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Transgender Romance
 Chapter One

Heidi

The situation couldn’t get much worse. Mack, who claimed he

was my boyfriend, paced back and forth in front of the couch. I
watched his face, looking for any signs he was about to break down.
He stopped and glared down at me. Anger flashed across his face,
quickly replaced by a smile. His moods could swing from good to
bad and back again in a flash. All the drugs he took didn’t help.
“All I asked was where you were last night and why some chick
called the house today.”
“You’re accusing me? Are you really fucking accusing me of
cheating on you right now? What about everything I’ve gotten for
you?”
He waved his right arm at all the crap he’d bought over the last
two months. When I first met Mack, I was in a very bad place. Unlike
my stepbrother Cory, I didn’t go to college. While he was about to
graduate, my life kept getting worse. The parties were fun as hell at
first, but after a while anything fun gets old. And the fights with Mack
weren’t worth the brief moments of happiness we shared.
“I never asked for any of this stuff.”
 “But I bought it, you ungrateful bitch.”
I stood up. “What did you just call me?”
When he pulled his arm back to hit me, I flinched.
“Fuck!” he screamed.
A moment later, he left the house we were renting, slamming
the door behind him with a tremendous amount of force. I fell back
onto the couch. The tears wanted to come. They were ready to flow,
but I fought them back. My choices in life had led me to where I
found myself. It was up to me to make a change for the better.
Mack wasn’t the man for me. My stepbrother Cory was a
perfect match, but we’d never gotten too close because we were
both told it was wrong to have feelings for each other. I never
understood why. We weren’t blood related. I sat back on the couch,
the cushion swallowing me. My thoughts turned back to when I first
met my dearest stepbrother.
When our parents first hooked up, Cory and I hated each other.
Gradually, we both had to admit the other was cool. To me, he was
the perfect guy. His body was hard, lean and muscular, but he had a
soft side deep down. He was a great listener too. If it wasn’t for him
being my stepbrother, I would have made him mine as soon as he
turned eighteen years old.
At twenty-one, he had his life in front of him, while at twenty-
five, I was an old maid—at least in my mind. Ever since he went
away to college, we hadn’t spent much time together. And the more
we were apart, the more I desired to be around him. If anyone could
break my bad boy habit, it was him. The only problem was he didn’t
feel the same way about me. Well, that and he didn’t know about
what I had between my legs that made me special.
While I sat and thought, a phone rang. It wasn’t mine either. I
stood up and looked on the floor where Mack had been pacing. His
cell flashed a green light in the corner and rang again. I stepped over
the coffee table and scooped it up. The number on the display wasn’t
one I recognized, which made me even more curious. I answered.
 “Hello? Who is this?” I asked.
“Who the fuck is this?” a female yelled. “Where the fuck is
Mack?”
“This is his fucking fiancé, bitch. Why are you calling his
number?”
“He left something here last night, and he needs to come and
pick it up.”
Is this who he was with last night? I wondered.
“You still there? Put him on the phone,” she demanded.
“Fuck you, slut.”
I disconnected the call. After staring at it in anger for a moment,
I threw it against the wall.
“Mother fucker,” I muttered under my breath.
Even though I was pretty sure he cheated on me, I finally had
proof. It didn’t make me as happy as I’d imagined. As my anger
subsided slightly, I came up with an action plan. Knowing he could
be home at any time, I rushed upstairs and got my suitcase out of
the back of the closet. My mind wandered in a million different
directions at once. I couldn’t concentrate on any single thought.
“Fuck!” I screamed in the empty house.
I took a deep breath. Get some clothes. Just get away. When
Mack saw I’d broke his phone, he would go ballistic on me. While
he’d never hit me yet, he’d come close on a few different occasions,
including earlier in the day. Just get away… I told myself as I packed
a few changes of clothes into the battered suitcase. Before it was full
all the way, I headed to the shoebox in the closet.
When I found the stash of cash a week earlier, I wasn’t sure
what to think. Gradually, everything clicked in my mind. He was a
big-time dealer. I should’ve known better, but I was so fucked up on
drugs most of the time, I didn’t pay attention to the small details.
Once he realized I had the money, he would be pissed, but he owed
me for everything he’d put me through. I packed it under my clothes.
 If he apologized to me nicely, I planned on giving the ten-grand
back to him. My first thought was to head to the parents and hide out
for a while. The downside was that they’d undoubtedly ask me
questions. And when I didn’t answer, they would lecture me like I
was a teenager not a twenty-five-year-old woman. I carried the
suitcase downstairs and out to my car.
A neighbor stared at me as I put it in the back of the car. He
continued staring as I got in the driver’s seat. I started the car. The
only person I could count on was Cory, my stepbrother. All my so-
called friends were people I’d met through Mack. None of them were
the type of people to give a fuck about anyone other than
themselves.
All I wanted was to hide out for a while without having to worry
about Mack getting upset over his phone or the fact I was leaving
him because he cheated on me or that I’d taken the ten grand he
had stashed in our shared apartment. Taking the illicit drug money
was probably a bad idea, but at that point, I wasn’t thinking clearly
anymore.
 Chapter Two

