I caught my friend's little brother masturbating on Christmas day [F21/M18] [masturbation] [mild coercion] [cunnilingus] [sexy times]

I don't understand what wakes me at first. I'm grumpy, short on sleep, still jetlagged from the time zone shift and crappy red-eye flight we took to get to Ian's childhood home on the East Coast. I was stealing the lull between lunch and dinner to rest up and not be such a bitch this evening. They've been polite, Ian's family, preferring the word ‘feisty.' They would surely appreciate a little less feistiness, though.

But I haven't yet had the chance to rest, have I? Not with something making noise in the room, something tinny and hollow, like sound from a cheap speaker. And is it... sex sounds? Soft moaning and wet squelching and some chick pleading, "Fuck me, oh yeah right there baby, you're so deep baby, oh you're so fucking big, fuck me with that massive cock of yours..." What the fuck?

I roll my petite brown ass over, squint. And when I see it, I'm instantly one-hundred percent awake. It's one of Ian's little brothers, Alex -- although ‘little' should not be taken literally, as the pale white dude is tall and broad and ripped in a way Ian definitely isn't -- on the far bed, pants off, legs spread, porn on his phone, dick in his hand. And lit only by the flickering reflection of the light from his phone screen, the light must be playing tricks on me, since his dick looks fucking huge.

My palm intercepts my gasp. And I stare. I cannot help it. He's a big guy, but no way his dick is really that massive. The scattered flickering light makes it look so thick, so tall... my two fists could grip it and still have room to stroke it, I'd barely be able to get my mouth down past the head, my pussy would-- My pussy! The sight's made me wet, and without even realize my hand has slipped down under my panties and between my thighs and pushed up inside me, pacing Alex's strokes.

This is so hot, so very fucked up. But what the fuck is Alex even doing here? Ian's the oldest kid in a big family, and when he learned I was planning on staying in the dorms over the Christmas break -- my parents ditching me to go visit all the aunties and cousins back in the Philippines -- inviting me to come to his parents' home instead, he warned me that although the house is decently big, it would still be crowded.

The moaning of the woman on the phone increases in tempo, and so does Alex's fist, beating himself off with frantic energy. These white boys and their massive dongs! My clit swells under the ministrations of the rougher skin on the side of my thumb, sliding back and forth against the ridge above it. I can't quite make out Alex's expressions, not with the blankets bunched up and partly obscuring him, but as my eyes have adjusted I can now make out his cock clear enough, fat and veiny and with equally massive testicles clinging to its base. Fuck, what that thing must feel like to have inside me...

He grabs a wad of tissues as the woman in the porn's moaning is joined by the groans of a man, and he tenses and trembles, dick twitching as he pumps his seed into the scented paper. I'm riding the edge watching this show of white boy masculinity, so incredibly turned on, my little brown pussy wetter than its been in months. I watch as he sits up, sculpted pecs and shoulders and biceps all heaving as he catches his breath, reaching over and depositing the messed tissues into a small trashcan.

I grin as I say, "That was one fuck of a show."

I've never seen anyone literally jump out of their skin, but Alex comes close. His eyes get so big they're mostly white, his jaw drops so low it nearly falls off. And every muscle in his body seizes up, launching him off the mattress, only to come crashing back down with a thud, desperately trying to cover his cock with a sheet, as if that'll matter now.

"I've never watched a boy do that before," I continue, "It was pretty fucking hot, I gotta say."

"What-- who-- Jolene?" he stammers, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Me? Ian told me to nap here. The guest room's too close to the kitchen, too noisy right now. And this is his bedroom, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but-- but-- we share a room-- did you see-- um, were you-- it wasn't what it looked like--"

"It looked like you were watching a video of some lady get fucked, jacking yourself off, stroking that massive fucking dick of yours."

"Yea, but--"

He's blushing so hard, I can see it even in the faint light. I give him space to finish, yet he remains silent. "But what?"

"You're not gonna tell Ian, are you?"

"I don't know," I say, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because he'll fucking hate me, that's why!"

"Well then it sounds like you've got a dilemma. Maybe you should check to make sure you're alone next time before pulling out your huge cock for a Christmas afternoon wank."

"Please!" he begs, "I can't-- He already thinks I'm trying to steal you. He'll never believe--."

"Steal me? The fuck? Ian's a sweet guy, but he's an idiot if he told you that. Your brother and I are just friends, Alex, and if he's ever wanted anything more, he's never said anything to me."

"But still, I still don't want him to think that I'm, like..."

