Chapter 2

My brother George and his wife Brenda picked me up at the fire scene and took me to live at their house for a few weeks. By then, the fire department had finished their work, but our house was too damaged. I would live with my brother and his wife for the next two weeks while Mom got all the details on where we would live until a contractor had rebuilt the house. When George got out of the car to speak with Mom, Brenda got out and told me to slide in the middle of the front seat. I would be sitting between George and Brenda. Of course, I lost my towel when I got in the car.

I slid into my seat, sitting there with a still-hard cock. I was naked, cock standing tall. Being an athlete, I had a body that was like a gymnast. Brenda picked up my towel but didn’t give it to me immediately. Her face was flushed with embarrassment as she looked from me to where my brother and Mom were talking and then back at me. She would stare at my dick for a few seconds and then look away, only to turn back and stare at me more. It was exciting for me, and my cock throbbed.

Brenda put her hand on my thigh and watched my cock bounce when she did touch me. She was breathing fast and continued to stare. She looked away again to see if George was still talking to Mom. I watched as she put her hand on my dick, wrapping her fingers around it almost. She was tiny at four feet eleven inches tall with small hands. Her fingers encircled my dick without closing.

“You have a nice body, Doug.” She slid her hand up and down my peter, watching the foreskin sliding over the head of my cock.

“And so thick for one so young.” I wasn’t that young, and my dick was not as long as some, but I was very thick, and my cock stayed hard all the time. Her hand felt so good as she jacked me off in the front seat of the car. George started walking back to the car. Brenda released my cock from her grip and handed the towel back to me.

“Cover yourself before George gets here, or he will know I touched your cock.”

“If you say so, I don’t know how he would know about it.”

“He knows me and knows I am a cock slut. I slutty get for nice cock,” she said.

“Oh, OK. I will cover up, but I like showing it to you.” I asked my brother what Mom had said. She gave him money for my clothing and told him to take me to The Department Store for jeans and shirts.

“Did she give you his sizes?” Brenda asked.

“No, I should have asked.

“Then drop us at the back door. It’s on the basement level, and the Men’s department is inside the door. I can sneak him in without creating a scene. I’ll sneak him into a changing room and bring him some clothing to try on. Making sure we get something he can wear.” Brenda was going to handle the purchases.

My dick had softened and shrunk on the drive to the store. When Benda left me in the booth, I dropped my towel and started playing with my cock. I was thinking of how Brenda had played with my tool, and that made my cock hard instantly. In a minute, she brought me a pair of jeans. She pulled the curtain aside a few inches, stuck her head into the booth, and handed me a pair of jeans.

“You’re hard again? How often do you jack off in a day?” she asked.

“I was thinking about you touching me in the car. I jack off two or three times a day, sometimes more,” I told her. I think the most was six times one day.”

The pants didn’t fit. When I handed them back to Brenda, she grabbed my dick, jacking it two or three times, growling at me. She soon gave me another pair of jeans to try on. When she did this, she bent over and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds, and I started moving in and out of her mouth.

“Don’t tell on me. Try those on,” she said, referring to the jeans. She watched as I tried them on. Brenda was all smiles as I tucked my hard cock in the pants. I was imprinting my cock in those jeans.

“Yes, those look good on you. I’ll find another pair.”

I took off the pants, put them aside, and played with my dick. She soon returned with another pair that fit the same way and four shirts to try on. Everything fit, and Brenda took the lot to a register to pay for them. She had the clerk remove the tags from one pair of pants so I could wear them. She handed them to me, along with a pair of socks, telling me to put them on.

I donned the jeans and a polo shirt, and we returned to the car. It was getting late, so George stopped to pick up Chinese takeout before going to their home. After watching TV for a few hours, we decided to go to bed. Brenda took me to my bedroom, and I immediately removed my pants. My cock raised hard again as she watched. I told her we had forgotten underwear. She told me I wouldn’t need any and that she often wore none. I slept well after jacking off again.