Cory

After two straight days of studying, I needed a break. Going out

to a bar or house party to find someone willing to fuck me would take
too long. Like most men, I turned to my old standby. On the screen in
front of me, a scantily clad woman slowly seduced a guy out of his
clothes. I preferred the type of porn that had a buildup which usually
involved some sort of storyline.
My hand gripped my semi-hard cock and tugged as the woman
kissed the man in the video. He took off her top slowly, making love
to her breasts with his mouth. A close-up showed every detail of her
nipple and areola. As I watched and stroked, my dick got harder. In
my other hand, I held a few tissues to catch the fruits of my labor.
The blonde in the clip took out the man’s cock and sucked on it.
I moaned, really getting into what was playing out in front of me.
Well, until I heard a knock at my front door. What the fuck? I thought
as I stood up. I’m not expecting anyone. I stuffed my erection away
as best I could manage and pulled up my pants. The person
knocked again, this time more loudly. Is it the fucking cops? I haven’t
done anything. I need to wash my hands.
 Another knock sounded. I wiped my hands on my jeans and
walked over to the door. Fuck! The video! I rushed back to my work
desk and closed the browser completely. After pulling down the
screen, I walked back across the living room. As I grabbed the door
handle, I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“Hey, Cory!” Heidi said as soon as I opened the door.
“Hey, you. What’s up?” I noticed the suitcase in her left hand.
“Long story. I need a place to crash. Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
I stepped aside, and she walked into my living room. After she
set the suitcase down, she walked over and sat on my couch.
“You want a drink or something?” I asked as I walked over.
“No, I’m fine,” she said. “Just need a place to stay.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! I just need a place to crash for a while.”
“What? Here? No.” I sat down on the couch next to her. “Tell me
what happened.”
“Mack cheated on me and he’s into some bad stuff.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Oh, drugs and some other shit, probably. I should’ve left him a
lot earlier.”
“You think?”
“I don’t need sarcasm now, okay?”
“Did he hurt you or something?”
“No, but I thought he might which is why I left.”
Her eyes told me she was telling the truth. We could tell when
the other was lying we were so close. She stood up and picked up
an empty can from the coffee table.
 “What are you doing?” I asked, horrified at the thought of her
going through my house.
“I’m cleaning. You’re such a slob. If you let me stay here, I can
help you out.”
I sighed. “I’m going to go for a run, okay? Let me think about it
some. I’ll have an answer for you when I get back. That work for
you?”
She nodded. “Thanks. I hate to ask, but I can’t go back to Mom
and Dad. You know how they get.”
“I know.”
After I stood up, I went to my bedroom to change into
sweatpants and running shoes. I left through the backdoor, so I didn’t
have to see her again. She meant everything to me but having her
around the apartment would be hell. Deep down, I had a crush for
her. Well, that’s what I called it. In fact, it was closer to what most
people would describe as love.
I ran through the backyard and into the alley to head to the
Quad on campus. It was one of my favorite places to run, especially
if I wanted to think. All the trees and other greenery matched the
buildings well. With each step, I ran through the pros and cons of
having Heidi living with me. Many variables were involved—like how
long she would be staying, whether she would follow my rules, and
more. I wasn’t a controlling man, but I needed to ensure she wouldn’t
dance around the house in her panties and a bra or bring random
guys over.
The Quad was mostly empty as I ran along the blacktop path. If
she stuck around too long, I wouldn’t be able to masturbate as
openly or as often—not to mention if I did go to a bar and bring a
woman home. And yet, even with so many negatives associated with
her staying at my place for a while, part of me was absolutely thrilled
at the idea.
After two laps, I headed back to my apartment. Once inside, I
walked to the living room to talk to her. The room was picked up, but
she was nowhere to be seen. Sweating and still breathing heavily, I
got a change of clothes out of my room then headed to the bathroom
for a shower. She probably got back together with Mack already and
left, I deduced as I got naked and stepped into the tub.
As the warm water pelted my chest, I soaped up my body.
When I touched my cock, I suddenly remembered I’d been jerking off
before my stepsister came over and interrupted me. Luckily, I didn’t
watch porn too often, and I was able to get myself excited by
creating a scene in my mind. As I stroked my cock, images of Heidi
formed. My dick instantly got harder.
Whenever I jacked off, I tried to think of sexual encounters I’d
actually had in the past, but since Heidi was on my mind already, she
popped into my mental fantasy. The fact it was so dirty and forbidden
made me even hotter. My hand whipped up and down the length of
my cock as I thought about what it would be like to see her naked
flesh. A knock at the bathroom door startled me.
“Come in,” I shouted, instantly regretting the impulsive reply.
 Chapter Three

