All Grown Up: Chapter 4

“Yessss!”  I hiss.  Finally!  With his dick was out it wouldn’t take long now if my own memories of being a young pent up virgin was anything to go by.  The agreement was that he would get to bust one nut and then it was over.  It couldn’t come fast enough for me.  

Bing!  So engrossed in the action on the screen I am startled as a text comes in on my phone.  I pull it from my pocket to see it was Mom.  “Damn it Mom, bad timing.”  Without reading it I put the phone to the side.  Another text comes hard on the heels.  I mute the device, whatever it was it could wait.  With this going on everything else could wait.

Emiko’s left hand holds to the back of Bret’s neck as her right arm very slowly strokes up and down.

“Ohh!”  Bret gasps as he remains frozen in place.  “Oh wow!”

My girlfriend is conspicuously silent.  She looks down between them again, just staring for a long time as she strokes him.

I snort in frustration at not being able see the action.  I had reached a breaking point.  My girlfriend was right this very second upstairs stroking another man’s cock.  My lust seized me.  Whether it was meant as a joke or not I was going to make use of these tissues before I lost my god damn mind.  Scrambling to release my own rock hard member I lean back, take it a loose grip, and try to match the pace set by what I could see of Emiko’s arm.

While he didn’t move the expressions on Bret’s face tells the tale.  He was loving what she was doing to him, how could he not?  Still she was quiet, noticeably at odds with her lusty and kind words sounds of earlier.  Bret noticed it too.

“Am I doing something wrong?”  He whispers.

She looks up into his eyes with a gentle smile.  “No Bret.  You’re doing fine.”

His eyes lower and he says bashfully.  “You don’t like it?  Is it ugly?”  The poor guy wilted, his lack of self esteem getting the better of him.  “I’m sorry.”

“No.”  She shakes her head.  “Stop that Bret.  It’s fine, it is a beautiful cock.”  After a pause she looks back down and adds.  “It’s just….uh…”

“What?”

“Um.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing!”  She insists as she continued to dance around the issue.  “It’s just…well…it’s big.”

Now I was smiling too.  That was so sweet of her!  There was nothing, absolutely nothing in the world, that built a man up like hearing he had a big dick.  What a wonderful thing to say to my slight little brother.  Being a small guy no doubt contributed to his confidence issues but a little white lie to tell him that he had it where it really counted would give him a huge boost.  God how I loved that woman.

“Is that bad?”  He says.

She chuckles.  “No Bret, that isn’t bad.  It’s not good, it’s not bad, it’s just what it is.  You’re just…big.”  With a cheeky glance my way she leans in and whispers something in his ear.

“No!”  He gasps, his eyes now glancing toward the camera just for a second.  “Really?”

“Yes.”  She giggles as she presses a finger to his lips.  “Shhhh, our secret.”

After a moment he says.  “You don’t like it.  It’s ugly.  Girls don’t like ugly things.”

“Bret!”  Stopping her stroking she takes his head in her hands and makes him look into her eyes.  “Stop it.  Stop tearing yourself down.  Just go with the flow.  Relax.  Have fun.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with your body.” She laughs gently.  “And trust me when I tell you that there are lots of girls that will like your thing.”

She was really doubling down on this ego boosting deception.  It dawns on me that she might be telling the truth but…Bret?  I’d only seen my self-conscious brother nude a few times, but those instances were all many years ago at the swimming pool change room well before he hit puberty.  Scrawny little Bret?  Big?  Nahhhh.

He lets out a long breath and nods.  “Thank you.  Are we…are we actually going to have sex?”

“That is what we’re here for, but it’s up to you.”  She says.  “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.”  She says again…and I realize this time it is directed to me.

Gripping my dick, a bead of precum sprouting from the tip, I say back to the screen.  “I am baby, I am!”

Her gaze holds on the camera a moment.  A sultry lingering look, that playful delight that I knew so well dancing in her dark eyes.

Her hand dips down again and soon her arm continues the stroking motion, and so does mine.  Mirroring her movement exactly.  Shifting back she moves one of her legs to in between his and then the other, all the while remaining close to him and careful to shield her handjob from the cameras.  That brat!  She was doing it on purpose.  She gets all the way down to her knees, careful to keep me from seeing the action, and adds a second hand to her stroking.

“Nnngh.”  Bret groans.  Oblivious to Emiko’s little game with the cameras he leans back to plant his hands into the mattress and rest his weight back.

I start to laugh at my brother giving the game away but the chortle catches in my throat and my stroking stops dead as I see my girlfriend’s small hands gripping Bret’s rock hard, and very much NOT small, cock.  She hadn’t been lying.  Little brother wasn’t so little.  

Chapter 5