Lola and the Locked Door

"And then, they'll ask my brother about you," he continued, the bulge beginning to grow larger with each slow, satisfied pump. "They'll want to know all about you..."

"No," I whispered as his hardness continued to lengthen.

"And what do you think my brother will say to them?" He smirked viciously. "Do you think he'll lie to my parents for you?"

"Please, no," I whimpered, unintentionally answering Jack's question.

"Good Mormon sons don't lie to their parents," he sighed. "Especially not for slutty Asian girls who like to fuck random guys."

"Oh, god, no..."

"But I'm not some random guy," he said, licking his lips. "I'm practically family."

With that, Jack slid down his boxers and pulled his cock out of his pants.

"You need to put that away, Jack," I whimpered, a note of dread creeping into my voice at the sight of his veiny, throbbing tool. "Please—please stop."

But Jack did not stop. Instead, he continued to pump his cock in plain sight, forcing me to watch as he stroked himself to full mast. Justin's younger brother wasn't the most well-endowed man I had ever seen, but he was plenty long and thick enough to make the grade even by my size queen standards. More than his enviable size, though, I was shocked by the sheer fact that this large, menacing pipe was rooted between the legs of my boyfriend's 19-year-old younger brother.

"You don't have to be so loyal to him," Jack cooed softly as he stroked himself. "He isn't loyal to you."

"Justin would never cheat," I protested gently, my eyes fixed on his hand as it slid up and down his turgid shaft.

"No, but he doesn't stand up for you. Not with my parents, not with my family. He's loyal to Mormons, not to you."

"Jack—"

"He won't even fuck you," Jack grunted, looking me in the eye as he stroked himself. "Even when you're begging to get fucked."

"You're his brother," I murmured.

"You want to know how loyal he is?" Jack spat. "When I was 16, he came home from college and found an empty condom wrapper in my car. Do you know what he did?"

I sat there mutely, watching in silence as Jack continued to tug his huge, 19-year-old tool.

"He told... my fucking... parents," he grunted between strokes. "My older brother... fucking told on me..."

"Jack, I—"

"So now," he grinned, "I can tell on him... all about how his sweet, pretty girlfriend... is nothing more... than a hot, slutty, California Asian whore..."

"No, no, no," I moaned quietly, my head in my hands.

"Or... I can keep that a secret... if you share your special little secret... with me..."

"I can't..."

"Put down that pillow," he commanded.

"Jack, I can't..." I mewled, desperation sneaking into my voice.

At that moment, I realized that the situation had gotten completely out of hand. If I was going to scream, or run out the door, or tell Justin, I needed to have done it already, as soon as I'd realized that Jack was standing beside my bed. But instead, I had let Jack linger and get comfortable. I'd let him lie on the bed and take out his cock. I'd sat back and watched as he stroked himself.

"Show me that body you've been hiding," he grunted.

If I tried to refuse him now, what would happen? Jack was too far gone to roll back his desire. I could still make a scene, but if there had ever been a moment where I could have done so and come out looking innocent, that time had passed. If I did that now, I would come out looking like a temptress or a seducer, a "hot, slutty, California Asian whore" sent by the devil to corrupt righteous Mormon men.

Finally, dejectedly, I put down the pillow in quiet resignation, letting my boyfriend's 19-year-old younger brother feast his eyes on my body, its honeyed, golden flesh deliciously framed by the push-up bra and tiny g-string thong I'd been trying to shield from view.

"Fuck, you've got some big tits, don't you?" Jack crowed triumphantly.

My eyes fell and I nodded my head slowly in defeat.

"I want to hear you speak," he sneered. "Talk to me like I'm Justin."

"Do you—do you like my big tits?" I whispered, unable to look at him as I forced myself to find the words.

"Fuck yes, I do," he smiled. "Now show them."

At this point, my strategy had changed. I knew I would have to give Jack something to satisfy his hunger for my body, but perhaps I could take advantage of his 19-year-old eagerness to keep my boyfriend's younger brother from claiming my pussy.

I sighed as I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, and let it fall on the bed, my huge tits spilling out before his greedy teenage eyes.

"Jesus," he whistled, "those tits are too big for an Asian girl, aren't they?"

"I'm only half-Asian," I said, trying to play the role I knew he wanted me to play. "I have white girl tits."

