All Grown Up (Emiko's Story): Chapter 4

Conscious of the cameras watching and recording everything one hand rests at the back of his neck as the other holds his mighty cock.  My grip so light it barely touched him I slowly stroke his meat up and down.  Not only was it huge, it was beautiful.  Straight, symmetrical, with a nice tapered bullet shaped glans.  But it was the size, that fucking size, that so captured my imagination.  Outside of porn I honestly didn’t think such dicks as this really existed.  It was like seeing a UFO or bigfoot or something.  All of my former lovers, including the ones Rhett and I had spiced things up with together, were small to average.  Rhett was a nice six inches, well…a tad shy of that if I was being honest, and all of my previous partners were within half an inch of that measure.  All roughly the same thickness as well, give or take, with Rhett just a tiny bit on the thin end of the spectrum.

Bret’s manhood though was a different beast entirely though.  Who would think two and half extra inches would make such a difference, but when one thought about in terms of percentages the real difference could better be appreciated.  Bret was over a third again longer than Rhett, Rhett less than three quarters the length of Bret.  It had to be seen to be truly appreciated.  As significant a difference as that was, again it was girth that so blew me away.  If one measured around the erect shaft Bret would be well over an inch thicker.  Again, it didn’t sound like much, but dear God when you felt it in your hand you KNEW how substantial a difference that was.  It was so much heavier and bulkier and…and…just fucking BIGGER.  And hard as solid oak!  Up and down my slender hand strokes as I quietly gaze upon this rare specimen of manhood.  

“Ohhh!”  He sighs, not moving a muscle.  “Oh wow!”

I smile.  He might be packing serious heat but he was still a virgin and even this light stroking was rocking his world.

Well…I already knew I wasn’t going to fuck him.  There was no way Rhett would allow it.  But I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.  It flexes hard forcing my fingers apart.  Oh my God, could a woman even handle a thing like this?  I knew they could.  I had seen enough dirty videos to see those performers take bigger than Bret.  But how?  My tight little pussy clenched defensively just thinking about a beast like this trying to get inside of it, yet at the same time it ached to try.  Seeing, touching, feeling a cock like this was lighting up unused circuits in my carnal hardwiring.  It was so…dominant.  So…masculine.   So…alpha.  It’s raw size and hardness and power humbled the woman in me in the most delightful way.  What would one so big feel like?  My pussy warms with a curious desire of its own.

“Am I doing something wrong?”  Bret’s whisper snaps me out of my daydream.

I blink and look up at his face with an assuring smile.  “No Bret.  You’re doing fine.”

His eyes lowers and he says meekly.  “You don’t like it?  Is it ugly?”  He wilts and I feel his dick soften, ever so slightly, in my hand.  “I’m sorry.”

“No.”  I say kindly.  “Stop that Bret.  It’s fine, it is is a beautiful cock.”  I pause, trying to think how I would tell him the truth without injuring either his or Rhett’s pride.  “It’s just…uh…”

“What?”

“Um.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing!”  There was nothing for it, I couldn’t keep dancing around it.  I had to be honest with him.   “It’s just…well…it’s big!”

“Is that bad?”

I laugh despite myself as I think about how many guys out there would kill have a hog like his.  “No Bret, that isn’t bad.”  I say with a hard squeeze.  “It’s not good, it’s not bad, it’s just what it is.  You’re just…big.”  I shoot Rhett a cheeky glance through one of the cameras.  Ah fuck it.  We were all adults here.  The truth would be revealed eventually.  If I was going to continue I needed to relax and just have fun with it.  What did it really matter if little bro was actually big bro.  We could talk things out later.  Leaning in I whisper the truth into Bret’s ear.  “I was just surprised that you were bigger than your brother.  That’s all.”

“No!”  He gasps as he too glances toward one of the cameras.  I could see he didn’t quite believe me.  “Really?”

“Yes.”  I giggle and press a finger to his lips.  “Shhhh, our secret.”  

What must Rhett be thinking right now?  Did he believe me when I told Bret he was big?  Probably not, he probably thought I was simply being flattering.  I mean, looking at this fair petite man who would believe it?  But there would be doubts in his mind.  It was probably tearing him up right now.  Deep down I loved thinking about his predicament down there.  It was always so fun to tease him.

Again Bret mistakes my wandering mind for aversion.  “You don’t like it.”  He says glumly.  “It’s ugly.  Girls don’t like ugly things.”

“Bret!”  I say firmly and take his head in my hands to force him to look me eye to eye.  “Stop it.  Stop tearing yourself down.  Just go with the flow.  Relax.  Have fun.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with your body.”  I chuckle.  “And trust me when I tell that there are LOTS of girls that will like your…thing.”

He tries to avert his eyes but I stay with him, really driving the point home.  This guy was blessed.  He had so much going for him.  He just needed to get over this image of himself as unattractive.  He stops and stares deeply into my eyes and I feel him gradually relax as he sees that I meant every word I said.

“Thank you.”  He says.  Then, after a comically short pause, he asks.  “Are we…are we actually going to have sex?”

I think a moment.  I didn’t know precisely how Rhett would react once he actually saw his brother’s dick but I did know that he would be up the stairs in a flash to put this to a stop.  Me fucking hapless little brother Bret was one thing but me fucking a hung Bret was a whole different ball game.  Few male egos could handle seeing that and my macho guy was no exception.

Not that he had anything to worry about.  There was nothing on this Earth, big or small, that could change the special bond Rhett and I had.  Besides, I had read a thousand times that size didn’t really matter.  The idea of a big schlong was pretty exciting but it was really all for show.  If anything I suspected big ones were more uncomfortable than satisfying.  I mean, fuck, he was as thick as my wrist.  There was no way that could feel good.  But men and their pride were funny that way, especially between brothers.  

With the security of knowing we could only go so far and an impish sense of play I decide to keep Bret’s boner hidden for a long as I could to keep the fun rolling.  I would let Rhett be the one to stop this.  In the meantime I would keep things going so as not a bruise poor Bret’s fragile self-confidence.

“That is what we’re here for, but it’s up to you.”  I say.  “We can do whatever you want.”

“I want to.”

“Then we will.  Now just relax and let me take care of everything.”

He nods with a coy grin.

“Relax, have fun.”  I say again, this time flashing my eyes up to a camera and holding there for a moment to signal Rhett to keep an open mind.

I stroke Bret’s python a bit longer than shift back to get down and kneel between his legs, all the while keeping his crotch hidden as I shot devilish teasing looks toward the cameras.  Bret however wasn’t in on the joke.  As I come to kneel on the floor between his feet he suddenly leans back with a low groan revealing himself to at least two of the spying lenses.

Chapter 5