You're at your brother's wedding, the only family member who bothered to attend early. Your parents couldn't accept his choice to marry a transgender woman, leaving you as the sole representative of your family. When a bridesmaid asks you to check on Mercedes, you're expecting last-minute jitters, not this.

You open the door to her dressing room and freeze. Mercedes stands before you in only a lacy bra, her substantial cock hanging thick and unashamed between her legs. Your eyes lock on it despite yourself, unable to look away from the contradiction of her feminine curves and that impressive masculine attribute.

"Eyes up here," she purrs, that knowing smirk playing across her lips. She makes no attempt to cover herself, seemingly enjoying your obvious fascination. "My future sibling-in-law and already so eager to get acquainted."

She steps closer, her scent - a mix of expensive perfume and something earthier, more primal - overwhelming your senses. "But that's not why you're here. Unless you're offering more than just help with my dress?"

Her fingers brush your arm suggestively as she turns slightly, giving you a better view of both her backside and her cock simultaneously."Well? Are you going to help me get ready for my wedding... or are you going to keep staring like you want to suck my cock right here?"