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Saran was a bit wayward.

His group of friends were mostly staying in town. School was out for most of them, but they were still a strong community. Some of them had jobs and some others had plans for further education. Two month of being eighteen had given the young man a broader understanding of the available nightlife in their town, but the more he sampled of adulthood, the more he tried to retreat into his carefree past. With this twilight between the two, he was suffering from separation anxiety everywhere he turned. Maybe it came out as violence, one or twice, but mostly it lent him a kind of darkness that worked well on whoever he needed to charm; which was pretty much anyone with warm holes for his cock.

It had started three years ago, when his then beloved big brother had been in the same predicament. Vincent had a good head on his shoulders, and while mom and dad were very loving, they weren't very rich. Even if they were, Vinnie preferred to do things his own way. He'd been saving up to leave this place. It would have been impressive if it hadn't been so hurtful. That's when Saran had picked up smoking. Not that Vinnie had thought much about it other than to tell him to stop. Where the fuck was the big brother that used to drive him everywhere, and teach him that people who backed down were bitches? Heck, Vinnie had even made being gay look like a fucking superpower. To this day Saran didn't know if he'd fucked his first guy because he wanted to, or because he wanted to be more like Vinnie. Saran couldn't lay off girls though.

The mix of very common complexes worked for the recent young adult. It darkened his brow shadowed his serene skin enough to make him a darkhorse in his own gang. He was supposed to hang with them today. Like he always did. He didn't even tell mom and dad anymore, when he went out. They pestered him to be more like their precious Vincent, and get a job. Maybe soon. Maybe it was time to fucking grow up. Vincent had.

But Saran had felt enough of this spiraling deal that he didn't feel like getting a party started at Tom's house. So he'd left while the pool was still filling up. Mom and dad had their trip today, so maybe the house would be empty. Pretty sure Vincent was at his job. So, he straddled his orange scrambler and went home. His cheekbone-long black, wavy hair was free. Recklessly, the helmet hung off one handle. It didn't go with his white t-shirt and riding leather pants, anyway. He did have to pat his hair down with a couple of combs through it when he dismounted his motorcycle, though, when he got home. Maybe he'd been paranoid about the helmet thing because he'd led the bike further from the house than he usually did.

The tall youth went inside. He was actually looking forward to some peace and quiet. But when he got in to the larger hall that opened up into the kitchen that then was connected to the livingroom, there was definitely sounds coming from mom and dad's bedroom on the first floor, further ahead in the corridor. With his brow scrunched, he brandished his phone on record, and stepped out of his boots. He treaded carefully toward the noises, more incriminating by the second, and found that the bedroom door was ajar. He stuck the phone in first, before following with his head to see what was going on. Were they being robbed?

 

[justanoobwriter]

Vincent always seemed like the more calm and collected out of the two brothers. Much to everyone's surprise, he came out as gay right before he turned 18 years old, but much to his own surprise, everyone just accepted it. From then on, he was always open about it, talking about the guys he met with his family, but he didn't flaunt it and didn't really seemed like the flamboyant type.

Their family never was rich- the parents did what they could to provide for their two sons, and they always had clothes to wear and food to eat, but expenses like college or new cars were something far out of their budget. Vincent wanted to get away from the family home, as he was growing tired of it- even though he loved his family, he finally wanted some actual privacy in his life, and he knew that college would be the way to achieve that privacy. He also knew that he would have to save up quite a bit of money to even be able to move out, and he still would have to take out a student loan to pay for tuition, so he figured that taking a couple of gap years after graduating high school was the best course of action. His first job was a shitty one and he wasn't afraid to admit it, as flipping burgers as a line cook at some sleazy fast food joint certainly was nobody's idea of career, but soon enough he found a paid internship in the sales department of a company that dealt in spare vehicle parts. He never was a fan of anything automotive, but due to the nature of his work he was quite well acquainted with most latest models of cars and motorbikes and which part was used where. He even managed to get a good deal for the parts for the old bike Saran was riding, as he got it in an almost unusable state as a gift form one of their most distant relatives.

