All Grown Up (Emiko's Story): Chapter 3

Bret sits stock still for at least a solid minute.  He wasn’t smiling but his eyes twinkled with delight.  The virgin could not believe he had actual, real, flesh and blood breasts against his clammy palms.  His excitement was downright infectious.  I sit and wait for him to make the next move, not wanting to rush this special moment.  His cute grin grows as he at last begins to move.  As ham-handedly as one might expect from a timid virgin Bret starts to grope and clumsily fondle my little titties.  I cannot wipe the smile from my face as I watch him touch and learn.  I gently rub my hands up and down his shapely lats giving him silent encouragement to continue.  With my blessing given he gets a bit more bold and starts to squeeze and tug at my tits.   Her rubs his thumbs over my nipples and even pinches them!  Cheeky little bugger.  I adored it all though and spur him on with a low lewd hum of approval.  “Mmm.”  He was no smooth, confident lover who knew a woman’s body like the back of his hand, but watching the young man bloom before my eyes was an absolute treat. 

I soak in the feelings and the attention greedily, happy to patiently savor ever second his explorations.  And explore he does.  After a few minutes with my tits his hands begin to wander.  He runs them down my soft tummy and up my curvy sides, down over my smooth thighs then, predictably, back up to my tender breasts once more.  I explore his body as well, enjoying what I was seeing and feeling just as much as he was.  I feel the lean muscles of his back, his tight abs, his swooping tear shaped pecs, his firm biceps, and up across his toned shoulders and neck.  This was no boy, this was the body of a man.  For the first time I saw, truly saw, Bret not as Rhett’s bashful baby brother, that quiet nerdy kid from six years ago, but as the sweet and attractive young man that he had grown into.

Klutzy as he was, his groping hands were doing something for me.  My pussy was wet and needy, and it wasn’t just from thinking about what Rhett and I would get up to afterward anymore.  Sexy young Bret’s hands on my flesh felt good, damn good.  This wasn’t a favor anymore.  I feel just a touch guilty as I realize that I wanted Bret.  Some part of me legitimately wanted him now.  Not that my boyfriend was forgotten.  Far from it!  It never strayed too far from my consciousness that my man was just below us right now watching every move we made in real time.  Watching another man handle his woman.  Holy fuck, I couldn’t remember the last time I was this horny.

I don’t know how long we sit there but I wasn’t about to hurry him.  His roaming grasping hands were like two kids set loose in a playground so I let them have their fun.  All at once he reaches around and fills each hand with a cheek of my ass and squeezes hard.  His lifting passions were making him bold.

“Hah!”  A sharp breath of surprise comes from me as his fingers sink into the soft flesh of my butt.  I grab his head and pull it hard to my chest.  He wastes no time nuzzling into and smooching my tender tits.  In behind his hand knead and subtly shift downward, the tips of his fingers getting teasingly close to my wet wanton snatch.  “Hahhhh.”  I let out a hot sigh.  “That’s it Bret.  You can touch me anywhere and anyway you want.”  With a hunger even greater than mine he licks and sucks on my breasts with ravenous desire while at the same time his right hand reaches around further to send his fingers gliding up along my dewy slit.  “Ohhhh!”  Oh my God!  It had no damn business feeling that good.  It wasn’t so much how he touched me but how I was feeling.  I was so fucking horny!  My whole body was on fire as his slender fingers probe and caress my wildly aroused womanhood.  I rest my weight into him to give him a better angle.  Two of his fingers slide up and down and up and down my wet fleshy petals.  “Jesus Christ.”  I mutter under my breath.

“So warm and…soft.”  He marvels.  “And…it’s wet.”  Was it ever!

“That’s a good thing.”  I whisper, trying to bring myself back into nurturing teacher role.  I wanted to enjoy myself, but I didn’t want to lose myself.

Bret swiftly shifts from one breast to the other and sucks the whole damn titty into his mouth to begin suckling on it.  Running my fingers through his pale blond hair I let my nails drag across his scalp.  Rhett loved it when I did that and so did his little brother.  I had to stifle a laugh as Bret lets my boob pop from his mouth then starts lapping at it like a thirsty puppy.  Suave he was not but his enthusiasm more than made up for it.  I arch my back and pull him tighter to my breast just as he slips his middle finger into my tight pussy.  “Hohhh yeah.”  I breath.  “That’s it Bret.  You’re doing soooo good.”

