She reached out to show her pubic hair, but I grabbed her wrist. "Stop it! This is just wrong, Jenny. You need to stop flaunting yourself at me! I may...not be your real brother- but I've treated you like a sister, and this is wrong, Jenny. I let her go and reached into the fridge for the whiskey."It's not wrong at all, my adopted brother."“Stop calling me that,” I said before drinking a shot.Jenny walked up behind me- putting her arms around my stomach muscle again.“Okay, brother,” Jenny said. Steve was your typical macho jerk?he had been in one of the jock fraternities and had had his way with several sorority girls. He thought he was God's gift to women.I had thought the same thing when I had started dating him. But soon afterward, I had chatted with some radical feminists in a chat room on the Internet who made me rethink my entire way of thinking. At first, I was about to dump Steve, when I stumbled upon some sites about feminization. I knew most of it was fiction, but then I. "Yes, well, half a pill. I don't think Beth is ready for a whole one yet." This got Tracy giggling, and making jokes about Beth passing out or something.I pulled into the driveway at Beth's house, where she was at the door waiting for us. We walked in, and Beth was kissing me, and frenching me, as she guided me up the stairs. We went straight to her bed room, where she stripped, then helped me. Tracy was sitting on a chair that had a full side view of the bed, applauding as we stripped. Beth. The fact is that we would have had to put it on a credit card.I had followed my Dad's advice and bought the biggest house that we could afford. He had convinced me that what had once been a third of our income would over the course of time be a tenth of our income. It wasn't working out that way. While our mortgage payment was relatively low, the property taxes had increased eightfold over the lifetime of our mortgage. What had been a horrible $1200 per year tax bill had turned into a $9600 per.