Heidi

When I got back to the house with my bottle of iced tea from the
corner store, I heard the shower running. Impure yet torrid thoughts
of my hard body stepbrother went through my mind as I listened at
the door. Everything that had been going wrong in my life
disappeared as I heard running water. I took a deep breath before
knocking on the door.
To my surprise, he yelled for me to come in. I stopped dead in
my tracks for a moment, contemplating my choices. He’s probably
fully dressed and shaving or something, I told myself as I opened the
door and walked into the steamy bathroom. The only sound in the
cramped space was that of the water as both of us stood, unable to
see each other. On an impulse, I started to strip.
“Hey, I’ll be out in a minute, okay?” he said through the shower
curtain. When I didn’t answer right away, he added, “Can you hear
me?”
“I can hear you, but I have another idea,” I said.
 “What’s that? I’m the king of my castle. You gotta know that
upfront if you’re staying here with me.”
When the last of my clothes were on the floor, I put my hand on
the shower curtain and opened it.
“What the fuck?” he asked, his hands instantly going to his
cock, which was nice sized.
“I don’t know why you’re hiding it when I’ve seen it before.”
“What? When?”
“Just kidding. Settle down. Mind if I come in?”
Before he answered, I stepped into the tub and pulled the
shower curtain back in place to stop the water from getting
everywhere. We stared at each other a moment, not breaking eye
contact. I broke it first, glancing down and noticing he was having a
hard time hiding his cock because it was so hard. My own
womanhood was getting stiff too. Would he freak out? His eyes
moved down.
“Wait…you have…a cock?” He stepped back.
“Come on. You can’t tell me you didn’t know. My dad said I was
special. Remember?”
“Yeah, but…” His voice trailed off.
“We’ve both been thinking about it forever. Don’t lie and say you
haven’t.”
“Well, uh…”
“Not very good orally, huh?” I smiled at him. “I see you’ve been
getting ready. Were you in here thinking about me?”
“Quit teasing me, okay? This isn’t fucking funny.”
“Who said it was meant to be funny?”
Maybe it was the fact I’d finally gathered enough courage to
leave Mack behind or that I was finally being open with Cory, but all I
could think about was telling him I loved him. We were a perfect
match. How to get him to understand? I reached out and placed my
palm on his hard chest. I loved the fact he worked out so much and
took care of his body. It really showed.
Our eyes locked again. I grabbed his hand and raised it to my
breasts. He squeezed my left tit like he’d never felt one before. With
my other hand, I pinched his left nipple hard. Almost immediately, he
pinched one of mine. I smiled, ready to take it to the next level.
Wherever I moved my hand to another part of his body, he mirrored
me.
I ran my hand down his thick, muscled arm. His fingers
delicately brushed over my smooth skin. The water hit my back,
running down and into my ass crack. Before it got too cold to stand, I
grabbed his still hard cock in my delicate fingers and squeezed it. A
moment later, his fingers wrapped around my she-dick. We
continued staring as we stroked each other.
While I didn’t know his thoughts, this scenario was one that had
occurred in my mind before. Surprisingly, it was going better than I’d
imagined. As I stroked him rhythmically, he kept mirroring my
actions. The sensation of him jacking me off brought me back to
reality. What the fuck am I doing? I thought, suddenly afraid of
messing up my relationship with my stepbrother.
“I…I have to go,” I mumbled as I let go of his cock.
After I opened the shower curtain slightly, I carefully stepped
out and onto a rug. He didn’t say a thing as I grabbed a towel,
wrapped it around me, and left the bathroom in a hurry. I wanted
more than anything to be at my own place, but I couldn’t go back and
face Mack’s wrath. Not knowing what else to do, I slipped into his
bedroom and shut the door behind me.
I looked around his room. What a fucking mess. Still wrapped in
the towel, I sat down on the edge of his unmade bed. Is it wrong for
me to want him? It felt wrong on some levels, but at the same time it
felt so very good. Does he think I’m a slut? He hadn’t stopped me,
but did that mean anything? The questions assaulted me as
emotions ran rampant through my mind.
 Just take it one step at a time, I told myself. After a deep
breath, I stood up and let the towel slip to the floor. In his closet, I
found a t-shirt on a hangar. It was way too big for me, reaching down
to my knees, almost. Once I had his shirt on, I began to calm down a
little. Part of me regretted stopping what I’d started in the shower.
Cory knocked on his door.
“You okay? Your phone’s ringing.”
“Can you bring it in here, please?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
The door opened, and he walked in. As soon as I had the
phone in my hand, I frowned. It was Mack. I sighed then answered.
“What, Mack?”
“You know what, fucking bitch.”
“Don’t threaten me, Mack. I’m done with your bullshit.”
“Well, bring the money you stole from me back, and we can go
our separate ways. I need to re-up. Without that money, I’m fucked.
And you don’t want to fuck me that way.”
I hung up on him, pretty sure he didn’t know where Cory lived.
“What did that loser want?”
“I need to show you something.”
He grinned sheepishly. “I’ve already seen a lot today.”
“Very funny. I’m being serious. Come on, it’s in my suitcase.”
He followed me to the living room where I’d left my leather
luggage. After I lifted it onto the couch, I opened it up and brushed
my panties aside so he could see the money. When I looked back at
him, his eyes were open wide in surprise. Panic then spread across
his face.
“What the fuck is that?” he asked, pointing.
“It’s a long story. I found it about a week ago in my closet
stuffed in the corner under a bunch of other shit. I’m pretty sure it’s
Mack’s money from selling drugs.”
“And you took it?” He asked with an accusatory tone.
“I panicked when I left today. He was about to hit me.”
He sighed. I reached out and put my hand on his arm.
“Look, it’s not your problem, okay? I’ll take care of it. I can
afford a hotel, I guess.”
“Fuck that,” he muttered. “I love you, and it is my problem now.
He’s probably going to be checking all the motels looking for you.
Does he know where I live?”
“I don’t think so. I’m sorry, Cory.”
“I don’t blame you.” He glanced down at the money. “Well, not
completely. I’m going out for a bit. I want you to lock the door and not
go anywhere. Understand?”
“Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just promise me you won’t leave this
house.”
“Okay.”
He left via the front door. A moment later, I heard his 1972
Mustang fire up. Wondering if he had any wine, I went into the
kitchen to try to relax a little.
 Chapter Four