"Then it sounds like," I say, "You should be right now asking me what you can do so that I won't tell?"

He eyes perk up with hope, and he leans towards me. "What? Tell me. I'll do anything."

My lips curl into a wicked grin. "Anything?"

I moan and writhe, running my fingers through his messy mop of brown hair, guiding his tongue into just the right spot. The boy eats pussy with a desperate enthusiasm, inexperienced but carrying an energy that's eager to please, receptive to my guidance. And as he sucks and slurps and slobbers over my clit, my arousal drips down my ass. "Clean it up," I push him down.

He's so obedient, and I'm so close.

"Are you hard, Alex?"

He looks down, as if to check. "Yeah."

"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Stick it in me!"

"This is my brother's bed..."

"So? One bed's as good as the next."

And this big, muscular, dopey boy kneels with his legs to either side of hips, pushing my legs apart as his massive white dick bounces above my tight brown pussy. I reach down and grab his thick shaft, feel its soft skin, its stiff power, and tug on him, make him gasp. When I rub his glans against my clit, I don't have to fake how fucking aroused I am, how near to climax he already has me.

Gripping him hard, I push his dick down, down, down, my lips spreading around him until he reaches just the right point, and suddenly he's inside of me. And I thought I was close to orgasm before! My toes curl, my breath catches, my jaw hangs slack. I stare up at him wide-eyed, see his innocent features screwed up with lust, feel my pussy's grip on him so tight.

Then he pushes himself the rest of the way in.

I have to bite down to not scream out. I can't stop my head rolling on my neck, my back arching, my tits bouncing in my bra, the electricity shooting from my pussy to my nipples to my fingers to my toes. His hands clamp down on my sides just above my hips, and he guides us apart, back together.

"You're not going to fucking break me," I hiss, "Fuck me like you mean it, Alex."

Be careful what you ask for, right? Because the boy, oh my god, he fucks me like a tornado. He grits his teeth, slams into me as his grip smashes me back into him, brings his fat white cock so deep inside me that my climax wrenches itself loose and disconnects my brain and it just rolls on and on and I don't know what day it is, who's bed I'm on, what planet I'm on. At some point -- no idea how -- I find my face and tits and belly pressed against the wall, Ian's Imagine Dragons poster there ripping off the tacks and crinkling into a mess, hands flailing for purchase, ass just bouncing away against Alex's hips. He pins me down with his iron grip, fucks me harder than I've ever been fucked.

His cock impales me time and again, each arrival of his thick shaft my greedy lust fulfilled anew, and I don't want it to ever end. And yet... "One more thing," I manage to say between crying out in ecstasy.

He grunts, "What?"

"I need you to cum in me."

He loops his arm through my elbows and pins them behind my back, grabbing my chin to tilt my head up. "That can be arranged." And then the big softie kisses me, still fucking away like a freight train. I kiss him back, pushing my tongue against his, and it's not long before I feel his grip tighten and breath catch and his pace go frenetic and the silky warmth of his lust blooms inside me. Him cumming sends me into another crescendo of pleasure, the mind-melting bliss once again electrifying every fiber inside me. I dissolve into him, become nothing more than a vessel for his desire.

I wake an hour later from my nap, blinking into sudden wakefulness, alert and rested. I sit up, find the room deserted, wonder if I just dreamed it. My pussy is sore and the poster is ripped, but maybe I was just having a weird dream...

Down at the family Christmas dinner, his parents of course have sat Ian next to me. But it's Alex across the table who won't meet my gaze, who pretends to ignore me. He can't ignore my stocking-clad foot, though, sliding up his knee, pressing into his crotch. I make what smalltalk I have to, express proper appreciation to Ian's parents for hosting me and gratitude to his family for taking me in, my mind never more than a half-step away from returning to Alex and his huge fucking dick.

When he pushes away from my foot and volunteers to clear the table, I announce that I'm happy to help him.

"You don't have to," he says awkwardly.

"Nonsense," I grin, "You all have been so gracious, making me feel so welcome. It's the least I can do to return the favor."

In the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, he pulls me close to him and whispers, "What're you doing? Ian'll realize something's up if you keep acting so weird."

"You're not looking forward to our gift exchange?"

His frown deepens. "What are you talking about?"

"Tonight," I explain, grabbing his crotch through his slacks, "When you come to the guest room. I got a little something special to give you that I think you'll really quite like."

He furrows his eyebrows.

I continue, "And then you're going to give me a pearl necklace."

He gasps.

I peck him on the cheek, giggle, and flit away.