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June always thought he was “different” from other boys. He kept his hair long, had more female friends than male ones, enjoyed painting his nails, and always had this longing ache in his heart whenever he saw girls giggling and doing each other’s hair. The internet was a total eye opener. He found out about transgender people about a year ago. Where he lived, he had never exactly met many trans people, and he didn’t know if August had either. June always dropped little subtle hints he could that made him feel just a little more comfortable in his body. Like making his game characters female, wearing some bras he had secretly bought and hid in the very depths of his closet, and posing as a cis girl on his tumblr page.
June lived with August, his older brother, ever since their parents had died. Their grandmother was much too busy at her clinic to house them full time, so August had got a job as a fashion designer/artisan at a company to support them. They generally had 0 problems with each other, and tonight wasn’t really different so far.
August’s room looked like a gaming store display that had been left on overnight. RGB lights pulsed from inside his PC tower in slow waves of neon purple and blue, reflecting off the glass panel. The keyboard on his desk flickered through colors every time he pressed a key, the clacking loud enough that June could hear it clearly from where he was sprawled across the couch.
He squinted toward the desk, half shielding his eyes with his hoodie sleeve.
“I still don’t understand how you sleep in here,” he said.
August didn’t even glance away from the monitor. Something loud and explosive was happening in the game he was playing, his character sprinting across the screen while he mashed keys with the intensity of someone piloting a fighter jet.
“Because,” he said, completely serious, “it’s masculine manly man stuff.”
June let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.
“Your computer looks like it’s about to achieve sentience.”
“Good,” August replied. “Then it can start carrying me in ranked.”
For a moment the only sounds in the room were the clicking of his keyboard and the low hum of the computer fans. June shifted deeper into the couch cushions, scrolling absently on his phone while the neon lights reflected off the ceiling in slow, shifting patterns. The whole room felt warm and faintly electric.
“FUCK!! I died.” August yelled
After a minute, August leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head, cracking his knuckles.
“Hey,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “You ever had an edible before?”
June blinked up from his phone.
“…No?”
He held up a small plastic baggie like it was no big deal.
“You want one?”
August held the bag out toward him for a second longer.
June stared at it like it might start explaining itself.
“…How strong is it?” he asked.
August shrugged.
“Normal strong.”
“That is not a real unit of measurement.”
“It’s fine, I take these all the time man,” he said, already turning back to his chair. “You’re not gonna explode.”
He hesitated for another moment, then pushed himself upright from the couch and took one.
The gummy was small. Brightly colored. Completely unthreatening.
Which somehow made it feel worse.
“You look like you’re about to take medicine,” August said.
“I am taking medicine.”
“For what.”
June popped it into his mouth before he could overthink it further. The taste was vaguely fruity, with a weird bitter aftertaste that clung to the back of his tongue.
“For… being bored,” he said after swallowing.
“Valid.”
August turned back to his monitor and restarted the match. Explosions lit up the screen. His keyboard immediately started clacking again.
June sank back into the couch.
At first, nothing happened.
Which made him feel stupid.
He scrolled through his phone for a while, half paying attention to a video and half listening to August muttering at his screen.
“Bro, no way-”
More frantic keyboard noises.
“Okay, that was bullshit.”
After a few minutes, June glanced over at him.
“You talk to your computer like it’s a person.”
“That’s the only way it’ll submit to me.”
June huffed out a small laugh and went back to scrolling.
Time passed in that weird, slow way it does when you’re just hanging out in someone’s room with no real plan.
The RGB lights inside August’s computer pulsed gently in the corner of his vision. Purple. Blue. Pink. Purple again.
He blinked.
“…Your computer looks weird,” he said.
August didn’t turn around.
“It always looks like that.”
“No, I mean…” he squinted at it. “It looks like it’s breathing.”
He finally glanced over his shoulder.
“You might be baked.”
“Shut up.”
But he couldn’t stop staring at it.
The lights really did seem brighter now, reflecting faintly off the glass panel and the wall behind the desk.
The whole room felt warmer somehow.
His limbs felt… floaty.
“…Oh,” June said slowly.
August grinned.
“Yeah.”
