Morgan
Chiseled abs, strong arms, and a gorgeous smile- if she had a type, he would be it. She pinched her sensitive nipples as she stared at his face, memorizing every single line in his smooth skin. She cupped her small breasts, smiling at how much they had grown since she started taking the hormones. They were far from a handful, but there was definitely something there.
Her hands wandered down her stomach, eager to stroke her clit. Even though it was technically still a cock, it had never felt that way to her. It was small and delicate, just like her. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and began to gently move her hand back and forth, exposing its wet tip. Her eyes went back to the photo, staring into his as she felt the butterflies start to erupt. She imagined what was under his swim trunks, how he would shiver as her tongue traced down his perfect abs and licked up his shaft. She stroked her clit faster, biting her lip as she imagined it was his hands serving her pleasure.
When she imagined his mouth on her, her clit exploded all over the photo.
She made sure to clean it up before placing it back on the fireplace mantle, amid the rest of the family photos.
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The photo was taken years ago, before she had transitioned. It was just the two of them, embracing on the dock at their family’s cottage. She still remembered how the weight of his hand on her shoulder always made her feel safe and seen. They were best friends, Morgan and Alex, and always had been- since birth.
That’s how brothers often were.
She knew it was wrong to fantasize about her brother that way. She of course would never act on it, or tell anyone- especially him. She didn’t even know how it had started. She never saw him that way growing up, but since she transitioned she found herself thinking more about how he made her feel. Around Alex, she always felt safe- normal, accepted. She would lay awake at night wishing that he would put his arm around her again, and tell her that everything would be okay. That fantasy had deepened over time, and she had romanticized their connection to the point that she was now cumming on family photos.
Damned hormones.
She had never felt comfortable in her own skin. Being a boy had never felt quite right, except when she was a brother. Being with her brother Alex made her feel whole; it was the only time that she didn’t question her identity- when she was with him, she was exactly who she was supposed to be. Alex was always his little brother’s protector; he was strong and athletic, a self-assured force. Morgan contrasted him as a skinny and timid boy, who was much better at a deep emotional 1:1 conversation than commanding a room. Together, they balanced each other out and made a great team.
When Alex left for college halfway around the world, she fell apart. It was like a limb had been severed, and there was no one left in her corner. She had no idea who she was without him.
Their parents put her in therapy, and through a lot of self excavation she developed the courage to transition from the boy that was left behind to the girl that she had always been. Alex tried to stay in touch, but she pulled away- she wasn’t sure how he would react, and she wasn’t ready to face him. She had sworn their parents to secrecy. They had both been incredibly supportive, and encouraged her to confide in her brother, but she just didn’t know how.
She would need to figure it out soon, though, because Alex had just graduated. He was moving home this weekend, back into his childhood bedroom- the one right next to hers.
Alex
He wrestled his last suitcase into his parents’ waiting car, then took his spot in the backseat. His heart sank as he realized Morgan’s seat beside him was empty. “Morgan didn’t come?” he asked, disappointment clear in his voice.
“Sh…Morgan is waiting for us at home,” his dad replied. “Morgan has some news, and wanted to be the one to tell you.”
“Is he okay?” Alex asked. He knew that something was up. He and Morgan had been best friends all through childhood, then when Alex went to college they had drifted apart. Alex had told himself it was just a natural part of growing up and being in different life stages, but he knew deep down that there was something else going on.
“Morgan is fine- better than fine,” his mother assured him. “Now, tell us what you have planned for the summer!”
Alex took the change of subject as offered, talking about his summer internship and his hopes that it would turn into a job in the fall. He had some college friends coming to visit later in the summer, and was excited to show them around town. His girlfriend Anissa was also coming to visit in a couple of weeks.
“Oh we are just so excited to meet her,” his mother gushed. “You’ve barely told us anything about her! Spill, Alex!” she said playfully.
“Your mother has been dying to ask about her, but I made her wait until she could corner you in person,” his dad said with a smirk.
“Really throwing me to the wolves, Dad- thanks,” Alex said goodnaturedly. “Anissa is great Mom, you’ll like her,” Alex promised. “She’s totally out of my league. She’s beautiful, smart, and she’s really ambitious- she is going to law school in the fall,” he gushed, knowing that her resume would impress his parents.
