All characters are above 18 years old. The story contains non-consensual and iconoclasm content some may find offensive. Viewer discretion is advised.
My cousin would come over for the summer holiday, having finished his freshman year in college. Just so happened, my parents and my sister needed to be out of town for the week to attend the sermon tour our local pastor had arranged for the neighborhood, so I would be alone with him for some time.
Me and my cousin used to hang out a lot as kids, which mostly consisted of him mocking and bullying me in front of all of our friends for looking like a girl; I do look a whole lot like my older sister, that hasn't changed one bit since then, with a heart-shaped face, naturally long eyelashes, and porcelain white skin tone, I had to cut my hair quite short just so my classmate don't mistake me for a girl. That helped very little, made even worse by my pathetic 5'6'' stature and 118 pounds body weight.
The day of his arrival had come. I was all alone in the house, pacing back and forth in my own room. Ten thousand butterflies danced a tropical storm inside my stomach -- I couldn't tell if they were my anxiety, my fear, or my aroused libido; the three emotions had been thoroughly mixed, and I couldn't tell them apart.
My cousin sent me a text telling me to be prepared.
I went and washed myself, scrubbing from top to bottom. When we both reached adulthood in high school, the situation of my bullying somehow got worse, with him constantly pestering me in every way possible, shoving me around, mocking me with his whole group of jock friends, hiding my shorts during gym time, etc. One time, he forced me to piss in front of him in the bathroom, and, having no way to resist him, I obliged. I think he saw my penis. His mocking, since then, intensified, focusing solely on degrading my manhood, calling me a fag, a sissy, slapping me all around in front of everyone while my classmates or our mutual friends just had not enough goodwill to do anything about it.
One time in church, he groped my ass. I told him to stop, I tried to yell at him, but he didn't stop. The next thing I know, he would be fondling my ass and my penis with his giant hands while the pastor was still making speeches up there at the lectern.
After I cleaned myself thoroughly and gave myself an enema, I looked into the mirror to check on any excessive hairs that might have grown out. I grew very little body hair naturally -- I couldn't even save up a beard if I wanted to -- and the hair I did grow, like that pathetic puff of pubes, was weak and soft like fur, easily trimmed clean. He always liked me hairless and told me to shave as often as possible just to make me feel somehow extra naked and less of a man.
Finally, one day, after a school church assembly where he fingered my ass in public until I inevitably moaned out loud, attracting many strange eyes from other students, I exploded at him. I didn't dare to do it in public so we were in his dorm room, I yelled at him, and begged him to stop once and for all, and, possibly the worst thing I could've done, I asked him the reason why he was doing all these things.
He said nothing, but pulled down his pants and showed me his cock.
It was a fat, girthy thing, veiny and deep brown, its crimson head bulging with aggression in the air, inundating the room with its musky smell. I eyed it to be probably near 6 inches long, and that's only at half erection, lord knows how big it would be at its most savage state. He then approached me, I screamed but no one heard it, or more likely, they heard but didn't care -- girls get fucked in these rooms all the time. I fought him, for the first time, yet he pinned me down to the floor with ease, with his cock still flopping all around, its mere presence already put fear into my heart.
He tore my pants down and exposed my penis: it was already fully erect. I don't know why I got an erection from him assaulting me but I did; it was soft pink in color, slender, its head was still hiding in the uncut foreskin, and it was barely 5 inches fully erect.
"That's the dynamic." He said to me, laying his cock next to mine. "You have no right to deny me. You are two years older than me, you are supposed to be the role model, the one I look up to, the older brother that stands over me like what a man should do. Yet you can't match me in height, you can't beat me in basketball, you can't even beat me in video games, and now look, your pathetic little thing next to mine. You even got an erection, a surprise indeed, I guess you are looking forward to this, you whore. You have no right to claim to be a man anymore, and you have lost your birthright of being an older brother, from now on, you are just a fucking little slut."
Now all cleaned and ready, I went back to my room to put on the lolita maid lingerie. It was hard hiding these things from my parents. I have to use my older sister's credit card to buy them I didn't tell her but she would find out about their purchase sooner or later, plus the fact that his little brother was now our cousin's long-term sex slave, which will ruin my life once and for all but I don't care anymore; if I didn't buy this lingerie before he arrives, he would be mad.
I put on the garter and the laced panty, the panty was so small it could barely contain my balls, and on the back, it was stretched into a line clamped between my ass cheeks; I guess I bought the wrong size, but there was nothing I can do now. I then put on the white lace apron slash mini skirt; I'm already getting a full erection, my penis making an eye-catching tent with the apron.
The doorbell sounded. He was at the door.
Since that day's confrontation, I was made completely submissive to his will. He groped my ass in front of all his friends, claiming me to his new sex doll, and his jock friends would all cheer for him; he followed me into the bathroom and stroked my penis as I peed into the sink; he reached into my pants and fingered me inside the church, even before our pastor; he forced me to suck his cock, from initially just a few lick to frequent deepthroat; he force me to attend school with anal beads in my ass; he had once molested me, pinching my nipples and kneading my breast, right on the family's Thanksgiving dinner table.
I opened the door in lingerie to see him. Oh god, he somehow looked even better after a year of college: 6'5'' in height, his sharp jawline and cheekbones were chiseled to perfection like those enlightenment era Greece sculpture, his shoulders were board and wide, and his absolutely jacked physique, with the perfect six-packs and chest, could barely be concealed by his black and white business suit. His eyes were even sharper than before, and they were looking directly into me, stirring the butterflies in my stomach even more. I wanted to move my gaze away because I fear him, but I just couldn't do it precisely because I fear him.