Cory

The last thing I wanted was to be surprised by some thug

showing up at my apartment on campus. Going to her place to
confront him probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but I hoped to make
him understand she was off limits even if she’d taken money from
him. When she’d told me he almost hit her, the anger welled up in
me. And her surprise! Why hadn’t I known she was a trans woman?
I’d only been to her place once to drop off some money for her
to borrow a couple months previously, but I remembered the
address. The house she lived in with Mack was on one of the worse
neighborhoods around. From what I’d heard about her ex-boyfriend,
he was more talk than anything. If I explained to him that she was
under my protection, he would likely back off.
After I parked on the street in front of her duplex, I flexed my
fingers, making a fist. It had been years since I was in a fight but
growing up, I’d protected Heidi’s honor more than once. I got out of
the car and walked toward her door. Before I got there, I heard a
gunshot ring out from inside the house. Another three shots soon
followed. I hit the ground, looking around.
The door burst open and two men ran out at full speed. They
looked at me as they passed, but they didn’t stop. Their hands were
empty, which slightly relieved me. When no one else came out, I
dialed 911 to call the police.
“This is 911, how can I help you?”
“Someone’s been shot. I came over to my stepsister’s
apartment to talk to her boyfriend about something, and I heard
shots.”
“Anyone hurt?”
“I don’t know. Two guys ran out really fast.”
“Okay. Stay there, sir. Police and paramedics are on their way.”
The operator took my name and some information. Just as I
finished up giving it to her over the phone, three police cars pulled
up, slamming on their brakes. I watched as just as many officers
jumped out of the cars with their guns drawn. More specifically, they
all pointed their handguns at me. Instantly, I raised my hands into the
air.
“Hands up, don’t shoot,” I said.
“Get on the fucking ground!” one of the officers barked. “I’m not
telling you again, mother fucker. Get down!”
I got to my knees, my hands still over my head. They barked
more instructions to me. Eventually, three descended on me, cuffing
my hands behind my back.
“What the hell is going on here?” a man with a neatly trimmed
ginger beard asked.
As he stared down at me on the ground, his partners entered
the house. I could hear their shouts as they cleared it room by room.
“I called you guys,” I said. “I just arrived here. You can ask the
neighbors.”
 “You said you came over to talk to your stepsister’s ex-
boyfriend?” I nodded. “And why is that?”
“It’s a long story.”
One of the other officers emerged from the house as the
paramedics arrives on scene.
“We got a body,” he yelled.
The one who’d been conducting the interrogation glared down
at me. “I suppose you don’t know anything about that, do you?”
“No!” I yelled. “Look, I don’t even have a gun. Don’t you have
tests you can run or something?”
“Oh, we’re going to run some tests alright. You’re coming
downtown to talk to us.”
As they led me to one of the police cars, a woman with her hair
wrapped up in a red bandana walked over. She pointed at me and
screamed, “That’s him! He shot him! He killed Mack!”
“Is that one of your witnesses?” the cop behind me asked.
“What? No. I don’t know her. I meant a neighbor probably saw.”
“I’m a neighbor and I saw what he did to Mack,” she yelled then
began to cry.
They stuffed me in the back of one of the cars and took me
downtown. My mind raced through my options, trying to figure out a
strategy before they interviewed me. I had nothing to hide, but I still
needed a lawyer. Fuck… I was just with her in the shower naked and
now this? Incredulous!

