by KT Morrison
“None, Matt, just Craig that one and only time.”
“That’s not nothing, Chloe, that hurts me.”
“It shouldn’t.”
“So you think I should let you touch Moric’s cock? Is that it?”
“If I did it doesn’t change anything about how I feel about you. It’s just his dick.”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this. You’re not making any sense.”
“Yes, I am, Einstein. I’m making a whole lotta sense, you’re just not listening.”
7
Dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. It was great to be home, to see his mom and to see Dominik, but seeing Chloe move around the familiar spaces so close to Moric made his skin crawl.
Mom’s eyes teared up when she saw him come down to the kitchen. She tried not to, tried to hold back, but that just made it worse. Her face screwed up, went red, and when he smiled at her she burst into tears. Dominik was there and he put his big hand on her back, said, “Come now, Karen.”
“I know, I know,” she said.
“Good to see you, kid,” Dominik said, hugging him with one wide-wristed arm, barbecue tongs in the other hand.
His mom acted like she was excited to see Chloe. She gave her a big, warm hug and asked her how she’d been. She was a little concerned that Chloe was so young and that she could seem a little aimless sometimes. But those were the things about her that he’d fallen in love with.
When Moric came down Chloe got self-conscious and shy, and watching her act like a little girl around him made Matt sick to his stomach.
Dominik told her to stay for dinner and he spent most of the time out on the deck over his barbecue. He was wearing Umbro shorts and Adidas sandals on his big thick feet despite the snow on the ground.
Matt and Chloe hung out with his mom and she wanted to know everything about how school was going. Moric lurked in the lounge area on the other side of the marble island. He’d chime in with helpful things like pointing out that Matt didn’t have any plans yet for when he graduated in six months.
“Leave him alone, Moric,” his mom said.
Moric laughed but it didn’t stop him. She always thought that it was good-natured, Matt never told her how scared he used to be. Never told her the mean things Moric had done to him. The time Moric shoved him down the stairs and he broke his arm—he told his mom he fell because he was wearing socks. She bought him these dumb slippers with a grippy, ugly sole and she made him wear them for a year until he threw them out. He never wanted to make it hard for her. It wasn’t an easy time when she left his dad and brought him to live with another family.
They talked about other things, too—the new artwork she’d bought, who all was coming for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Chloe got herself an invite of course.
Moric was coming around and hovering over Chloe when she would get up and do things to help his mom make dinner. He was doing it on purpose. Moric was around six-four and he dwarfed his tiny Chloe. He would come right up in her space, trap her against the counter. She barely came up to his chest and Matt was worried that he might be rubbing his big bulge against Chloe’s back. Chloe would try and ignore Moric, but she was smiling, and then he would persist and it would finally make her giggle. His mom pretended not to notice.
When dinner was ready and they all sat at the table, Moric and Dominik brought the food in on platters and served them. He felt so small, and Chloe and his mom looked so small, next to these two big Hungarian men. Moric served up the meat and when he got to Chloe he put an entire fat sausage on her plate.
He said, “That’s a big Hungarian sausage. Is that too much for you?”
“Yes,” Chloe giggled.
“You couldn’t take all that?”
“No,” she giggled again.
Matt saw his mom watching. Saw that she didn’t like it. He thought about his mom and Dominik. Wondered if what he’d said was true. Had his mom left his dad because he had a small penis? He never thought of his mom as sexual. But she was probably taking her own big Hungarian sausage, wasn’t she? When she was intimate with his stepdad, did she get aroused by the size of his big organ? Did the size of a man turn his own mother on? Fucking gross.
And what of his own little slut? His precious Chloe and her poor impulse control or her low threshold of decency. He pictured her little hand wrapped around Craig’s apparently quite big cock. Her watching her own hand stroke him until he squirted his load on his chest. What did Craig think of Chloe? Was he really her friend? Did he laugh behind her back and high-five his buddies for tricking little gullible Chloe? Or had things changed that much since he was in school—did girls give out handjobs like they meant nothing? Like the new backrub. And when she did it was it like she was with Matt in the bedroom this afternoon? Did she tease Craig, tickle his tip, run her fingers over it or did she just grip it and jerk until he went off? He felt his eyes swell again and he had to blow his nose into his napkin.
8
After dinner was done and he and Chloe helped do the dishes he took her down to the Rec room in the basement to play Xbox. Dominik had a whole setup down there. When Matt was at home this had been his favorite place in the house. Sixty-inch plasma, home theatre sound system, leather couches. The entertainment section backed into a huge open square with a full size oak pool table. Past that there was a home gym and a sauna and a hot tub.
Matt stuck with the Xbox. That’s where he was now. Balls deep in Call Of Duty, Chloe sitting next to him on the couch staring into the side of his head clutching a big pillow over her tummy. She knew he was mad and he thought it might be getting to her finally. Good. He was going to drag this one out. Make her suffer.
“Matty—”
He shushed her. He furrowed his face, focussed on fucking up some bad guys, let her see that he wasn’t in the mood.
He heard her whisper, “Whatever,” and she got up, and she walked around the room. He heard her behind him, her bare feet on the parquet square where the pool table was.
