Chapter 11

The zipper on Sam’s jeans hissed like an angry cat as Julie tugged it down. He inhaled sharply - part protest, part anticipation - and clutched the sofa cushions when cool air hit his exposed thighs. His briefs tented obscenely, fabric straining against an erection he couldn’t hide. Rick hesitated, fingers twitching near his belt buckle until Julie fixed him with a look that brooked no argument. “You too, Rick. Unless you want to jerk it yourself?” She peeled Sam’s underwear down with clinical precision.

Renee’s breath hitched beside me. Her knee bounced against mine, vibrating with nervous energy as Julie pinched the first condom wrapper between her teeth. The tear of foil was deafening in the thick silence. I watched Renee’s fingers curl into her skirt, knuckles whitening as Julie rolled the latex down Sam’s shaft with practiced ease. His hips jerked involuntarily when her thumb circled the flushed head, spreading a bead of moisture that made Renee lean forward, not with desire, but the wide-eyed fascination of a biologist examining a strange new specimen, a dangerous one.

“See how the rim catches here?” Julie murmured, dragging a fingernail along the condom’s ring where it hugged Sam’s base. Renee nodded, mesmerized, while Rick’s face contorted in secondhand embarrassment. His own erection flagged slightly until Julie’s fingers closed around him too, her touch reigniting the heat despite his mortification at her age, only fourteen, like me.

My own throat tightened watching my girlfriend Renee’s reaction from the corner of my eye. Her pupils nearly swallowed her blue irises whole, staring at the strange snakelike creatures between my brothers’ thighs, fascinated, captivated by the sight. She asked, “Can I try it?”

Julie smiled and reached for Sam’s cock. “Sure. Put one on Rick.” She handed her little sister a wrapped condom.

Renee opened it and lightly touched his swollen meatstick. She’d handle a bomb or a scorpion the same cautious, delicate way.

“Oh GAWD!” His eyes rolled back and his hips twitched forward, forcing the tip into her fingers. The scent was musky and thick in the air. She hesitated, then rubbed her thumb over the latex-covered head, spreading the slickness already leaking through. “Jesus Christ! Keep doing that!” he groaned, thrusting shallowly into her grip.

I watched, transfixed, as Renee experimentally squeezed the shaft, her fingers making the condom stretch taut over his veins. A pearl of precome beaded at the slit, visible through the thin latex. Julie laughed breathlessly beside Sam, who was panting like he’d run a mile. “See? Not so scary,” Julie murmured, guiding Renee’s hand into a slow stroke. Rick’s knees buckled, and he clutched the sofa armrests. “Fuuuck! Please, more!”

“I can’t! We shouldn’t...” she stammered.

Julie grabbed Sam’s wrist and yanked him toward the stairs. “C’mon, before I change my mind.” Rick stumbled after them, barely remembering to pull his pants up over the condom tenting at his crotch. The thump of footsteps faded, replaced by muffled giggles, then gasps, then the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings and Julie’s throaty moans.

Renee’s cheeks flushed pink as she turned to me. “Did we just ... pimp out your brothers?” she whispered.

I smiled, replying, “Yeah. And they love it! Hehehe!”

Renee suddenly froze, gripping my arm. “Luci ... what if Dave wants to - you know - with us? He’s so big!”

Dave chuckled warmly, shaking his head as he reached for us both. “Hey, easy now. First time’s all about mouths and hands, nothing scary.” He pulled Renee onto his lap, stroking her hair as she trembled. “My pants won’t come off tonight, at least not until you ask.” His thumb traced her lower lip. “Just gonna teach you how to kiss a kitty.” Renee gasped when he demonstrated against her neck, his tongue swirling in a slow circle that made her toes curl.