I Live Better In Your Body, Big Brother - GWA Script

Script:
I Live Better In Your Body, Big Brother
[M4M] [Age] [Bickering] [Gender Transformation] [Humiliation] [Incest] [Rape]

- [Door opens]

- Oh hiya, dork. Couldn't... like, I dunno, knock?

- Actually, that's big brother to you... little sis.

- Well, while we're being pedantic, let's just get asking ourselves how you've gotten along with yourself lately. Y'know, since we swapped bodies. I see you just couldn't help yourself but smoke in my body's room, using *my* mouth.

- I mean... wow, what a fucking degenerate. It's like the implication of everyone watching a schoolgirl swapping her pocket change for ciggies just completely passed you by! If you were still in this body of "mine", they'd understand. Worse still, I'm quite baffled how you didn't just ask "me" to buy the cigarettes for "you."

- You were never a good actor, big brother, that I accepted. And I've never held anything against you for those times our parents were both out and you just left the concept of housecare entirely to me. But come *on*, make a tiny follicle of effort for me. Especially since some day everything could be back to normal, and I'll have to live for probably six months with the damage you dealt to my lungs and teeth. If anything you should be thanking me for keeping your room tidy and "yourself" off the tobacco... and eating better.

- You don't need to say "sorry" to me; I'm not holding my breath, I expected that sarcasm. Hell, I *don't* expect you to be good for much when it comes to the family.

- Oh, is that right? Me, useless? How much *more* useless can anyone get but the firstborn, the hereditary leader of the family's next generation spending practically three-quarters his entire day trolling the forums and playing computer games? Who chips in when dad needs help pulling on his jacket? He's not gonna say you. Who runs to the mall by herself when mum says both her and dad are needing to work while the refrigerator's skint? Not gonna find the answer by looking in the mirror.

- And the best you can do is toss baseless insults at your poor little sister? Yeah, I can't even either.

- No, you and I are going to have a nice, long chat about our places in the family. Mum and dad are out, this is the key to my room, and I'm in your infinitely stronger and taller body that you can't yank it off me if you tried. You're going to be taught to give the respect you say you deserve, being the "smarter" of us two children.

- (Pause, listener hurls invective)

- <mock affectionate> N'aww, love you too, "little sis"...

- You know, it was actually quite an adventure and a riot act to adjust to your schedule. I had hiccups. I tripped over more than three score of scrap paper and cola cans per day. And I'm not counting all that Chinese you keep ordering for yourself and leaving half-finished until it reeked something bad so much even you decided it's paid its rent. Speaking of which, is that an egg foo yung box you just left yesterday? Either way, damn... I must've gotten "you" ripped clearing out your pigsty that you've now just moved into *my* room.

- Oh and it was very funny to imagine how we were handling not letting mum and dad know about the discrepancies in our respective typical behaviours. You had *sooo* much trouble registering being called "darling" or "baby-girl", and I'm not talking about reaction times. Every time I caught you with mum you were all puffy, blotchy and red mad about something that can't take the blame. And you know it's not me, because I didn't arrange it.

- Although considering how good I'm having it in this new life, I wouldn't be surprised if you were taking it out on me, while I learned how to live like a boy... just so convenient your maintenance, your routines, your social life - or lack thereof in all respects. Almost feels like a decade passed me by since the body exchange; I swear I'm almost a grown adult now. Well, you know what they say about fun and flying time.

- <sigh> You never quite welcomed or even appreciated the good you got along with the bad with being a boy. And the day you turned into a girl, it's really been showing the ugly side of you that used to be so easy to hide, I bet.

- Ah, but you know what the most interesting part of it all is? How we "care" for ourselves when no one's watching.

- You know, I was unnerved... frightened, even that I found myself in your body, or any boy's body for that matter. And I don't know if it's the fact you never blown a fat one in your life, but after I took what you guys call a "wank" I felt much much better. Before that I was still jittery and pent-up. Maybe that's why you were always so angry when you were near girls.

- Not gonna lie, I was *real scared* to try to jerk off with a cock for the first time. I couldn't feel the endorphins anywhere other than the penis itself. I was like "wait, what, that's not a full orgasm?" Though it would explain how much easier boys have it compared to girls when they wanna cum quietly.

- But damn if it doesn't still feel good!

- So tell me, big brother. Have you tried to masturbate using me yet?

- No? Have you at least thought about how a girl's erogenous zones worked? What it felt like to live with a juicy, wet pussy you had to keep in check?

- My oh my... look at those burning ears.

- Come on, brother, I know the signs. It was only natural I would peep on you to see your reactions and your inclinations when no one's there to judge you. Since that fateful day, you've been throwing down some of the hardest sniffs, pants and snorts on my bedding. You couldn't figure out why I naturally smell so nice, but of course you just took it in your stride and you gave fuck-all notice to your surroundings. You basically emulated me at my most perverse, and just basked in it through the reverie of a man at heart.

- So you can't have truly believed living as a girl was "disgusting". Do you know how many of "my" old friends said they'd rather die than become boys?

