My full name is Alexander Delaney, which is a mouthful. No one wants to be called that for a lifetime. My mom started calling me Lexi recently. It stuck…so I’m Lexi. It’s really kinda cute. I’m a dude, but barely. It might be more accurate to call me a sissy. I live with my family in a small suburb just north of Vegas.

I’m 18 and I have a very slight build. Some of the girls at my college tease me and tell me that I would make a pretty girl. But obviously not pretty enough for one of them to go out with me! I dig chicks, but chicks don’t dig me. They just laugh.

There’s a particular day from a couple of months ago that changed my life. I remember that the heat of a Las Vegas summer morning had seeped through my pretty new pajamas. I was sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by textbooks and notes. I was a first-year comp lit major, and a damned fine one.

Sweat trickled down my back. I was scribbling furiously, trying to make sense of the literary analysis in front of me. The air conditioner was giving a white noise backdrop.

The door to the kitchen creaked open and in strode Bernie, my younger 17-year-old brother. His broad shoulders filled the doorframe. He was 5 feet 11 inches and 225 rock-hard pounds, with medium brown, shortly cropped hair. Everyone, from my family to the students and teachers at school, to everyone who knew him, considered him to be a stone-cold stud. Period.

And I will freely tell you that my younger brother completely intimidated me! His muscles always bulged beneath his tight t-shirt, and they rippled with every movement. He was showing his usual goofy grin. That made my cheeks flush with anger even before he spoke. He disgusted me.

"Mom says we're sleeping in the same bed from now on," he announced.

I gaped at him. My pen hovered over the paper. "What? No way, Bernie, we're not kids anymore."

The very thought of sharing a bed with him made me want to crawl out of my skin. The room seemed to shrink around me. My heart hammered against my ribcage.

This was crazy. My bedroom was my safe place, my sanctuary. Was my mom crazy? Well…that’s another subject for another time.

"Don't be such a pussy, Lexi," he scoffed. His deep voice echoed throughout the room. "You need to learn to share. Don’t act like a cunt. Besides, we're family. What's the big deal?"

His eyes gleamed, and I knew he was enjoying my unhappiness.

My attractive mom. Wait a minute. My fucking well beautiful mom bustled in, her floral apron tied loosely around her waist. She placed a plate of cookies on the counter and turned to me with a hopeful smile.

"Isn't this great, sweetheart? You two can share the room and keep each other company every night after we all go to bed." Her words hung in the air. They were thick with the unspoken understanding that Bernie was once again going to get what he wanted. Mom always gave Bernie what he wanted.

The humiliation washed over me in a hot, sticky wave. I loved Mom so much that it hurt. But she had always favored him. He was her brawny, beefy boy with the chiseled jaw and the rizz. As you can tell, I didn’t like Bernie, but the dude had rizz in spades. Sometimes Mom called him “Beef Cakes” and gave him hot-oil rubdowns. And now this fucking mesomorphic boy wonder was going to invade my personal space with his bullshit.

"But mom, I'm older than him, I-"

"Don't argue," she interrupted, her voice firm. "It's decided. You'll both be fine."

She ruffled my hair. That was a gesture that used to be comforting when I was younger, but now it felt patronizing.

"You're such a smart boy, Lexi. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

And she stood there with her left hand on her hip the way she always did when she was laying down the law. I felt my cock grow hard, which dismayed me. After all, what kind of fucked-up son was getting hard because of his mom, fer chrissakes? But she did it to me every time.

My protests died on my lips as she disappeared into the living room with her fine ass swaying. Bernie chuckled. "Come on, Lexi, it'll be like a sleepover. Only every night. We can snuggle, little dude."

I immediately shot back with, “I don’t want to snuggle with you, asshole. I know you get hard when you touch me. That’s some sick shit!” He laughed and pinched me hard on my fleshy chest area. I stifled a whimper, and tears welled up in my eyes. And I could feel my little cock getting hard. Was I liking this?

The thought of his heavy frame next to me in the bed made me feel claustrophobic. But there was no fighting it. Mom had been swayed by his charisma once again. It’s like there was some kind of weird sex vibe between those two. With a sigh, I willingly acquiesced to the inevitable. My hella pretty mom and my bully-boy brother had me buffaloed. How did I get myself into these fixes, anyway?

As the day wore on, my dread increased. By the time night fell, I was a wreck. I didn't want to go to bed. The thought of his heavy body next to me, and his heavy breathing, wore me down.

When I finally entered what had been MY room, the bed looked smaller than ever. The sheets were cool and inviting, but they held the promise of the nightmares to come.

