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“Come on douchebag, gimme the remote!”

Connie’s voice was clear and annoyed as he held the remote out at full stretch by the other side of his body, giggling as the woman gyrated mechanically on the TV screen.

“You are so disgusting, change it!” She didn’t sound happy, and when he refused to change the channel, she tried to swipe his arm to get the remote for herself but was unsuccessful and he laughed again, much harder this time, clearly enjoying the fact that she found the topless woman so distasteful for some reason. He relaxed a little and she suddenly attempted another swipe, missed, and sat with her stern face on and her hand held open.

“One last time.” She narrowed her eyes. “The remote.”

Pete was an irritating little toad, most people thought so and not just Connie. Unfortunately there wasn’t much that she could do about it given that he was her brother. Mostly she just tolerated him, I mean, he wasn’t always irritating, just when he was bored.

Pete was very bored at the moment and was spending his time flicking through the cable channels, taking more than was absolutely necessary to work his way through the tease TV sections at the back end of the list, the fact that it annoyed Connie was an added bonus to getting to see semi-naked women.

“I’m just joking, here you go.” Finally her offered the remote to her, but snatched it away as she reached for it and stuffed it down the front of his pants.

“If you want it, take it.” He said and burst into laughter again while Connie scowled at him.

He was always like this when he got the remote.

“I mean, what do you get out of that anyway?” Connie gestured towards the TV and the bottle-blonde woman on the screen flipped from her back onto her hands and knees and started humping the air.

“It’s pretty gross, she doesn’t even have a particularly nice body.”

Pete laughed and pulled the remote out of his pants. Connie made a mental note to wipe it down before using it. He pointed it at the TV and flipped forwards a few channels, stopping at an older, slightly sagging woman wearing a pink bikini who was laying on her side staring seductively out of the screen.

“See, she looks like you.” He said and howled with laughter again.

She had spent the previous summer wandering around in a pink bikini, though she knew her body looked better than the woman on the TV did.

Connie huffed and snatched the remote, forgetting her previous desire to have it cleaned and disinfected, and flipped up more channels, revealing more girls in similar states of undress and similar gyratory poses. She was shaking her head and Pete noticed her.

“What’s your problem? It’s just like modeling, only naked and on TV.”

She looked at him. He was serious.

“That is NOT modeling! That is….rolling around while a thousand guys jerk off over you.” She continued flipping as she spoke, stopping to look at a pretty Asian girl. “She’s cute though.”

Pete giggled briefly then stared at the TV as the girl unhooked her bikini top and let it slip off. The smile drifted from his face and he was transfixed as the girl massaged her hands over her bare breasts. Connie was watching him the whole time.

“Jeez, look at your face. What are you gonna be like when you see boobs in real life?”

He spun and looked at her. He looked hurt. It almost made Connie laugh, she had always thought Pete had a funny face, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

“What do you mean ‘when’ I see some? I see boobs all the time.” He attempted a confident manner but failed miserably.

Connie did laugh this time and he looked even more hurt and his bottom lip stuck out slightly as he tried to think of the witty retort that didn’t come.

“Pete, I think we both know that you have never seen a decent naked body in real life.” She paused for a second for effect. “Male or female.” She laughed again. But noticed that he looked genuinely hurt now, and she almost felt bad for teasing him, after all it wasn’t his fault he was funny looking. After he spent the next couple of minutes staring at the wall beside the TV instead of at the pretty girl on the screen, Connie knew she had upset him, and she felt bad.

“What’s wrong? I was just messing around, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He nodded but stayed silent. Connie went back to flipping through the channels, but didn’t really find anything worth stopping for and went back to the tease stations. Something occurred to her.

“How come they don’t have guy channels like this?” She wondered aloud. Pete didn’t reply.

“I think girls would love to watch this, but I guess they’d have to be careful about what they showed. I mean, you couldn’t have a huge dick swinging around on…”

Pete got up and walked out of the room before she could finish her thought.

Ten minutes later he came back in, and to his surprize Connie was still flipping through the tease channels. He sat back down without saying anything and watched the girls flicker şişli bayan escort past, then he saw the one he liked.

“Oh, wait it’s Marianne!”

