Pretty Boy

(Apologies if this is another "whiplash" chapter. This thread will be a mess in the end. It won't be the most cohesive or very well structured but I hope we might get some good stuff along the way.)

You lie there looking at your sister, who still sat on your chest, unsure of what to say.

"Answer me my boy. Don't you think you are pretty?"

You are finally **** to shake your head. "No. I'm not really. Allison said..."

"Allison is nothing to us now. Don't even mention her."

"Mom and El think I'm a handsome man. Peg too."

"Do you think you're a handsome man?"

"Umm..."

"I don't, not really."

"Oh."

"I think you are the prettiest sexiest damn thing I ever saw, but not a handsome man. Don't you agree?"

"I'm...I'm not that pretty." You say bashfully.

Fiona almost looks disappointed as she shakes her head sadly. "Foolish boy." She strokes your cheek softly. "You are such a beautiful creature and you don't even know it."

"Boys aren't supposed to be..."

"Shush with that talk." She says. "You ARE pretty."

She thought you were beautiful. That you were pretty. God that felt good. That felt so fucking good and you couldn't explain why. You could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper under Fiona's domineering influence yet you just didn't care. You welcomed it!

"I'm...not like you guys. Like you and El and Mom." You whisper. "I'm not...beautiful. I'm not pretty like that."

"Jesse."

"Yeah?"

"You are an idiot."

"Oh." You flinch.

She take one of your hands in hers and brings it to her lap. She inspects it, feels it in her soft hands, then she kisses it. She runs her palm over yours. "Mmmm, smooth." She smiles. "No callouses. I can tell you moisturize." She run the pad of her thumb over the tips of your fingers. "Nails short and filed neatly. You've got a slender hand for a man, don't you brother?"

You nod.

"I can tell you take care of yourself." She kisses your palm, your fingertips brush over her cheek. "Precious." She whispers.

You bite your bottom lip and just gaze up at her as she continues.

Her hands flow down your forearm. "Mmmm, so soft. So supple. Your hair is fine here." Her touch tickles you delightfully. She squeezes your arm lightly then moves up to your bicep, both of her her small hands gently wrapped around your arm. "You never bothered to build much muscle, have you?"

You shake your head.

"That would wouldn't be as pretty, would it? You wanted to stay lean and weak and soft."

You nod.

"And why wouldn't you? Such a fuckable soft little body. You don't want to ruin that with big muscles. Mmmm. My pretty, pretty boy." She says proudly. Her hands moves over your shoulder and tickles the soft flesh of your neck. "Jesse, would you like to grow your hair longer?"

"What...what do you want Fiona?"

Her eyes meet yours, that had made her very happy. "Mmmm, I like your fine boned cheeks. Your effeminate jawline. Your slender neck. We'll keep it short but change the style. A cute pixie cut would be nice."

You nod. "That's what I want too." As soon as she said it her desire had become your own. "That's what I want."

"Of course it is." She kisses you and nibbles your top lip. "Such lovely pink lips brother. Lovely pink lips for my lovely little cock sucker."

"Ohhhh." You sigh.

"Such pretty eyes too. Big, brown, and beautiful. He he he. And what a cute blush you've got going."

"Fiona..." Your heart felt ready to burst, not from the pressure of her sitting on your chest but from the love that was welling up inside of it.

"Now that you're with me Jesse I want you to be pretty. I want everyone to see you as I do. I want you to be who you know you truly are." She continues to pet you and admire you and fawn over your good looks. "It's okay to admit how beautiful you are. Be proud of it."

"But...I...I'm..."

Fiona then smiles with a glowing affection. "Oh, Jesse. Why are you crying baby?"

"I...I don't know." You sniffle, you hadn't even realized your tears were flowing until just this moment. Torrents stream down the sides of your face as you look up in worship. You reach to wipe the tears away but she stops you. "I love you Fiona. I'm...I love you."

"It's okay. You can cry Jesse. Big sister's here now." She shifts on top of you, moving from a sitting position to lying face down on top of you. She leans in and kisses your tear wet temple then the corner of your eye. "That's my boy. Let it out."

"I'm sorry."

"Shh, my pretty brother doesn't need to apologize for his feelings. You're a treasure my boy. My treasure. I love you too brother."

"Fiona...this is too much." You felt like you were losing yourself. Touching things too deep and too tender inside of you. "I-I can't..."

"Don't be ashamed of your feelings my love. I want to see them. You are a fragile boy and that's okay. You're mine, I'll keep you safe now." She then shifts her focus downward. Running her hands over your chest in a cupping circular motion, as one might a breast, she gropes and massages your pec. "Don't be ashamed of your sissy body either Jesse. Mom tried to build you up, tried to protect you from the truth. To make a man out of you, a man like Daddy. That's not who you are though, is it? Any fool can see that. You're not a man like Daddy, are you sweetie?"

You shake your head. "No."

"Oh honey, that's it. Good boy." She slithers down and kisses your left nipple then flicks the tip with her tongue. "You're a pretty boy aren't you baby? Tell me you're a pretty boy."

