“What?”
“Why not?” I protested. “You say it’s my body that triggers your erection. Maybe getting satisfied from me might help you control it later.”
“You think?”
I had no idea. I was just saying anything to convince him. I moved my hand forward, inches away from it. “I don’t know. Maybe. Isn’t it worth trying? It’s just a handjob, Berns.”
“I’ve never had one before.”
I pushed him back to the bed. His cock was already stiff now, rising to the ceiling, the anticipation running too high. I grabbed it firmly with my right hand, aghast I couldn’t wrap my fingers all the way around it. I was, as I expected to be, completely fascinated by it. I was horny, too. So very horny. But also fascinated. It was of average length if I had to guess. Maybe a touch more than average. The thickness of his cock might optically disguise its accurate length. The point is it was fascinating. I can’t use that word enough to accurately describe it. It’s, no doubt, why Miss Julia couldn’t take her eyes off it. I had no idea I would like such a thing. I never considered myself a size queen. Never thought about it very much, in fact, but I loved the way Bernie’s fat cock felt in my hand. I slowly began moving it up and down. I was getting drenched.
Bernie moaned, closing his eyes. “Oh, that feels so good, Beebs,” he said.
I squeezed just a bit more and lengthened the stroke. “I love your cock,” I whispered. I felt it pulsate in my hand. I drew my other hand up to help with the task. As I stroked, staring at it, I started getting fantasies of licking it. Sucking it. I kept these thoughts secret. I couldn’t possibly share them. I picked up the pace and Bernie groaned even louder. “Let me help you cum. Then I go,” I said.
Faster and faster, I beat him off, feeling him climbing in my hand. Getting ever stiffer and hotter. I had little experience, yet I could tell he was close. “Bernie, do you want to cum on my tits?”
“Yes!” he screamed, snapping his head up to look at me. There was a hunger in his eyes. “Can I? Please?” I nodded fast, encouraging him. I wanted him to. “Thank you, Beebs. This is amazing.” And not a second later, Bernie hopped out of the bed with such enthusiasm, his cock slapped me in the cheek on the way up. I got instantly more aroused, but I pulled back just as Bernie took over, stroking himself hard and fast. I lifted my tits and the moment I had them in position he exploded. First in the center and then he aimed directly on them. I was soaked completely from left to right when it was over.
“Oh, my,” I said, dabbing some with my forefinger for a taste. I reached out with my other hand to finish stroking off his sloppy cock off. I wanted to be sure he got everything out. “Let’s hope that helps,” I smiled, winking. “My turn.”
**
The picnic was supposed to last from noon to three at Liston Park. Dinner would be at 6:30 at Ernesto’s, giving us time to freshen up in between. If I was lucky, maybe Bernie would let me stroke him off again. It was almost one before most of the guests arrived. A few others from church showed up who I wasn’t expecting. I wish Mom hadn’t invited so many extras. The cousins, Pam and Vic, were playing cornhole and I went to join them. “Uh, thanks for coming out, guys. Guess I’ll be seeing you at your day, huh? Next year or two?”
Vic turned away, mumbling something to himself. Pam spoke up, “Beebee, did you know about Bernie?”
“What about him?”
“Uh, that his dick is as thick as my arm? Vic’s been pissy about it ever since breakfast.”
I looked over to Vic. “Don’t fret it, man. Girls don’t fawn over shit like that. It doesn’t matter. anyway. Right, Pam?” She didn’t respond. “Yeah, I promise, Vic. And believe me when I say, Bernie did not want to do this today.”
“Why not?” asked Pam.
“I dunno. Do you? I know I didn’t want to.”
“Haven’t thought about it much. I haven’t even turned 20 yet.”
“Where is Bernie, anyway?” I asked. I knew he would be actively avoiding me up close.
“Over at the tables with your Mom and that guy,” pointed Vic.
At a row of picnic tables, I could see Mom, Bernie and a tall guy with dark hair. I squinted. It was Mark Tellus! Instantly, my heart dropped to my feet. I was not prepared to be naked in front of my all-time crush. Then I saw Alicia, too. She had been standing behind Mark from my angle. She was laughing and patted Bernie on the arm during a short conversational exchange. I noticed she kept dropping her head while talking, no doubt doing double and triple takes on Bernie’s cock. I hoped he was keeping it together. He’d be terribly embarrassed to pop a boner in front of Alicia.
Quickly, I checked myself over. There was some dirt on my elbow, but otherwise I was clean. I hadn’t started sweating yet. Fortunately, it wasn’t too hot out today. “Isn’t that Matt something?” asked Pam, seeing me squint. “You always had a thing for him, huh?”
I snapped. “MARK Tellus. And no, I didn’t have a THING,” I lied. I wished I had more than a ‘thing’ many times over. I wanted it to be real.
“Yeah, alright, Beebee,” grinned Pam. “You make it kind of obvious.” I rolled my eyes. “Too bad what Bernie’s packing isn’t on Mark, though. That’d be a fun ride.”
“Now you’re just being gross,” I scoffed. God forbid Pam ever discover I jerked my brother off. We’d never live it down.
A few minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I knew who it was. I’d been waiting, but anxious. Not mentally prepared. Too nervous. I turned, facing my fate and praying that Mark liked what he saw. “Hi, Beebee. Congratulations on Nude Day!” He reached in to give me a hug and I reciprocated. Of course I did! I think it’s maybe the third time we’ve hugged in our entire lives. The other two were back when we just toddlers, loving life and being kids. Way before I developed the crush.
“So how come you made it my Nude Day, but I missed yours?” It was the only question I’d prepared to ask him, hoping it would pass off as a touch flirtatious.
Mark smiled wide. “I have no idea why you didn’t get an invitation, but I had a great time. I’d be willing to do it again if it’s allowed. I’ll invite you to the that one.”
“Nuh, uh, uh!” shouted Mom, approaching from behind. “It my twins’ day today and that’s all we’re focusing on. Beebs, why don’t you give Mark a little shake?”
Like, what the fuck? I stared my mother down with laser eyes. “Not. Cool,” I mouthed. For all her conservative upbringing, why did she drop the purity act when it came to Nude Day? Why was it so important to her? I smiled up to Mark and winced a bit, before shaking twice. I was never really good at it, but my boobs jiggled a bit. “This is hardly fair,” I whispered.
“Wow, I had no idea you’d grown up so nice,” said Mark. “I absolutely love the way you carry yourself.”
Is this like the nice way of saying he loves my body? My tits and ass? The fun stuff? God, I would love for him to think about playing with my body. Every inch. I wish I had practiced that shake now. He seemed to have liked it and I could have done it better.
“Are you and Alicia coming to the dinner?” I asked.