*****

“Cory? Is that you?”

“Yeah. Thanks for accepting the charges.”
 “What the hell happened?”
“Don’t talk on the phone,” I said. “I’m okay. They’re going to get
me a public defender, okay? Do you understand? We don’t have
enough money to get me a lawyer.”
“But…”
“I said we do not have enough money to get me an attorney. Do
you understand?”
“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Cory,” she sobbed into the phone.
“Don’t. Be strong. I’ll be okay. And you’re safe now.”
Shit. That probably isn’t a smart thing to say over a prison
phone, I thought to myself.
“Hey, I have to go. Someone’s waiting to use the phone. Come
and see me soon, okay? We’ll figure this out. I didn’t do anything to
Mack. Someone else shot him.”
“I love you, Cory.”
Has she always felt this way?
“I love you, too. We’ll talk more soon.”
I hung up the phone.

*****

Two days later, I was in the county jail cafeteria when some guy
walked up to me and demanded my fruit cup. I sighed. If I didn’t
stand up for myself, the rest of the prisoners would be all over me.
Because I wasn’t sure how long I would be incarcerated, I dropped
my tray to the floor and punched the guy in the face. The quick jab
hit him in the jaw, taking him down immediately.
As I turned around slowly, waiting for anyone else to come up,
the other inmates yelled and got to their feet. The guards jumped
into action quick, taking me down roughly. After they had my hands
cuffed, they pulled me to my feet and got me out of the cafeteria.
They took me to the guard in charge of the cell block I was in. I sat
down in a chair in front of his desk.
“You’re new, aren’t you?” he asked, his hands folded on the
table in front of him.
“Yeah. I’m not supposed to be here.”
“I know, I know. No one is supposed to be in here.” He sighed
and shook his head from side to side. “Let me guess, you’ve
watched one too many movies or television shows that say you have
to be a bad ass when you go to jail or you’re going to get ass raped.
Am I right?”
I shook my head side to side slowly.
“Look, I get it, okay. I’m still going to have to punish you
because you punched first according to the guards. Take some time
and think about how you're going to act while you’re here.”
The guards led me away to a solitary cell. When they slammed
the door shut and locked it, the walls seemed to get a little closer.
After two days in lock-up, I still hadn’t talked to an attorney. Heidi
was aware I was in jail, but I didn’t want to use Mack’s money to get
me a lawyer because doing so would make me look guiltier. As it
stood, no one knew Heidi had the ten grand.
Waiting on a public defender probably wasn’t the wisest
decision, but I didn’t have many cards to play. I sat down on the cot
in the cell and took a deep breath. All I could think about was Heidi
and how close we’d come to consummating our love for each other.
Even though she was in my apartment which was just a few miles
away, in my world that was an insurmountable distance.
 Chapter Five

