He sucks in a breath. “I’m just gonna say this once, so we get it out there. We’ve like, measured ours before. When drunk. All brothers do.” He throws his head back as if he’s talking to the ceiling. “Kef me, I can’t believe I’m saying this. But my penis isn’t small, Helen. I’m bigger than Kas and Adiron. A cock just looks different when it’s hard than when it’s soft.”
“Which is why I want to see it,” I tell him eagerly. “And I don’t care how big Kas or Adi are. I’m not interested in seeing theirs.” I want to reach out and touch it, but I don’t have permission so I just give him hopeful looks.
Mathiras looks tortured for a moment. Then, with a sigh of resignation, he gives his head a little shake and starts to unbuckle his trou. “Can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, trying to be helpful. “I’ll go slow.”
That makes him pause. He looks down at me, and a smile tugs at his lips. Then he leans in and kisses me. “I think you might be my favorite person, Helen.”
I know he’s mine, but I love hearing that from him. I squirm with pleasure, clasping my hands in front of me so I don’t touch anything just yet. I drop to my knees so I can get a better look as he tugs his clothes down, and Mathiras makes a startled noise. Sure enough, even before he hauls his underclothes down his thighs, I can see an enormous, long bulge pressing against the front of the fabric. That doesn’t match with my earlier views of him, where he had a dangling, short sausage that just flippity-flopped when he moved.
This looks far, far more interesting. I hold in my breath as it springs out from his underclothes, pointing right out at me. From my vantage point on the ground, it’s practically in my face. Fascinated, I stare. My goodness, it’s definitely a lot bigger than it was before. I remember seeing that it was a darker shade of blue in the past, with little striations on it, but now those striations have filled out and look like ribbed ridges that cascade down the length of him. The head is prominent and slightly paler than the darker shade of the rest of him, and his balls have tightened into a rounded pairing clasping the bottom of his shaft, like they’re trying to draw up inside his body. They look big, but no longer quite so droopy. His spur looks the same, but a lot less pokey now that it’s paired up with a much-pokier-looking cock. “Everything looks completely different,” I say, amazed. “And it just grows hard because you’re aroused? Does it deflate when you’re done playing with it?”
He makes a choked sound. “It’s not a balloon. It gets softer, but it takes time for it to go back down. It gets hard because there’s a lot of blood rushing to this area and making it stiff. When the blood stops gathering here, it goes back to normal.” And to my delight, he reaches down and gives himself a light stroke.
I gasp and he goes still.
“Wait,” I breathe. “Do it again.”
CHAPTER 38
MATHIRAS
I can’t believe I just did that.
Keffing breaths away from Helen’s face, and I’m stroking my cock. I should stop. I should tell Helen we’re moving too fast, but she looks so delighted and fascinated by me touching myself that I slide my hand down my shaft again, applying pressure and giving the tip a hint of a squeeze.
Her eyes go even wider. “It’s leaking.”
“That’s…pre-cum. You know like when your pussy gets wet when you get aroused? This is my version.” And kef me, am I aroused.
She looks up at me. “But why?”
As if I know? Anatomy just does what it does. But I can guess the basics and explain them to her. “It’s so it can get slick when I go inside you. It makes it easier if I’m big and you’re small.”
Helen shifts in her seat and leans forward. “What’s it taste like? In the vids—”
“Forget the vids,” I tell her again. “They’re overreacting and making everything a big deal because they’re performing. They take everything to extremes. Real sex is nothing like that.”
“What’s it like?” she asks, her voice achingly soft as she gazes up at me. “Have you had a lot of real sex?”
“Not recently,” I admit. “But I had a few wild years when I was younger.” The urge to do anything irresponsible disappeared the moment my brothers boarded the Little Sister, and then when we had Zoey, there was just no time or opportunity. I don’t mind. It’s an animalistic sort of craving, and for me, it’s been easy to dismiss…except for when it comes to Helen.
She distracts the kef out of me.