by KT Morrison
“You sure? I look like I’m wearing my pyjamas.”
“It’s fine, baby.” He kissed her cheek. “Come on, let’s go say hi, grab a bite. I’m starving.” He buttoned up his shirt but left it untucked and held his bedroom door open for her.
The hall was quiet now, the pounding death-metal turned off. They walked down the hall towards the stairs but Matt felt an air of dread, like something wasn’t right. When they got even with Moric’s room he saw that his bedroom door was open. He could see in there that Moric’s bathroom door was open, too, his mirror fogged up from his shower. Chloe was peering into the bedroom as they walked by. Just keep going, Chloe, please keep going.
“That Matt?” He heard Moric’s deep voice from the room. He froze, his stomach tightened. Please, no.
“There he is,” Moric said, coming and standing in the door frame, filling it up. He was completely naked, his thick uncircumcised cock swinging against his leg.
Moric was a big kid and now he was twenty-four he’d really bulked up but had lost all his baby fat. He was lean, but he had broad shoulders and a big muscular chest.
He leaned against the door frame and shook his long, wet, black hair out of the way. His eyes went up and down Chloe, a mean smile growing across his face.
“This your girl?”
“Hi,” Chloe said, and Matt could see she was blushing.
“Hey, sweetie,” he said, staring into her.
Please, don’t look down, Chloe. “Hey, man,” Matt said, “think you could cover up?” His voice seemed a little higher than it should and he cleared his throat at the end of his question.
“Just a cock, bro,” he said, not taking his eyes off Chloe, “she’s probably seen a hundred of them.”
She giggled, said, “Hey, I have not,” blushing again.
He smiled wide, mean, charming her.
“So, you’re Moric?” Chloe said, looking up at his big stepbrother through her eyelashes.
He got off the frame and took a step to her, lazy and cool. Matt could see her looking between his legs, seeing how big he was down there. “Yeah,” he said, “what’s your name?”
“I’m Chloe,” she said, biting her lower lip and then holding her hand out for him nervously.
He took her hand between his thumb and forefinger, all four of her fingers disappearing under his huge thumb. “What are you doing with my stepbrother?”
“C’mon, Moric,” Matt said.
“I don’t know. We’ve been going out for two years.” She was still biting her lip, being bashful. He could see her eyes dart around Moric’s body, taking him in, sneaking another peak at his penis.
“Chloe, don’t look,” Matt said.
“I’m not,” she said, sounding stressed.
“Give her a break, Matty,” Moric said and he stepped back to lean on his door frame.
“Why don’t you seriously just go put some pants on—we’re going downstairs to find mom.”
“Just let her look, crybaby. See, she wants to.” He nodded to her, “It’s okay, Chloe.”
“I’m not looking,” she giggled and she held her hand out to block her view of his penis.
“C’mon, Chloe,” Matt nudged her to move but she stayed put.
“Let her see what a man has between his legs, she’s probably getting tired of your little butter bean.”
“I love his little butter bean,” she said, her hand still blocking the view, her eyes looking up at the ceiling. But she had a smile plastered on her face.
“Chloe, you’re being an idiot. Let’s go,” he said.
“Matt, no, I’m not an idiot,” she said, turning on him, her brow furrowed, her eyes mad.
“Matt, don’t be such an asshole to your girlfriend. You’re embarrassing her. Come here, Chloe,” he said and he held his hand out to her. She looked over her shoulder at Matt, then reached out and took Moric’s hand.
“Sure,” she said, doing it to hurt him.
“That’s it, let’s go into my room and we’ll all catch up. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay, come on, Matt,” she said over her shoulder, Moric’s big muscular hand on the small of her back.
Moric said, “He thinks he’s such a big shot because he goes to Harvard—you noticed that?” It made Chloe laugh.
“I know,” she giggled.
“Come on, guys. Moric, Chloe,” he said, following after them.