"I'm...a pretty boy." You say between soft sobs.

"Shhhh. Everything is okay now."

"I am a...pretty boy!" You say again more forcefully.

"That's it! Good." Fiona sucks your nipple then bites it.

"Ah!"

"Mmmm, I like your titties you sweet thing. So sensitive and responsive. Mmmm. A man doesn't have titties like this, but my boy does." She sucks and nibbles it again. Fiona's tiny hard on pressing into your thigh told you she was speaking the truth. She kisses your body again and again down your torso to your stomach. "I love your belly. Mmmm. So sexy. Soft and luscious. Mmmm." She kisses it lovingly. "I'm gonna put a baby in there some day my pretty boy." Her right hand reaches around and grips your ass. "God what an ass!"

You gasp. Your diamond hard cock felt ready to burst, it simply could not get any harder. Your shorts and knob and skin are smeared wet with copious amounts of precum which had been steadily oozing from your tip since all this pretty talk began.

She slides off of you and immediately you miss her weight on top of you. Kneeling beside you she hooks her fingers into the waist of your shorts. "Come on. Let's see the whole package." You lie still as she strips you down to the buff. "Ohhh, yesss. Damn you fine my boy! Such nice shapely legs and...oh." She cocks an eyebrow as she sees the glistening ooze that had streamed from your hard dick. "You made a bit of a mess there, didn't you?"

"I haven't cum yet." You say defensively. "It's just precum."

"I know baby, it's okay." She says with amusement. "I'll let you cum soon, don't worry."

"Thank you Fiona."

"You're welcome."

You gaze up studying her face closely as she looked at your manhood. She liked it. She admired it. She craved it. Or at least that's what you believed. The simple act of her desirous eyes looking you over was ten times more erotic and romantic than anything you had experienced with Allison.

"Do...do you think my cock is pretty too Fiona?" You ask nervously, half expecting her old teasing biting words to return now that the virus had passed. "Do I have pretty cock?"

She scoffs. "Cock? You call that a cock? You think YOU have a cock?"

Your heart sinks. Oh no! It was happening again. She was about to tease you. You regret asking and prepare yourself for the worst. It would be hot, but it was gonna hurt.

She then smiles warmly. "I'd say it's a pretty penis. A pretty penis on my pretty little brother. Cock is a such hard word, rough and dominant. It's not a pretty word, is it Jesse?"

With happiness and relief flowing through your body you shake your head. "No, it's not pretty at all. Not like...me."

"Mmm hmm. Not like you at all. That's it, you're understanding now. Willie, weenie, peen, ding-a-ling, Fiona's toy. These are cuter, softer words." She licks her bottom lip. "Your body is for taking cock. Sucking cock. Pleasuring cock. Pleasuring a real woman's cock, your sister's cock. But YOU, you do not have a cock."

You nod eagerly. "I've got a peen."

"And a lovely one at that." She kisses it mid-shaft. "It's petite and elegant. A penis for a woman with refined tastes. Not big and crude."

"You've got a cock. Don't you Fiona? A real cock."

Fiona nods. "That's right my boy. Or I will. You're getting it now."

Her words made you feel proud. "I'm gonna make your cock feel so good Fiona. I promise you." You swear to her. "I'll be the best boy for you."

"I know you will brother."

The room gets quiet as you lie there and allow your sister to pet and caress and admire your beautiful body. And now you knew beyond all doubt what a beautiful body it truly was. Why had you denied it all these years? It was so liberating coming to grips with this. You felt so damn good that you could be this pretty for her.

She shifts to kneel to one side, then by your head, then sitting on top of you, then kneeling between your legs. She traces your lips with her fingers. She strokes your skin up and down your arms and sides. She kisses your thighs and belly button and the sensitive flesh along your belt line. All the while she builds you up with a sultry tone. Telling you how pretty and precious you were. Occasionally she would press a thumb hard into one of the bruises she had left on you when she walked over you. As the pain shot through your body you would let out yelps and whimpering moans, she would then reward you with a soothing kiss.

She is tearing down psychological barriers. She wanted you pure and unvarnished. If you wanted to cry, she wanted you to weep openly. If you wanted to express your pain or pleasure, she wanted you to let it out immediately and directly. She knew you were a sissy and she was teaching you to embrace your true self. It went beyond even that however. She was teaching you that you could be weak around her. That she WANTED you to be weak. You could be cowardly, coy, demure, submissive and all the terrible unmanly things you knew you really were and she would accept it all. She would celebrate it! Because she loved you and she understood you like nobody else did. She was teaching you that she'd be there for you. She would look after you, treasure you, make decisions for you, and protect you. All you had to do is give up control.

This was so right. So very perfectly wonderfully right. You were happy to have been there for her during her time of weakness but that had been a subversion of the natural order of things. Now it was Fiona on top and you on bottom, as God intended. As Fiona now stood over you, the sole of her foot crushing your balls down into the floor as you let out high soft whines of torment, something snaps inside of you.

You would be a pretty boy for her. The pretty boy you were born to be!