She started knocking balls around. Just flicking them with her wrist, cracking them off one another, trying to knock them into the pockets from a foot away.
He couldn’t concentrate.
“Chloe? You mind?” he said.
“What, Matt? Can’t I do anything right?”
He paused his game, looked over his shoulder at her. She was standing next to the pool table. She looked so small next to it, so small in her big T-shirt. Her face was troubled, sad, her little chin dimpled and trembling. His heart went out to her and he felt instantly bad for trying to be mean to her.
“Sorry, baby,” he said. “I love you.”
“Do you?” She meant it, her face brightened.
“Of course I do.”
“You mean it?”
“I do.”
“You still mad at me?”
“Oh, yeah. No, I’m still mad at you.” He turned and un-paused, brought out the M4 and started blasting. “But I love the fuck out of you,” he said to the screen.
Chloe kept banging balls around but he could tell she was trying to be quiet. It didn’t bother him anyway now that some of the tension had been eased out. He was mad as fuck, but there was no way he would let her go. She was his world. They would work this out.
“There she is.” Moric’s deep voice coming down the circular stairs to the basement. The tension just ratcheted up tenfold past where it was. He could literally feel his scrotum tighten up in his underwear, his testicles retreat into his body. His stomach tightened, his face clenched.
“Hi,” Chloe said, her voice so cute and high.
He could hear them behind him. They were whispering. He could hear a pool cue being drawn off the rack.
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you,” Moric said.
Matt’s fingers felt slippery on the buttons. He thought Moric was going to go out tonight, try to get laid. If he knew he was going to hang around he would have hidden with Chloe up in his bedroom.
“Matty, is
it okay if Moric teaches me to play pool?”
Fucking Chloe. She should know the answer. She should fucking know the answer is, No, it’s not okay for you to learn to play pool with my hung stepbrother. She shouldn’t have to ask. What was wrong with her?
“I don’t care,” he said.
He could hear them whispering again. He wanted to pause his game and turn around but he would not give them the satisfaction. He heard Chloe giggle and it was killing him. He found that if he looked a little to his left he could see their reflection in a framed and signed print of Boris Becker playing tennis. Dominik’s idol. As long as they were down at the one end he could see what they were doing. They were hitting balls, he knew that. Moric was giving her instructions, and she was making exasperated sounds like she was missing her shots. He was telling her she was looking fine. He saw in the reflection his little Chloe getting swallowed up by Moric as he hovered over her, hand over hand on the pool cue, guiding her shot. It looked like he was fucking her from behind.
His hands trembled and a sweat broke out over his lip. This was too much. What had become of his little Chloe?
“How’s it going, Chloe?” he said, his voice cracking.
“She’s doing great, bro. She’s got a good grip on my cue back here. She’s got the lightest touch,” Moric said. Chloe laughed.
Then Moric did something and she yelped and cackled, said, “Don’t.”
Moric laughed then, too. He said, “Hey, Matt, is it okay with you that Chloe has both her hands all up and down my cue?”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t care,” he said again, mocking Matt.
“He does care,” Chloe whispered.
“No, I fucking don’t care. She gives out free handjobs at school, so you know, what the fuck, right?”
“Matt!”
Moric laughed.
“Matt. Fuck off. That’s private,” Chloe hissed at him.
Moric said, “Are you serious?”
“No! I fucking do not. God, Matt, you’re such an asshole. I gave one to a friend last week. He’s been my friend forever. He hadn’t been with a girl in, like, I don’t know—a long time. It was no big deal. I told that to Matt in private.”
“You and I have been friends for a while now.”
“A couple hours at least,” she said.
“That’s all it takes. Just ask her for one,” Matt said, so mad that he didn’t care that the words were coming out of his mouth.
Moric said, “Chloe, I’ve been at sea for six weeks with nothing but sweaty, hairy men. You are the fucking hottest thing I’ve seen in I don’t know how long. Would you please give me a handjob?”
9
There was nothing but silence behind him. He should have heard something—like an emphatic, No, maybe a giggle, maybe a, Hey, get out of here. Or at least a nervous laugh. Laughing away his joke. Even though he knew Moric was not joking. He paused his game, looked over his shoulder, over the back of the couch again. Moric had his big hands on Chloe’s hips and he lifted her and sat her on the pool table. Chloe was smiling.
“Chloe, what are you doing?”
“Nothing, he just lifted me up here,” she said, pulling a lock of her hair across her lips and then biting it.
Moric pushed her legs apart and moved in between them. She let him, her hands moving to touch his hips.
“Moric, don’t,” Matt said.
Chloe said, “Put your hand on my tummy,” and she put her little fingers around his wrist and brought his spread out palm onto her tight middle. “Look how big his hand is, Matty.”
Moric’s hand spread right across her stomach, the palm pressed over her belly button, his fingers spreading up to her breasts and curling over her ribs.
“You’re so tiny,” he said.
“You’re so big,” she said, looking into his eyes and biting her lower lip.
Moric unbuttoned his jeans, and Chloe watched him.