Moric led her into his bedroom, looked at Matt, then closed the door in his face, close enough to bump his toes. Matt could hear him laugh on the other side and then the sound of the lock being turned.
5
Matt could hear Moric’s low voice in there saying something and laughing. Then he heard Chloe giggling.
He banged on the door three times with his fist, “Hey, fucking open up,” again his voice going higher than he’d like.
Chloe yelped and then he heard her giggling away like she was being tickled.
Matt pounded harder, yelled, “Chloe, open the fucking door!” his voice frantic.
The door opened, Moric standing there, his face angry. He was still naked, his genitals swinging. “Calm down, Sally. Jesus Christ.” He turned and walked away, left the door open for him.
Chloe was sitting on the end of Moric’s bed watching Moric walk naked toward her. She was chewing on her lip. Looking but trying not to look like she was looking. Moric came and sat right next to her, their hips touching.
“Let’s catch up, Matt,” he said.
Matt looked at him, so huge sitting next to his petite girl. He leaned back on the bed, his hands out behind him. His legs were together, his huge cock and balls laying in his lap. Matt walked into the room and went to Moric’s dresser across from the bottom of the bed, sat back against it, facing them.
Every part of him wanted to just take the two steps across the room that would get him close enough to kick him right in the face. Then he’d like to grab his bratty girlfriend by her wrist and drag her out of the room.
Moric had beat the shit out of him about a thousand times. Matt hadn’t got any stronger in the last few years. Moric definitely had. He was more intimidating than ever. Matt chewed his own lip now thinking about trying to kick his stepbrother, having Moric grab his ankle after he missed and throw him to the floor, then lay on him, spit in his face or grab his own arm and make him punch himself. What would Chloe think? How would she like to see her ineffectual boyfriend laying on the floor with his stud stepbrother over him, dominating him? Moric could make him cry. Cry right in front of Chloe. Moric had made him cry a lot.
“So, where do you live?” Chloe asked him.
“All over. I just move around to where the work is. Mostly live out of motels. Pick up a contract and then move on. Usually I live out on a ship or on a platform.”
“What’s that?”
“I weld. Out at sea. Underwater. I go out and live where I’m working. Like on a oil platform.”
“Oh, wow.” She was flirting with him. Not on purpose. She was twisting a lock of hair around her finger, cocking her head, making eye contact.
“I just got here this morning. Drove straight from Baton Rouge—twenty-one hours.”
“You must be so tired,” she said, her eyes wandering.
“Nah. I’m on fire—I was at sea for six weeks straight, twelve hour days, no days off. Cooped up in those tight spaces that long, nothing but a bunch of other dick-swinging dudes—I got money in my pocket and I’m horny as fuck. I just want to get crazy this weekend.”
“Sounds like a terrible way to live,” Matt said.
“Just made fifty-grand in six weeks. Not too bad. I’ll take the conditions.”
“Fifty-grand?” Matt said, dubious.
“Lots of overtime, danger pay, and we were real far offshore. All that means more—” running his fingers together making the sign for money.
“How dangerous is it?” Chloe asked him, tilting her head, playing with her hair.
“Water and electricity are a bad match.
Guys die. Long hours equals mistakes eventually. Hopefully not too big a mistake. You can get the bends. Get pinched in equipment, fall off the platform if it’s windy enough. When you’re so far out from shore you don’t get emergency care. No doctors or nothing to save your life.”
“Wow,” she said again, looking at his big hands.
“So, what do you do, Chloe?”
“I’m still in High School.”
“Damn, you look so grown up. How old are you?”
“I’m eighteen,” she said.
Matt said, “She got left back a year.”
She looked at him, she was unhappy. Even Moric looked at him funny. It was a stupid, unnecessary thing to say.
“How’s school, Matty?”
“Fine.”
“Can’t believe my dad is sending you there. You know how much it costs for him to go to that jerkoff factory?”
“Is it a lot?” Chloe asked.
