The Thrilling Humiliation of Tommy by the Cousins

Chapter 82

For some reason, the kid had popped some pills and decided to show off, we still didn't know the real reason, but we'd already figured out he was lying straight to our faces. What we discovered was that those meds help with getting hard, but they don't keep the dick rock-solid all the time, no. If we were two normal adults, we'd just laugh it off and let it go, but nah, we wanted to mess with his life a little. Horny for him specifically? Not much, almost none. But horniness was something Mariana and I had plenty of, for anything.

Up to that point, we hadn't decided on anything solid, so it was Mariana who came up with the plan. She hugged me from behind, her hands cupping my tits over my shirt right in his face, and whispered in my ear, her hot breath giving me one of those shivers.

"What do you have in mind, cousin?"

I had no clue, I confess, my head was just spinning with anger and curiosity.

"Let's give him a good thrashing, I don't know," I said quietly, trying to imagine something worthwhile.

Mariana loved it, because she just launched right into action in front of me, like always. She got close to him, who was shirtless and holding his dick through his shorts all embarrassed. And from the looks of it, the thing had gone soft quick from fear.

"Come here, kid, what's your name?"

She knew his name perfectly, she just wanted to bully him, humiliate the poor guy.

"Tommy."

"Tommy? That's a dog's name, who the fuck gave you a dog's name?"

Right then I got worried about where Mariana was going with this, because if the kid told Aunt Katia, who already didn't like her mom, it'd start a full-on family war, gossip everywhere.

"What's your fucking name?"

"Thomas!"

"There, much better, from now on you're not letting anyone call you Tommy anymore, you hear me?"

Mariana had the tip of her finger almost shoved in the kid's eye, who was standing there, shirtless and shrunk up. I felt a heat rise, a mix of fear of shit hitting the fan and that thrill of seeing her in control, because deep down I loved when things turned into chaos.

"Lie down on that bed, I want to see that dick."

Tommy opened his mouth to complain, like "hey, hold on," but Mariana didn't give him time to even breathe. With a little shove, she slammed the kid onto the bed at once, and he fell back, with the soles of his feet still on the floor, legs spread unwillingly. It looked like a ridiculous scene, but I felt a heat rise, because seeing Mariana bossing like that gave me that good feeling of "look at that, we're in control now."

She, who seemed possessed with rage—but I knew it was more filth than anger—gave a hard yank on his shorts, and his dick sprang out, swinging in the air like it had a mind of its own.

"Don't cover that dick, didn't you want to show it off? Now we want to see that cock," she said, turning to me over her shoulder, hiding a naughty smile behind that angry face. "Come on, Jully, come see his little dick."

And I did, trying to hold back from laughing out loud, but I confess I was fucking curious. He seemed to have something usable down there, and it wasn't ugly, just too young, with that smooth, bland skin of someone who still doesn't know what to do with what he's got. It could be fun, and that I have to confess, it'd be a shitload of trouble if someone knocked on the door right now.

When I got close, I saw it clear: he had one of those dicks that go soft but stay big, you know? It was long, flopped to the side, half-hard, with the pinkish head peeking out, throbbing slowly like it was waking up.

"Huh, Tommy..."

"Thomas," Mariana cut me off quick, with that firm voice, glancing at me like she was saying "remember the plan, cousin."

"The dick wasn't supposed to be hard? You lied to us... I thought I'd see it stiff."

I looked at him with a disappointed face, voice sly and fake, pretending a sadness almost for real, like "aw, what a letdown, kid." Deep down, I was loving seeing him there, red, not knowing where to hide his face.

"What a letdown, huh, cousin? What if we make him take the whole pack?"

"I don't know, cousin..."

We kept saying that nonsense to each other, ignoring him on purpose, and his dick started showing signs of life, throbbing harder, gaining size bit by bit, like it was listening to the talk and decided to join the fun. But the most interesting part was the vibe between me and Mariana: both of us wanting to grab it, I saw that spark in her eyes, and she saw it in mine, but neither started, waiting for the other to make the first move, like that silly competition we always did.

Until I couldn't take it anymore and said quietly, looking at the door:

"Is the door closed?"

Of course it was, if I was doing some shit with Mariana in the same room I'd bet my life the door was locked. That one, when she goes to hell, the devil's gonna give her the keys to keep all the demons inside!

And that's when I froze.

You know when you pause for a second, like taking a deep breath, waiting for common sense to knock on the door and it doesn't come, just that silence with crickets chirping in your head, mocking like in a cartoon? That's exactly what happened there.

And I slapped my hand on the kid's cock.

It was a nice dick to hold, one of those where you close your hand and there's still a good chunk sticking out, I squeezed and it was still kinda soft, but the skin was hot and smooth, like suede, you know? I felt it trembling in my palm, throbbing slow, and the more I moved my hand up and down, the more it grew, filling out, getting heavy. Mariana had a fucking horny look on her face, eyes glued to my hand working his cock, like it was the most hypnotizing thing in the world.

And Tommy, I don't know, I completely ignored his face right then, maybe to not lose my mind, because if I looked I'd feel guilty or laugh, and I didn't want either. But about the dick, I didn't even need to say it was good, Mariana was seeing it all and she knew, her look said "fuck, cousin, look at that."

"Whoa, cousin, I told you to grab the cucumbers, and you didn't, and now what are we gonna shove up his ass?"

Tommy's eyes went wide, he let out an awkward laugh, opened his mouth to say something and froze, stayed quiet. I knew if I wanted to shove my whole arm in he'd let me, the kid was up for anything to have a shot at fucking us both, you could see it in his silent desperation.

"Yeah, cousin, but we'll shove a finger," Mariana said, sitting on the bed next to him and going straight for his balls, squeezing gently, rolling them in her hand. "My God, what a floppy sack. This is one of those that when the guy fucks, it swings like a wrecking ball on a job site, destroying everything."

I stood there thoughtful, none of the guys I'd hooked up with were like that, the loosest sack, the heaviest.

"I haven't had anyone like that, Pedro's got more swing, but not that much."

"Otávio, girl, on all fours his dick slapped my belly button."

"Look at you exaggerating, Mariana!"

We were dropping the names of the guys we'd fucked, comparing dicks, balls, everything totally casual, and Tommy was listening there lying on the bed, red as a tomato, all this without us taking our hands off his cock for a second, like it was the most normal thing in the world to keep him hard while gossiping about the others. I felt his dick throbbing harder with every name that came up, and deep down I loved it, that feeling of "look, we run this, and you just listen." But at the same time, a stab of shame hit, like "fuck, Jully, what are you doing to this kid?", but the horniness won easy, it always did.

At some point we looked at each other, me and Mariana, and it was pure telepathy, those wordless talks only cousins who've known each other since kids get. We knew we weren't stopping at a group handjob, no, that was just the warmup, his dick was already hard as a log, throbbing in our hands like it was begging for more. Mariana looked around, checking the door again, the quiet room, I looked at Tommy lying there, red as a chili, nobody wanting to take the next step.

But I couldn't hold back, fuck, the horniness surged all at once, that curiosity mixed with the urge to run the show, to see him writhing because of me. I sat on the bed next to him, opposite Mariana, pulled my hair into a quick ponytail, let out one of those inviting laughs for her, like "come on, cousin, let's mess this up," and said loud enough for him to hear and tremble.

"There's one thing we haven't done together yet!"

And I went down on the kid!