Al Jazeera, obviously. Jeem TV. Abu Dhabi TV. MBC 1. Awtar TV. Either they were showing motor sports, commercials for their own tourism industry, and ...heesy American drama series from the eighties and nineties (21 Jump Street was on 3 channels, for some weird reason) or they aired discussions between ugly, pasty, bloated and bearded religious conservatives who lectured each other on God knows what. Or on what God knows, more likely. I searched in vain for anything from the BBC.After a minute,. There were no furtive glances, no secrets to be kept, no attempt to hide our desire for each other. We were family; we weren’t matched couples, so there wasn’t going to be any fumbling, hesitation, jealousy, or complications. The girls laughed easily as they compared orgasms then agreed that from that day on the four of us would be sex partners until the vacation was done. I enjoyed that thought immensely, and I could see that Steve agreed. I had screwed Heather half the night but it wasn’t. I stepped into the shower with her. We washed each other with some fragrant body wash. She wrapped her arms around me from behind as she said, “You have such a beautiful body, Sweetie. You’re going to make such an amazing woman. I hope you let your hair grow in right away.”She spent the next few hours planning and convincing me the things I should do for my transformation as we dressed, ate, and drove to the mall. I thought about my situation. I lived alone, worked from home, my father. He was such a cocky guy. He thinks he's the hottest guy at our high school which, shamefully, I have to admit is true. I didn't freak at how repulsive thinking about my brother like that would be because I was used to his big ego. I admit to fantasizing about him fucking me and ramming away at my pussy with his cock but they were just thoughts. I never planned on taking action on it. The thought kinda made me sick but at the same time, made me tingly with excitement."Shut up Eric, you know damn.