Either way, that evening was supposed to be all his. His parents were away for the weekend, it was their anniversary, so he felt like they deserved a bit of rest and gave them some money to get away to the seaside. As it was Friday, he supposed that his brother would go to one of his many friends to party there, and Saran's parties were always couple-day-long benders, so Vincent was supposed to be all alone in their family home.

While everyone knew he was gay, pretty much nobody knew about his exact preferences. He still considered himself to be a cis male, but he found a certain fascination and arousal in crossdressing. He had been doing it for quite a while by then, using days like that one where he would be alone to have some fun by himself. He even started regularly shaving his entire body and grew the hair on his head to quite a substantial length, his dark-brown locks were freely flowing around his shoulders and onto his back and chest. Of course, at work he kept it neatly tucked into a bun to appear more professional, but when doing his little sessions, he always made sure to leave it loose and brushed it out to add more volume to it.

He didn't really have any feminine clothing of his own, as he didn't want it to be found by his parents, or worse yet, his brother, as he knew he would hear no end of the making fun. While they accepted him being gay, he was quite sure they wouldn't accept him dressing like a woman, his parents weren't anywhere near this progressive, and Saran was, well, Saran, and there was no telling how he would react. So, his evening began by him raiding his mother's closet- they were of similar height and build, for which he was glad. He grabbed a black, sheer lace bralette and matching sheer panties, along with some sheer lace stockings, all from the lingerie drawer, and put them on. Afterwards, he opened the main portion of the wardrobe and picked out a dark green sweater dress with a zipper on the front that allowed to adjust the depth of the cleavage, he opened it all the way up- even though he obviously had no actual breasts, the cleavage made it seem like there was something going on his chest besides his nipples.

Then, he headed to the bathroom and did his make-up, he was becoming quite the pro at it as he did it multiple times, and practice makes perfect. Once that was done, he went back to his room for the only article of unequivocally feminine attire he owned- a pair of black, high-heeled pumps, which he had to get as his feet were just a tad bit too big to fit into any of mom's shoes, and kept hidden in a black plastic bag in the ventillation duct. He then returned to his parent's room and grabbed one more thing out of his mom's lingerie drawer, something he found quite early into his crossdressing journey but only recently started using- a sizable dildo with a suction cup. He attached the dildo to the floor, raised his dress up a bit, and rolled his panties to the side- his small cock was hard from the moment he put the stockings on, but only now he started to massage it, as if it was a pussy instead.

He grabbed a bottle of lube that was next to the dildo- he made sure to take note of how much was left and replaced it every now and then, at first with water, then with actual fresh lube; applied some of it to the tip of the rubber dick and let it flow down onto the sides of the shaft, he also smeared a bit with his hand on his tight anus, and lowered himself to impale himself on it. He started out slow, moaning with pure pleasure as he went, each movement of his hips getting it deeper inside of him. His moans sounded quite feminine as he was doing that.

He was close to cumming, his small dick glistening with pre-cum, as he saw Saran enter the room. Vincent just froze in shock and blushed, which was visible even through the quite thick make-up on his face.

 

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It was quite obvious what was happening by the noises before the youngest brother even came in. At a bit of distance, he could have mistaken the moans for a woman's, and for a second thought it was mom. But aside from knowing his mother's sounds, their parents weren't the kind to use their privacy like this even if they were fairly certain they were alone. The drawbacks of having children, he supposed. But he knew the voice, however distorted with causal perversion, when he stood by the threshold, still concealed by the door. That was definitely Vincent's vocals, though at a rather female octave. Maybe that should have been it. That's all anyone really needs to know. But there was no way the little brother wouldn't look now. And, for some reason, he wanted to film it.

When he stepped in, his hunger for sensationalism and drama was not disappointed. There, in full womanly garb, was the big brother he'd always looked up to his whole life. Saran recognized the dress. Mom liked it quite a bit. She'd worn it new years last. She'd even changed out of it right after the stroke of twelve to keep it clean. He remembered her making a big deal when dad almost spilled salsa on it, and how she'd apologized for her tantrum later. And here it was, on Vincent, showing off his sternum and the fact that he wore a fucking bra underneath. It clung to him rather well, despite not having mom's breast - though she was a modestly shaped woman. But the most eyecatching thing was of course between his big brother's spread legs. The adorable, small cock made Saran feel like a man, considering his own hardware. He couldn't help but stare as the tiny package was mashed by Vincent's fingers as though it was a particularly fat pussy rather than male genitalia. It was quite the sight.

