The following story contains heavy incest, religious desecration, and non-consensual content some may find heavily offensive. Reader discretion is advised.
My family lived in a small wealthy town down South. My father was a discombobulatingly old caucasian lawyer and my mother was an incessantly inebriated Asian housewife; none of them offered too much care or affection throughout my childhood.
My older brother, Henry, on the other hand, provided me with everything that an older sibling could provide and more. He was extraordinarily handsome, mature even for his age with his manly facial features and physique of an athlete. His voice was deep and husky, and every time he spoke near me, especially when making a command, it sent shivers down my spine; which, admittedly, happened not quite often enough as he was also a relatively taciturn person, hardly emote at all and always sulking in masculine silence. He was as socially conservative as one could be, and he always preached to me the importance of independence, self-reliance, self-control, virtues and whatnot. He often tried to teach me to act more like a man, to stand up for myself in school, and to groom myself into a more proper look.
Honestly, even when he preached, he looked handsome and glamorous.
Compared to Henry, the golden boy of the neighborhood, I was a lot more inconspicuous. I grew to look like my mother at her blooming young age, with the soft facial features, the slender contour, the subtle curves and all. I was often bullied at school due to my looks, and my brother always said I should be more of an upright man to drive the bullies away myself. But I didn't want to be the upright man; the only reason I didn't like the bullying was that the bullies at school just weren't good enough for me to submit myself to.
But Henry, my older brother, could make me sweat by just standing next to me; his dominating aura made my skin crawl. He had just graduated college and had already gotten a job at some big company out of state, which meant this week would be the last time I could see him for a long while. God fucking knows what kind of temptation would be out there in the big city, and though my brother was an uptight and self-restrained man, it wouldn't be at all surprising if he would meet a great girl in the city, and being the traditional man that he was, he might even start a family.
The mere thought of him with a girlfriend absolutely sickened me to the stomach. I had to keep my brother to myself before he went out to the city, at all costs. I went to some of the girls in my class and they offered me some tricks.
For the first day, I walked around in the house dressed in nothing but skin-tight shorts and undersized undertint T-shirt, exposing my slender, hairless smooth thighs and my petite feet; I knew perfectly well where my advantages lay, I might not be the proud upright son, but I sure as hell wasn't bad looking. I dithered around and pestered him the whole day, constantly showcasing my body in the most inconspicuous way possible; for example, I would come up to him and ask if he wants some drink from the fridge, and if he said yes, I would bend down and fetch the drink from the lower deck, that way, my curvy bubble ass would be high up in the air for his eyes to feast on.
To him, I was probably still just the innocent, puerile younger brother who got bullied in school and needed a parental figure, so I had to do this subtly; crossing the boundary too quickly, that upright man in him might react aversively. The last thing I wanted was to lose my brother.
The next day, I upped the ante by wearing nothing down there other than crimson red panties. I cleaned the house dressed like a slut, and again, I used whatever excuse I could come up with to constantly remind him of my existence.
"What are you... Gwyn... can I have a few words with you." He finally cracked and asked me to sit down beside him. Gwyn was my pet name that my parents had long forgotten but my brother still continued to use. "Gwyn... are you about to graduate?"
"Henry, I am graduating high school this summer." I languidly lay on the sofa to get as close to him physically as I could. The slightly musky smell of his made my heart tremble. "You are my older brother, aren't you supposed to know that?"
"Yes, and as your older brother... ok, you are an adult now, Gwyn. A fresh one, a young one, but an adult."
"Well, yeah, I guess. Why does that matter?" I leaned into him so I could get more of his body scent, but also, I could display the puppy eyes I learned from the girls at school. When our eyes met, I got so enchanted by his dark and mature gaze, I almost forgot my endeavor altogether. I could see my effort paying off, though, as I could notice some embarrassed discomfort in him that I had never seen him display before.
"As your older brother, I have the responsibility to teach you to be the greater man, greater than even your older brother I. What you are wearing right now is... unseemly, to say the least. Go put on some clothes and behave more respectably."
"What's wrong with relaxing a bit at home?"