Connie stared at him.

“Marianne favorite…” Pete realized that he had shared too much information and decided not to speak any more as he felt his face flush a deep red.

He could feel Connie’s continued staring and out of the corner of his eye he could see she had a grin on her face.

“Your favorite?”

He didn’t respond.

“Do you watch this stuff a lot?”

He still didn’t respond.

“The Asian chick is my favorite.” Connie added, still grinning. “She reminds me of myself.”

Pete was still flushed. “She’s called Aimee.” He could feel the couch tremor as Connie laughed hard, and he couldn’t help but feel the giggles rise in his stomach too.

“Stop it…I…” His voice cracked and he burst into laughter. The two watched each other as they laughed, their mouths wide open and their shoulders shaking. Soon, tears filled their eyes and they both struggled for breath. Connie spoke first.

“Oh Godddd…you are such a goof…”

Slowly they both regained their composures, which was punctuated by shorter laughing fits, and when the tears had been wiped away and the aching cheeks had got most of the feeling back, Pete suddenly jumped in with a question.

“Do you…” He thought about the question. “Have you ever been worried about something, that you’re not good enough for…”

He paused again and thought hard about what he was asking.

“Sometimes guys worry about stuff…”

Connie understood.

“Don’t worry too much about it, as long as…everything works.”

She had the feeling that she wasn’t quite able to explain it to him properly, and took a deep breath while she thought about it.

“I’m sure everything is fine. You know? I mean, I’m sure it must work if you spend all your time watching this stuff on TV!”

The joke didn’t quite hit, and Pete looked at his feet, embarrassed.

“Have you ever showed it to anybody?” She asked. He shook his head, his eyes still staring downwards.

“It can’t be that bad…” Suddenly Connie felt lost for words, and at the one time she really needed them. She thought about offering to get one of her friends to look at it for him, but that sounded like a ridiculous idea as it replayed back in her head. They sat in silence as the girl on TV gyrated and thrashed around on the bed like a landlocked fish. She surprized herself when she suddenly spoke without realizing she was going to.

“You could show me. I promise I won’t laugh.” She wasn’t sure where those words came from and she hoped he’d say no. It seemed like several minutes before he responded.

“Y-you promise?” Still no eye-contact.

“Of course.” She still hoped that he wouldn’t.

But he did. He slipped his thumb into his waistband and pulled the front of his trousers and pants down slightly, his penis sat there on top of his testicles. He was right, it looked smaller than normal, but Connie had a thought.

“It’s fine. But you’re nervous too, right? If this is the first time that anybody has seen it, you’re bound to be nervous until you’re comfortable.”

He sat there with the front still pulled down. Connie felt a little uncomfortable herself but she didn’t want to say anything to upset him, so she sat there and stared at it. It was chubby and she stifled a giggle.

“You just need confidence, and to show it to more people. The more you do it the better you’ll feel.”

Pete continued to stare downwards and she wasn’t sure if he had even heard her. He reached out and touched it with his finger and it flopped over onto it’s other side, which made Connie really have to fight the giggles. This time Pete noticed, and she defended herself as she began to chuckle.

“I swear it’s not you, it’s how it flops around…” And with that she started laughing again.

Pete felt hurt at first, but then he began to laugh too, and as he did his penis jiggled about, making Connie laugh more.

“Oh my God, I swear it’s the funniest thing, and look, it got bigger, see? Confidence!”

She was right, it had – marginally – gotten a little bigger. The wrinkles had smoothed out from the sides and it laid properly over his testicles without pointing into the air like it had before. Pete had relaxed and everything was at the normal resting size.

“But is it too small?” He asked.

No, it looks fine, and besides which, I’m sure it gets bigger still.”

It did, he knew that, and usually when he watched his favorite, Marianne, though at the moment he wasn’t feeling like it could ever grow properly under such conditions, what with another person in the room. Size wasn’t his only fear though.

“But what if I can’t…you know, when I need to.” His penis started to wrinkle again as he thought about it. Connie noticed it too. She felt a flash of adrenaline and became aware of a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Is şişli escort this who you usually watch when you…do stuff?” She asked, noticing him staring at the TV again.

