there you are

I always wanted a little brother

[dylansbedroom]

come hang out in my room

hey, I'm Dylan. he/him. 20s.

this is my fauxcest brocon blog. some roleplay, some forcemasc, some rambling horny posting.

I write text post roleplays about forcemascing my younger sibling to get the younger brother I always wanted. as well as general icky brother fantasies. anybody is welcome to interact, but know that my posts are for transmascs and trans guys who like forcemasc and fauxcest.

no terfs or minors.

dms open.

[dylansbedroom]

uugggh your blog makes me so wet and horny, i wanna be your little brother so bad. your ftm groomer post made me wanna be that young trans guy for you so much.

please please pleeeeaaaaaseeee let me be your little brother >_<

if you want it that bad, you'll just have to message me privately.

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sure, the physical boundaries are fun to cross. putting my hand on between your shoulder blades when I join the conversation you're in. ruffling your hair because you got too excited.

but the real fun is in the mind games. it's in knowing that we shouldn't, really shouldn't. there's an unspoken rule that I'm just old enough to know better and you're just young enough to trust me too much.

when, say, we cross paths and you're out with your friends, I'm out with mine. when the difference in our lives is at its starkest. you're learning about yourself. going out, getting fucked up, making mistakes. I'm the one you go to for advice. guidance. I shake my head when you tell me you did something stupid again, but I don't scold you. "I'm no expert," I always say. "just be safe."

so why is it that you keep doing stupid things, then? does it excite you to show off that youthful brashness? I'm not exactly old, but I'm older, and the both of us know that does something to your dick. I'm not mad, never even really disappointed. just... curious to see how things play out for you.

maybe it's the impartial observation that you jack off to at night, when your roommates are asleep and you're avoiding doing the dishes. sprawled out in your bed, toes curled. thinking about how much you want to see a stronger reaction from me. it's cute, really. you're a provocateur. it's just a symptom of your age.

and the next day, when you go to the places you know you'll find me, kicking rocks outside my job and hoping you'll catch me running out for lunch, when there's no plausible deniability for your infatuation, I'll let you know that I know. maybe say something off-color. unusually crass. and then leave without giving you time to respond.

maybe you go home and tell your friends, your roommates. insist to them that it's different than the usual older/younger dynamic. see, you and I have something very specific in common. they may or may not understand. and when I start to do the things they warned you about, there'll be that hot thrill of knowing you're really in trouble. that the biggest mistake you made was me.

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there's something so endearing about cocky young trans boys/transmascs who become subby and pathetic in the company of an older trans guy.

they fawn over me because they see me as more wise, simply because I'm older and have been doing this for longer. love that feeling of meeting one, sensing that he's clocked me. over the course of our introduction, knowing that his sudden nervousness is coming from an internal conflict over wanting to be acknowledged as a man while also childishly needing validation.

that text or DM after the fact, wherein he says something uncharacteristically sincere like "it was nice to meet you" or "we should hang out sometime". it's obvious that he's trying to play it cool, warning himself he can't confuse horniness for admiration again. it's bitten him in the ass too many times.

and over time, that is how things go. I take care of him, I share my spare vials, I help him with rent. and fuck if it doesn't feel like grooming sometimes, training him to rely on me. but there's something so much more exciting about it to admit that it comes from that disgusting place in me, the part that doesn't want to do the best thing for him.

to other people, I look young for my age, but to him, he can see the marks of time on my body. but for as well as he can read me, I will always read him better. precisely because of my experience.

and the worst part is that the experience doesn't even make me wiser. really, it just makes me the one who is less prone to being manipulated. he'll understand someday, when he looks back and sees that I premeditated every crossed boundary.

[dylansbedroom]

would you take a little brother who’s worried his chest isnt manly- who’s worried his little boy tits will bounce and nipples get hard

what's that? oh yeah, you don't need to worry about those. I had them once too, and we'll get surgery for you soon. that's why I've been picking up extra shifts. but man. I'm fucking tired, haven't had any time to go out and see friends, let alone date.

hey, here's an idea. I just need to blow off steam. and, well, we've got to work with what we have. just lift up your shirt. nah, don't complain, or I'll stop giving you my extra bottles of T. c'mon, don't be shy, we're brothers. it's not like I haven't seen all of you before.

yeah, that's it. just hold your shirt up, put the hem in your mouth if you want. you can bite down on it. something to distract you. shit, I bet your back has been hurting from these, and from wearing binders. so annoying, I remember that. roll your shoulders back. deep breath. feel that air in your lungs? good boy.

