Dress Up with Fiona

Fiona leads you straight to your room, she walks in like she owned the place. Seeing your blue bathrobe nearby she picks it up and throws it on. Seeing your big sister, your lustful lifelong crush, wearing your clothes...mmmmm...it did something for you. As she ties the belt she is already looking around.

You take a step toward your dresser before she stops you with a raised finger. "You just stand there." She orders. "I've seen what you wear. If you're going to be my man you're not wearing that shit." The way she said 'my man'...it wasn't like a girl talking about her boyfriend, more like a person talking about their car or house or something.

"Your man?" You ask.

She opens your closet and starts rummaging around. "Yeah. My man. Elsie's man. Mom's...well...maybe Mom's girl." Looking over her shoulder she has that twinkle in her eye again. "I wouldn't mind seeing that actually." She is quiet a moment. "I really wouldn't mind seeing that." She returns her attention to the closet. "You're our man now little brother. Man of the house by default. Fuck...you own shit brother. Do you shop at thrift stores or something? Jesus." She's tossing clothes and stuff back into the room as she searches.

"Fiona."

"Hmm?"

"I...um..."

"Come on, out with it." She says impatiently. "Holy shit, some of these are kids clothes. Do you ever throw stuff out?"

You look over her long lithe form, her flowing blonde hair, the way she was wearing your robe like you never could...you remember her graceful silhouette in the doorway the night before...

"God you're beautiful." You blurt out clumsily. Shaking your head you continue nervously. "I...I'm not sure I can be...I'm just..." You struggle. As much as you hated to admit it about yourself...you were a beta. You knew it. You just didn't have that forceful confidence that your sister had. You were worried you wouldn't be enough for her. "I'm not sure I can be the man you want me to be Fiona."

That makes her pause. Once more glancing over her shoulder she just shakes her head with a small laugh. "You already are dummy, you just need a little...training."

"B-but...I'm not strong, like you. I'm not really...ya know...I'm not really that manly or anything. You'd want...I dunno...someone like you, wouldn't you?"

The loving smile she gives warms you right down to your toes. "Jesse...what the hell would make you think I wanted someone like me? Could you imagine? Fuck, we'd be fighting all the time."

"Oh...I never thought about that." You reply.

"If you ever want to act all butch and manly..." She shrugs. "...that's what Elsie's for. You've got your bases covered you lucky bastard." She goes back to what she was doing.

Fuck...you were lucky. But...you were also starting to get a little worried. Your annoying rational brain starting to pick holes in things. Fiona was moving so fast with all this family stuff. You were down for it, you think...maybe...were you? Was she actually serious about all this? Actually being together? Doubts were creeping into your mind. How the hell would this even work? You were also thinking you'd take it slowly, bit by bit. Maybe some romancing and getting to know each other. You lived with her all your life of course but Fiona had been so prickly and distant most of the time that she was still something of a mystery to you. Now here your sister was already calling you her man...just taking charge of everything. Could you live up to what she expected of you?

Pulling down the one suit you owned, the suit you wore to your graduation, she gripes. "This'll have to to do." Taking the jacket from the hanger she tosses it back into the closet without a second look then lays the rest out on your bed. She then heads to your dresser and opens your top drawer, she starts digging through your underwear, not really liking what she was finding. She stops and looks at you. "Do you want panties instead? They'd be cute. Sexy."

"Cute?"

"Panties it is." She nods. "Hold on, I know Mom bought you some. Actually, you go get ready while I'm doing this. And don't put on that pisswater you call body spray." She goes to leave when she catches sight of the nice black and silver Hamilton watch your aunt had gotten you for Christmas a year back. She scoops it up. "Now this...is nice. Classy." She hands it to you. "Wear this."

You nod. "Yeah sure Sis." You strap it on your wrist, the only thing you were wearing as you were still nude. As she heads back into your mother's room you head for the washroom. El was there finishing getting ready, the door wide open. After last night privacy seemed to be less of an issue. She was dressed and ready to go, just doing a few last touches. You see her eyes take you in as you approach, a bashful little smile on her face.

As you walk in you take her round the waist, El puts her arms around yours. You both sigh. One sweet kiss later you are at the mirror yourself getting ready. El watches you happily.

"Fiona's acting funny." She observes.

You nod. "Yeah, something changed last night."

She strokes your back lovingly. "It sure did. For the better." You both smile as you look at each other in the mirror.

You hear your big sister head back across the hall and back into your room. "She's...she's dressing me." You inform Elsie.

