All Grown Up (Emiko's Story): Chapter 8

I hear Bret plop the used condom into the toilet bowl and take a long loud piss.  I consider warning him not to flush it but just let it happen.  I was still floating on cloud nine after what he’d done to me.  He quickly washes up a bit then walks back into the room with a huge grin and an extra spring in his step.  I giggle.  Here he was prancing while I would be lucky if I could walk tomorrow!  I already knew I was gonna be wonderfully sore in the morning.  It would be a lovely reminder of the night before.

Bret gives me long look, as if to preserve this moment forever in his memory.  I look right back at him, gazing at his long heavy cock hanging between his pale legs.  By God that was a cock.  Even half flaccid it dwarfed his brother’s.  I was the older woman, a strong independent woman with a good career and real pride in myself.  But seeing a cock like that and knowing what it could do to me made me want to fall to my knees in supplication to the young stud and worship it if he asked it of me.  As I admire it I cannot help but laugh thinking back to my silly notion of not cumming for him.  So much for that idea!  Seeing me ogle him he smirks and swings his dick back and forth.  Such a cocky bit of showing off he never would have done before.  The young man had definitely grown in confidence.

“You really liked it, huh?”

“Yeah.  I really liked it.”  I laugh.

“That was just great.”  He says.  “All of it.”

“Yeaaah.”  I sigh and press my legs together.  “Ohhhh.”

“As good as Rhett?”

I roll my eyes.  “Bret.”

“Better?”  He says with a sly twinkle in his eyes.  “Did you mean all those things you said?”

“Bret!”  I chide.  “He’s watching!”

“Oh right!”  He gives the nearest camera a guilty grin.  “Sorry.”  He titters as he pulls on his underwear.  “Maybe…we could do this again?”

“Bret…”  I was about to explain how this was only ever meant to be a one time thing.  To explain how he should now take his new confidence and go out there and play the field.  And to explain that I was Rhett’s woman.  But I hold back.  Instead I say.  “Who knows what the future will bring.”

“I’ll go talk to Rhett about it!”  He says excitedly, looking ready to go again.

“Not tonight!”  I chuckle.  “Ah, to be young again.”

“He he he.”  He was absolutely bubbly.  “Did you guys record it?”

“Uh…no.”  I lie.

“Aw damn, I was hoping for a copy.”

“Yeah, sorry.”  I say.  I trusted Bret but maybe not enough to let him have a sex tape of me.

“Maybe next time.”

“I don’t know if there will be a next time.”

“Mmm.  We’ll see.”  He dresses and blows me a kiss.  “Thank you again Emiko.  I will never forget this.”

“Me too.  Bye baby.”

He heads out the door and closes it behind him leaving me in his wake as a quivering mass of womanhood here in the center of the bed.  Only now do I become aware that around me the candles still flickered and the gentle romantic music still played and my casts back to setting this night up.

‘I will never forget this.’  Bret’s words still echoed in my ears.  Never.  Staring up at he ceiling I the gears of my mind begin to turn and a terrible realization hits me like a sledgehammer.  “Shit.”

Rhett and I had the perfect life.  Perfect.  We were in love, we were best friends, we had it all.  Including a great sex life.  Or so I thought.  A snake had now found its way into our Garden of Eden, a thick eight and a half inch snake, and the apple of knowledge had been tasted.  Things had changed.  I had changed.  New realms of pleasure had been revealed to me, pleasure far beyond those that came before.  Was I supposed to just forget about that?  I was simultaneously grateful to have had my horizons expanded and in mourning for the happy life of innocence I had just been pulled from.  I wished Rhett had come to stop us now even as I was glad he hadn’t.

I loved Rhett with all of my heart, but my pussy now yearned for more.

I…loved…big…cocks.  Loved them.  I loved everything about Bret’s massive member.  In a twisted way I even loved it now when I felt so stretched out and used up and sore.  Rhett could do a lot of things but god given size was something he could do nothing about.  To say nothing of natural stamina.  Bret, on his very first go, had out fucked his older brother in a way Rhett couldn’t even come close to achieving.  My cunny glowed with joy, little tingles and twinges of orgasmic aftershocks still lighting me up.  Young Bret had made me feel things.  He brought the woman out of me in a way I never even knew was possible.  I wanted more…I needed more…after tasting the nectar of the gods how was supposed to go back to exclusively plain old meat and potatoes?

In my naivete I had been perfectly satisfied with Rhett, but what about now?  Now that I knew of how good things could be?  Now that I would be reminded of this night every time I saw his younger brother?  Could I ever be with Rhett again and not think about how much better his brother was?  Could I ever truly be satisfied with my boyfriend again?  Would he be satisfied with me after acting like that with Bret?  Would he be ashamed of me?  Oh Lord, what have we done?

My blissful flesh and turbulent mind are at odds with each other as I lay there overwhelmed by it all.

This had been wonderful beyond my wildest dreams, and probably the biggest mistake of my life.

Chapter 9