"Play with them," he grunted. "Play with your tits for me."

"Like this?" I said, raising my head to meet his gaze. I began to squeeze my big, soft tits, pinching my nipples to make them hard. "Is this what you want, Jack?"

I saw a surge of adrenaline shoot through him as he heard me speak his name.

"I want to fuck you," he said, a new sense of urgency climbing in his voice.

"Not yet," I whispered, crawling towards him as I continued to knead my tits for his pleasure. "I'm going to give you something else first."

"Oh fuck," he moaned in anticipation.

I knelt over him as he stroked himself. Although I was now putting on something of an act, I couldn't help but be impressed by the size and hardness of his cock.

"You know," I whispered coyly, brushing my hair back over my ear. "You are way too young to have a cock this big."

"I'm bigger... I'm bigger than him... aren't I?"

Although I was right next to Jack, he was still stroking his own cock. I reached down slowly and wrapped my delicate fingers around his wrist, arresting their motion.

"I don't know, baby," I said teasingly. "I don't know because he won't let me see it."

I removed his hand from his shaft, letting it stand freely at attention, angry with blood and rock hard in the way only a 19-year-old's cock can be.

"And since I can't see it," I whispered, lowering my head, "then I can't do this."

Resting my arms against Jack's pelvis, I opened my mouth and wrapped my full, pouty lips around the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Oh my god, oh fuck..."

I began to swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, the warm, wet seal beginning to slide down his shaft as I welcomed his 19-year-old cock deeper into my mouth.

"Oh Jesus, oh Christ," he moaned. "You've—you've never done this for him, have you?"

"Nnn hnnn," I moaned around his cock, shaking my head slightly from side to side.

"I'm fucking first... oh Christ, you're sucking me first..."

I began to bob up and down on his cock, taking Jack a little deeper each time. By the time I had almost taken him entirely into my mouth, I could taste his thin, viscous precum spilling onto my tongue, and I could tell he was close.

"You wanted this," Jack moaned. "You wanted me more..."

"Mmmm hmm," I moaned.

"You chose me... over him... didn't you?"

I nodded my head, looking up at my boyfriend's younger brother with wet, eager eyes.

"I'm gonna—I'm gonna fuck you first," he panted raggedly.

At that moment, I opened my throat, taking him all the way in, and I felt the first rope of cum explode against the back of my throat.

"Oh fuck—OH OH OHHHH fuckkkkkkkkkkkk"

As Jack emptied his balls down my throat, I knew that my plan had worked, that I could quit acting like such a thirsty slut for him. But for some reason, I decided to make this moment extra sweet for him, to give this arrogant, manipulative 19-year-old a memory that he would jack off to for the rest of his life.

"Mmmmmhmmm," I moaned, closing my eyes in pleasure and swallowing rapidly as each rope fired out of him, eagerly drinking this younger man's seed as quickly as I could.

"Jesus," he panted, "you—you really are the hottest fucking slut I've ever seen..."

Without knowing why, I rewarded his praise by cupping his balls in my dainty hand and massaging them with my manicured fingers, keeping my wet, willing mouth sealed around his cock as I milked his balls for every last drop of teenage cum.

"Ohh—oh, you really know what men like, don't you?" he gasped.

When I had finally swallowed all the spunk his teenage balls had to offer, I sat up.

"Jack, baby," I cooed. "Will you get me a glass of water?"

Dazed, he looked up at me and nodded. He stood up, pulled on his shirt, and buckled his pants.

"Don't move," he said, looking down at me. "We're not done."

I smiled up at him and nodded.

Slowly, Jack padded over to the door, opened it, and walked out into the hallway.

As soon as the door had closed behind him, I dove across the room and turned the lock. Then, I slumped down on the floor with my back against the door, breathing raggedly, the taste of Jack's cum still on my tongue.

Not more than 30 seconds later, I heard the doorknob above me start to turn. I held my breath, but then, I heard the click of the lock.

"Fuck," I heard Jack whisper on the other side of the door. "Lola, open the door."

As I heard him jiggle the lock in frustration, I quietly snaked my hand between my legs and inside my thong, leaning back against the locked door that stood between us,

"Fuck," I heard Jack say angrily. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

My fingers moved frantically across my clit as the doorknob shook one last time, the sound of his frustrated, impotent desire vibrating through the heavy wood. Then, as I heard Jack's cursing recede back down the hallway, I shut my eyes and bit my lip, stifling a moan as I came all over my fingers, my topless, un-fucked body writhing silently on the carpet of his childhood bedroom, my belly full of fresh teenage cum.

