"It is my size."

“How, you are sitting here in cotton boxer briefs, I can see you are no child under there, how big are you?”

His blush deepened, “Eleven inches,” I went to say ‘see’ but he continued, “Soft.”

I gagged on nothing, “Wait, eleven,” he nodded, “soft,” he nodded again, “You can’t get that much bigger when you get hard though, cause, eleven is pretty big.” I asked him, feeling my nipples hardening.

He looked down at the floor, “You get bigger when hard,” he nodded again, “We talking eighteen inches?”

He took a deep breath, ‘Twenty-one long.” I blinked at him, “ten, around.”

“Wait what? How?” I asked, “A coke can is like nine,” his blush deepened, “You’re pulling my leg right?”

He stood up, “Never mind, just forget it,” he turned to leave.

“Jethro wait, I’m sorry,” I said getting up, “I didn’t mean to, umm, belittle, your problem.”

He stopped with his hand on the door turning a moment later. In the dim light I looked him over, I had forgotten how tall he was, a head taller than me. His chest was sizable, muscled, not body builder type but big. My eyes glanced down to his crotch, his cotton boxers cupped his package, there was a sizable bulge. I couldn’t help but lick my lips. “Can I ask, how long it’s been?’

He shook his head, “A while, too long,” he said. “So I was hoping we could talk about, you know Julie.”

I bent over and picked two glasses, I could almost feel my brother’s eyes on my panty clad arse as I picked up the glasses, “Drink? We can talk,” I said.

He nodded and came back to the double where I was lying. I picked up the bottle and poured two more glasses, big ones. I handed one to Jethro and sat down beside him, me wearing partially sheer panties, him wearing cotton boxer briefs.

I sat beside him and slapped his leg, “So you want to jump my best friend?” He sort of nodded before taking a sip. “You want to try and **** that huge white cock into her slutty black cunt?”

I felt movement against my hand on his leg as I took a sip, “I’ve always had a thing for black women, but the last time I had a chance she chickened out.”

I smiled, “Cause you were too big?” he nodded, “Well, I can tell you that Julie likes big cocks,” I felt him twitch, “I don’t know about your size, but she’s tried big guys before.

He took another drink, “Any chance you can help me? I mean, what else does she like?”

I smiled to myself while taking another sip.