I dropped by my girlfriend's house on a Tuesday afternoon, though I knew she had practice during this time. Only her brother, Tim, would be home and he is a cool guy. His relationships have not been working out as he planned. His last girlfriend unceremoniously dropped him but, as my girlfriend pointed out, he was managing.
I knocked on the door and Tim answered.
"Is Christina home?" I asked him.
"Not yet. She is at cheerleader practice." He answered.
"Can I wait for her here?" I asked innocently.
"Sure." He said, letting me inside. "You want a coke?"
"Thanks." I said, following him into the kitchen.
Not for the first time, I noticed how similar their body types are. They were born a few minutes apart and Tina was born first.
We were all going to the same Community College. I was working in the school garage. Tina was a cheerleader and Tim was on the swim team.
Tina encouraged me to visit her brother this afternoon. She suggested I needed to loosen up a bit and have fun-but not too much fun; she winked at me.
I really did not know what she was talking about entirely. However, I was curious to learn more about her brother's kinky activity.
I have been dating Christina a few weeks and I have been to her home several times. I met Tim more than once and noticed how similar they are in build, eye color, and wavy blonde hair.
Admittedly, I compared Tina's ass with her brother's butt, and I don't think I would be able to tell the difference by looking at them from behind!
I was thinking all this as I recalled when Tina gave me new information about Tim. I admit I was excited to learn more about her brother's kinky antics, especially after Christina gave me the go ahead to have a little fun.
After Tim let me inside their home, I was checking out his lean form in his tight blue jeans. I also wondered if it was possible for him to do what Tina told me about him.
He turned to hand me a coke and caught me checking him out.
"She told you, didn't she?" He said angrily.
I smiled broadly before answering, "Yep."
"Oh fuck! She promised me she would not tell anyone." He blurted, almost panicking.
"Relax, dude. It is okay." I reassured him. "Actually, I think it is fucking incredible-almost hot."
"You are just fucking with me." He blushed and took a sip of his own soda.
"Seriously! Ever since she told me, I have been curious as hell." I said in a serious tone.
"Curious about what? You ever try it?" He seemed to be checking if I was messing with him.
"I am not that flexible! I don't have the body type." I said to him while showing I am a stocky guy and not slim, like him.
He looked me up and down and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. I guess you are right."
"I want to see you do it!" I blurted out.
He sputtered out the soda he was drinking. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No." I said plainly. "I have never seen it done-live. I have watched a couple transgenders do it on the internet but never live."
Tina told me last weekend about her brother's talent, I have been checking out the internet and doing research. The special women were able to do it and it looked hot as hell. While watching them, I would also think about Tim's traits, focusing on what is most feminine about him. I wondered if I could get excited during his show.
"I am not doing it for you. No fucking way!" He said almost angrily.
"I will tell your friends." I said evenly.
"If you do, I will tell my sister and you will never see her again." He whined.
"It was her idea!" I told him. "She said it was super-hot and you were too flustered when she caught you. Tina said to me that you needed to lighten up and me watching you might help you unwind."
Tim had an embarrassed look on his face and stammered.
"Hey, look." I said to calm him down. "Your next girlfriend will think it is fucking hot. You can't get nervous around her. Think of this as practice."
"That is absurd! You just want to make fun of me." He rationalized.
"No. I am serious. Your sister was gushing how hot it is to watch. You might feel more comfortable having an audience. You don't want to be scared in front of your girlfriend, do you?" I asked.
"Your logic is crazy! I can't believe my sister encouraged you to see me do it!" He fumed.
"This is exactly what she was talking about." I said, shaking my head. "You need to be comfortable showing off your talent."
Tim was speechless.
"How can I prove to you I am not fucking with you?" I asked him.
He thought about it for a moment before asking me, "How about you show me your cock?"
"What?" I laughed.
"I think you are fucking with me and you are going to tell my friends what I did. I need some leverage so you will stay quiet." He reasoned.
"Hmm. Good point." I said while pulling out my soft cock.
"Stroke it. Make it hard." He teased.
"Now look who is fucking with who." I laughed, putting it back and zipping my fly.
Slightly annoyed, he continued. "Fine. Tell me you want to see mine."
I stated evenly, "I want to see you suck yourself off."
He had a shocked look on his face.
"Satisfied?" I asked eagerly.
"Not yet. Let's go to my room. I don't want anyone to look through the blinds or something like that." He said shakingly.
He hesitated before moving to his bedroom. "I don't believe this." He complained, looking back at my smiling face before heading slowly to his room.
I made a slight detour to his sister's room and quickly pulled out a pair of purple panties from her dresser and caught up with him in his bedroom.
He was watching his computer screen, which showed a scene with a big breasted woman giving a blowjob to a young guy.
"I need stimulation." He said, while moving around his room nervously.
His eyes caught what I was holding in my hand. "What the fuck?"
"I think you would look great in these. I also need added stimulation." I chuckled.
"I am not wearing those." He said adamantly.
"Come on. You are going to see my cock. The least you can do is wear them. Be thankful I did not bring her stockings!" I said gleefully.
He laughed. "I don't think my next girlfriend will want to see me in panties! I am not wearing them."
"Oh, come on. You might feel and look sexy." I suggested and then added, "You might even like it."
"You think I am going to be sexy for you? You are fucking nuts." He laughed again.
"I did not say you would be sexy." I defended myself. "I said maybe."