...

Justin and I were scheduled to drive back to LA on Saturday, which meant that when I woke up the next morning, I had to survive 24 more hours in the Young's household before I could make my escape.

These hours were essentially a high-stakes game of a cat-and-mouse that was hidden in plain sight from Justin and his family. From the moment I opened my door in the morning until the moment I locked it behind me at night, I could tell that Jack was stalking me around the house, lurking in the background, lying in wait for a moment where he could get me alone.

But I was careful not to give him an opening. The house was blessedly crowded, and in almost every room, it was possible for me to surround myself with members of Justin's family. Knowing that a predator had me in his sights, my senses were heightened, and I made myself keenly aware of where Jack was in the house at all times. I clung to Justin's side, following him from room to room like a puppy, trying to project the image of a smitten girlfriend who couldn't stand to be parted from her man.

Yet even as I worked to keep my distance from Jack, I couldn't deny that his pursuit had aroused feelings in me that had recently been missing from my life. After months of sexless purgatory with Justin and his unwavering sexual discipline, it was thrilling to be reminded that my body could drive men to do things they knew were wrong, like trying to fuck their older brother's girlfriend in the same house where he and his entire family were sleeping.

But there was also something particularly shameful and taboo about the fact that I'd let this 19-year-old temporarily gain the upper hand over me. Since the night I lost my virginity as a high school senior at the hands of a college baseball player, I'd only ever been with older men. Some were just a few years older, while others were closer to my father's age, but they all had age and experience on their side. These older men had used every resource at their disposal to gain control over me, leveraging their power, status, and savvy to take advantage of my youthful trust and naivety.

So it was no strange feat when an older, mature alpha staked a claim to my exquisite half-Asian body. This was simply the natural order of things. But for a boy two years younger than me, himself barely a man in the legal sense, to assert dominance over me? It offended me on principle as a violation of how I thought the world was supposed to work. Younger men were meant to burn with unfulfilled desire as older, more dominant men claimed their women as bedmates, until eventually the younger men aged into alpha status and began to prey on the next generation of younger women.

Except I had already seen this cycle upended once before my very eyes. I had watched with voyeuristic delight as Grant asserted his dominance over Professor Daniel's wife, imposing himself on Marisol until she surrendered to him once and for all. And once the Professor's wife had accept Grant's alpha status, she was fully in thrall to the younger man, an eager Asian slut-wife at the mercy of a twenty-something ex-Marine.

So although it seemed unnatural for me to submit to a younger man, I had seen precedent for such a surrender. However, Grant was an established alpha male at the point where he had conquered the Professor's wife. In spite of his relative youth, Grant's dominance was already beyond reproach. Could the same thing be said of Justin's younger brother?

I decided not. While Jack had displayed some fledgling alpha tendencies in gaining the upper hand over me, he had squandered his advantage at the critical moment. Yes, he could take solace in having extracted a blowjob from his older brother's beautiful girlfriend, and most men would call it a victory to spray their cum down the throat of a big-breasted, 21-year-old Asian girl. But then again, most men are not true alpha males. A true alpha male would take no solace in having enjoyed the pleasures of my mouth when my pussy was the sweeter prize.

All these thoughts came to me unbidden the night after Thanksgiving when, having eluded Jack's pursuit all day long, I was again behind the safety of the locked bedroom door.

Once there, I lay in bed, unable to sleep, these same thoughts running through my mind. And then, sometime after midnight when the rest of the family was sure to be asleep, I heard the noise I knew would come: the gentle sound of the doorknob twisting, followed immediately by the intransigent, unbudging click of the lock.

Lying there in bed, the sound of the clicking lock called to me softly, drawing me up and across the room. As I padded quietly towards the door, I realized that I was wearing the same black-and-pink lingerie that I'd worn the night before, when Jack had visited me in Justin's place. Without even realizing it, I had dressed to please him, if only he could find his way in.

Standing before the door, my heart beat fast in my chest as I watched the doorknob twitch with impotent rage. Slowly, silently, I slipped my fingers inside the lace thong, running them lightly over the smooth, slick terrain of my bare, 21-year-old pussy, savoring the stymied desire that radiated through the locked wooden door.

