Random Letters Pt. 03

She sat back down on the edge of the tub. "Are you gonna get out of the tub or what?" she asked. "The water must be freezing."

He rose up, and while stepping over the edge of the tub, he looked down and saw Janet crack a smile. "Does your dick hang low, does it wobble to and fro, can you tie it in a knot, can you tie it in a bow?" she started singing enthusiastically.

He was a little embarrassed, and then Janet just waved her hand at him, saying "oh sweetie, I'm just kidding with you." She then went back to talking about her job, and Kevin nonchalantly sat down next to her on the edge of the tub. He looked down at her black stockings, her nice thighs, one leg crossed over the other. "I just can't stand that guy!" she went on about her boss. "Oh forget him. He can kiss my ass."

Kevin was tempted to interject. And he couldn't resist the temptation. "I'll kiss your ass," he said. He risked being smacked, but instead, Janet gave right in, and said "I'll take you up on that, buster. Here, kiss it." She got right up and stood before him, sticking her gorgeous panty-covered ass right in his face. Her ass was so big, so nice and plump and round - not fat, just a nice, thick bottom. Kevin planted a very loud, exaggerated kiss on her left cheek, and then gently placed his hands on each of her hips and planted a kiss on the right cheek, then kept kissing and kissing for as long as he could. She giggled with delight. "I wish I got this kind of treatment at work," she joked, hiccupping again from all the cocktails.

"Okay, young man, that's enough," she said. "Don't let your dad know I let you do that," she added. Janet then started heading out of the bathroom, and urged Kevin to come join her for some television. She said that his step sister was staying at a friend's for the night. He went to get dressed, but she persisted he stay naked. "Just (hiccup), come as you are," she said. "Women need to be able to take in more male nudity, and frankly you're about all I get," she commented with a laugh.

As they walked out towards the family room, Janet stopped in her tracks and said "in fact, I'll take off a little bit and join you..."

She then unbuttoned her blouse and just took it right off. She had on a tan bra, and my God....her tits were enormous! Kevin suddenly realized his step mom's breasts were even bigger than he imagined. They filled out that bra to the point that it looked like it might snap off. She leaned over to put a glass of water down on the table, and it almost did.

"Ooops!" she said, clasping her huge boobs. "I almost popped out!" She then let out a girlish giggle, and crossed her legs again. "My goodness, sweetie, you almost got to see my boobs," she said. He just groaned in pain. He was that close.

She was down to her bra and panties, casually having a conversation with the young Kevbo.

Sneaking glances at her breasts, Kevin thought of just about every colorful euphemism for them - jugs, tits, melons, knockers...they were so big! Kevin realized they were the kind that, because they were so huge, they would actually hang down if not supported by a bra. He imagined taking each mammoth boob in his mouth and sucking on it for days.

Janet then took a puff of her cigarette (she only smoked when she was drunk), and said, "they're C-cups, sweetie," talking about her bra. Yeah, C-cups, and they're about to burst out.

"Would you believe me, sweetie, that, when I was in high school, I was a really good track runner, sprinter! Until I got tits," she said. Kevin couldn't help but snicker. "Once I got these," she said, pointing to her boobs, "those track days were over. These suckers weighed me down!"

He now couldn't hide a blatant erection. His enormous member lie on his right leg, getting as thick around as Janet's forearm.

"How's your friend?" she said, looking right down at his penis. She then ever so casually reached down and took it in her right hand, beginning to stroke it and make it even harder. 'Could this be? Was this...? Yes!' Kevin began to realize, 'my hot step mom was giving me a hand job.' And she did it as though it wasn't actually happening. She kept stroking his mighty tool, all the while talking about her job. "I just don't know what I'm gonna do about that man," she said of her boss, "I mean, I can't deal with him. I can't."

Then just silence. All you could hear was her stroking his penis. And she never actually acknowledged she was doing it. "Oooo, you know what, sweetie? I think I have some lube, wait right here," she said. She got up from the couch, stumbling a bit, and retreated into her bedroom. When she got back, she walked in to see Kevin still sitting there, his massive erection lying against his stomach and pointing upward.