I'm going to touch you now. not anywhere that you're too shy about. just... right here. on your nipple. god, they get so hard fast. what a faggot. just tweaking and teasing them. going to rub my dick through my shorts, don't be weird about it, okay? hnng yeah just stand there while I play with your chest. wanna see how hard your nipples get from me teasing them. maybe I'll use my mouth a little.

y'know, there's some drool on your shirt, where you've been biting the hem to hold it up. I bet your tongue is jealous. wish you could lick something right now. aw, I feel so bad for you. psych. now stop trembling, I'm not even close to being done. I haven't had any time to myself, since I've been focused on helping you out. now it's your turn to return the favor. just get through a few more edges of my dick with me and then once I cum you can put your binder back on. it'll be like it never happened.

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trans little brother who trusts his big bro with everything, so he only questions it a little when they start having regular "check-ups" once he goes on t. He obediently lists off any changes he notices and then strips down to let his big brother check for himself

fuuuck yes I love inspection stuff especially if it just gets totally out of hand. like you trust your big brother, so even if the stuff he's doing makes you feel icky, you're going to endure it. because complaining would be admitting that you can't handle it, and you want to impress me, yeah?

fuck hnng imagine how lewd the check-ups could get. getting my little bro to show me his cock and then just sucking it until he's panting, not caring if he cums too much or not at all. training his ass with plugs to measure how long he can go before his head gets fuzzy. checking for stubble by making out for hours, just rolling around in my bed until the sheets are wrinkly. all of it is just designed to push and groom little bro into the perfect pliable fucktoy boy.

[dylansbedroom]

wish i could be ur sweet virgin t-bro so u could pressure me into being your lil stress relief,, showing me special workouts that all brothers do together to get stronger

would love to push my little brother's limits on his virginity. first it's just hand stuff, showing you how to stroke your new tdick. face me when you do it, so I can make sure you have good form. then we'd graduate to sucking each other off, once you're big enough. maybe that's when I'd start testing your hole, whichever one twitches more when I'm sucking you off, seeing how many fingers it can take. you'd still technically be a virgin, right? because your dick still hasn't gone in any holes, and it's just your big bro's fingers. can you take me to the knuckles? sure, you could have my whole fist if you want.

just remember: it doesn't count. my little virgin brother plaything. and this of course would involve me constantly humiliating you in front of your friends for still being a virgin. even while your legs are crossed because you're trying to ignore that dull ache in your hole that always seems to want more, more, more.

[dylansbedroom]

thinking about knocking on ur door in the middle of the night bc i had a bad dream and got lonely in my room and i just rlly needed a hug from my big brother.. walking up to ur bed and realizing you were still awake and it looks like you pulled the blankets up really fast, but i ask if i can sleep with you tonight and you see me in nothing but a sleep shirt and boxers i stole from you soon after i came to you saying 'i think i wanna be a boy' ... so obviously you pull back the covers and i get in without seeing how hard you are and immediately cuddle up next to you

thinking about waking up to you moaning in my ear and realizing you have your hand in my boxers,,,

if you walk into my room at night there's a very high chance I'm busy with something. after being interrupted by you, it'd be pretty hard to just ignore those urges. they're still there, and, well, you're here now too... and god, listening to you talk about how you want to be a boy, pouring your fucking heart out to your big brother... damn, it makes me feel so icky to know I'm just idly playing with my tdick while you're being so vulnerable. so don't be mad when you back up and accidentallly feel how hard I am. listen, I can't sleep like this... when you're on T, you'll understand. all these fucking hormones. makes your head swim. and then after you've fallen asleep, your little mound pressed against your boxers, dewy and wet and warm, I mean shit. I'm a guy. am I just not supposed to be interested? just a little touch... just want to feel what your starting point is. sure, your cock is small right now, but it's going to get bigger and bigger and... fuck. maybe I should just check to see how deep a cock can go into you, just want to see. just curious. big bros play with toys too.

