You sneak your way into your older brother’s, (Jake) room, naked and in Trent’s form. Then, you start looking for any clothes you could find and uncover a perfect fit jockstrap, letterman jacket, a t-shirt, and a pair of jeans which you wear along with Jake’s Chuck Taylor shoes and socks.
You take a few moments to admire your reflection - Trent’s form emitted a sense of confidence that you lacked in your original body, so you couldn't resist the urge to stay longer in this body. However, your reflective session was interrupted by Jake who slowly entered the room.
"…Trent? What're you doing here?" Asked the confused Jake.
What were you supposed to say? That you're his younger brother trapped in the body of school’s sports champion? Lying was necessary. "Uh, I came here to hang out with your brother Liam."
Jake raised an eyebrow at you. "Hmm, never knew you two were friends. Especially considering Liam’s geeky nature."
"Did he just call me a geek?" You thought to yourself.
"Besides, " he added, "What are you doing in my room, and in *my* clothes anyway?"
Desperate for an answer you reply with "Well, you see…" you try to make up a logical scenario. "My clothes got all wet, and Liam told me to wear your clothes since they'd fit me better, sorry for that…"
Jake seemed sympathetic to you and said: "Oh, no apology is necessary! I'm just messing with you. Hell, I wouldn't mind if you took all my clothes." But Jake’s expressions changed to a devilish grin "Come to think of it, you'd be better with all those clothes off."
"Wait, what?"
Jake walks up to you and turns you around to face the mirror. Jake then back-hugs you and whispered in your ears "You know Trent, ever since we first met I've been thinking about you, and I can't help but wonder if you feel the same way about me as I do for you…"
Speechless, your only thoughts were "This can't be happening! I'm getting intimate with my brother!"
Jake, determined to take things to the next level, coursed his hands from your abdomens to your waist, and eloquently expressed his observations to you. "Damn, you're one big fella arent you? I'm three years older than you and you're just as tall as I am." You could feel his bulge rubbing against your back.
"Never knew my brother fancied men too." You thought to yourself. "He wouldn't believe me if I told him I'm his brother."
You were determined to stop your brother and determinately told him: "Enough, Jake! This isn't right. What if Liam saw this?" It felt quite odd talking about yourself in 3rd person.
"Yeah, about that…" Jake confessed. "Where is he, by the way?"
"He… uh, left, and said it was urgent, or something." Your lies we're getting less convincing, but Jake was too occupied with you to care.
"Perfect, then. I can use this opportunity to show just how much I love you, Trent." He said passionately.
Breaking from his ferocious back-hugging, you turn and see the stain on Jake’s jeans from him beating off to you, and he was far from done.
"How can I get myself out of this dilemma?" You wonder.