Feminized by My Brother

Tears start to well up in my eyes and I say again, barely audible, "Can I shower here please?"

"Yeah," my brother says. "Let's go."

I awkwardly realize that he is joining me in the shower as we both step into the warm water. I don't even object, he has a commanding presence. I already knew he was strong and charismatic, but now I'm experiencing it in a different way, being made subservient to it. I'm surprised when he starts cleaning me, soaping his hands, and running them around my body. It feels nice, and I don't object, I just wonder, "What are you doing?"

"I like to clean my bitches," he says, and I'm not sure if this is a joke. He turns me around and his hands rub my ass. "Man, what a nice little butt you've got." I gasp as his fingers slide through my crack, tickling my asshole. He leaves a lot of soap there, and I realize too late his plan.

"Ughh Matt! Gross man!" I feel him press his cock, which is hard again, into my asscrack. The thing is so long the head peeks out of my buns even though he has squatted to push himself up and run it through the valley like it's a damn hotdog. I shudder as he presses me against the wall.

"I could fuck you right here," he whispers in my ear, and we both know it's true. He is so much stronger than me... "But today is really Brenda's day," he says as he grinds himself into me, pushing the breath from my body. His hands reach around me, teasing my nipples, fuck they feel good!

"If you want to keep this up I'm gonna need you to look the part of a good sissy for me, what do you think about that?"

"Come on Matt, ughh fuuuck..." He sticks his tongue in my ear, his chest is sliding up and down my back. I feel how he can manipulate my body, how powerful he is, it's such a turn on I can't fight the urges that are churning in my gut, my mind is confused but my body wants him to fuck me right there.

"Maybe I'll stop by the house sometimes, give you a snack, or make you a snack," he taunts me.

"Mom and Dad though..." I say, although 'No' is what I should have said.

"Just imagine, they'll be asleep in the other room, clueless that their little boy is getting fucked in the ass by his big brother."

"Ohh, shit!" I mutter. My dick is hard again, and my hips shiver against my brother's cock, making him moan in approval. The feeling of his shaft sliding over my hole is incredibly hot.

Suddenly he backs off, and I experience a strange sense of disappointment. I stand on shaking legs as he rinses us both. "Get the fuck out of here you worthless fag, Brenda needs her alone time."

I dress and leave, my manhood badly compromised.

* * *

There's a text on my phone Monday morning, "You'll have panties and a bra on under your clothes from now on, I'll be coming by to check."

The cashier at the thrift store gave me a weird look, can't this bitch just assume I'm buying this for a girlfriend? I feel nervous eating dinner with my folks Tuesday night. Dad is clueless but, I'm conscious that I need to be careful what outer clothes I wear, if he saw my undergarments he would freak.

Matthew comes over Wednesday night, he rarely visits anymore, and my folks are happy to host him. He knows my dad turned his room into a man cave, but that just helps his sick plan.

"I can sleep with Ethan," he tells Dad. "I can take listening to his metalcore crap for a few hours."

My Dad finds this very funny, in his day they had real metal, not this teeny girl stuff. I would normally argue back, but now I sit demurely.

Matthew always took more after my father, who was also very athletic. Dad only stopped playing sports because other guys in their 40s that he knew weren't doing it, otherwise he'd still be out shooting hoops I think. I wonder how he'd react to Matt's eventual coming out.

"How yah been?" Matthew asks me as we sit on my bed, just after ten. I'm a little taken aback by the show of concern.

"Fine I guess," he skootches over to me.

"Looking forward to college next year?" he asks me.

"Yeah," I say. "Maybe I'll actually get a girlfriend."

"Oh yeah for sure. You can live in the same house I do! We got a guy graduating this year I'll talk to the landlord."

I thought about this. There could definitely be benefits but... serious complications. "Brenda sleeps over a lot too," he goes on. "I can let you borrow her pretty much whenever." I wonder about this, would he be letting me use Brenda, or would he be making use of me?

He stands up, undoing his pants. "Let me see the goods."

I just sit there, staring as he takes out his cock. It's gorgeous as ever, so big and tasty looking. I lick my lips before I even think about it, remembering the taste of his cum.

"The shirt," he says. Nervously I take off my shirt, revealing the bra I'm wearing. I'm not even sure why now, what the fuck am I doing?

"Pants," he orders. I shake as I drop them, revealing the black silk panties and their lace trim. "Nice," he says. I wonder if he's going to fuck me now like he'd threatened, I wonder if I want him to.