Bernie was already in bed. He had thrown back the covers he covers so that he could show off his enormous chest. He grinned when he saw me. That motherfucker had a smugness that made my skin crawl. "You gonna join me, sis?"

Sis? That oaf was calling me sis?

I gulped. My heart was racing. This shit was happening. This was really happening. I willingly slipped into the bed, as far from him as possible. The mattress shifted only slightly with my weight. Hell, I weighed less than 120 pounds! With Bernie lying beside me, my little pajamas that Mom had bought me suddenly felt very scanty.

As I lay there, I felt the asshole’s eyes on me. I stared at the ceiling, willing my mind to go blank. I wanted to think of anything other than his gaze.

The room was silent. I could feel the mattress shift as he moved closer. I could feel the warmth of his body.

And then his hand was on my thigh. It was just resting there. It wasn’t moving, but it was heavy. But for some reason, I did not want to push his hand away.

And as the moments ticked by, something strange happened. My body began to respond, betraying my fear and loathing. I felt my little cock... swell. My little cock liked this shit! Who was I to tell it no?

I didn't dare move, didn't dare speak. What if he knew I was hard because of him? What if he could tell?

The hand on my thigh grew bolder. It moved up, up, until it reached the elastic of my shorts. He was going to find out! He was going to know!

His touch was electric, making my heart race even faster. I should have been disgusted. I should have told him to stop, but all I could do was lie there, trembling. Like a little bitch!

He slid his hand under the elastic of my pajamas. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh. I bit my lip to keep from gasping. His touch was gentle, as if he knew exactly how to make me react. Where did that ape learn this shit?

My cock was getting harder and harder in my pajama pants. I prayed he wouldn't notice. But he did. His hand paused for a moment. Then he began to explore my little cock. I could feel my face growing hot.

“Touch me, Bernie, please,” I whispered. His breath grew heavier, and I knew he was getting off on this in a major way. I was falling for the bastard!

My pajamas grew tight, straining against my erection as he stroked me. I couldn't deny the pleasure that brought. I felt a drop of precum at the tip of my little cock.

Bernie’s hand enveloped my cock, moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. That drove me wild. I clenched my fists in the sheets as I tried to hold back my moans. Oh my god, was I a whore?

My body began to tense. My toes curled as the pleasure built. I knew I was close, and I didn't know what to do. His hand started to slip under my shirt, and his rough fingers played with my nipples.

And then it was just too much. My body took over, and I came with a gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. He milked the last drops from me, not letting up until I was spent.

He chuckled, "Looks like you liked that, sis."

Again, with the sis? What an asshole!

I lay there panting. My heart raced as he pulled his hand away, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. I just stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. My goofy muscle-bound younger brother had just seduced me! And I had been willing every step of the way!

The silence stretched on. I felt his hand move up to cup my cheek. He turned my face towards him. His eyes were gleaming.

"Don't worry, baby," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Your secret's safe with me."

With that, he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue pushing past my lips. And then his hand found its way back to my cock, which was already beginning to harden again.

The line between love and hate was blurring. But as his hand began to move once more, I knew I didn't want to run. Could I make this work? I didn’t really like him, but I was beginning to think I loved him! WTF! It had started to seem like my life was changing for the better.

But I still complained about it the next morning to Mom. "He touched me, Mom. I sort of let him do it and it felt good, but it was indecent. I was afraid to raise a ruckus because I thought no one in this house would take my part. Besides, he's twice my size! He’s intimidating, Mom! And sexy! Should I love him? Mom, am I a whore?”

My pretty mom blew it off the way she always did whenever I complained about something. She said, "Lexi, you're always so overdramatic! I swear, sometimes you're like having a daughter! Bernie adores you. You’re his brother! Look, we'll sit down with him this afternoon and talk it out when he gets home from the gym. Maybe that will settle your nerves, sweetheart."

Her dismissal was like a knife twisting in my gut. I couldn’t believe she was taking this so lightly. This was a major life shift! Bernie was turning me into his bitch! I had known she'd take his side. She always did. Bernie could do no wrong in her eyes. He was her golden boy, the apple of her eye, and I was just... there. An annoyance. An afterthought. A girly-boy.

The afternoon dragged on. When Bernie finally walked in from his shift at the gym, his muscles bulging, sweat glistening on his forehead, my little cock immediately grew stiff. The scent of his body wash filled the room. I had to fight the urge to run to my room and slam the door shut. This shit was going too fast!