“What is it, Matty? I think it’s, like, sixty-grand a year or something it costs him. Think of that opportunity cost. Think of all the money you could be making right now. You better come outta there a doctor or something. Be a Wall Street billionaire.”
Chloe said, “He doesn’t know what he’s going to do yet.”
Moric laughed, said, “Good old Matty.”
“My grades are excellent.”
“My grades are excellent,” Moric repeated in a mocking nerd voice, then adjusted an imaginary bow-tie.
Chloe laughed.
“There’s a lot I can do when I graduate.” He could see Chloe looking between Moric’s legs. Getting a good look at his freakish cock. Every time Moric would look to Matt he could see her eyes go up and down his body. But now she was frozen on his manhood.
“Chloe. Hey, I can see you looking at it.”
“So? It keeps moving around on its own,” she laughed. “It keeps, like, getting longer, then shrinking up a bit. It’s like there’s something living under his skin.”
“You’ve never seen a foreskin before?” he asked her.
“No, what’s that?”
“Touch it. Touch the tip.” He tilted his hips and his cock slid off his scrotum toward her.
“Chloe, don’t you dare.”
“Go on, Chloe,” Moric urged her.
“Chloe—”
“I’m not. Can I take a picture of it?”
“Sure.”
“It’s just so smooth. It looks like a fat rocket ship. It is the biggest one I have ever seen,” she said and worked her hand into the pocket on her sweats looking for her iPhone.
“Do not take your phone out, Chloe,” Matt said. He tried to sound as stern as he could. She stopped, but he could see she was still holding on to it in her pocket. She wasn’t giving up.
“Does Matty have a little one?” Moric asked her.
She smiled, looked to Matt.
“That’s why his mom left his dad.”
“Your dad has a big one, too?” she said.
“Chloe,” Matt tried to get her attention—this was getting out of control.
“What? Is that true?” she asked Moric.
“That’s what my dad says. Yeah, his mom said his dad had a baby carrot down there,” he said leaning into her and making her giggle.
“Fuck you both,” Matt said. He got off the dresser and left the room. He felt strong at first, buoyed by his anger, but by the time he made it to the door his stomach started to tremble and he felt like he could burst into tears. It was too late to stop, change his mind and turn around. He felt his eyes tear up a little, swell. What if she didn’t follow? What if she stayed in his brother’s bedroom? If he turned right now and told her to follow him, tried to act strong, he knew he’d lose it. His voice would crack, the tears would come and Moric would laugh at him.
“Matty, hey, Matty,” Chloe was behind him, coming after him. He could hear her soft, bare feet on the polished wood floor.
He didn’t know what he would do if she had stayed.
6
Matt ran into his room and threw himself onto his bed. He lay on his stomach, folded his hands under his chin and tried not to cry. Chloe was right behind him, coming in and closing the door.
“Matt, come on. Calm down. We were just playing around.”
“Could you make a bigger deal of his cock?”
“What? Matt ...”
“What, he has a big, dreamy cock?”
“Well, yeah, I’ve never seen one like that, I was just curious.”
“Mine is the only one you should ever look at,” he said, hating the sound of his own weak and whiny voice.
“Matt, I love yours,” she said and he felt her hand rubbing his back, her knee up on the bed next to him.
“Why the fuck would you want a picture of it? What the fuck is wrong with you? What would you do with that?”
“Nothing. I’d just show my friends.”
He rolled over, looked her in the eye. “That’s sick, Chloe. I can’t believe you would even, like, acknowledge his dick to me.”
“If I had a sister with big tits and you saw them and said she had big tits, I’d, like, say, Yeah, she does have big tits.” She grabbed her bare breasts through her T-shirt, “But you still love my little titties don’t you? Well, your stepbrother has a pretty huge cock.” She lifted her big, baggy T-shirt up and put it over his head like a tent. He was face to face with her pretty breasts over his face. She worked her chin through the neck hole and now they were eye to eye, both in there together.