"What are we doing?" I ask quietly. "This is too risky!"

"A test. No Brenda, no teasing or touching you. Just you, reacting to your brother's cock."

I gulp in horror because I get what he's saying. "On your knees." He tells me. As I sit in front of him he steps up to me, real close, laying his cock on my face. "Just smell it for a minute."

I do as he says, breathing in his scent. My little dick is twitching in my panties already, I hope he can't see it. I glance up at him, and my lips come into contact with his balls. They're full and soft, warm on my face. I kiss them gently, which just seems proper. Matthew doesn't object so I continue, placing little kisses around the soft sack.

I put my hands up on his thighs, they're strong and firm, and they feel good on my hands. I start licking upwards across where his shaft meets his nuts. He seems to really like this, and his cock is at full mast. I grab his shaft with my hands, pointing his cock at my face. The spongy head is soft on my cheeks, I rub it around like a tube of lipstick, a few drops of precum just starting to flow, coating my lips. I start sucking on the head, tonging the slit, and enjoying how it tastes and feels.

My own dick is straining in my panties, I want to jerk off but I know that'll be over quickly, and I've got to finish this first, so I suck more into my mouth. The whole time he's just watching me, relaxed and taking in my oral servitude, seemingly unconcerned that Dad could suddenly walk in. I try massaging his nuts while sucking and this actually makes him react some, a deep sigh escaping him as I try my best to bring him to orgasm, it isn't easy though. We are polar opposites, me the pre-mature ejaculator, him a fucking cock that won't quit.

I'm bobbing my head as fast as I can and squeezing his nuts. I gag some as I go too deep and try to adjust so I can keep a rhythm but I realize suddenly that maybe just going fast isn't the best way to bring him off. It works on me though. In my excitement I reach between my legs, intending just to rub a bit through the cloth, but fuck if I'm not already on edge! I squeal onto his shaft, creaming my panties.

I pull off him, panting, winded. I look up, yet again embarrassed by my little problem, but he is just smiling.

"I didn't say you had to suck my cock, Alexis," he says softly.

"Well, I thought, I mean..." I get quiet.

"I might as well finish though," he says, pushing me back against the side of my bed. He forces my head down, shoving his cock into my mouth at a downward angle. I choke, gagging, but he ignores it, pushing harder. It's hopeless though, I can't take more than five inches so I'm just sputtering on it. He doesn't mind that much, just muttering, "She's head stupid like I thought," and fucking my face. It's brutal and humiliating, I close my eyes, hands going to his hips to establish some kind of control, but I might as well have tried to slow a raging bull.

Sounds that are disgusting yet erotic emerge from my ravaged orifice as he plunges into my mouth repeatedly. It won't be long I'm sure, he is setting his own pace, and from his smirk, also getting off on debasing me. I take it like a bitch until he's satisfied, grunting as he erupts in my mouth, whispering encouragement for me to swallow his hot spunk. I'm not very good at this either, my choking kicks his cum out in globs, covering my face and his crotch.

He slows down and lets me catch my breath, but doesn't pull out. "Clean it." He orders me. Last time I had Brenda to help with this, but now I have to suck his cock clean and lick the remainder off his balls and crotch. He even uses his large tool to push the cum from my face into my open lips, making me drink each drop.

"Well," he says, as he tucks himself back in his pants. "That confirms it, you're a cocksucking bottom. In fact, you're the most cock loving whore I've ever seen, even if you suck at it. Get it? Suck!" he laughs at me as I hang my head. "Listen, I want you in nail polish, you can wear black nails and play it off as some emo shit, Dad should tolerate that."

"What?" I ask, "He'll freak!"

"Yeah, but probably not too bad. He already knows you listen to that crap so, you can play it off. You'll be my emo bitch, I'll get you the outerwear you get the appropriate makeup. I want you practiced at wearing it too, and shave what little bit of hair you have, I'm not into French girls."

I crawl into bed as he leaves, degraded, worried, and satisfied. My constant urge for sex is actually sated, even though all I did was suck him off and pop from practically nothing again. I don't really understand what's gotten into me.