But I knew that running away and slamming the door wouldn't solve anything. So, I took a deep breath and followed Mom to the kitchen. She had set up a little chat area with three cups of our favorite teas, like we were going to sit down and have a nice, civilized conversation about me getting fucked up the ass every night! Like it was something normal.

Bernie sauntered in, his usual smug grin plastered on his face. He had on these tight gym shorts that outlined his enormous cock. His thighs looked like they could crush me in a single squeeze. And his cock, oh my fucking god! His shorts couldn’t hide the new cold, hard fact in my life; his goddam cock was massive!

Mom made her entrance. Making an entrance was her specialty. At 40, she had the figure of a woman who had been blessed with good genes and who maintained her awesomeness with a strict diet. Her height was about average, but she always wore heels to appear taller. Her weight hovered around 125, slim enough to turn heads, but with enough curves to make men's eyes linger, especially with those big MILFish tits! Maybe if I played my sissy boy cards right, I would be like Mom someday!

Undoubtedly, my mom was a MILF, THE MILF! And her ass was amaaazing! My mom was a fuckin' dish, dude! Sometimes just looking at her made me hard, especially when she put her hand on her hip and spoke to me in her stern way. She could make me go weak with just a look.

Mom started talking about how important it was for siblings to get along and how sharing a room would help us bond. Bond! And through it all, Bernie’s eyes never left me. They were intense, and I could feel them boring into me. He was going to enjoy all of this, I just knew it.

"So, what do you think, Lexi?" Mom's voice was a balm soothing the panic that was bubbling up inside me.

I opened my mouth to protest, but I couldn’t find the words. I looked at him, sitting there with his arms folded over his chest. His biceps were flexing as if to remind me who was now in charge of me. My younger brother! And then, without even thinking, I nodded my head okay. What else could I do? He really was handsome. In fact, he was gorgeous. And I always had been a slave for Mom’s approval. I wanted to make her happy.

Mom clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! I knew you two could work it out!"

This was working it out? This shit had been rigged from the get-go!

And with that, she disappeared again, leaving the oaf and me alone in the kitchen. Bernie leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. "You know you want it, Lexi," he murmured. I could feel you wanting it last night! His voice was thick with something that was definitely not brotherly love. There's a little whore inside you who wants it! I can make you feel good, baby doll."

The words “baby doll” made my knees grow weak.

I felt a flush creep up my neck. "Wh-what are you talking about?" I stammered.

He just chuckled and took a sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving mine. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, sis. That little show you put on last night. You were hot, little dude. Like a nasty little sister!"

My stomach dropped. He knew me. He really knew me.

"Look, Bernie," I started, trying to keep my voice steady. "We can't do this. It's not right. And your cock is way too big!"

He shrugged, and that infuriating smirk never left his face. "All you have to do is let me have a little... fun. No harm, no foul. I have a crush on you, little dude! Besides, you know Mom has always wanted a daughter. With a few changes, you could fit the bill. You’re very pretty, Lexi! You make me hard without even trying."

The room spun as his words sank in. What was he saying? What did he want from me? And why the fuck was I suddenly aroused again at the thought of being his baby doll?

"I-I’m having a little trouble processing all of this, Bernie," I stuttered.

He stood up, his bulky frame blocking my escape. "You will process it, little bitch," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You know you love me, and your love will grow. You’re all I want, Lexi! Your little ass belongs to me!"

Panic surged through me, and I knew he and Mom had me trapped. He had always been the one who could manipulate her so easily. He was the one who could get away with anything. My pretty mom was giving me to him!

With trembling hands, I took a sip of my chamomile, trying to compose myself. "Okay," I whispered. "But just tonight. You do have a genuinely nice cock, Bernie. But it’s sooo big!"

He leaned in. His breath was hot against my ear. "You don't belong to you anymore, Lexi. You belong to me. You’ll get used to it. You were eager last night. You gave me what I wanted. You served it up like a bitch! You act like you’re so sweet and proper, but I think you’re a little whore! I want you to be my little whore, Lexi! Is that so bad?"

The words sent a shiver through my nervous system. Something about this whole deal was beginning to appeal to me. But that Bernie cock was some next-level shit! I thought about my little asshole and shuddered!

That night, when he climbed into bed and pulled me into his arms, I couldn't fight it. His hand slid down my body, and I didn't protest when he pulled down my cute pajama bottoms. He was gentle at first, his fingers teasing my tiny hole, spreading me open. And when he finally entered me, the pain was there, but my feelings were different. Little tiny hole! Humongous cock! But now it seemed like this was how things should be!

As Bernie fucked me, I bit into the pillow, muffling my whimpers. His grunts were powerful. And yet, as much as I wanted to...