He nodded.

“Show me.” She said, and he looked at her, confused.

“Consider it practice, to build your confidence.”

He kicked his pants down, and pinched the end of his soft cock between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it lightly but nothing happened. He wrapped his hand around it and massaged it with his fingers, then slipped his hand back and forth slowly, but it stayed soft, and he looked embarrassed. Connie tried to comfort him.

“Relax or you’ll never manage it. Tell me what you think about when you do it.”

He looked up at the screen and thought for a second and the images flashed past his eyes.

“Her boobs mostly, they’re amazing. I think about them being right in front of my face, and sucking her nipples while she strokes me”

He continued rubbing, but if it was getting any bigger he couldn’t feel it, so he carried on his fantasy.

“Then she lays down next to me and stretches her arms over her head and I stroke them and squeeze them and kiss her nipples.”

The warm feeling in Connie’s stomach continued and she heard the excitement in his voice as he described his fantasy.

“Have you honestly never seen any in real life?” Connie asked delicately, not wanting to upset him again. He shook his head and secretly felt any momentum drain away as the shame replaced it.

Connie knelt up on the couch and crossed her arms around her body, then in one smooth lift, her t-shirt came off over her head as her arms straightened above her. Pete had stopped rubbing and was sitting still, staring as his sister straightened her long black hair.

“You’re gonna have to see a pair at some point, might as well be now. Do you know how to unhook a bra?”

He shook his head, his startled face reminded Connie of a chimp and she giggled again.

“This is a front-loader, just hook your fingers either side of the middle bit…”

He wiped his sweating hands down his t-shirt and, with shaking hands, he pushed his index fingers inside the black bra next to the clasp, and pressed his thumbs against them.

“Now,” Connie continued, “push together slightly and lift apart. That works for the ones that fasten behind as well.”

It took him a couple of pulls, but eventually he found that the bra came loose. He didn’t let go right away, just held the cups and looked into her eyes to see if this was going to be some horrific joke at his expense. Connie smiled at him, no doubt sensing his fears.

“Go on, open it.”

He did, slowly. He felt his breath come in short bursts and thought that he felt little prickles of sweat form on his forehead as he watched from what seemed like the other side of the room as a thin sliver of her honey colored skin opened up. He watched as the lower curves of her breasts appeared and noticed how her skin darkened ever so slightly around these areas. Then, her nipples came into view, they were soft and dark browny-pink in color and looked to him much better than the ones on TV, even Marianne’s nipples, which he felt he loved dearly. He lowered his arms and massaged the fabric of the bra with his thumb as he stared at Connie’s beautiful breasts. This was way better than he had imagined.

“You like?” Connie asked, and he nodded in reply.

“Anything happening down there?”

He sat with his back against the arm of the couch and regarded his penis. It had shrunk again and sat wrinkled and buried. Connie took his left hand and placed it over her right breast, and Pete could feel her soft nipple under the hot palm of his hand. He stroked it gently with his fingers and as it started to harden so did he. Connie watched as his soft little cock grew slowly at first, and then as he gently played with it it stood up on end and looked much larger than before. It was still fairly small, but she didn’t mention it, just smiled at him as he took it in his right hand again and rubbed it slowly.

She sat back and watched him as he opened his legs and stroked himself. His balls jiggled around and Connie smiled. In truth this was the first time she had seen a penis in real life too, aside from on the internet, and that time she and a group of friends had gone to a nudist beach as a joke, only to flee when a naked old guy with an enormous Johnson tried to hit on them. She had certainly never watched anybody masturbate in real life before, and she thought it looked quite pleasant.

Pete stretched his legs out either side of Connie, who was still kneeling and watching him. His eyes moved from breast to breast, then up to her eyes and lips, then back to the breasts again.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked.

“Sucking your nipples.” He said, his courage had risen as quickly as his cock had. “Your lips around my hard cock, sucking me and licking my balls.”

Connie laughed to herself, he was talking like the guys on the chat mecidiyeköy escort sites she went on sometimes. Those guys always had huge cocks, but Pete’s wasn’t as large and angry as theirs were. Pete’s cock looked like a cute little cartoon.