* * *

My dad didn't freak actually. I got some (masculine) black clothing, which went with band shirts I already wore, and painted up my nails. Brenda sends me a text with... makeup advice of all things. The old man didn't even really bat an eye. My brother was correct, the nail polish was excusable and not taken as a sign of me being a latent homosexual. Or maybe my Dad is more accepting than I thought. The idea of broaching to him a 'hypothetical' question like, "What if I or Matt were gay" crossed my mind but the risk was too great. That WOULD make him see the nail polish as a gay thing. I enhanced the ruse by talking a bunch about Motionless in White on Thursday, playing their record loudly, and getting the polish on Friday. He interpreted this as I intended him to.

I also put up a calendar of emo goth girls in my room, which my mom scoffed at as soon as she saw it, saying maybe I shouldn't have that.

"The boy is eighteen, of course, he likes half-naked girls, it's his room let him be," was my dad's response. I think he thought Ms. February was hot, but this was the response I expected, sometimes Dad is good to have around.

Matthew moved our time to five without explanation. When I got there Brenda was hanging out in the room, she was dressed sluttier than usual, including a short skirt, and I immediately suspected what was up.

"Jesus Christ, no," I say.

"Calm down," she laughs. "It's just date night. I've got your clothes."

Brenda starts teaching me about how to use makeup for the next hour, not just putting it on me but showing me how to do it. I've brought my own stuff, black lipstick, purple eyeliner, and a pale concealer for my reclusive barely-see-the-sun skin. I hadn't a clue how to use it really, but I'm starting to learn. I'm dressed all in black, dark lipstick and eyeliner, the whole nine yards except...

"You should pierce your ears," Brenda says. Hers are pierced of course, with small earrings really complimenting her look.

Matthew takes us out to Olive Garden, of all places, and I'm really uncomfortable being in public like this. Brenda actually seems a little shy as well, but Matt is confident as ever. We get a few looks, two trannies with this young stud, but nobody says anything. Eventually, I loosen up.

We talk about normal shit actually, work, school, movies, music. Brenda listens to all this romantic crap, like James Bay and Adele. Girl shit, which isn't surprising, I guess. Then it's on to this generic horror film. It has been out a few weeks already and hardly anybody is there, Matt has got us seats in the back row. My stomach churns as we sit down. Every second I expect some weird shit, like him pushing me or Brenda to suck him in the theater, but while Brenda slips her hand under his belt to fondle him during the film, nothing like that happens.

On the ride back to his pad I actually mention it, "I thought you were gonna make us go down on you." I laugh, to try and make everything seem less weird.

"Sometimes Brenda does," he says, "But I wouldn't make you girls do that, obviously. What kind of guy do you think I am?"

"Well, you made me..." I stop, thinking.

"What?" he inquires.

I'm silent. Nothing I guess, he didn't really make me do anything... that I didn't want him to.

"I just gave you a nudge Sis, you obey because you're a sissy, you're just now discovering it. Next time you can suck me in the theater though if you want."

I'm still thinking about this when we get to his room, Brenda pulls a bottle of rum out of Matt's desk alongside a few shot glasses. She throws one back and pours one for each of us. I haven't really drunk before, and I'm sure I make a ridiculous face when I taste it. Drinking cum is easier.

"Oh yeah I'mma keep an eye on you, Sis," my brother says when he sees my reaction. This is another slight on my masculinity I realize. We sit around talking and drinking, I'm sitting on the side of the bed, feet swinging. The second shot is no easier, but it gives me a little pep I think, I feel bold.

"I'm not a girl, BRO," I say, poking my brother in the chest. He smiles when I say this.

"Oh, yea? Show me your little clitty."

"It's a DICK, you DICK!" I proclaim.

"Show it then," he says, "Let's see this dick." I hesitate and he stands up, pushing my shoulders back, I fall onto the bed. I experience the dizziness of a buzz for the first time, his ceiling is doing little half-circles above me. He gets between my legs and lifts my skirt. Brenda just watches, enjoying the show.

With my dick soft there's barely a bump in the black undies, and Matt leans over me, his hands going to my sides. I don't know what to expect, but when he kisses me I don't resist, not even when he shoves his tongue into my mouth. His hands roam my body as I respond, my legs starting to quiver. He's warm against me, and broad, covering my whole body like I'm a baby bird under its mom or something. When he pulls off me I'm hard.

We all look at my panties, there's my erection, clearly outlined. Matt unzips his pants, pulls out his semi-flaccid dick, and picks up the edge of my undies, pushing his cock into them. With his huge tool in there, you can no longer see my cock, it's under the tent pitched by his growing erection, and even my balls can't be seen after a few seconds. The feel of him getting hard against my skin is so naughty I put my hand over my mouth, if I hadn't, I would have moaned his name.