Underneath, visible to him and the recoding end of his phone, was the glistening purple dildo mounted and fastened to mom and dad's wooden floor. It was currently shining with the lube of the bottle laid down to his spread-eagle brother's side. Half eaten by Vincent's asshole, Saran still recognized the toy from having dug through mom's drawers for condoms, once. Damn did Vincent's anus look good, suckling on that toy that was bought to stimulate their mother.

Saran grinned with glee. The room smelled filthy and intimate, and like the lube and Vincent's sweat. He knew it from playing with him during hot summers. Saran came over to Vincent. It was very telling that his big brother didn't close his legs, and only stayed there, impaled and blushing. Saran knew what Vincent needed as he looked down at the male who was usually taller than him. "You a fucking princess now, Vinnie?" he asked, still filming. His other and lifted his big brother's chin to make him stare up at him. He locked his thumb over it so Vinnie had to raise a bit to follow, only to then pull to sink him onto the dildo again. "Gay's one thing, but now you gonna rub your tiny dick while dressing up like a woman, you freak?" he asked. He slapped him on camera. "You know you've done it now, don't you? Look at you. You're not even stopping, that's how fucked in the head you are." he said.

All the while, though, the superior cock started lifting the leather riding pants right in front of Vincent's face. "Maybe they should have named you Victoria instead? Guess that's what I'll call you. Vicky." he muttered. "Can't wait for your friends and our family to see this." he threatened.

 

[justanoobwriter]

Vincent was frozen in shock and embarrasment for quite a while. For fuck's sake, out of all the people to find me like this... I'd rather it was mom or even dad... He thought, as his brother encircled him, with his phone, that surely was recording the whole incident, pointed directly at Vincent. Saran walked around him like a predator that just cornered some prey, his wide grin showing that, not unlike that said predator, he was going to pounce any moment now. The older brother recoiled slightly as the younger lifted his chin, but he didn't move at all when he got slapped. He was not going to give his younger brother the satisfaction of feeling superior to him, or at least he thought.

Truth was, he was completely, absolutely and utterly fucked. He truly wished that his parents found him like this instead of his little brother- mom and dad would just give him a stern speech, in private, and would ask him to move out, which he was about to do anyway, but Saran was unpredictable. Vincent knew full well that his attention-seeking brother would not only run his mouth to anyone, no matter if they asked or not, but also probably upload the video everywhere, and that would stick with him for quite a long time, probably ruining his social life for a couple of years, and making it difficult for him to find a job, unless he moved to the other side of the country instead of the nearest town that had a university.

He was embarrassed enough that he didn't even notice Saran's cock getting hard, and it was definitely visible in his leather motorcycle pants. "No, please, I'll do anything, just delete that video!" Vincent pleaded upon hearing that threat. Fuck. He thought, knowing that he spoke way too soon and way too impulsively. Saran was many things, but he definitely was one to hold people to their word, and Vincent knew that saying this would eventually bite him in the ass.

 

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The expression of horror and embarrassment was unusual for his proud older brother. Usually Vincent was unflappable. He'd not been ashamed of being gay, and he relentlessly followed his dream of making something of himself. He had focus and he got the confidence of that focus. He knew that he'd make it out of this town one day, when he'd saved up enough money for the education he wanted. Perhaps Saran had been impressed and annoyed at that. And hurt. Because what was outside of their town? Not Saran. And that's where his big brother wanted to go so badly he worked so hard they barely saw each other, anymore. It had been seething for a while, making knots in Seran's stomach.

But coming in here, there was a sense of relief, as soon as he realized what was happening. This was Vincent losing control. This was him making a mistake. Saran was livid with happiness for having been the one to walk in on his brother in a fucking dress, mom's dildo up his ass. He grinned when Vinnie tried to be defiant, looking up at him. It felt good to slap him, and even after that, Vinnie tried to hold on to whatever advantage he though he still had. Big brothers don't want to let go of their power. But it was gone now. The little brother groaned in pleasure when his older sibling begged him. Vinnie had never begged him for anything. Saran's thumb rode Vincent's lower lip while he pleaded.