"Now there's a sight!" she said with a boisterous laugh. She sat right down next to him again, and squirted some lube along the length of his huge shaft. "Oooo, that's it, does that feel good, baby?" she asked. He just nodded. He couldn't believe this was happening. She went back to stroking his rod, and you could hear it squish every time she moved her pretty hand up and down his huge pole. "Oooo, yeah, I LOVE stroking your big, huge dick. I bet you always dreamed of this, didn't you, you little slut," she asked. He could only nod. "Getting down and kissing my big, sexy ass - you know you're my bitch," she said. "You'll do anything to get me to stroke your big huge horse cock. Big 13-inch fucking donkey dick."

Kevin wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. "Staring at my big, huge tits - oh God I bet you wanna see these sooooo bad. But you can't because you're my little bitch." He couldn't believe the power trip she was on. And he loved it. He started moaning louder. "Oooo, you gonna come, bitch? You gonna shoot a big load for mommy?" He nodded, and could feel his penis was about to erupt. "Here, shoot it all over my big fucking tits," she commanded, bringing his pole up to her cleavage. "Shoot it! Shoot it, you little bastard!" Kevin then produced a nice, long stream of come that hit Janet on the lower part of her neck, and she quickly rubbed it into the top of her enormous breasts, all the while continuing to stroke his giant prick. His second come shot wasn't as big, but it landed right on the top of her boobs, and she shouted with glee as she continued to rub his come into her soft, tan skin.

When the two calmed down, he put his head in her lap, and she rubbed his forehead as he looked up at her longingly. "NO ONE can know what we just did," she stressed. He gave her full confidence that their naughty act would remain a secret. And there could be so much more ahead! Kevin fantasized about sucking her monster tits, and her bush, oh my God her bush - he could spend a day with his face planted in between her legs. Could he actually end up fucking her someday? And then, would they fuck all the time?

Kevin needed a little reading material before he turned in, and picked up the other letter that Janet passed on to him. It looked kind of old, handwritten on several sheets of loose leaf.

Ms. Clark,

You persisted I share with you that funny story about my step brother, Daniel. And you did give me your word everything I tell you will strictly be between you and I, so I am holding you to that.

Okay, here goes. As you know, when my parents got married when I was nine years old, my mom and I moved in with my step father, Nathan, and his 16-year-old son, Daniel. Daniel was mentally challenged. He was the sweetest person I have ever known.

I loved having him as a step brother, and growing up, I often had to defend him when other kids around the neighborhood would pick on him and start making jokes. They would call him "retart" and stuff like that, and I would always come to his rescue. It made me feel powerful, and like his body guard sort of.

Daniel was a pretty clever guy though. He had many interests, and pretty much kept to himself. His one drawback was that he was seriously afraid of water - taking showers and baths and what not. As a result, my step mom often had to supervise his baths, all the way til he was 25. Yikes!

I never thought much of her seeing him nude, since it was like a mom and son sort of thing. Or even kind of like a nurse and patient dynamic. I never really gave it much thought.

But as the years went on, Nathan and my mom loved to take long vacations together, and my mom would often hire a caretaker for a week at a time to look after Daniel. That was pretty expensive. Around the time I was 20 or so, and Daniel was maybe 26 or 27, I stressed to my mom that I could take care of Daniel - I had known him since I was little, we got along great, and it was no big deal. The only thing he ever did that annoyed me was when he accidentally broke my Bee-Gees 8-track tape. But maybe he did me a favor!

She said she would give me a chance to watch Daniel, but then made sure I knew I would have to help him in and out of the tub. So obviously this would involve the sensitive aspect of me seeing my step brother completely naked.

I told her it was no problem, and even mentioned the old cliche, "hey, you've seen one, you've seen 'em all." She smiled, but then said "well..."

"Well?! Well, what?!" I thought to myself. I kind of gave her this look of surprise and confusion, and waited for her to continue. She kind of gave this nervous smile, and said "sweetie, there's something I should tell you so you don't get the shock of your life when you go to give Daniel a bath."

Okay, now this was getting interesting. She was really struggling to tell me. I almost felt bad for her.

"God gives us all different gifts," she said, then again laughed out of nervousness. Her face was flushed.

I told her to go ahead and tell me already. She took a deep breath. She then went and closed the kitchen window, as if people outside were really going to hear us chatting.

She came up close to me, looked me square in the eye, and says "Daniel has the biggest schlong I have ever seen." I almost pissed myself. I thought wh-wh-what? She broke into a chuckle. "I'm sorry, honey, there's no other way for me to put it."