- Me? Oh, well... let's just say you do not wanna see the mess I made in *your* sheets.

- Eee yey, don't blame me for your lack of tissues in your room. No condoms, no nothing. Where else was I going to stow my old oil when I have to run change?

- Nah, I just let the cum crust over. I love the whiff I get when I throw open the windows in spring, come back ten hours later to your room and take a hit of your sperm all over your duvet.

- Speak for yourself. I don't think I ever wanna go back to being a girl, if I'm being really frank. You can miss me with boobs straining my shoulders, bloody eggs every month or so and ugly jocks ogling at me just outside the girls' locker room.

- Speaking of ogling... strip off for me, big brother. I wanna see how hard "I" get when I look at "your" body.

- You heard your "big brother", "little sis"... Strip.

- (Pause)

- Tsk tsk tsk, why am I not surprised to see you putting weight 'round the middle? I used to be curvier, in case that matters to you. Although I don't really mind; more on the chest and butt if anything.

- Mmm, I didn't think I'd get this aroused off seeing my own body in front of me. Or maybe that's just the inner man in me talking. <giggle>

- Hoist your legs right where they belong, over your shoulders.

- Come on, "I" did it not so long ago before we swapped. It's easy!

- Do it.

- Big brother, I'm going to lose my shit real soon if you keep this up. Take your legs over yourself the easy way before I splay them and make you pull a muscle doing it.

- 'Mph, fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.

- <giggling> Oh my god, are you seriously trying to back struggle?! You've got no strength in my body! Throw. Your. Legs up!

- Right, now spread 'em.

- What did I tell you? Spread them. Wide so I can see "my" little cunt.

- That's better... Doesn't that look so good? Well, I mean of course, how could you know what "your" pussy looks like from this angle? But look at you, just so vulnerable and beautiful and ready to get just what you need to set you straight.

- Hah, it's not *my* body, not anymore.

- <giggling> Well if you believe our souls are the sword our bodies live and die by, it's time to say goodbye to being straight, big brother.

- (Improv insertion)

- Oooh, crap. Oh, that's tight!

- (Moaning)

- Hahahah... wow...! I've never even been fucked before, and you're the one that gets the joy of getting his hymen punctured.

- What's your own dick feel like inside "me", huh? Tell me. S'it feel good?

- No? It hurts?

- Well I don't give a fuck. All the feelings that come out good in this transaction are about me, not you. No, you're the one receiving the *learning experiences*. And I suggest you learn to put up with this quickly.

- (Sex continues)

- ...feels good. Big brother's pussy...

- How about now, hmm? Feeling good yet?

- No? Are you sure you're not feeling good yet?

- And this is not how you imagined how sex with your "younger sister" would go?

- <losing cohesion> And you want me to stop?

- (Brief pause, listener loses momentum and unwittingly permits further sex)

- <cackling> Ah ha, got you; you said no to stopping!

- Ah ah ah ah, shh shh, you can only draw one ticket to the apple bobbing games. And look at your *own* apple, seeding itself inside right where it *isn't* inside me.

- (Continue sex)

- Mmmh, this feels much better than sticking dildos inside of me! Fuck... I don't understand the appeal of how boys get this feeling in their dicks all to themselves!

- (Sex intensifies)

- Do you understand who's wearing the fucking pants now, bitch? Hmmn?! Are you accepting your new reality of who gets to fucking take first?! *I'm* the fucking alpha! *I* should've been the boy, and *you* the girl!

- (Slap)

- Tee hee hah hah, look at you fucking yelp. Well?! C'mon you horny little piglet, yelp!

- Aw hoh hoh, yeah... that's my big brother. Good slut.

- (Sex continues)

- Mmmn, I'm gonna cum soon... shit...

- Whaddaya think, bro? Should I cum inside or not?

- Actually, what am I thinking? That message isn't ever going to get hammered home until I burn some bridges... How better to start on that than making you expect?

- I always liked the idea of having kids when I was to grow older... but I was always pretty on the fence about it. Ah, but now that you're bearing the eggs I'm totally okay with it!

- Oooh, I'm cumming!

- (Improv orgasm)

- <depraved> Take my babies, big brother! Fuck, mmmnn, feel that thick, gloopy cum inside that pussy of yours!

- Shit, still cumming... mmm god! Uunnhh...!!!

- (Orgasm recedes, wind down with chuckling)

- Even in you, I let out a girly sound back there not a minute ago. Didn't think "your" voice box was capable of that, did you? Took you by surprise?

- Well I'm not. See, you were never all that much different from a real girl, big brother... it's taken me this long to notice. How I've heard you talk like such a bitch to your chums, how whenever you tussle it's always more like a catfight than a dogfight, you just don't pan out to mix within the androcentric paradigm.

- And now that I saw you shoot that cliff little orgasm face there from being sheared, there's no closing your eyes to it anymore. You've devolved into something less than a girl. A base, pleasure-craving ape slut. I think you'd be happy living like that.

- Done?! Oh nooo... no way do you get to run with your tail 'tween your legs. You need your cock cleaned off next. Guess where that goes in a second.

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