She sucked her tongue and leaned forward, then pushed a little drop of spit out between her lips and watched as it dropped and landed on the tip of his cock, then ran down the side. He moaned and rubbed it in with his hand as he went back to staring at her breasts.

‘Might as well do something’, she thought to herself, and she started pinching her nipples between her fingers and rolling them around until they stood rigid and a tingling feeling made her breasts feel hot to touch. She leaned over and picked Pete’s hand up and placed it over her breast again.

“Feel how hot it is…”

He moaned again and took his hand away from his cock and placed it over her other breast. His thumbs flicked her nipples and she liked how it felt and told him so. His cock stood firm, twitching rhythmically but not going softer.

“Rub it for me.” He said and took his hand away, leaving his wet cock standing there.

“Ew, no way.”

They both stared at it, but as it began to get soft again, Connie reached out and took it in her hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze and she felt it harden in her hand, and she noticed that it wasn’t much longer than her hand was wide, maybe half as long again at most. She stroked it slowly as he ran his hand lightly over her breasts. She found that she was able to stroke all the way from his soft balls all the way to the tip and back, and he moaned in appreciation.

She leaned in and pressed her nipple against his lips, he opened his mouth and sucked it inside and licked the rigid point with his tongue. It felt hotter than it had in had in his hand, but felt nice against his lips. He cupped the other breast and then rested his hand on the inside of her leg, just above the knee.

Connie warned him a little.

“Don’t go too high, we can’t do that…” He hummed to say okay and the vibrations felt good to her.

She was getting the hang of it she thought, his cock was warm and hard in her hand and he showed no signs of softening at all. She liked how his lips felt and he loved her breasts pushing against his face, and the two were so involved that they didn’t hear the knocking on the door, they didn’t hear the door handle being tried and the door opening, and they didn’t hear the footsteps coming down the hall.

The first they knew of it was when the door of the lounge started to open. They both jumped up and when the door was fully open they were both standing stock still, Pete bottomless with his penis shrinking rapidly, and Connie topless with her nipples even firmer than they had been before.

“What the fuuuuuuuck were you two doing?”

It was Laura, Connie’s best friend. The expression on her face was a mixture of glee that she had finally caught Little Miss Perfect doing something bad, and confusion that she had caught her doing it with her brother. Her annoying brother, more to the point. The brother who had spent the previous summer following them and their friends around Connie’s house staring at their bodies in their bikinis, the brother who had tried to burst in on them naked while they were changing so many times that she had lost count. The brother who she was sure had stolen her panties the last time she had slept over. She shuddered to think what he had done with them. Or to them.

“Seriously though, what are you two doing?” It suddenly dawned on her that she was looking at Pete’s little penis, and with a laugh she spluttered,

“Pete, is that the nine inches you promised me?”

Pete looked ashamed and diverted his eyes downwards and Connie felt angry.

“Don’t be so cruel, okay?” She said, and in an attempt to explain what they had been doing she added, “He’s sensitive about it. I was showing him that it doesn’t matter…showing him that confidence…” she trailed off.

Pete slumped back onto the couch and Laura noted the look in his eye, suddenly she felt bad for the kid. He was so funny-looking that she doubted he would ever get to show it to another girl.

“I’m sorry, okay. Pete?”

He nodded but didn’t look up.

“But this?” She directed it towards Connie, who shrugged and looked more than a little ashamed herself.

“We didn’t…” Connie said, “…we just…touched, that’s all. I wasn’t going to…”

Pete looked at Connie and then dropped his eyes again. Laura got the impression that he was very disappointed to hear it, and she felt a pang of guilt.

“I’ll go, and I promise I won’t tell anyone. If you guys want to continue…”

Connie was shaking her head, and besides that Pete’s penis was small and wrinkled now and she very much doubted if he’d be able to continue. Connie bent down and picked up her t-shirt and tossed Pete his pants, and he had begun to pull them on when Laura spoke again.

“Okay, I have an idea. Pete, I’m sorry for laughing at you, and I want to help you – not in that way – but if it helps you can leave your pants off for a while. If confidence is your problem then you should get used to girls seeing you naked. We’re girls right?”

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