Heidi

Even visiting jail scared the hell out of me, but I had to go see
Cory. He’d done so much for me. I didn’t understand why he’d gone
to see Mack. If he hadn’t gone, he wouldn’t be in jail. I believed he
had nothing to do with what happened, but the female witness
claimed she saw the shooting and that he’d pulled the trigger and
threatened to kill her if she told anyone.
Her entire story was bogus. No one would listen to reason.
While I’d never met her before, I was positive she was one of the
women Mack had been fucking around with before I decided to leave
him. As I waited in line to check-in at the entrance to the visitor’s
area of the jail, I thought about my ex-boyfriend. Part of me was glad
he was dead.
Once I got through the line of people waiting to visit their loved
ones, I waited in a room with a glass wall and booths separating it. I
sat down at the very end, close to tears. The whole situation was my
fault. If I hadn’t gone to Cory for help, he’d still be in college instead
of jail. Guilt caused a knot in my stomach. When he entered the
room, it got worse.
I picked up the black phone and waited for him to do the same.
We each stared at each other through the glass. His face looked
haggard, as if he hadn’t been sleeping. Is he mad at me? Does he
hate me? Our shower together was a distant memory as I tried my
hardest not to cry or show any emotions.
“I’m so sorry, Cory…”
“Stop saying that,” he interrupted. “It’s not your fault. You did
the right thing coming to me. I don’t know why that lady is lying about
me, but I think my public defender is going to be able to get me off.”
“That’s not what he told me.”
He frowned. “The important thing is that you’re going to be
okay. You can take care of things while I get out of here. They can’t
keep an innocent man imprisoned.”
I reached out my hand and placed it against the glass, knowing
it was a cliché.
“I love you, Heidi. Don’t ever forget.”
Cory turned to the guard, who motioned for him to come. He
hung up the phone and got up. I watched as he walked away.
Emotions overwhelmed me. With a zombie shuffle, I left the jail and
got back to my car, hating myself every step of the way. Why did this
happen? It is my fault. I don’t care what he says, I fucked up. Guilt
poured over me like thick gravy as I drove to his apartment.
When I arrived, I went inside and poured myself a glass of wine
to settle my nerves. Each drink made me feel worse as I tried to
imagine what he was going through in jail. He was strong, but he
wasn’t the type of person who did well when locked up. Like me, he
just wanted to be free. As I stood in the kitchen leaning against the
counter and drinking, I saw a pad of paper on the table.
I walked over and sat down. The notebook was one of his for
school. I set my glass of wine down on the table and picked up a
pen. A moment later, words filled the page as my feelings burst out
of me. When I finished, I scrawled, “Break Free Dearest
Stepbrother,” at the very top in all capital letters and underlined it
twice. As I read what I’d written, I realized it was like a poem.
After ripping that sheet out of the notebook, I rewrote my
feelings as verse. Each line was terser, making the point more
powerful. By the time I’d finished half the bottle of red wine, I’d made
quite a few changes. I started again on a fresh piece of paper. When
I finished writing and read the words, an idea flashed in my mind.
One of the scams Mack had talked about pulling involved using
a website called FundrStartr. Anyone could pitch an idea to the
world. If people liked the idea, they could donate money or services
to bring the idea to fruition for the person who originally posted it. I
didn’t want to pull a scam, but I wondered if people would be
interested in helping me record a song to raise money to free my
stepbrother.
At best, the idea was ludicrous. More likely, I was just drunk and
grasping at straws. I got up, grabbed the last version of what had
become a song, and headed to his laptop in the living room. Once
online, I pulled up the FundrStartr website. A few clicks and a little
typing later, I had a page setup to find someone to record my song or
help pay for an attorney for him.
If nothing else, I hoped I would be able to raise a little money.
Anything would be better than the public defender assigned to him. I
clicked refresh on the page to see if by some weird miracle anyone
had donated already. A row of lonely zeros were displayed at the top
of the page. I sighed, closed the lap top lid, and went to the couch to
sleep. It wasn’t as comfortable as his bed, but I didn’t deserve to be
comfortable.
 Chapter Six

Cory

I sat back in my chair and stared at the dumb ass attorney

who’d been assigned to me. He looked back at me as if I was the
idiot in the room.
“All you have to do is say you shot him because of your
stepsister. She might do a little time for the drug dealing that was
going on in that house, but she’ll most likely do no more than six to
twelve months. On the other hand, you’re looking at thirty years to
life.”
“That’s bullshit. I didn’t do it. How many times do I need to tell
you that?”
“Hey, there’s no need to yell at me. I’m trying to help you.”
“No, you’re not. If you were any good at being a lawyer, you’d
have clients of your own instead of representing people like me for
free.”
“Just say it was her. The judge might be lenient.”
 “Might?” I shook my head from side to side, anger rising.
“That’s your only options. If I were you, I’d take the one that
made more sense logically.”
“Well, you’re not me. So fuck off.”
“Are you relieving me of my services?”
“No. Do you think I’d be using you if I could afford another
attorney? I’m a college student.”
He gathered his papers and put them into a manila folder.
“Think about it. Call me if you’re ready to plead guilty.”
“Sure. Thanks.”
When he was gone, a guard led me back to my cell. Time
passed. I fell into a routine, one forced on me. The only law was that
time had to pass. Eventually, I would have my day in court. Until that
point, I had to acclimate to jail life. After taking out the punk in the
cafeteria with one punch to the jaw, I didn’t have too many problems
with people stepping up to me.
The public defender continued to try to get me to plead guilty
even though I told him I didn’t shoot Mack. With the prosecution’s
star witness, the lady I didn’t know, I didn’t have much hope.
Unfortunately, hope is one of the most important commodities behind
bars. While it couldn’t be passed from person to person, hope made
it easier to survive day to day.