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closeted trans little brother who stays holed up in his bedroom, craves validation from icky strangers on the internet, and constantly checks the fauxcest forcemasc tags. his out trans older brother who secretly goes online to groom boys who may or may not remind him of his lil bro. quietly jerking off to each other's posts and DMs, separated by their shared bedroom wall, little muffled whimpers and grunts.

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I started going through your posts and it made me so horny that I spent an hour trying to calm my tdick down with the vibrator on a high setting and it took until I was almost passing out to feel any satisfaction.

If I had a little brother like you, I would only fuck him in the ass so he could never be fully satisfied

[dylansbedroom]

big brother who wants to practice pissing standing up to feel more comfortable using public restrooms. little brother who gets pressured into helping out by kneeling and keeping his mouth open

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fuck, I love clothed teasing. if there's fabric, it doesn't count. we're just brothers giving each other a hard time. playfully smacking each other over our shorts. pinching your nipples through your threadbare shirt, just to see your reaction. jokingly humping you while we're getting dressed in the morning, half to humiliate you and half because my morning wood won't go away. calling you a faggot because I know it gets to you. hnng, fuck, it'd escalate so much because we never get that skin to skin contact.

and at a certain point it'd just become desperate. I'd force your legs open and lick at your cunt through your underwear until it's completely soaked. fuck, fuck, I'd need to rub my dick against your mouth too. even through the fabric, you'd be able to taste your brother's flavor. lick it up, lil bro. gonna trap your head between my thighs. we're just two brothers sucking each other's tdicks through briefs, grinding our cunts on each other's tongues, building up enough friction so we can finally cum. but it's okay, because it doesn't really count if we do it like this, with clothes between us

[dylansbedroom]

part of being a man is learning how to not take the bait. and who better to teach you this than me, your older brother? that's why I bully you. that's why I humiliate you. that's why I like to bring up the time you pissed yourself on a road trip because you couldn't wait for the next rest stop.

did I hit a nerve? good. I'll never let you forget it. just when you think you've gotten over that sense-memory of your damp pants sticking to your thighs and crotch, I'll be there to remind you.

when you bring your first girlfriend over for family dinner, I'll mention it in passing and kick you under the table. when I share my beer with you because your fake ID didn't convince anybody, I'll tell you to slow down, hotshot, unless you want another 'accident.' any time we drive for more than a few hours, each public restroom we pass, any fucking opportunity I get, I'm going to bully you about it.

hell, if you ever get married, I'll incorporate it into my best man speech. in vivid detail. I'll describe the face you made when you knew you wouldn't be able to stop your piss. how you crossed your legs and it did nothing. the drop of sweat that perched on your brow while the dark spot formed on your crotch. that pathetic whimper that slipped out of you when the dampness spread further down, trickling along your leg. the look you gave me when you knew I'd seen it all. the sigh of relief that you couldn't hold back, because despite everything, it felt so good to just let go. all of that, and a cheers to my little brother. beautiful wedding. through sickness and health and all that shit.

as a man, you have to grin and bear it. don't take the bait. unless, of course, you want to prove me wrong. you're bigger now, more mature, and practiced in the art of patience. finish your champagne, your beer, your morning coffee, your stainless steel water bottle. look me in the eyes when you empty the container. I want you to see the way I look you up and down, evaluating the tension in your thighs. proof that you're squeezing and holding it in. demonstrate to me just how much you've changed. prove to me that you're a man.

and later, when the pressures in your chest and bladder become too much, you can ask me to take you on a drive. away from everybody and everything. there, you're safe to accept that even though you're a man, you're still my little brother. always will be. and we can reminisce about that road trip. maybe revisit the memory. or make a new one.

[dylansbedroom]

oh shit I didn't realize anon was off! just turned it on

[dylansbedroom]

you've always looked up to me. even as kids, you played with my toys, watched the same movies as me, and wore my clothes. when I came out to you and our parents, I recognized the look in your eyes. admiration, love. brotherly or otherwise. so I wasn't surprised that when it was your turn to come out, you came into my bedroom afterward and asked me for advice.