Hearing my own mom use such a silly word like "schlong" was a moment for the ages, but then when she went on and on about it, I almost died. She told me that his amazing appendage had caused many a wardrobe malfunction growing up, that she could only buy him extra-extra-extra long shorts during the summer time, shorts that were practically pants. I always wondered to myself during a hot day in July, 'isn't Daniel hot in those things?'

She also told me that every morning, she would have to - brace yourself for this one - help him strap his penis to his leg before he put pants on. She showed me the Velcro strap thingy that he wore. Oh my Lord! She always said that Daniel was a "hand-full," but my God. Okay, sorry for that joke. Then she asked me if I remembered Daniel carrying on the one Halloween because my mom wouldn't let him wear his Batman costume, complete with spendex tights and a blue speedo. Uh, yeah, they were a BIG no-no. Now I knew why my mom refused to let him wear that particular garb. She told me she had to tell him oh-so-delicately, saying he had simply "outgrown" the costume. Instead, she let him go as a ghost, with a non-revealing white sheet draped around him.

She also eased any tension I had about his nudity, saying that Daniel was never weird about it, and he never made any advances towards her or anything like that. I had worried a little about that, since Daniel always told me how beautiful I was, calling me "pretty Natalie," he was a real trip.

My mom walked me through the rest of the details when taking care of my lovely step brother, but I have to say the thought that kept going through my mind was "I gotta see this thing!" It wasn't really a sexual urge, just more along the lines of ... how many times would I get to see something like Daniel's?

The first night we were alone, I made us tacos for dinner, his favorite, and then we watched television for a while. I kept asking him if he was ready for his bath. I was so bad. But eventually, he did say he was ready for bed, which meant he would take a quick bath first. When we went up, there was an awkward pause, but he told me he would get undressed, and then tell me to come in. I said okay, even though I'm thinking what's the difference if I stand there while you're stripping? If I'm gonna see you, I'm gonna see you. But anyhow.

After about 10 minutes or so, he knocked on the inside of the door, which I figured meant he was down to his birthday suit. I had butterflies in my stomach. "Pretty Natalie, I'm ready," he said. Again with the "pretty Natalie thing."

I opened the door, and God help me my eyes went right to his crotch. I couldn't help it. After my mom built it up so much, I couldn't look anywhere else.

I then gasped. Loudly. Daniel had a third leg. His penis was this real thick tube of flesh that hung lazily down between his legs (past his thighs!!!), and the head of it was as big around as my fist. I'm not kidding!

His penis was almost cartoonish. I smiled, and even giggled, and he saw me staring at his penis, so I had to say something. "Wow, you're a big boy," I said enthusiastically. He simply said "Yes," in a matter-of-fact sort of way. He was so funny. Then he says "Mila," my mom, "calls it the eighth wonder of the world." I gave a hearty laugh. It eased the tension quite a bit.

I helped him into the tub, and he persisted that I stay there with him. We chatted about baseball, his favorite sport, and I made a noted attempt to not just stare at his penis. We talked and talked as he cleaned himself with a wash cloth, with me sitting on the edge of the tub. I couldn't stop staring! His penis was lying flat against his stomach, past his belly button. I just kept making small talk so I could keep looking and looking. He didn't seem to mind. But when his teeth started chattering from the water getting cold, okay, show and tell was over.

I helped him get dressed into his pajamas, and as he lifted his penis and placed it down his left pant leg, I couldn't help but tee-hee a bit. It was sooooo funny.

I put him to bed, and went out to the family room to watch T.V. About a half hour later, as I'm all comfy, watching Carson, I hear this boyish laughter coming from down the steps, and lo and behold, Daniel comes running into the family room, completely naked, then wooshes around the corner and goes into the kitchen. My step brother was streaking! He did it over and over again, running laps around the house, and as he ran, his dick flopped around like crazy, bouncing and frolicking with a life all its own. It was slapstick comedy. Each time he got out of view, I couldn't wait for him to lap around again so I could see his huge swinging dick.

I even clapped and cheered him on, and he kept doing it and doing it, hollering real loud, and then he finally collapsed in the living room, out of breath. I went over to him, and thanked him for the great show.

As it turns out, this guy was like the energizer bunny, and after just a minute or so, he jumps right back up, and starts twisting and contorting his hips, almost like he had an imaginary hula-hoop around himself. Only instead of swinging a hula hoop, he was swinging his dick. The guy was really talented. I laughed and hooted and hollered with admiration as Daniel swung his huge appendage around like a helicopter propeller. I just stood there and looked openly at the remarkable display, saying "round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows!"