"Anything?" he asked when he saw the instant regret on his brother's face. "What do you have to offer me, Vicky?" he asked and then slid the thumb past Vincent's lips, to make sure he had his older brother's submission. "A slut like you should know what to do." he said darkly as the thumb started drawing circles on Vincent's tongue. "Continue fucking yourself on the dildo." he ordered, phone still hovering over the spread slut, catching everything. Saran looked down at his brother's little prick, and touched it with his sock-clad toe. "Fuck, bro. I thought you were hung. This is almost cute. Is that a pussy?" he teased.

 

[justanoobwriter]

Now you've fucking done it... Vincent thought, scolding himself. He said exactly what his brother wanted to hear, judging by his reaction. Normally, he wouldn't make much about Saran's threats, they were usually a way of harboring attention, but that day the situation was marginally different. It didn't take a genius to realize that his situation was dire, and if he didn't take his younger brother seriously his life would most likely be ruined through a couple of buttons pressed on a few social medias.

Upon hearing Saran's request, Vincent reluctantly started rythmically riding the large dildo, which still was attached to the floor. He did it silently, not responding to his brother's comments- he knew full well that his brother was trying to provoke him, to get him angry, so that the younger could have a reason, however half-baked to publish his recording. Vincent felt ashamed, as anyone would in that situation, but unlike the case with anyone, there was something else going on in his head, emotionally, that he couldn't exactly point a finger to at that time.

Even though he was close to orgasm not that long before, the mix of emotions made that ship sail away. Still, his erection, however small his cock was, persisted, but he rationalized it internally with the fact that his prostate was still technically being stimulated. Straight guys get boners at proctology examinations all the time, right? He thought, as the lubed up dildo kept sloshing around in his already stretched out asshole, all the while emitting lewd sounds that filled the room, only broken by Saran chuckling.

"Had your fill? Are we done here?" The brothers had that in common- neither of them could keep their mouth shut when they were supposed to. Vincent was usually just more tactful.

 

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The emotions that flitted over Vincent's face were perfectly caught on the phone. Saran smiled and nodded to encourage it, but it couldn't have looked like anything other than the mocking he meant it as. It felt good to be superior to his older brother for once. The smaller male groaned to have his brother obey him. While Vincent wasn't opposed to doing him favors, there was still enough of their age dynamic that some of it usually came with a jab or two. That's not to say he hadn't appreciated the help he'd gotten with the scrambler that he rode everywhere.

But now Vincent was fucking himself in the ass because he'd been told! The arousal and sensation of power boiled Saran's blood. This really was going to be the changing point in their relationship. He thought Vincent looked rather good, moving like that, exposed and obviously engaged in his own undoing. It was hard to reconcile this slut with the man Saran had looked up to all his life. The small cock flopped like it waved for attention, and its obvious hardness said a lot about the bouncing beauty. He shook his head like his brother's question was the most stupid thing he'd ever heard.

"Nah." he said, pitched, to annoy Vincent. He reached out and grabbed the long brunette tresses, and pulled the down to lift Vincent's chin and have him look into the camera while he still moved on the dildo. Pulling at the hair at the right time would also let Saran increase the depth and velocity at which Vincent was being impaled. "Why don't you tell the camera what happening." he said. It was not as much of a suggestion as it sounded. He wanted to hear his brother describe the situation, to make him have to accept it. "Say that you're a little slut in your mother's dress, fucking your mother's dildo, and your tiny cock is rock hard from it."

Saran shifted where he stood. His own cock, far better built than the tiny thing that flipped between Vincent's open thighs, was getting painful in its leather bind. "In fact." he started and let go of Vincent's hair dismissively, to unzip and take out his own dick. The smell was sweaty and tart as it billowed out, the fat cock bowing and still growing as he slapped it onto Vincent's cheekbone, to rest it there so it'd all be on camera. "Say it into the microphone."