He’d had a crush on Anissa since their first year of college; they had flirted back and forth in class, and he was hooked. He had been far too timid to pursue her back then, and then when he finally got up the nerve, she had a boyfriend. Alex thought that their story was over before it had begun, but then one night at a party she kissed him- totally out of the blue. She ended her relationship the next day, and they had been together ever since.
He didn’t know how he got so lucky, but he dared not question it.
He knew how lucky he was to be with such a gorgeous, intelligent girl, and he wasn’t about to fumble her. He did his best to be worthy of her, even becoming captain of the varsity baseball team at her urging. He liked that she pushed him to be better, and she often did. She said that she wanted to be with someone successful, and had even helped him get his summer internship.
Alex worshipped the ground that Anissa walked on. He was desperate to worship her in other ways- in naked ways- but after a year of dating they had only had sex a few times. He didn’t want to pressure her- he had been clear about that- but he was beginning to think that there was something wrong with him. She always offered him a kiss hello and goodbye, and they would hold hands when they were out. Most times that they were alone and he wanted to go further, she made an excuse- headache, needed to study, tired…he had heard them all.
He never wanted to be the guy pressuring his girlfriend into sex, and he wouldn’t be. He was so lucky to be with her after years of pining, he could definitely wait until the pressures of school lessened. He was holding out hope that maybe now that they were done studying for the summer they could connect better, on a different level.
“Ah, home sweet home,” his dad said as they pulled into the driveway. Alex breathed a contented sigh as he took in the familiar front porch and old wooden door of their red brick house. He ignored the strange sense of nervousness that he felt when he remembered that his brother was inside.
Morgan
Morgan had changed her outfit three times. She had started with jeans in an effort to soften the jump scare at her new look, but then realized that it might be best to just rip the bandaid off. She had landed in a denim skirt and blue tank top with enough coverage that the lace of her bra didn’t peek out of the top. She wore her panties snug so that there wouldn’t be any slippage, and took extra care doing her hair and makeup so that it looked effortless (even though, ironically, that actually took more effort- go figure).
She looked at herself critically in the mirror, trying to see herself through Alex’s eyes. Her body had always been skinny, but in the skirt and tight fitting tank top it looked a lot more proportional than it had drowning in boy’s clothing. Her straight blonde hair had grown past her shoulders, framing her features made more feminine by makeup. Her breasts were barely noticeable, but the bra she wore helped give them definition. Her legs and armpits were shaved, and overall she looked softer. She was proud of the way she looked, and desperately hoped that her brother would feel the same in time.
She heard the doors slam of her parents’ car, and felt her heart beat in her throat as she hid in the kitchen waiting for her brother to come into the house.
“Morgan, I’m home! Dick move not coming to the airport, Bro. Where the heck are you?!” he bellowed. The sound of his voice made tears prick at Morgan’s eyes. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked into the living room.
“Hi, Alex. I’m here,” Morgan said quietly. She had to make herself look him directly in the eyes, while her body desperately longed to run across the room and hug him- or maybe run from him?
Alex stopped short, taking Morgan in for the first time in years. She knew that he was clocking all of the changes- wardrobe, long hair, budding breasts- and a voice a few notes higher. She watched his eyes bulge, and then his jaw drop.
He recovered quickly, closing the gap between them and crushing her in his strong, familiar arms.
They stood there for what could have been minutes or hours, locked in an embrace that said all of the things that Morgan hadn’t been able to. She breathed in his scent, relaxing into the perfect space in his arms that seemed to be made just to fit her. She could feel his heart beat on her cheek, the rushed pace matching her own.
“Are you happy?” Alex finally whispered.
“Now I am,” Morgan replied earnestly.
Alex let her go, his strong hands on her shoulders steadying her as she wobbled after the impact of his hug.
“Well, good. Then I am happy for you. It seems like we have a lot to catch up on,” he said with a warm smile as he tousled her newly long hair.
“Just a few things,” Morgan agreed, sliding back into their sibling banter with ease. “For starters, Mom moved her sewing stuff into your room, and dad has taken up pickleball, and won’t shut up about it. Oh, and now you have a sister!”
