"What the hell are you smiling for, you pervert?" Bella snapped, her voice laced with venom even as a deeper flush crept down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.
Ethan chuckled, low and lazy, his eyes shamelessly raking over her near-naked form. "Just picturing how good your hand's gonna feel wrapped around me."
Bella's jaw tightened, her short black hair slightly messy from all the earlier shifting and squirming on his lap. "Yeah, yeah. Just open your damn pants and let's get this shit over with already. I'm not here to entertain your twisted fantasies."
Ethan stood up slowly, making a deliberate show of it. He towered over her, his athletic frame relaxed and confident. His fingers went to the button of his jeans, popping it open with a soft click that somehow sounded deafening in the suddenly tense room.
He shoved the jeans down his legs and let them pool at his ankles before kicking them aside. The thick, heavy bulge in his black boxer briefs was impossible to ignore. It strained obscenely against the fabric, the outline of his cock already thick and menacing.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, paused for a heartbeat to savor the attention, and then shoved the underwear down in one smooth motion.
His cock sprang free into the open air.
A thick, meaty slap sounded as it swung out and hung heavily between his legs. Even only partially hard, it was quite big. veins pulsed along the shaft, and the fat, swollen head already glistened with a bead of precum that slowly dripped down.
The sheer weight of it made it bob and sway as it continued to harden right before our eyes, rising gradually until it pointed upward with arrogant power. It was darker than the rest of his skin, intimidating, and utterly dominant.
The room seemed to hold its collective breath.
Mom let out a soft, involuntary gasp from where she sat on Max's lap. Her eyes widened for a long moment, locked onto Ethan's massive cock, before she quickly averted her gaze, biting her lower lip hard. Her massive F-cup breasts heaved with quicker breaths inside the tight red qipao, and I noticed the way her thighs clenched together. She didn't say a word, but the flush on her cheeks deepened.
Bella flinched visibly. Her usual tomboy confidence cracked as she stared at Ethan's enormous cock. Her lips parted, but no sharp comeback came out.
"Aa!" Chloe made a soft embarrassed panic sound and buried her face against my neck, using both hands to cover her eyes. Her breath hot on my skin. Her barely-covered breasts in her bra squished tighter against my bare chest.
My own stomach twisted. Jealousy, shame, and a sick, unwanted rush of arousal slammed into me all at once. My cock throbbed painfully under Chloe's ass as I kept staring.
Ethan sat back down on the couch with a proud smirk, chest puffed out. His heavy cock swayed and slapped against his thigh before settling, now visibly thickening even more under everyone's gaze. The flushed faces around the circle told the whole story—Mom biting her lip, Chloe peeking through her fingers despite herself, even Bella's defiant glare faltering.
"Surprised?" Ethan asked, voice dripping with cocky amusement. "Don't hold back now. Come here."
Before Bella could think, he reached out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her forward. She stumbled down onto her knees between his spread legs, her face now inches away from that thick, veiny monster. Her eyes were locked on it, wide and tense. For the first time tonight my strong, loud-mouthed sister looked genuinely vulnerable. Small. On her knees.
Ethan tilted his head, grinning down at her. "Is this your first time seeing a cock this big?"
Bella looked up at him, cheeks blazing. She tried to hold her glare, but her voice came out quieter than usual. "Of course it's my first time, you asshole. What do you think?"
Ethan laughed softly. "Really? With all that attitude you throw around, I figured you'd been riding dick for years."
Bella's eyes flashed with anger, but she stayed on her knees. She swallowed hard, trying to pull her usual confidence back together. "Who the hell do you think I am? I'm not some kind of whore, okay? I don't even like you filthy men, but I can still finish you in under five minutes. We don't even need a stupid timer for this."
"Yeah, of course you can" Ethan drawled, his voice thick with that same arrogant confidence as he looked down at my sister kneeling between his legs.
Bella's eyes dropped back down to the thick, hardened cock staring her right in the face. The massive shaft pulsed in the air, veins bulging, the fat head already slick with precum. She swallowed hard, her throat working visibly as a fresh bead of saliva trailed down her tongue. For a long moment she just stared, looking unsure, almost intimidated by the sheer size and heat radiating off it.
"Hey, my boy here doesn't like to wait, you know." Ethan said with a smirk. He reached down, wrapped his own hand around the thick base, and gave his cock a slow, lazy shake right in front of her face. The heavy meat swayed and slapped lightly against his thigh, leaving a faint glistening trail of precum in the air. It was like he was inviting her—daring her.
Bella hesitated for what felt like forever, her cheeks burning darker. Then, with a quiet, frustrated breath, she finally reached up. Her small, soft hand hovered for a second before wrapping tentatively around his thick shaft. The moment her warm palm made contact, Ethan let out a low groan of approval. Her fingers looked so tiny and delicate against his girth—they couldn't even fully close around him.
I watched, frozen, as my sister started stroking him. Her hand moved slowly at first, sliding up the veiny length and back down, spreading the leaking precum until his entire cock glistened obscenely under the living room lights. Every stroke made wet, slick sounds that filled the heavy silence. My stomach twisted into knots.
To be continued...
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