*****

Ten days after I got arrested, Heidi came to see me again. She
looked different this time as I sat down across the glass from her. I
picked up the phone, wanting so bad to hear her voice. Being locked
up had helped me realize what was important in life. I would have
rather learned the lesson another way, but I tried to look at the bright
side as often as possible.
“Cory, I have good news.”
 “What? Did she recant her story finally?”
“No, I have a plan to get you out of here.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t try to break me out, okay? We don’t
need you in here.”
“I’m being serious. I need a list of your friends’ email addresses
from college. Can you get that to me?”
“It’s on my laptop.”
“Can you give me your email password so I can get it?”
“Why?”
“I can’t say yet, but it’s good. Trust me.”
“It’s zero-nine-dash-one-two-eight-five-dee-eee-eee…”
“That’s my birthday and my nickname,” she said.
I nodded. “I wasn’t lying when I said I thought about you a lot.”
“I’m going to go. Stay strong, okay? I’m going to get you out of
here.”
“You stay strong too,” I said.
She hung up the phone then waved. When she was gone from
the room, I stood up and let a guard take me back to my cellblock.
Everyone was in the common area because it was in the middle of
the afternoon. I still headed straight to my cell. To make it through, I
stayed out of everything as much as possible. I kept thinking that the
woman would recant and tell the truth. Or that I’d wake up to find it
was all a bad dream. Unfortunately, neither happened.
 Chapter Seven