He leaned his head back against the couch cushion, letting out a quiet laugh he didn’t entirely mean to.
“Why does your keyboard sound so loud.”
“It’s a mechanical keyboard.”
“It sounds like you’re building a house.”
“Skill issue.”
For a while they just existed like that- August hunched over his game, June half-melting into the couch while the lights shifted lazily across the room.
Eventually, August’s match ended with a loud victory sound.
He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head again.
When he turned around this time, June was staring at the ceiling like it had just revealed the meaning of life.
“You good?” he asked.
June blinked at him slowly.
“…Auggie.”
“Yeah?”
“Your room is… really intense.”
He looked around like he was seeing it for the first time.
“It’s normal.”
“It’s not normal.”
August snorted and rolled his chair a little closer to the couch.
For a moment neither of them said anything.
The quiet felt… softer somehow.
June picked absently at a loose thread on the sleeve of his hoodie.
His brain felt warm and fuzzy in a way that made his thoughts wander in strange directions.
Things he normally avoided thinking about kept drifting closer to the surface.
He frowned slightly.
“…Hey,” he said after a moment.
August looked up from his phone.
“Yeah?”
He hesitated.
Then the words slipped out before he could stop them.
“…I think I’m a girl, bro.”
The room went quiet.
Even the computer fans seemed quieter somehow.
August blinked once.
Then twice.
He looked at June, really looked at her this time.
“…Yeah?” he said.
June stared down at her hands.
“…Yeah.”
She laughed nervously, rubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie.
“Sorry. I think I’m like… really high.”
August was quiet for another second.
Then he shrugged.
“That’s cool.”
June looked up.
He was already leaning back in his chair again like the conversation had been about the weather.
“I’ve always wanted a sister anyway,” he added casually.
For a moment she just stared at him.
“…Wait,” she said.
August tilted his head.
“What?”
They don’t talk for a hot minute.
“…Yeah,” he says slowly, like he’s solving a math problem in real time. “Okay.”
June frowns.
“Okay?” she repeats.
“Yeah.”
“That’s your reaction?”
August finally reaches over and pauses the game. The sudden silence makes the room feel weirdly serious.
He turns in his chair to face her properly.
“Well,” he says, “first of all, that tracks.”
June squints at him.
“What does that mean.”
“I mean,” he gestures vaguely at her, “you’ve had girl vibes for like… a while.”
She stares at him.
“What does that even mean.”
“I don’t know, man. Sister intuition.”
“You didn’t even have a sister.”
“I do now.”
The words land in the air like something fragile.
For a second neither of them moves.
June suddenly becomes very interested in the fraying seam of the couch cushion under her fingers.
“I’m serious,” she mutters quietly.
August snorts.
“I know you’re serious.”
“No, like—” she sits up a little, suddenly anxious again. “I’m actually serious. I didn’t just say that because I’m high.”
“Okay.”
“And it’s not a joke.”
“I know.”
“And I’ve been thinking about it for like—” she gestures vaguely, searching for the number, “—a long time.”
“Yeah,” August says.
June finally looks up at him.
“…You’re not surprised?”
He shrugs.
“A little.”
“How little.”
“Like… when you open a fridge and there’s only one soda left.”
“That’s a terrible comparison.”
“You still expected it to be there.”
June huffs a quiet laugh despite herself.
Her shoulders relax a little.
The silence that follows is softer now.
August leans back in his chair.
“So,” he says casually, “you got a name you want me to use or are we workshopping that later?”
Eishia blinks.
“That’s your next question?”
“Feels like the logical next step.”
She rubs her face with both hands.
“Oh my god.”
“What?”
“You’re being way too normal about this.”
August shrugs again.
“What do you want me to do, scream?”
“A little emotional turmoil would be nice.”
He pretends to think about it.
“…Give me a second.”
He spins the chair around. as he comes back to face her, his hand now dramatically clutches his chest.
“My sibling… has become… my sister…”
Eishia throws a pillow at him.
“Shut up!”
He catches it easily, laughing.
Then, after a second, he stands up and walks over to the couch.
The sudden movement makes Eishia sit up straighter.
August looks down at her.
“…Come here, idiot.”