Elsie smiles. "Like a big Ken doll." She laughs whimsically. "I hope she doesn't do to you what she did to my Ken dolls when we were little." She leans in and kisses your cheek. "Want some toast or something?" You nod as she heads out and down the stairs. You throw on some antiperspirant, brush your teeth, comb your hair...you try to make yourself presentable for wearing a suit...a suit with panties?

You walk back to your room. Fiona had started a pile of old clothes beside your closet. "You should go through this stuff, I'd say toss the lot of it." She waves toward your bed. "I picked out a pair I liked, I left them there." You look to see the lacy black women's underwear laid out for you on your bed.

You hesitate as you look at them. You were well aware you were about to cross a line here. Fiona stops what she was doing to turn her full attention on you. "You'll like them, I'm sure you will." You look at her, unsure.

She approaches and takes them from the bed. Bending over she proceeds to quite literally dress you. You step into each leg and she pulls them up onto you. You feel the soft sheer fabric hug your junk just...wonderfully. Fiona adjusts your cock and balls, followed by a quick surge of blood. She laughs. "Down boy." Stepping back she takes a look. She bites her bottom lip hard, she was liking what she was seeing. "Mmmmm, mmmm. Damn Jesse!" She pauses. "We do have to get rid of all that nasty hair though." She walks around behind you and gives your butt just a quick soft little spank, as if she was testing the panties out before before the real thing. "Mmmm, mmmm. Tight as a fucking drum."

Taking the socks you reach to take them from her but she ignores you. She bends down to put them on you as well. She really was dressing you like a big doll. You go along with it. You start to wonder what exactly she had done to Elsie's Ken figurines all those years ago. This was truly peculiar, emasculating in a way, but it felt kinda nice too. She was being gentle with you, her hands firm but kind. There was zero doubt or hesitation in anything that she did. She slides on your black trousers and buttons and zips you up. She slides a white collared shirt onto your body, standing extremely close as she does so. The pair of you cheek to cheek as she buttons you up right to the top. You give her a quick little peck to her neck, she smiles but doesn't respond as she gives you a sideways glance. She tucks you in and loops a belt into your trousers.

Next she puts on the black and grey necktie you owned. With this she really takes her time, she was having a moment. She flips your collar up, with painstaking movements sides the cloth around your neck. Slowly and deliberately tying it she then oh so gradually tightens it around you. She lets out a long breath through her bared teeth as she savors this moment to the last possible second. That unbridled fire in her eyes...you started to wonder if she was about to take you here and now! She tightens it nice and snug...holding it right at that point for a while before letting go the knot with obvious ****. Then she holds the tie in her hand like a leash for a good half minute, just looking at you as if lost in a dream. Slowly she places it down over your torso and carefully straightens it out with the flat of her hand. She lets out another breath as a wide wicked toothy grin spreads across her beautiful face.

She blinks a few times and returns to the moment. She picks up the suit vest, a steel grey in the front and black in the back. and puts it on you and buttons it up. Then she takes the sleeves of your shirt and rolls them up to about your elbows. Reaching up she takes extra care to make sure your collar is just right. She tease your hair a bit, runs her thumbs along your eyebrows, her eyes darting around your face to make sure everything was good.

Stepping back she shakes her head, obviously impressed with her handiwork. "You thought you were lucky to get Allison, didn't you?" She asks out of the blue.

"Uh...well...yeah, kinda. I mean...she was pretty hot." You answer honestly.

She smiles and points at the mirror on your wall. "She ain't got nothing on you baby. God DAMN you are looking fine little brother!"

You look over to where she was pointing. Seeing yourself in the mirror...wow...she was right. You were looking fly as fuck. Svelte lean body, the vest hugging your trim midsection, crisp suit sans the jacket, longish natural flowing brown hair, expensive classy looking watch, boyish good looks. She was right, you'd been selling yourself short. This was about to be the best dressed breakfast of your life.

"Fuckin hell." She is staring at your butt. "Knowing what's under there...god...makes it all the more delicious. Don't you think?"

The panties were feeling kinda nice. She was right...you actually liked them. You nod with an excited smile. You rub your chin, you'd forgotten to shave. It was coming in light, but it was still noticeable.

She pulls you into her. "Don't worry about that, we'll take care of it later." She grabs you by the back of the neck and kisses you hard. "Mmmm, we're going to have a nice day Jesse." She kisses you once more, grabbing a handful of butt in each hand. Licking her lips then smacking her lips she says. "I'll just go get ready. Meet me down stairs." She commands you.

You follow your orders.