"Where's your dick?" he asks. "I feel your clit on my cock but that's it. Man, you're getting wet down there, does my girl need a fucking?"

To my horror I see the drop of wetness spreading on my panties, and it's not at the end of his cock. My dick is leaking precum under there, I'm so turned on by how he's treating me.

"N-n-no..." I stutter, trying to deny what's happening.

"Are you sure?" he asks, pulling back his cock. I feel it drag over my skin, sooo fucking big against my small penis. I shake my head no.

"Really?" he asks me again, and pushes forward, and down. His cock parts my asscheeks a bit, coming to rest against my asshole, which I feel twitching nervously.

I grit my teeth to stifle the sounds my body wants to make. He leans over me and pushes. He's dry and he knows it's not going in, but I don't know that being clueless about anal sex, and I squirm, aroused and terrified, am I about to be taken by my older brother? My heart is pounding, I realize that my arms are tight to my chest like I'm a T-rex, and my fists are clenched tight, but not in anger. I picture myself right then as a petite emo virgin, her boyfriend about to deflower her anus, and it's a smoking hot thought in my buzzed brain.

Matthew allows me to huff and groan for a minute as my rosebud resists the pressure that his cockhead is putting on it. He moves in small circles and thrusts, not enough to work his way in, but enough to excite me with the prospect. My lips part, I close my eyes, and I start to push back against him.

But he pulls away, making me whimper, verbalizing my emasculation. I open my eyes, pleading with them.

"What?" he asks, playing dumb. "I can't fuck you are you serious? How much have you ever played with yourself down there huh? None right? Do you see my cock? You'd need stitches, Sis."

"You can finger me," I say bluntly, almost ready to talk my own brother into fucking me.

"Take too long," he says. "Besides it's Benda's night, you can watch and take a turn on her afterward. Finger yourself this week, I'll fuck you later if you're a good girl."

"Yeessss!" Brenda drinks a final shot and turns some music on from her phone (girly romance shit), discards her panties then stumbles into the bed next to me, laughing. I move out of the way, excited that I might get a 'turn' on Brenda. Matt grabs a bottle of lubricant from his desk, pouring some into his hand. Brenda pulls off her panties and lays on her stomach, ass off the side of the bed, waiting eagerly. Matt starts massaging her ass and kissing the small of her back while she rubs lube onto his dick. His lover coos and wiggles her butt at him. There's a loud SMACK as he spanks her a bit. I see his hand slip into the soft valley between her ass cheeks and she groans. I can tell he has pushed a finger into her, I start rubbing myself through my panties, very cautiously.

Matt doesn't rush her, he fingers her gently, she's swaying her head to the music, just enjoying Matt's attention. Her legs stiffen when he inserts a second finger, her ass arching into his fist.

"Fuuuuck," she sighs. "Get me ready baby, ugh I want it..." she pleads quietly, her hands holding the side of the bed. I gulp when I see him go to three fingers, it's strange to imagine that somebody would enjoy so much stretching, but I realize, his cock is even thicker than that. Brenda grits her teeth and I see she is watching me watch her. She's enjoying the audience, quivering in an exaggerated manner when Matt pours some lube straight onto her hole. Matthew seems satisfied that she's prepared after working the KY into her for another minute, and withdraws his fingers, running the slimy digits down to play with her balls for a moment, making her purr.

I'm standing at a 45-degree angle to get the best view, and I watch my brother's cock push against her rear, she's so smooth down there, I bet it's heavenly feeling on his cock as he rubs between the globes of her ass. I see her mouth form an 'O' as he pushes in and we hear her moan.

No wait, I'm the one moaning. I shut myself up as soon as I realize it, hearing my brother chuckle. I enjoy the view of his cock sinking into her slowly and observe how he does it. He goes about a third of the way in before stopping, asking her, "Are you okay, babe?"

She's biting her lip and clenching her fist, a few moments pass before she looks at Matthew, "More, Master," she tells him. Matt pulls back a little, then pushes forward, drawing a groan that's at least partly pain from Brenda. I'm realizing they do this every time, and I'm seeing how much bigger Matt is than three fingers, he is so large that it is problematic for taking him in the ass I realize. He's working in slow, whispering to Brenda, reassuring her, checking on her. Oh man I wanna try, I slide my panties off, kicking them away.