PART TWO OF THIS DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND
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clark feels pretty good about himself right now. the prettiest girl he's ever seen is going to see his dick, and he's not even nervous. he's looking up at you and everything as he feels your freshly manicured nails slide down his belly to his waistband and eventually pull down his jeans and boxers in one swoop.
so, when you go silent right as you finally get your eyes on him, it's safe to say the boy's a little nervous.
"whaâ what's wrong?" his voice is shaky, heart pounding.
you stare down at it in awe silently. your brother, the innocent boy-next-door clark, has been carrying this... this monster around with him every day? it must be seven inches, you think, and that's soft.
"what... the fuck." is all you can muster, not even touching him yet because you're frozen in shock, a hand in front of your mouth which doesn't help clark because he can't see how you feel.
your brother frowns. "say something."
"i did say something," you continue to stare. clark doesn't even think you've blinked from when you pulled down his pants to now.
"say something else." he pleads, a pout spreading across his puppy features.
and you're a good sister, you don't want your brother to frown, so you do try to get your thoughts into words.
a deep inhale. "you're... it's really big, clarkie."
"really?" clark's head tilts.
clark may be the older one, but god, is he naĂŻve.
"yes, really." you pause, then wrap your hand around him.
clark smiles, a deep rosy blush forming on the apples of his cheeks. you like him, you're accepting him.
"i wanna see something." you announce. clark gets hard from the feeling of just your hand around his cock, and it seems like he grows another inch every time you look at it.
"okay," clark smiles, leans against the wall for you to get a better angle.
you have to dig in your pocket for a little before you find it. but, right under old receipts and half empty packs of gum, there it is. a literal tape measure.
clark gulps. "is... that necessary?"
"oh, yes." you nod. "very."
you put him up against your forearm to start, and after getting hard, he's bigger than that. he ends at your wrist, which is already insane, but the number just makes it even more real.
"ohmygod," you mumble under your breath, eyes wider than clark has ever seen them.
"what?" he asks, looking up at you for more words of approval.
he has no right to be looking that innocent, you think, with that between his legs.
"it's... you're... goodness, clarkie, you're... eleven inchesâ"
"is that bad?" he bites his lip, hoping you'll say no. he wonders if you'll still do stuff with him if he asks really nicely.
"uh..." you start. "not... really...?"
not quite the no clark wanted, but it's close enough. it shows him you just might be open to persuasion, and he's known to be quite persuasive.
clark squirms a little when you touch him, even though it's just your finger ghosting over his tip.
"fâ feels different when it's someone else doing it..." he explains when you give him a puzzled look.
clark does want you to touch him, but well, you're doing it a bit strangely. your fingers glide down the veins as you lean in close to get a better look. his tip is a pale peachy pink, same as his lips, it's cute.
you don't realize you said that last part out loud until you look up at clark. he's tomato-faced and looks like he's short circuiting.
"i've never... seen one before." you blurt out.
"yâ yeah, i'd hope not..." clark looks away, having officially broken his streak of looking at you when you started studying him like a lab specimen.
"why?" you smirk. "you'd be jealous?"
clark blinks. "no, because..." think, clark, think. he doesn't come up with a real reason, just looks back up at you, communicating something silently.
using two fingers, you rub the vein on the underside of his cock. he moans, hips jumping into your soft caresses. he doesn't know whether to pull away or lean in close, doesn't appreciate the confusion because when he touches himself, it's all so simple. doesn't feel this good.
"that's sensitive?" you ask, as if you'll jot down notes about it later.
"yâ yeah..." you rub it again, this time with your thumb. "whâ ahh..." clark trembles, biting his lip.
you wrap your hand around his cock again, getting the hang of it after a few minutes. clark likes it slow, especially when you look at him while you're jerking him off.
"wow," you remark, gently pressing your thumb down lightly right under his tip.
he moans again, calls out your name as he leans his head against the wall.
you ask him, "um, what else should i do?" because you're still a little clueless. it's so familiar but different at the same time.
well, clark figures now is as good a time as any to ask.
you respond with a gasp, inching away shyly. clark mourns the loss of your soft, pretty hand on his cock. "in me?"
clark looks around. "well, yeah." who else?
"um..." you shift. usually, that'd be an immediate no. mom always warned you to not even let a boy touch you, and normally, you would be too scared of going all the way to say yes.
but clark isn't a boy, he's your brother. he's your big brother who you've known your whole life, who'll still let you sleep in his bed if you get scared and who still insists on walking you to class every day. on top of that, you'd already seen each other naked, so you supposed...
"maybe. just... um..." you glance back down. "jeez, you're really big..."
"i'll only put the tip in, i promise, just wanna see how it'd feel." clark swears, and you know your brother would never lie to you.
so after throwing your clothes back on haphazardly and, thankfully, not running into your parents on the way, you let clark take you to your bedroom.
he lies you down atop the butterfly quilt your mother made, spreads your legs and when he leans down... his lips actually touch yours.
