My brother made me a sissy

I had just turned 21 a few weeks ago when it all began, my brother, not long turned 20. We both had jobs and had moved out of home and into a fairly nice 2 bedroom apartment thanks to a little bit of help from our parents, but it was mostly us.

We had been living together for a couple of months and had settled into a routine finally finding our feet with living together, just the two of us. We had always gotten along, Adam and I, we very rarely fought with each other or even argued really but there was one thing that came between us.

For me it was our physical differences, you see I was always the short, skinny kid in the family, I had very little muscle and had a hard time putting on muscle no matter what I tried. I also had very little body fat and struggled to put on weight, basically no matter what I did I was a short, unimpressive little twig - even at 21 there were some of the local kids who towered over me and put my body to shame.

Meanwhile Adam was the opposite, he had it all! He was tall, handsome, just the right amount of muscular and masculine, he had the ultimate body of a sexy jock and he knew it and he knew how to work it to his advantage to charm anyone to do basically anything for him, he had the looks and the charisma to match… which is where the one thing that bugged him about me came from - my age.

Adam had always hated being the little brother. He felt because he was bigger and stronger, he should have the power that came with being an oldest child, our parents would always leave me in charge when it was just the two of us and Adam always hated it. Which I guess is where our story really begins…