I swear to God he must have swung his dick around like 20 or 30 times - non-stop! After a while I told him "Daniel, please, sweetie, I'm getting dizzy!"

Through it all, from the time he came down, whizzing around the house like a wild banshee, to the time he did he did his swing-a-ling-ding-dong trick, he didn't say one word. And Daniel was usually VERY talkative. But he was silent at this time, just giggling and laughing to tell me how much he enjoyed showing off. It was like this unspoken language. He was basically saying, 'I love being naked in front of you.' Quite the exhibitionist.

It was a long and tiring day, and I slept well that night. The next morning, I changed into a leotard and got ready to do my Jane Fonda workout. Daniel came down in his pajamas, and said I looked great in my leotard. I thanked him, and he asked me to marry him. What a cutup. I started doing knee lifts, showing off my big, sexy thighs (okay, I like to brag a bit), and the underside of those beauties were right in Daniel's face, as he was now sitting down on the couch.

He told me I could be a Rockette, and again I gushed and thanked him. I thought of saying 'yeah, you could be a stunt double for a horse,' but I resisted the temptation. It was in good fun.

I kept doing my leg lifts, bringing my knees all the way up to my chest in alternating fashion, working up a sweat, when all of a sudden Daniel feels it's time to announce "Uh-oh, Daniel's got a boner." I stopped right in the middle of my exercise. I told him that's not usually the kind of thing you announce out loud. He gave a sad frown, and then I looked down and saw his giant erection creating a circus tent in his pajama bottoms. He stood up, and that made it even worse. He stood next to me and his bulge actually tapped me on the leg. "Watch where you point that thing!," I scolded him. I seriously thought that he might stretch out his pajama bottoms - either that or simply rip a hole in them, so I told him if he wanted to, he could pull them down. Without hesitation, he yanked them down all in one motion, freeing his huge dork as the head of it bounced against his baggy pajama top. Again, he just gave that innocent laugh.

It now became apparent to me that not only did my step brother have a horse's penis, but in fact he wanted the world to know he had a horse's penis. Or at least he wanted me to know. I was flabbergasted. You would think with how big his dick was that it wouldn't be able to stand up straight in the air. But it did. Even more so than any penis I had seen to that point in time. Daniel's dork stood up like a redwood, the head of it nearly coming up to where his nipples would be (I couldn't exactly see his nipples because he had a top on at the time).

Sir Isaac Newton would have been perplexed by this. It was like gravity didn't apply to Daniel's whopper of a willy, as it stood up tall and proud, demanding attention and recognition. Ha!

I asked him if it got like that a lot, and he said all the time. He said, in his own special way, that when it did he had to find the nearest bathroom and wait til it passed. The bulge in his pants would be outrageous otherwise.

We talked to pass the time, but his "boner" did not relent. Damn these sexy legs!, I thought to myself. I didn't know what to do - I didn't exactly have a lot of experience with inconvenient boners - so I simply suggested he "work it off," that he could try and do my Jane Fonda workout with me until his "boner" went away. Jeez Louise. What a time.

He asked me with a naughty grin if he could do the workout in the nude, and I told him "yeah, why not. Jane Fonda says all men should work out in the nude."

"Really?" he asks. "Yeah," I fired back, "especially ones with big dorks." I cracked myself up.

When he stood up, his dick did droop a bit in front of him, the weight of it causing it to bend a little from its perfect upward position of a minute ago. But it still pointed upward, at maybe a 45-degree angle from his stomach.

"Natalie gonna do the workout naked too?" he asked innocently with a smile. "No, Natalie gonna keep her leotard on. Daniel's gonna work out naked though." I actually loved seeing him nude.

I then went about my own workout, and Daniel simply just started jumping around, with no real rhythmic routine. Just jumping. I suddenly could make out a consistent smacking noise, and Jesus Christ, it was his boner bouncing against his stomach each time he jumped. Slap. Slap. Slap. I found his bouncing dick a distraction, so to make things simpler, and I'll admit - to indulge my own amusement, I suggested we both do jumping jacks. I had Daniel face me, so I could see his you know what, and I started us off slowly, counting each time we jumped: "and a one, and a two, and a three..."