How badly do you want me, Jack? How strong is your desire? I asked myself these unspoken questions, playing with my pussy as the lock continued to rattle.

You had your chance with me, I thought, and we both know it. I was in your bed with my tits out and your teenage cock buried inside my wet, willing mouth. If, at that moment, you had pulled my hair back and demanded to fuck me, how could I have refused you? How could I have stopped you from taking what I've promised to Justin? How could I have kept you from corrupting my pussy before your older brother ever has a chance to enjoy it?

You have the aggression, Jack, but not the discipline. A true alpha male needs both. You let me barter with my mouth when a real alpha male would have pushed his advantage and taken my pussy.

I bit my lip as I heard Jack cursing softly through the door.

"Lola... Lola, open the fucking door." The lock continued to rattle. "Open it now."

Don't you see, Jack? This is a test. I'm waiting here for you, dressed like a perfect Asian slut, my fingers slick from the wetness of my pussy. All that stands between you and my body is a locked door. How much desire can one little lock withstand? Is your hunger strong enough to break down this door? Does your lust burn hot enough to melt its hinges? No locked door could be strong enough to keep a true alpha male from claiming my body.

I'm so fucking ready for you, I thought, choking back a moan as it tried to escape my lips. I will refuse you nothing, Jack. I don't care if you are just 19-years-old. I can't stop you from taking what belongs to your older brother.

But I won't unlock the door. If you are a true alpha male, you will find a way through, and in doing so you will earn the rewards that await you on the other side.

"Fuck," Jack cried softly. "Fuck this!"

And then, the lock went silent, and as Jack's frustrated desire fell short, a delicate orgasm ripped mutely through my body. Between shallow breaths, my knees buckled, I fell on all fours as his defeated footsteps receded back down the hallway.

...

The next day, Justin and I said goodbye to his family before we drove back to Los Angeles. After hugging his parents, Justin and Jack exchanged a curt, stoic handshake. Then, it was my turn.

"It was nice to meet you, Jack," I said, smiling at him warmly under the watchful eyes of Justin and his parents.

"Likewise," he said with a smirk.

"Hopefully we'll see each other again sometime."

Having hugged both of Justin's parents, it felt rude not to give Jack a hug, too, so I opened my arms and wrapped them around his back.

As he hugged me back, he whispered in my ear, "You can count on it."

The drive back from Phoenix was long and hot. Justin drove and I slept for most of the ride, making up some of the hours I'd lost over the previous nights. By the time I woke up, we back in California and just a couple of hours from home.

Yawning myself awake, I checked my phone and let out a little laugh.

"What's so funny?" Justin asked.

"Your little brother sent me a follow request on Instagram."

"Why is that funny?"

"I dunno... I guess I didn't really take him for a social media person."

"You say that like you know him," Justin frowned. "But I don't think I saw the two of you talk the whole time we were there."

"Oh, only a little bit. He saved me from an awkward conversation with two of your cousins."

"Hmm," Justin mused. "And the two of you got along?"

"I wouldn't say that, but he was the only person in your entire family who wasn't trying to talk to me about Mormonism. It was refreshing, actually."

"Did he say anything about me?"

"I mean—yeah?" I giggled. "He's your brother and I'm your girlfriend. What else were we going to talk about?"

Justin nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"So what do you think?" I asked. "Should I let him?"

"Let him what?"

"Follow me!" I gave Justin a smack on the arm. "On Instagram. Remember?"

"You know I don't know about that stuff. I'm barely even on Facebook these days."

"So you don't care?"

"Should I?" Justin said. "You do what you want."

"Okay," I shrugged, pressing the 'Accept' button.

...

Over the next few weeks, my life more or less returned to normal, and the end-of-semester crunch kept both me and Justin busy with school. Being back on campus and in my element, the close call that I'd had with Jack over Thanksgiving began to feel like a weird dream that stopped making sense as soon as you woke up. My relationship with Justin had survived the trip intact, so that was something to be grateful for, even if it meant that I still wasn't having sex.

I did feel quite guilty about having cheated on Justin, but I also found lots of ways to rationalize and justify my behavior. For one thing, it seemed to me that Justin was in some ways responsible for creating the opportunity for Jack to coerce me.