I drove you to your first endo appointment. I sat in the corner when they drew your blood for labs, made conversation with the staff so you could relax. showed you where the needle goes and how deep to push it in. pretended not to notice how shaky your breath got when I rolled the hem your boxer briefs to your upper thigh. that cute little whimper when I lifted your chin to examine the onset of facial hair.

and all this time, I've been going through my own journey. every new patch of hair, every drop in my voice, I've showed it all to you as proof of what you can expect. you don't have to be scared, because your big brother will do it all first.

phallo is tough. time, money, recovery, multiple operations. but you've been there for me through all of it. feeding me and bringing me my meds. I can tell you like taking care of me. it makes you feel like a big boy, doesn't it? it's nice to switch roles sometimes.

just because I'm sedated doesn't mean I don't notice you. I see those little gym shorts you wear around the house. how they hug your ass and get caught in the cleft of your cunt, showing off your tdick. we've always just looked, never touched. even though you make it difficult. we've always left things unspoken. and for a while, I thought I could be happy with that. maybe I convinced myself the fantasy would be better than the real thing.

but I'm so frustrated. I've been in bed for a while. lots of check-ups, nerves reconnecting. my body has changed so much. it's hard to ignore the need now that I'm bigger. what used to be butterflies in my stomach has become a hot ache in my pelvis.

so don't be surprised when I tell you to sit beside me on the bed. don't be shocked when I pull down the blankets and tell you I'm just going to show you, since you've asked so many questions.

and don't look away. I'm going to wrap my hand around it so you can really see the size. put your hand on your own cock. over your little shorts, feel how much smaller it is compared to my new one.

cute, you let your mouth hang open a little because you were staring so intently. you ought to close it unless you plan on using it. to compliment the results, I mean.

of course it gets hard. let me show you how. watch how it changes. pretty cool, yeah? it's impressive. maybe someday you can have this. right now, you're stuck with that cunt, though, aren't you? oh, you're embarrassed about it, I can tell. you want a dick like your big brother's. hey, maybe you can get one that matches mine. same dimensions.

you tired of looking? want to feel it? in your hand? inside? deep? it's nothing weird. just want to show you what you can expect. just trying to help you decide what kind of man you want to be. hnng fuck. god, finally. finally, you've touched it. and now there's no going back. you want it. you want everything, don't you? me too.

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it's okay that you haven't had top surgery yet. I'll touch your chest how boys do. flex for me. good, see? when I press down, I can feel the muscle underneath. keep working on it, keep growing your muscles for your big brother. you want to impress me, yeah? of course you do.

no, see, I grope your chest the way fags do. rough, hard, kneading the muscle beneath, letting my fingers graze your armpits a little.

what's that face for? are you scared of your big brother? c'mon, don't you trust me? look at you. you're in boxers with no shirt on. dressed like a boy, because you are a boy. your chest doesn't change that. only I would know how to touch you without making you dysphoric. we're brothers, nobody else would get it.

so you understand, then, that it's not weird for me to touch your nipples. you knew I wanted to, right? last time I jacked you off, I could see them getting hard through your binder.

fuck. let me twist them. I want to get rough with my little brother's nipples. hnng, fuck. you're blushing. faggot. fucking faggot. gonna pinch em and tug on em. see how hard it makes me? feel my cock. stroke it while I tease your chest. fuuuck, making me leak so much precum. you feel that?

need to put my mouth on you. going to tease your chest with my tongue. fuck, I'm so goddamn hard. I want to lick the sweat off your chest after you work out. need to taste it. need to make sure my little bro knows how much of a faggot I am for him. mm, fuck fuck fuck. hnng let me suck on those nipples too. they're so hard. almost as hard as my cock.

are you gonna do something about it? gonna get your big bro off? good boy, good fuckin boy. jack me off while I lick your chest and pits. you know you love it. you love the attention. makes you feel like a dirty little faggot. be a good little brother and make me cum

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younger brother who gets in trouble for masturbating in the boy's bathroom at school because he can barely handle the increase in libido from T. big brother who picks him up from school and fucks him in the backseat in the parking lot because he learned to stop fighting the T horny and give into it instead