Before she can ask what that means, he pulls her into a quick, slightly awkward hug.
Eishia freezes for half a second.
Then she hugs him back.
His hoodie smells faintly like laundry detergent and energy drinks.
“You’re still my annoying little sibling,” he says into the top of her head.
She muffles a laugh against his shoulder.
“Little sister,” she corrects.
He pauses.
“…Yeah.”
He squeezes her a little tighter.
“Little sister.”
The CBD must’ve hit Eishia like a TRUCK, because the next thing she knows, they’re just sitting in his bed together. Luckily, however, with clothes on, and watching a movie.
“Y’know.. I’ve known for a while” August suddenly mentions.
“W-what? How?” Eishia’s face turns red. “The only way I really expressed it was my hair, but you’ve got long hair too.”
“I saw those website’s you’ve been on. I also saw your Stardew save file.” He glances over to her. “I don’t know why you didn’t tell me sooner. I’ll always be here no matter what. Boy, girl, uhhh…. gender-neutral chibi thing… yeah. You’ll always be my Junie.”
Eishia can’t help but let tears fall down her soft cheeks at her brother’s words.
“June, are you crying?? Don’t be like that.” He grabs her cheeks to make her face him.
She is crying. But there’s a strange feeling down there. She also has a boner. God damn it. It’s probably the most painful boner she’s ever experienced. And to the fact that her older brother is manhandling her while she’s sobbing. Hey Siri google 500 ways to kill myself right now.
Her frankly pitiful attempts at concealing her growing erection doesn’t work. August notices and gets a strange look in his eyes. Eishia feels something poking her in the thigh. Oh fuck, they’re both hard.
August grabs her by the waist and puts her into his lap. She wants to desperately to start moving her hips back and forth, but all she can do is stare up at her brother with a look of pure desperation.
“Don’t worry Junie, I’ll take care of you. I’ll get you all the estrogen and dresses you’ll ever need, and turn you into the girl you’ve always wanted to be.” August promises, knowing what he’s doing to the younger girl.
Eishia’s face. goes even redder than it was, if that’s even possible. She tries to squirm away. She shouldn’t be thinking these things about her own brother.
They sit hip to hip for a little while, as August kinda just holds her there. Before long, she realizes that he’s grinding his dick against hers. She throws all her prior doubts out of the window and goes for it, kissing him. Everything turns into a heated blur. August immediately reciprocates, prying for full access to her mouth with his tongue. Eishia has never felt anything more relieving. She squeaks out a high pitched moan, a voice that somewhat feels like hers. August smirks at the sudden release of the noise, grabbing her waist and flipping her onto her back.
The only thing Eishia was wearing was a hoodie with nothing under it, so it was pretty easy access that August thoroughly enjoyed. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, they used to do everything together as kids. Including showering and sleeping in the same bed. It finally hit her what all those little touches and gropes were at night whenever August was going through puberty. He began kissing all over her flattened chest, rubbing where her underboob would be.
“You’d look so hot with perky little tits” August mutters, laughing slightly under his breath.
“You’re such a pervy douche, Auggie.” She huffs.
He trails his hands all over her body, getting to her arms. He notices something he hasn’t before, thin white lines along her forearms. Some were still scabbing over. He knew what this was, but his brain was still clouded from the edible, so he didn’t say much. Eishia noticed his gaze though, and quickly pulls her arm back.
“Those are old. You don’t need to worry about them.” Eishia stammers.
“No, no. You’re being defensive about them. I need to see. Give me your arm, Junie.” August looks at her seriously. “Now.”
Eishia hesitantly stretches her arm out to him as he takes them and examines the marks.
“I’m worried about you. How long have you been doing this?”
“…A little over a year. Before I even found out I was trans. I’ve never really been good with like… mental health stuff. I’m okay now, though, I hope. This is what i needed, Auggie. Please don’t be mad.” She confesses. “We can talk about something like this later. You’re ruining the moment.”
As Eishia tries to change the subject, August just stares at her. He’s admittedly a little ashamed he didn’t catch onto something like that. But nonetheless, he continues to kiss her, just a bit more tender this time. As their lips are locked together, his hands trail towards her pants. August’s fingers find their way towards his little sister’s pajama bottoms, pulling them down as far as he can in the position he’s in. He departs his lips from hers, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.