“Chloe, get off there,” Matt said. He could hear Moric unzipping his fly. He moved around the couch, made his way to the pool table. Moric took out his flaccid cock and dropped it on the edge of the pool table between Chloe’s legs.
“What are you doing?” Matt’s voice came out high and anxious.
“Relax, Matty,” Moric said.
She peeked over her shoulder at Matt, hiding herself in her mane of hair. Her eyes twinkled.
“Put out your hand. Lay it flat on your thigh.”
“No,” she giggled.
Moric took her skinny wrist and pulled her arm so her hand lay flat, palm up on her thigh. He held her wrist in place, his fingers wrapping right around it. Chloe looked up and away, into the ceiling. She contorted her face, like a little kid waiting to get a needle in the doctor’s office.
“She’s my girlfriend, Moric, please—”
“It’s okay, Matty, she’s just curious. Let her feel it.”
He took his penis with his other hand and lifted it up, let it drop heavily into his Chloe’s tiny hand. She scrunched up her nose, giggled, and he saw her fingers go around it, feeling it.
“Wow,” she said, “it’s so big but so soft.”
Moric let her wrist go, said, “Go on take a look at it in your hand.”
Chloe looked down, her smile went away and she sucked her lip into her mouth. She started to stroke it a little bit, Moric’s big rubbery thing bending and squirming.
“It’s so weird. It’s like a monster’s dick. I’ve never seen one like this.”
“You think it’s scary?”
“No, it’s just so smooth and there’s, like, no head on it.”
“It’s in there. Underneath.”
“Why is the hole on the side?” she asked him. His foreskin opening was off to the side of his head.
“It’ll straighten out once you make it harder.”
“You think I’m going to make it harder for you?” she said smiling again.
“You already are.”
Matt said, “Hey, Chloe, let’s go up to my room.”
Moric snapped his fingers, pointed at Matt, said, “Give her a minute, bro.”
Chloe sat up straight, leaned forward and her other hand went between his legs and Matt could see her pulling his balls out of his underwear. She watched both her hands working him over, rubbing, tugging, squeezing and stretching.
“Chloe ...” Matt’s voice was a dry crackle. “Chloe, please—”
“Why don’t you bring yours over, she can see them together? She can maybe give us both a handjob,” Moric said.
Chloe said, “I’m not giving you a handjob.”
“Yes, you are.”
She kept smiling, her shoulders shaking from a silent chuckle. She watched his big, ugly, brown thing flop around in her little grip. “I just want to see it hard, okay, Matt?”
“Chloe, don’t ...” He rubbed his face, buried it in his palms. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Couldn’t believe she was like this. He was powerless to stop them and it didn’t seem like they were going to stop on their own.
“Pull my foreskin back so you can see the tip,” Moric told her.
She did, retracted it and looked at his small pink glans emerging from the dark brown sleeve. She stroked him until he was hard while Matt stood and watched. His cock wasn’t very long, but it was so thick it didn’t look real. It was smooth and dark, thick skinned, not the trace of a vein.
“Look how hard you made it,” Moric said.
“Your cock is way too thick,” she said. Her fingers couldn’t come anywhere near touching around the middle of his fat cock. “Look at this Matt, I can’t even get my hand around it, even if I squeeze real hard.”
Gosh, that’s great Chloe.
“Does it feel nice to have a man’s cock in your hand?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to make me come?”
“Yes.”
“Chloe, please stop ...”
“Can I show you something?” Moric asked her.
Moric leaned forward, into her, and Matt thought he was going to kiss her, but instead his hands went up her sides then back down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her sweats and her panties. He tugged them down, forcing them to scratch down her buttocks and underneath her where she was sitting. “Ow,” she said, and she lifted her butt up, holding herself up with her hands spread out on the green felt. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to see something,” he said as he got them pulled off her rump and started sliding them down her thighs. Chloe held her legs out for him, let him do it but she kept them together, her skinny knees clamped tight.
She lay back on the pool table just wearing her T-shirt now, and she put the lock of hair back in her mouth and looked up at Moric.
“What did you want to show me?”
Moric put his thumbs in between her knees and he forced her legs apart, exposing her shaved little pussy to him.
10
Moric’s big hands slid down the outside of her pale thighs, hooked her where they met her hip and he slid her down the pool table toward him until her shaved mound was at the edge of the pool table. She lay back, still watching, her beautiful hair fanned out on the pool table.
“Don’t you dare, Moric,” Matt said.
“Easy, bro. Watch.”
Moric grabbed his Chloe’s ankles and lifted her feet up to rest on the edge of the pool table. Matt was dying, being killed by her lack of resistance. Chloe’s little feet flexed, braced on the bumper edge of the table, her teeny toes pulled back. Moric pushed her knees out a bit more. He was looking down over Matt’s precious girlfriend, her bare beaver exposed to him, her pretty legs and feet pulled up, open and accepting. Moric pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, then got back to the edge of the table. He took his hard cock and laid it across Chloe’s belly, in between her legs, laying over her mound, the tip of it coming up almost to her belly button. He lifted the bottom of her shirt up, baring her tight white belly.