"If you act sloppy at home, you will act sloppy at a job interview. It is a matter of discipline."
"I am just keeping you company before you leave me here alone and go enjoy life yourself in the city."
"Okay Gwyn, I'm not going to the city to 'enjoy life,' I am there to work a job. I'm sorry for leaving you here, and if I could choose, I would have the job remote so I can stay home, but I couldn't. I will come home often, I promise."
"Your promise doesn't worth shit!" I blurted. It genuinely upset me to think he would just leave me in this shitty little town and go onto his great prospect; I got emotional.
"It is how it is. It is not my intention to leave you when you probably need the most guidance." He said, backing away from me. "And don't dress like that again in the house."
I pouted, unsatisfied with the outcome. I didn't need his guidance, I needed him, emotionally and physically. I couldn't help myself from ogling him all the time, yet he was always so composed and well-behaved around me, it was unfair and frustrating.
I spent the next few days doing the same thing with progressively revealing outfits and overt seduction, yet nothing came through. Henry kept his cool, he didn't even get mad at me for disobeying his order around the house; I think he clearly noticed what I was doing, and was doing his best to not draw any attention to it. I would love to continue this back-and-forth tryst for another month, but he would be leaving town soon; the clock was ticking, the deadline was approaching, and desperation grew. I would not let him go this easily, if he wouldn't accept my offer, then I would force him to choke on it. Time for something drastic.
That night, the house was just me alone; our parents went out to some neighbor's gatherings while Henry went to pick up a package from the company and would be back in a few moments. I scrubbed myself clean inside out, stripped naked with not a thread on me. I found myself a buttplug that I bought a few weeks ago with a pink heart-shaped gem at the end, which I found incredibly pretty. I had been practicing for this, so failure was not an option. I inserted the buttplug into my ass and walked into Henry's room.
His bed was here, the bed he had lain in just this morning. I buried my face in his pillow to inundate myself with his scent; it was slightly musky, briny in texture, and it dazed me with hornyness. My five-inch penis was rock solid, and my nipples had all perked up on their own. I intentionally lowered my back and raised my hips high and pointed them towards the ajar door so the first thing he would see when he came back home would be his younger brother's white bubble ass with a pretty buttplug in. I started to play with my nipples with one hand -- I could always get them hard and perky but I never seemed to be able to get good at teasing them -- while jerking my penis with the other. Occasionally I would pull the buttplug out and insert it back in to simulate back and forth penetration. I had done this masturbation routine many times, but not once in my dear older brother's room while sniffing his pillow; I was so horny, I could barely think of anything but deriving more pleasure out of my onanism. I started to moan unconsciously:
"Henry... just take me, Henry... take your younger brother... ugh..."
Just before I had completely lost myself and decided to just finish everything off, I was lifted off the bed by two strong arms in one fell swoop; Henry, my older brother, was looking at me right in the eyes. He had entered the room without even me noticing, and he couldn't be looking better; slick dress, well-groomed hair, his manly features were so close, I could practically feel the heat radiating off them.
"Gwyn, this is... unacceptable." He said, holding me in the air effortlessly; I was quite the lightweight, but it still took quite the strong man to keep me, a full adult, off the floor like that. "This is... pure madness."
"Henry, oh god..." I feigned surprise as though I wasn't expecting to be caught; I was one hundred percent expecting to be caught. "I'm sorry, brother, but I just couldn't help..."
"I know you couldn't." His voice was even deeper than normal; I had never seen him this shaken before. With his arms alone, he carried me back to my room. "I will find you help. I heard conversion camps are fairly effective at..."
"No!" As soon as he tried to drop me onto my bed, I wrapped all my limbs around him so as to not let him go like a sloth clinging to a tree branch; I was 5'7'' at my tallest while he stood at about 6'5'', clinging on him wasn't that absurd for me to achieve. "I know what is more effective, Henry, your younger brother needs you the most right now... You can cure me of this ailment."
"We need the professionals, you are clearly not in the right headspace right now, let's just get you dressed and we can talk about this when mum and dad get home..."