He fully removes her pants, heading towards his own. Eishia pauses for a second as he does, looking away.
“What’s wrong now?” August questions.
“I just-… can you, like.. not do anything with my dick..? It feels really.. just.. Y-you know what i mean!” She stammers.
August giggles a little bit at the request, continuing to remove his own clothes and making a mental note of her boundaries. Eishia gawks a bit at her older brother’s frame, and he lets her. It’s not super muscly or anything, in fact, the opposite. He’s got broad shoulders, thin arms, freckled shoulders, and a flat tummy. it just feels a lot more intimate than the casual times she’s seen him shirtless.
He goes back down onto her, kissing her neck and biting at her shoulders. The sudden force elicits a loud moan from the younger. August takes this as a sign and bites harder. Eishia had never even considered the fact she might be into biting, but I guess they know now.
August begins to pull down her boxers, her fairly average cock springing out of the waistband, precum slinging onto her stomach. She shudders at the sudden gust of cold air hitting her shaft. August giggles a bit at her reaction.
“Someone’s excited.” He remarks.
He flips her onto her stomach, she’s red as a tomato. August shuffles around his drawer for a little bit, pulling out a plastic bottle of something.
“Shit, this is all I got.” He shows her a container of lotion. “I’m pretty sure this’ll work as lube. Sorry, I wasn’t exactly prepared to fuck someone tonight.”
August begins to use the lotion anyway. He uses a pretty surplus amount of it, and fuck, Eishia is about to nut just from his fingers alone. He notices her behavior and suddenly grips her shoulder,
“Good girls don’t cum from that.” August purrs.
God damn it, those words aren’t making her situation any better. She tries her best to contain herself, but she’s probably gonna spontaneously combust if he doesn’t hurry this shit up.
“This might hurt a little at first, but you can trust me, Junie. I’m your brother. It”ll feel better.” August reassures her.
“O-okay… i trust you, Auggie.”
August giggles a little bit. “Good girl.”
He pushes his cock in slowly, making sure she’s comfortable. But she’s not. This is probably the most painful thing like ever. She’d rather him just blow her at this point. August holds her tight to his chest, reassuring her through it. After a few slow thrusts, her hole begins to warm up to the size and feeling. This is probably the best fucking thing she’s ever felt like ever. She starts moaning uncontrollably, she sounds like an anime bitch in a hentai, but that’s the least of her worries. August feels it’s safer to start speeding up, his dick disappearing into his little sister’s body over and over again. He’s getting totally lost in the pleasure, and the edible is making both their senses heightened to their peak.
As Eishia moans into the pillow in front of her, she’s gripping the sheets with such force it feels like they’re gonna rip. August leans down, biting the back of her shoulders, making her insides clench around his length. She finally orgasms into the covers, and it’s the most blissful feeling she’s ever experienced. her back arches, causing August’s cock to readjust and hit deeper, finally finding her prostate. As it gets hit, she feels her brain be completely clouded with pleasure, she begs her brother to go harder. His response to the pleas is to flip her back over onto her back, rutting even deeper. Eishia’s prostate is being constantly hit, causing tears to well up in her eyes simply from the amount of stimulation.
An erection rises in her again, but August is just now finishing up. He presses hard into her, and Eishia can feel her insides being filled by warm ropes of her brother’s semen. He stays there for a bit, panting and looking at the sticky mess of his sister. He grins, keeping his now softened cock inside of her ass.
“A-Augustttt…..” Eishia whines.
“Hm?” He questions, knowingly, through soft snickers.
Eishia opens one eye to give him an annoyed glance. He finally gives in to her request and pulls out, his splooge sinking out onto his sheets.
“Damn.. Eh, i needed to wash these anyway.” August brushes off the mess. “C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
He brings her into the bathroom, running a shower, presumably for them both. Eishia sits on the side of the tub, feeling a little ashamed of what she did. She never expected to be losing her virginity at 17, much less to her own brother. But she felt like this level of closeness was good for them.
She felt complete.