"ah! clarkie, you kissed me!" you cover your mouth with both of your hands, all shy even though you and clark are the only two in the room.
clark pauses. "should i not... do that?" to his knowledge, kissing is to sex as breathing is to life.
"um..." you look down where you and clark were about to be connected. you stopped thinking about what you 'should' do, what was 'okay', and focused on what you wanted instead. "yes, kiss me, i want you to kiss me."
you weren't doing anything wrong, per se. it's sort of fuzzy, but you remember one of your parents saying that you should only kiss a boy on the lips if you trusted him, and how could you not trust your brother?
clark followed your lead, kissing you whenever you pulled him in, your hands threaded through his hair to bring him closer.
clark's cock pulses against you. he's just guessing, but he thinks that means it's ready to be inside. so, licking your saliva off of his lips, he asks simply, "now?"
you wiggle against him, feeling how your slick has coated every part of him that's touching you. you nod. "only the tip, remember?"
clark nods seriously, reminding himself. "uh, okay, here i go..."
his tip prods your entrance before he pushes in. it's warm and so intimate, almost as much as the kisses.
"mmm," you moan softly, wiggling your hips to feel him move in you. clark's breath hitches at this, and he stays still because he's not sure what to do now.
"um... i... uh..." he starts.
you blink your pretty eyelashes up at him, cutting off his unsure mumbles with a, "you can put it in."
"what?" clark's eyes go wide. "i... can?" he asks, because if this is some type of test, clark doesn't want to fail it.
you nod. it sounds crazy even to you. he's so big, you first thought when you saw it, that'd never fit. but now you feel all floaty and nice, fluffed pillows under your head, and you think you can take it.
"oâ okay..." clark's voice wavers with both excitement and nervousness. he never thought it'd be you, but it does make sense. you're the person who knows him best, and vice versa, he just never anticipated that you'd let him go this far. he felt good about you being each other's firsts, though. no one else would feel right, for you nor clark.
the first few inches slide in with no pain. clark moans, no, whimpers when he's in you.
"yâ you, oh," he lays his head in the crook of your neck and he's only a boy, so he pushes up further into the hot wetness. he thrusts a bit faster than he'd like but he can't help it, muttering, "that feels good." under his breath.
around six is where clark is met with a little resistance. he doesn't push it, though, enjoys what he has.
"clark," you call out in pure bliss. he's big, yes, but you're not in any pain. "more," you plead.
"can't." he frowns. he's already stretching you as is, doesn't wanna risk hurting you by giving you the whole thing.
"why?" you pull him closer, making his hair curl around your fingers as you lean into his thrusts lazily.
"won't fit," he tries again, gently pushing. yet again, it doesn't work and his tip pushes against something spongy inside you. he can't move any further.
"try againnn," you whine, sliding down in hopes that gravity will do its thing and you'll be able to take all of him, magically.
clark does try again, and again, and again, but all he accomplishes is making you squirm, your cunt squeezing around the length of him that is inside.
"can't... can't do it." clark pouts, pressing a kiss into the corner of your mouth. "sâ sorry..."
you whimper, disappointment souring the sweet moment for no more than a millisecond. "it's okay," your nails gently rake down clark's scalp, making him moan directly in your ear.
clark breaks the comfortable silence of him just fucking you for a while to say, "thank you."
"uhhâ fâ for what?" you wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes closing as you get closer and closer.
"for, um," clark grunts, holding something back. "for letting me..." he shivers when he feels your nails accidentally graze his back where he's sensitive. "y'know..."
"oâ oh," you moan, starting to feel the tingly sensation in your stomach get even stronger, tighter. "thank you... i, uh, like it tâ too..."
clark's thrusts are hard and uneven, his hand on your thigh to keep you as close as possible to him.
"do you feel that?" he asks, holding back by a thread.
you nod, nails digging into clark's skin making him whimper again. "i... i feel like i'm going to..."
clark nods, presses his forehead against yours with his hand still gripping your thigh. "mm, so do i."
you make a point to open your eyes just before you finish, meeting your brother's gaze with a small smile, your eyelids heavy with lust. you swear you feel clark's heartbeat inside you before something hot releases, makes you tighten around him one final time.
curiosity gets the better of you. "what's that, clarkie?" you whisper softly, now hugging him close with your arms and legs wrapped around him.
you speak again while clark tries to figure out what to say. "i liked it, was really..." you yawn, closing your eyes. "really nice."
clark finds himself smiling, even though he knows he should be worried about the fact that he just came inside. he isn't, though, because you're underneath him. warm, and sleepy, and happy, and he just can't bring himself to care.
besides, what are the chances you'll get pregnant from him cumming inside one time? it'll probably be fine, and that's all he needs to push the thought to the back of his mind and lay down and sleep next to you. he'll cross the next bridge when he gets to it.
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