“Mmmm.”  He mewls happily with a suckling mouthful of tit.  He feels around inside of me for a few second before he starts slowly thrusting the finger in and out, his other hand holds firm to my ass not letting me move as he fingered me.  He may be inexperienced but already he could teach some of my former partners a thing or two.

Was Rhett seeing this?  Could my boyfriend see his little brother fingering his woman?  Was there an ember of jealousy burning inside of him?  Would that libidinous fire be unleashed on me once Bret was gone?  Was he already masturbating to us right now?  Ohhh wow.  This was all so much more intense than I expected it to be.

Sheathing his teeth by curling his fine pink lips back over them he nibble and nips at my stiff tawny nips then flicks at the very tip with a rapid tapping tongue.  His left hand moves from ass to breast and there he gives a squeeze, bolder and harder than before.  I comb my fingers through his hair and down his neck to then claw back up his shoulders.

“Hah!”  He gasps, but cuts himself short as if ashamed to let his pleasure be heard.

“I want to hear you baby.”  I whisper into his ear between light licks at his lobe.  “Women find it soooo fucking hot to hear a man moan for them.  Let me hear you.”

I pull back and look at his bright grinning face…then pinch both of his nipples at once.  “OH!”  He exclaims.  I give them a sharp tug then gently massage the sting away.  Through his smile he lets out a cute little purr, the sort of noise reserved for moments of intimacy.  “Mrrrmmmm.”

“That’s it.  You’re doing so good.”  I say in response to his amorous sounds.  As I reward him with praise he rewards me with a second finger in my coochie.  I bite my bottom lip and bend forward onto him again and grip his shoulders as his middle two digits stroked in and out.  “Mmmmm, yeahhh.”

“Am I doing it right?”  He asks softly.

“Mmmm.  You are doing juuuust fine.”  My hips rock in time with his hand.  “Ohhh Bret.”  I ride his hand, slow and smooth.  “Ohhh.  Mmmm.”  I moan, letting my pleasure express freely so that he knew how good he was doing.  “Yes Bret.  That’s it.  Finger my tight wet pussy.”  

And so he does, deep and strong with a nice steady rhythm.  Fuuuck…if I wasn’t careful I might actually cum for the lad.  We hadn’t even been going at it that long!  I NEVER thought he’d even get me this close at all never mind this soon, but I never accounted for how turned on I was going to be.  Weird as it sounded I was all good with having a good time with Bret but I wanted to stop short of actually cumming for him.  I wanted to stay in control.  I wanted to be the guide, the teacher, the one to give the pleasure more than receive it.  And I wanted my man to be the one to bring me an orgasm.  And finally, for some odd reason I couldn’t understand myself, I didn’t want young Bret to have that over me.  I wanted Bret to see me in the future as his sister-in-law and the kind woman who popped his cherry, not the hot bitch he made cum on his very first time.  I didn’t want Bret to look at his brother and know he made his woman cream.  It was a status thing or power thing or…something.

The all American girl side of me simply wanted to have fun with it.  To tease and titillate and even taunt my partner in a good natured way.  But I was also raised by traditional Japanese parents and the values of spousal loyalty and saving face also ran deep in me.  I wanted to keep the big manly Rhett a step above his effete little brother.  There was no shame in not making a woman orgasm on your first time after all but Rhett’s ego might be a bit bruised seeing me cum so easily for Bret.  As I said, I didn’t understand it myself but I simply did not want to cum for Bret.  But god damn those fingers of his were feeling good!

“Mmmmm!”  A lusty moan escapes me.

“Are you cumming?”  He asks in an awed tone as he studies my face.

I chuckle as if the question were a silly one, though the truth was that I wasn’t that far off.  I open my eyes and rustle his hair like I used when he was boy, reestablishing my status as the one in control.  “This isn’t a race.  Just go with the flow Bret.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”  I swallow and give his shoulder a squeeze.  I could feel the flush in my face and the building pressure down below.  I knew I had to change things up if I wanted to save my climax for Rhett and this interruption was the perfect opportunity.  Oh how I wished Rhett was here now, I would cum so fucking hard for him right now.  Watching the action I am sure he was as wound up as I was.