“Breasts and penises are not the same, Chloe,” he said.
“Matty, don’t be mad, I love your little penis.”
“It’s not little.”
“No, it’s not. It’s perfect. And it’s my favorite penis in the whole wide world, baby.”
“Do you have rankings? Who has your second favorite penis?”
She kissed him to shut him up.
He was still mad, though. Still mad that she was so unashamed to be sexual with another man. To not think that what she’d done was a big deal.
“Please tell me you understand why I’m mad at you, Chloe.”
“I don’t, Matt.”
“How can you not see this?”
“See what? I love you, Matt. You’re my guy for sure. Doesn’t mean that his dick was small and boring. He had a big dick. So what?”
He was incredulous. “You were going to touch it.”
“So? So what if I touched it? Do you think I’d stop loving you when my fingers made contact with his skin?”
“What if I stopped loving you when they did?”
“You wouldn’t. Matt, you’re being dramatic, baby. Stop being the Taliban, or whatever they’re called. If I touch a dick it doesn’t change our relationship.”
He looked up into her beautiful green eyes over his. He felt sick. “You make it sound like you might have touched one.”
She didn’t answer him, just kept looking into him.
“Chloe?”
“Now I’m afraid to talk to you cause you’re gonna overreact.”
“Chloe, what the fuck? Did you touch some guy’s dick?”
“Just one.”
“One? The proper answer is zero, Chloe. What are you telling me?” He sat up, lifting her with him, and struggled to pull himself out from under her shirt. She was straddling his hips and she was trying to hug him, hold him to her.
“Chloe, let me go.”
She threw herself onto her back on the bed next to him, looked away. Matt leaned on an elbow, loomed over her. She looked up at the ceiling, turned her head, rolled her eyes. He sat up.
“Chloe, what are you telling me?” Matt grabbed her tiny wrists and pulled her up to face him. Her head lolled on her neck, avoiding eye contact. “Chloe?”
“It was honestly nothing.”
He shook her shoulders, trying to get her full attention. “What did you do, Chloe?”
“I gave Craig a handjob.”
“What? Craig—your friend Craig?”
“Matt, it was nothing. We didn’t have sex. He didn’t touch me at all. I just helped him out.”
“Nothing? Chloe, you jerked off another guy?”
“It’s not that big a deal, Matt, maybe cause you’re older—”
“Older—I’m only four years older—”
“Yeah. Exactly. I don’t know. It’s really nothing. It doesn’t mean anything.”
He looked down at her, his heart breaking. “How did it happen?”
“He asked me to.”
“That’s all it took?”
“He’s been my friend forever. He’s hard up right now. He hasn’t had a girlfriend in a long time.”
“So he asked you to jerk him off and you did?”
“We didn’t have sex, Matt. I kept my clothes on the whole time. Like I said, he didn’t even touch me.”
“You made him come?”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed the heel of his hand hard into his eye sockets, wishing he could start this whole day over again. “Holy shit, Chloe. He came in your hand?”
“No, I jerked it into his chest, Matt.”
“Oh, my God.” He let her go, he was reeling. He put both his palms up over his forehead. “Did he have a big one, too?”
“It’s pretty big. Not like Moric’s, though. That was huge.”
“And you watched it in your hand? You watched it come out of him?”
“I guess I did.”
“And you don’t see that makes me mad?”
“Maybe you just don’t really know how I feel about you. It doesn’t mean anything because I love you so much.”
This was just unbelievable. She was incapable of grasping the enormity of her action. She couldn’t see how much of a violation that was, how deeply it hurt him.
“Did you get turned on?” he asked her.
She thought a moment, reluctant to answer. She looked around his room, twisting her lips up, biting the inside of her mouth. “Maybe a little, but I didn’t want to. And I didn’t do anything about it.”
“Jesus Christ, Chloe.” He rubbed his eyes again, digging his fingers in and pressing into them. “How many other guys have you jerked off while I was at school?”