Connor 4

Anna’s trying her best to help my brother relax, she’s always been good at getting people comfortable, but it seems that this time she’s hit some kind of nerve with Eric, because he jumps up all upset. I don’t really get it. I mean, his gorgeous, petite little girlfriend is standing half-naked in front of him, and he’s not even going to jump on this opportunity? What more do I have to do for him, bend her over and offer her up to him on a silver platter? Honestly, if he wants to lose his virginity, this is the chance he’s been waiting for, but the idiot seems way more focused on protecting his own ego than making a move.

Still, at least he’s stripping down...or so I think. When he starts to undo his pants though, his hesitation seems to boil back up to the surface. And for some reason, this seems to irk Sophie. She storms over to him, berating him for being such a square. And given that she’s in nothing but her panties and bra already, that’s totally fair on her part. I suspect she was just trying to tear his pants down for him, you know, give him a little help, sense this seemed to be so hard for him. But she ends up falling onto her knees, right in front of her boyfriend’s crotch.

As his pants are pulled down to his ankles, I can’t help but feel bad for the guy. As brothers growing up, it was something of a joke that I was more well-endowed than he was. In fact, that’s part of the reason why I started calling him ‘lil’ bro. Though even Anna isn’t aware of the nickname’s nastier origins. I think that’s why it bothers him so much when I call him that, bruises his sense of masculinity or something. What’s truly sad is that he’s not even that small. I mean, he’s definitely smaller than average, 3 maybe 4 inches. But the bigger issue with Eric is that he’s always had trouble getting it up. Especially when nervous. And he was what you would call a ‘grower’ meaning that unless he was hard, his cock looked pathetically small. Combined, this could make for embarrassing moments, such as this one.

In contrast, my cock is a girthy 9 inches. Even contained as it is within my boxers, it looks ready to explode out of them. The outline of my shaft is clearly visible straining and stretching the tight fabric, and if you’re looking for it, you can even make out details like where the head of my cock starts.

Looking at Eric standing there, with his pants around his ankles, and his cheeks as red as ever, I can’t help but tease him. “What the matter Eric, your girlfriend’s on her knees in front of you, and you can’t even get hard for her?” I chide, with more than little cruelty. After all, teasing him about it isn’t going to help his situation. Winking at Soph waiting down below, I continue, “She’s basically begging for it now.”.

But as I say this, a thought strikes me. And before I know it, I’m leading Anna back around to the front of the couch, and onto her knees in front of me. As is, Eric and I are parallel to one another, with both girls kneeling in front of us. I stroke my cock through my boxers, running a thumb along my shaft while looking at Anna’s reaction. “Why don’t we give them a little show babe?”