Heidi

Once I contacted a few of Cory’s friends on his email contact

list to let them know about my FundrStartr page, it quickly went viral.
A week after starting it, I had a country music singer from Nashville
interested in performing my song if he could come up with the music
and have some rights to the song. A nice sum of money was
involved.
I signed a contract with him and had five thousand dollars in my
bank account a few days later. Even better, a lot of people who’d
spent time with Cory in college donated money. Some amounts were
smaller than others, but it all added up quick. Two weeks after
putting up the page, over ten thousand dollars in donations had
come in as it finished.
As soon as the money hit my bank account, I hired an attorney.
Some of the hefty retainer I paid him went to a private investigator. I
told him everything I knew about Mack and his friends. A day after
hiring him, he had the witness on tape admitting she made up her
story for fifty dollars from the people who had really shot Mack.
 She was upset they hadn’t given her more money, especially
after she heard someone had taken ten-grand from him. With her
cooperation, Cory was immediately released from jail with all
charges dropped. The attorney wanted us to sue the city and county
for false imprisonment, but we passed. My song was going viral
online. Wherever I clicked, I saw a reference to “Break Free Dearest
Stepbrother.”
“I can’t believe I’m out,” he said as we sat on his couch in his
apartment.
“Me either. We got lucky.”
“Fuck that. You got me out by writing that song. How the hell did
you do that? I never knew you could write.”
“I’ve written my thoughts down my whole life, but I never
thought of it as something that could make money. After getting back
from seeing you in jail, it all just spilled out of me. I can’t believe I got
Bart Mathews to sing it.”
“Right? It sounds amazing.” He turned to me. “You’re amazing,
Heidi. Thank you.”
“It was my fault you were in there…”
“Stop that, okay. It’s over. We need to start fresh.”
“Like fresh out of a shower?” I teased.
When I turned to look at him, he blushed.
“About that…”
“How’s it feel to be a free man?” I interrupted, trying to change
the subject.
“Honestly, I’m not free if I keep lying.”
“What do you mean?” Did he really shoot Mack?
“I was serious, Heidi. I’ve loved you for a long time now.”
“Shhh.” I put my finger to my lips.
 Slowly, I slid across the couch toward him. Before he could say
another word, I kissed him on the lips. The moment was electric,
something I’d dreamed about many times while lying in bed at night.
His hands held my waist as we continued to kiss. It was even better
than I’d imagined it would be. He pulled my shirt up. I held my hands
over my head and let him take it off.
We kissed again, his hands massaging my breasts. All my
fantasies were about to come true. I had money in the bank left over
after paying the attorney as well as the start of a career as a
songwriter. My Break Free Dearest Stepbrother song was played
over five million times online on various websites. Even more
important, my stepbrother loved me.
He stood up and held his hand out. I put mine in his, and he
helped me to my feet. Once in his bedroom, we stripped off the rest
of our clothes. Neither of us were rushed. We had the rest of our
lives in front of us. Part of me wondered why I’d waited so long to act
on my feelings for my stepbrother. More importantly, other parts of
me were getting moist.
When we were both completely naked, he moved forward and
took me in his arms again. His hard, sculpted chest pressed against
my heaving breasts. As our lips and tongues danced and played, he
slipped his hand lower, cupping my ass. A moment later, he moved
forward, causing me to sit down on the edge of the bed. My first
reaction was to scoot back, but he placed his hands on my thighs,
stopping me.
As he looked deep into my eyes, I felt my heart pound quicker.
My mind went blank as he got to his knees in front of me. His
powerful hands spread my legs apart as he kissed one inner thigh
then the other. With each kiss, he got closer and closer to my dicklet.
When his pink, wet tongue licked the length of my shaft, I moaned,
arching my back and thrusting.
“Calm down,” he scolded.
He teased every inch of my skin with his warm, wet tongue
While he did so, I ran my hands through his hair, begging him to go
faster. He looked up as I leaned up on my elbows to look down at his
beautiful face. Pleasure pulsed through my body as he lowered his
head and got back to work licking and kissing me. I didn’t think it
could get any better, but then he slipped a finger inside me up to his
knuckle.
I moaned again, bucking my hips so the finger would penetrate
me deeper. He sensed the power he had over me and teased me,
pulling his finger all the way out. Before I could complain, he placed
it in again, this time pushing it in a little further into my wet and willing
hole. At the same time, his tongue pressed against the sensitive
underside of my head, teasing it too.
“Fuck me,” I begged, wanting more of him.
After a few more licks, he pulled his finger out of my stretched
asshole and stood up in front of me. His hard cock swayed back and
forth before he grabbed it at the base with his right hand. We made
eye contact as he guided the giant mushroom head to the entrance
of my special pussy. With a quick thrust, the tip pressed in. I groaned
in pleasure, wanting even more as my sphincter opened.
Everything else in the universe ceased to exist as he
penetrated me completely. I wrapped my hands around his back,
pulling him close as he finally stopped. Just as slowly, he pulled his
cock out but not all the way. The next thrust was quicker. We soon
had a good rhythm built up, as if we’d been fucking each other for
years. His skin rubbing against mine while he fucked me harder and
faster.
The bed creaked as he picked up speed. How long has it been
since he’s fucked anyone? I thought. Two thrusts later, he grunted
and stopped thrusting in and out quickly. His cock throbbed deep
inside me as I watched a look of pleasure wash over his face. He
looked down at me guiltily. I smiled to let him know it was okay. We’d
have many more nights together.
“Did you come?”
I shook my head from side to side, not wanting to lie to him. “It’s
okay. Really.”
 He pulled out of me. Before I could say anything else, he
returned to the floor between my legs. With his hands under my hips
holding me up a little, he swallowed my cock. I wasn’t sure if the idea
of eating my thick, creamy cum was something that turned him on or
he just wanted to make me feel good, but to be honest, I didn’t care.
I grabbed his hair. He licked, sucked, and kissed my sensitive
flesh. When he slipped two fingers in my asshole and wiggled them
around, I moaned, close to my own orgasm. Mack had never been
able to get me to come, which should have told me a lot. Thoughts of
him and everything else left my mind. All I could concentrate on was
his tongue sliding over my soft skin.
My orgasm arrived with a flourish. I arched my back, pushing
my cock deeper into his mouth as I screamed out in pleasure. He
removed his fingers and looked up at me. A mixture of his own juices
and mine wet his face. The smile he wore and the look in his eyes in
that moment was something I would never forget. I laughed as my
body tingled and I tried to catch my breath.
After he stood up, he joined me on the bed to enjoy the
afterglow. My stepbrother is a freak. I would’ve never guessed it, I
thought to myself. It was a good thing, like icing on the cake. Not
only had I found a man who loved me for me, I had an exciting new
career as a songwriter in front of me. Great sex was almost too
much. Part of me feared it was all just a dream.
We were together for the rest of our lives after that night. All
that we’d been through just served to make our relationship stronger.
If we could survive what happened, we’d be able to weather any
storm that came our way. With the rest of the money I got from
writing my song—not to mention the ten-grand from Mack - he was
able to finish college without having to work.
Our parents eventually found out, but they learned to accept it
when they finally understood how much Cory and I meant to each
other. He was a great lover, but even more important, he was a good
boyfriend. After a year together, we got married, cementing the deal
for the rest of our lives. Two children and a house in the suburbs
made me the happiest trans woman in the world.
 When I was younger, I had wanted to party and have fun all the
time, but my life was different. Cory helped me realize what was
important in life—love. I loved him. He loved me. We both loved our
adopted children. Our lives weren’t perfect by any means. Still,
whenever I stepped back and looked at the big picture, I realized my
life was blessed.

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