All Grown Up: Chapter 2

By the time I was settled into my place on the sofa, brought the wireless mouse to my side, and tested out switching between the three different angles my beautiful girlfriend was already entering the room.  My brother trembles on the bed.

“Hey Bret.”  She says kindly as she shuts the door behind her.

He briefly glances her way before looking back down to the floor again.  “Hi.”

Moving as smoothly as the knee length silk robe she wore Emiko glides across the room and takes a seat beside him.  If it was possible Bret tensed up even more.  Emiko sits quietly, careful to keep a little space between them.  She waits a short time, giving my little brother a moment to say or do something first.  When it was clear this wasn’t going to happen she takes the lead.

“Are you okay Bret?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Do you still want to do this?”

There is a long pause before he says in a very timid voice.  “Yes.”

“Good.”  She says.  “May I touch you?”

He quickly nods, the immediacy of his answer a sure sign that he was excited to be here even if he didn’t know what to say or do.

She gently places her hand on his thigh and lets it rest there.  He stares at it and I could his face blush a shade of pink.

I take a sip of my drink and set it down, my attention raptly focused on the screen.  This was so surreal.  My girlfriend and my little brother together alone with the intention on getting intimate.  Most of my memories of Bret were him as a boy, when I moved out of the house he was barely ten years old.  It was weird seeing him in such an adult context.  “Touch her back.”  I whisper to the screen.  “Come on bud, you can do it.”

A full minute passes, and then another, before Emiko speaks again.  “Would you like to touch me Bret?”

Again he rapidly nods.  “Y-yes.  Very much.”

She smiles at his bashful enthusiasm.  “I would like that too.”

Mirroring her initial motion exactly he places his hand on her bare knee.  His eyes stare at his own hand, not quite believing where it was.

I see her subtly begin to squeeze his leg in a slow massaging motion.  “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”  He whispers.  “It’s….so soft.  Your skin is so soft.”

Her smile widens.  “Why thank you.”

“You-you’re very…p-pretty.”  He stammers without looking up.  “That was a stupid thing to say!”

“That was not stupid.  It was a very nice thing to say.  Thank you Bret.”  She says.  “I think you’re very handsome.”  She then leans in to rest her shoulder against his.  “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t.”

Pulling his hand back he shakes his head.  “No, I’m not.”

Taking his wrist he pulls his hand back to place it right back where it had been.  “Yes, you are.  You are good looking man Bret.  Trust me, I know a thing or two about good looking men.”

“Not like Rhett.”  He says so quietly I can barely hear it.  I up the volume a notch.  “He’s tall and strong.  I’m…not.”

“No, not like Rhett.”  She says.  “You are handsome in your own way.  You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone.  Be proud of who you are.”

By the position of his shoulders and his overall posture I could see that he was beginning to relax.  Straightening up he turns and looks at her.  Summoning his courage he stutters.  “Wh-what…what should we d-do now?”

Just him facing her was a big hurdle, he was getting into it.  “Atta boy.”  I cheer him on.

“This is your night.”  She says as she traces her free hand up his arm.  “What do you want to do?”

He shivers as Emiko’s slender fingers reach his neck.  “I…don’t know.”

“That’s okay.”  She whispers.  “How about I take the lead until you are ready, mmm?”

“Okay!”

Rising up she turns and straddles his thighs then sits back down again facing him, blocking the camera angle I had been on.  I switch to another view, this one from the side.  Bret being half a foot shorter than me meant that the petite Emiko was actually a bit taller than him in this position.  She rubs her hands across his chest.  “How’s this?”

“G-good!”  He gulps.

“Good.”  She croons alluringly.  The way she looked at him with that naughty glint in her eyes was so familiar and for the first time I actually feel a tiny spark of jealousy.  During our previous adventures with other people, threesomes or swinging, I had been there in the room with her.  The fact she was there alone with another man, just her and him one on one, changed the dynamic more than I realized it would.  She gave no notice of the cameras around them, her entire focus was on my brother.  “Why don’t you untie the belt?”  She says.

He slowly looks down to the silk belt tied around her waist then slowly back up to her face again.  With trembling hands he fumbles his way through untying the belt.  When he has it unfastened and lets go my girlfriend boldly pulls the rope open and with a graceful shrug of her shoulders lets the sleek blue garment glide off of her nude body.

Bret lets out an audible gasp as his pale blue eyes widen at the sight of her lithe supple body.  Her straight jet black hair hung down to her mid back.  Her pouting perfect breasts barely a handful each with small slightly jutting tawny brown nipples.  Arms, shoulders, legs, and sides were slim yet shapely and soft in just ways a woman ought to be.  Her black muff neatly trimmed.  I end up letting out a gasp of my own.  Something about seeing another man look at my girl made it like I was seeing her again for the first time.  God damn she was beautiful!

My brother sits there for a long moment just openly gawking at her.

“Like what you see?”  She trills playfully.

“Yeah!  Wow!”

“He he he.”  She titters, clearly lapping up the adoration.  

“I’m not too old?”  She teases by holding her arms aloft and gracefully swaying her willowy body back and forth.  While hardly old she was nine years the senior to young Bret.  I hated to admit it but the age difference was kinda sexy, like one of those teacher-student porn scenes.

“No!”  He insists.

“Good.”  She says.  “Okay, I showed you mine now let’s see yours.  Fair is fair.”

She begins to peel the shirt from his torso and he resists her for a moment…before relaxing and allowing her to continue.  The kid was terribly self conscious about his appearance.  He had nothing to worry about though.  As Emiko pulls his shirt right up and off of him she immediately starts rubbing her hands up and down his chest and abdomen.  His nearly hairless body was paler than mine, his chest much more narrow, but as slender as he was there was actually a bit of a physique there.  His lean muscles had some shape and definition to them.  It was evident that Bret worked out.  You never would have guessed it to see the skinny young man in his usual baggy clothes.

“Mmm, nice.”  She says brightly as her fingers trace down the contours of his upper body.  “Very nice.  You have a great body Bret.  Mmmm, you shouldn’t hide it like you do.  Very sexy.”

“Th-thank you.”  He says sheepishly, his breath shuddering breath catching as her hands touch him.  “Oh wow!”

“Don’t you want to touch me too Bret?”

He answers with actions instead of words.  Clumsily he brings his hands up and slaps them down right onto Emiko’s breasts.  His blush deepens another shade as Emiko giggles and quips.  “Right to the good stuff, huh?”  But he keeps his hands right where there were.

“Holy shit.”  I hiss under my breath.  This was getting intense, way more intense than I had expected it would be.  In our previous experiments with other partners I had always had something to do and someone to participate with.  There were no distractions this time though.  Being only a voyeur on this scene all I could do is sit here helplessly and watch as another man touched my woman.  That tiny glimmer of jealousy grows a little, as does my dick.

Chapter 3