek.

"You think it's okay to have a body like this?"

Smack! Smack!

I moaned. The pain turned to pleasure. My cock struggled, trying to get out of the thong that held it.

"You walk around in short skirts, you bend over in front of me, and you sit on my lap. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?" Dave asked as he kept slamming his hand on my butt cheeks. "Do you, Sarah?"

Ah, so I was playing the part of his daughter now. I had my dad, but I guess I could let Dave be my Daddy for a bit.

"Daddy!" I moaned.

Dave grunted. He smacked me again and again. My stinging butt felt really hot.

"You act innocent all the time, but you're just another slut," he said. "And now your mother hasn't let me fuck her for weeks! Fuck!"

Way to go, Mark.

Dave grabbed my thong and slid it down. My cock was finally free and dangled down, leaking some precum.

"Uhmm, you're all wet here," he said as his fingers touched my butt hole. "And I bet your pussy is dripping..."

His fingers moved down from my hole, searching for a woman's pussy. Instead, he found my balls and my cock.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled. "You're a guy?!"

I wiggled my butt.

"No, Daddy. I'm your little slut," I said, in my most feminine voice possible.

"You've been tricking me this entire time..." he said. Then he smacked me really hard. "You. Fucking. Slut!"

He got up and threw me face down onto the bed. Then he pulled my butt up.

"I've dreamed of fucking my daughter here for a long time, so I don't care what hole I have to use, I'm going to fuck you anyway," he said.

He lined up his cock with my hole and slid into me.

"Mmm, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me in your daughter's bed."

He grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me. His body smacked against mine as he pumped faster and faster.

I grabbed the bed sheets, moaning as Dave fucked me.

"Harder, Daddy, harder!" I pleaded.

He listened to me and fucked me even harder. My cock leaked more precum, this time onto the bed. Oh, Sarah would sleep here later... would she find my precum? Would she know that her father had fucked me on her bed?

"Sarah, you slut," Dave said in-between thrusts. "I'm going to pump you full of cum."

His breathing grew rougher as he got close to cumming.

"Fill my pussy, Daddy. Make me pregnant. Make Sarah pregnant!" I said.

Well, that pushed him off the edge. Oops.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned as his cum shot out mid-thrust. He kept pumping his cock into me as load after load filled my insides.

A few seconds later, he pulled his cock out of me and got off the bed. I turned my head to look at him and wiggled my butt around.

"Thanks, Daddy. Hmm, I'm sooo full," I said, adding some moans. "But you're not done yet, are you?"

Dave picked up his pants and got dressed. Then he walked up to me and smacked my butt some more.

"Clean this up. I've been gone long enough; people might get suspicious," he said, leaving the room.

I pouted as I got up and slid the thong back into place. My cock didn't really fit anymore, but it was somehow held in place.

"Well, Dave, if you don't make your women cum, it's no wonder you don't get any action," I said to the empty room.

That's right. My cock was still leaking precum. Dave came too fast and didn't have enough cock to make me cum hands-free. He couldn't even compare to Dad and Mark.

Putting my problem aside for the moment, I straightened the bed sheets. Yeah, my precum was visible on both the floor and on the bed. Sarah would surely notice. Oh, well.

I exited the bedroom and walked to the stairs. As I started going down, I heard a door open, so I stopped and looked.

Sarah came out of another room, her hair and clothes all out of place, looking nothing like the girl I had seen downstairs. She adjusted her clothes and looked around. She didn't see me and walked away. Right after, out of the same room, came my brother.

"Mark," I whispered, calling him.

He saw me and walked over.

"How was Dave?" he asked.

"Not as good as you," I answered. "How was Sarah?"

He laughed.

"Tight, just how I like my virgins," he replied.

My eyes widened, and my eyebrows rose.

"That's right, little sis. I just wanted you to have some fun while I took her first time," he said. "Still have to fuck her ass... maybe next week."

"How about you fuck me instead?" I asked, approaching him.

Mark smiled and grabbed my butt.

"Sure. Let's go home," he said. "I'm done here anyway."

We rejoined the party and quickly said our goodbyes. At some point, just for fun, I bent over in front of some of the men, including Dave. I felt my hole open, and some of Dave's cum dribbled out, running down one thigh. The men that saw it happen let out several exclamations, and most had to adjust their cocks.

Debbie hugged me and told me I was welcome to go to their house anytime. She didn't know about her husband's cum leaking out of me, but with access to Mark's cock, maybe she wouldn't care.

***

Back at Mark's house, he took off his clothes and sat on the living room's sofa.