With a more practiced hand Bret slides his fingers into me again and reaches his mouth for my breast but I stop him.  With a smoldering look in my eyes I guide his hands away and back up further down his thighs.  Lightly I rake my nails down lean chest and abdomen…and I don’t stop there.  Bret grabs my thighs and goes still as a statue as I start to unbuckle his belt.  His stares down, his eyes widen, his breath is held as he watches me open the fly of his baggy trousers.  All of a sudden he grabs my hands and pulls them away.  I look at him confused.

“No.”  He shakes his head.  “No, don’t…I…um…”  In the blink of an eye all the progress we had made was gone as the overly bashful young man recedes back into his shell.  He looked embarrassed, ashamed, and terrified to reveal himself to me.  So many guys had self confidence issues centered around their dicks, young Bret was one of them.  This was quite possibly the root of his issues with physical intimacy.

I very carefully and slowly pull my hands away and rest them to my sides.  “Would you like to stop?”  I say in a soft warm tone.  I would never, NEVER, make Bret feel lesser about his manhood and I wanted my voice to convey that.

After a pause he shakes his head no.

“Okay.”  I whisper.  “It’s okay Bret.  It’s okay.  There are many ways to have sex.”

I was going to say more.  I was going to assure him that nothing was wrong about him or the feelings he was having.  I was going to tell him we didn’t have to go ‘all the way’.  I wanted to tell him not to compare himself with his hunky brother Rhett or the men in the porno videos or any other man for that matter.  There was a lot I was going to say but Bret cuts it all off with a faltering.  “W-w-wait.”

“Mmm?”

He takes a deep breath and summons his courage.  Taking my wrists he places my hands back where they had been near his belt.  “K-keep going.”

“You sure?”  I look in his eyes.

He only holds my gaze for a second then nods.  In a small pleading voice he says.  “Please.”  Slowly he looks back up to meet my eyes again.  “Please don’t stop.”  He says as quiet as a mouse.

His nerve was faltering but having come so far he didn’t want to quit now.  I knew an act of bravery when I saw one.  It was so endearing I wished I could kiss him.  I give him a tiny nod of my head and a playful wink to calm his nerves I continue on where I had left off.  I pull his fly the rest of the way then slide my hand down along his pelvic groove and under the elastic waistband of his underwear.

“Ohhhh.”  He mewls faintly as my fingers make contact with his erection.

“He he he.”  I titter, not in a mocking way but with naughty playfulness.  My expression is already conveying how amazing I thought he was.  Nothing bouyed a man’s pride like a woman approving of his junk.  “What do we have here?”

And then…I feel it.  The moment my fingers beneath it I knew something was different here.  I feel the warm clammy shaft against my palm, I slowly wrap my fingers and thumb around its hard girth, and I feel in disbelief as the tip of my middle fingernail and the tip of my thumbnail are just barely are able to touch one another.  What the fuck!?  The seconds passed like minutes as I glide my hand along the length of his cock to feel a few extra inches I had never felt before on a man.  Bret was HUGE!!!

In my shock and panic I look up at one of the cameras.  Oh shit.  Oh shit.  Oh shit!  Did Rhett know his baby brother was hung?  I was pretty damned sure he didn’t by some of the comments he’d made over the years.  I knew my guy well enough that this wasn’t something he would just spring on me without warning.  There was no way he knew.  Or did he?  There was no way he would have agreed to this had he known.  Or would he?  My head was spinning.  What do I do?

I don’t have much time to think about it when I sense Bret tensing up and realize he must be thinking something was wrong.  Shit!  The last thing I wanted was Bret to get all self-conscious at this milestone moment of having a woman touch his dick for the first time.  I’d just have to go with the flow until I figured out what I was doing here.  In the meantime I am careful to positions myself to keep his penis hidden from the cameras.

Trying to act natural I pull his cock out and look down at it.  JESUS CHRIST!  It was at least eight inches long, probably eight and half or more, easily the longest I’d seen in person.  But it was the girth, that rock hard veiny girth, that scared the hell out of me.  Scared me, but also intrigued some lewdly curious bit of me.  I look up at him then back down to his massive schlong trying to process what I was seeing.  Baby bro was all grown up!  Shy, little, unassuming Bret absolutely dwarfed his older brother in the cock department.  This twist was not part of the script.  I try valiantly to keep things casual for both Rhett and Bret’s sake.

“Oh!  Bret!”  I say.  “Oh my…you’re…um…”  I wanted to say that he was hung like a stallion but instead I just blurt.  “You’re hard already.”

Chapter 4