Revenge - Part 1.2: The Seeds are Planted

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“So…does it just always feel better if it’s bigger?” asked Jessica.

“Yep.” said Rose. “Bigger is always better. Some guys, usually tiny ones, say that’s a myth, but trust me, bigger is better. Sorry, but it sounds like your boyfriend is just a needle dick.”

“Fuck.” said Jessica.

There was a pause.

“And I guess it doesn’t help that he only lasts two minutes and couldn’t find my clit with a GPS.” she said.

They started laughing again. I took this opportunity to head up to my room, internet or no. I had some stuff to think about.

“Needle dick.” I murmured to myself.

That was interesting.

See, I was a lot of things. I was nerdy, shy, weak willed, socially awkward, and incredibly average in both grades and appearance, but one thing I’d never been was a “needle dick”.

Truthfully, I’m hung like a horse.

The last time I’d measured my cock (because, be honest, who hasn’t?) it was just over 10 inches long, and about 6.5 inches around.

Everything I’d ever learned about sex, I learned from the internet. I mean yeah, I got the Health Ed class, slide show biology stuff, but I mean real sex. And because, like most teenage boys, I was so…interested in the subject matter, my education was pretty well rounded. I knew all about porn-stars, and how they usually represented the most extreme end of the penis-size scale. I knew that the average was around 5 ½ inches long, and maybe 3 or 4 inches in girth for this part of the world. I knew that there was an ever present debate about whether size actually mattered to women. I’d read reports of women saying that they’d dumped guys for being too small, and of women saying they’d done the same for the opposite reason.

Yeah, I knew a lot about penis size. And I knew I had a pretty huge cock. But it wasn’t until that exact moment that I actually considered it something to be confident about. I mean, what good is a big dick if you can’t even talk to a girl? And I’d read enough forum entries from women claiming to have been stretched to the point of intense pain to know that bigger doesn’t automatically mean better, despite what my sister thought.

When I’d thought about it at all, I’d just considered my abnormal size to be something I’d just have to deal with. A little problem I’d have to worry about if I ever actually got laid.

But now it was an advantage.

This overheard girl-talk was just the beginning.

Over the next few days I thought a lot about what I’d heard. I wanted to use my cock, somehow. I wanted Jessica to know I wasn’t the weak little nerd she always made me out to be. I wanted her to know that, at least in this area, I was superior to her boyfriend.

But how?

My chance came the next time Jessica stayed over, two weeks later. I didn’t try to eavesdrop again, but instead stayed in my room, going over the plan.

My parent’s bedroom was actually on the ground floor, and my sister’s and mine were at opposite ends of the top floor. When Jessica stayed over, she and Rose shared her bed, even though there was a guest room downstairs too. There was a bathroom between our rooms, complete with bath tub and shower. This was where I would carry out my plan.

I woke up as early as usual, but waited an hour before heading to the bathroom. I knew the girls probably wouldn’t be up for a while.

I went in and had a long, hot shower. I spent as long as I could in there, washing my hair over and over again, scrubbing every inch of my body, waiting until I could put the plan into action. We had an electric shower, so I didn’t have to worry about wasting the hot water.

After almost an hour, I’d had enough. I got out and stared at myself in the mirror. As always, I thought I looked completely average, except for my cock. It hung thick and limp between my legs, maybe 5 or 6 inches long, still soft. I’m more of a ‘show-er’ than a ‘grower’. When it first started to grow it used to get in the way when I walked, and I worried about people seeing the bulge it made. But I’d switched to boxers over briefs, starting wearing looser pants, and gotten used to it.

I examined it from a few different angles, holding it out and handling my similarly large balls. I guess it did look pretty impressive, if you’re into that kind of thing.

I tried to get myself psyched up for the big plan, tried to force a little confidence in myself. I felt good about it.

But it was taking longer than I thought. I tried to kill time by reading the backs of bottles of my sister’s conditioner and hand lotion. Why did girls always seem to need so many bottles of crap?

Finally, after a long wait, I heard my sister’s bedroom door opening.

Jessica coming to use the bathroom.

I quickly took my stance; completely naked holding my cock in my hand, in full view of the door and pointed towards the toilet bowl.

I was trying to make it look like I was just using the bathroom after a shower. I’d already pissed, it was just about showing it to her. I’d left the door unlocked and open a little, so she wouldn’t think anyone was inside.

I started to get more and more nervous as I heard footsteps approach.

I felt my heart freeze in my chest when the handle was pushed down.

In this split second, I realised how incredibly stupid this whole thing would be if it was my sister that walked in, and how stupid I was for not considering this possibility.

I relaxed a little when the door paused after being pushed only slightly, and I heard Jessica yawn.

Here we go.

I looked down at my cock, and tried to look natural.

I heard the door open, and then…

Silence.

I turned my head slowly.

It was Jessica, wearing nothing but a long t-shirt.

She was staring at my limp cock, her eyes wide. She stood for a few seconds, just staring, not reacting at all.

I broke the silence.

“Uh…do you mind? I’m trying to piss, here.”

I shook my cock slightly to illustrate the point.

She gasped suddenly, and met my eye. Her hand went to her mouth in an almost lady-like manner, and she quickly backed out of the room and slammed the door.

I heard my sister’s door open, then slam as well.

I let out a huge sigh and let go of my cock, stretching my arms up.

I’d done it. My little exhibition mission was a success. We’ll see how much she insulted me now, knowing that my cock was so much bigger than her boyfriend’s.

I put my hands on my hips, smiling, and thought about my little victory. I got that size was, like, a measurement of manhood for some people, but I didn’t really get it until then. It really felt good to have her look at me like that.
I remembered the look on her face, the complete shock, the almost panicked look in her eye as she backed away.

I thought about her long, smooth legs, only the very top of her thighs covered by the t-shirt she’d been wearing. I thought about her big, perky tits, how the two points of her nipples were clearly visible against the thin fabric.

For the first time in my young life, I saw Jessica in a completely sexual light.

I looked down at my cock.

It was rock hard, all 10 inches pointing straight out from my body.

I quickly grabbed some hand lotion from a nearby shelf and smeared it all over my hands. I started stroking my cock with both hands, thinking about her face and body. I thought about her shock, about the open mouthed awe. Other images of her started popping in to my head, memories of how her tits looked in a bikini when our families would go to the beach together, or of her soft full lips wrapped around a straw.

I’d always hated her so much that I’d never considered these things so hot until now.

I jerked my cock faster, and faster, and within a few minutes I was having the most intense orgasm of my life. Shot after shot of my cum splattered against the toilet bowl. My knees shook with the pleasure. I let out an involuntary little grunt, and I had to put a hand against the wall to steady myself. When the last few spurts of cum were finished, I took a step back and sat on the edge of the tub.

I just sat for a few minutes, thinking about what had just happened.

Then, because I didn’t know what else to do, I took another shower.

Jessica had left about an hour after our little encounter, which was definitely unusual. When my dad asked Rose about it, she said,

“I don’t know, she just rushed out this morning. I guess she has something to do.”

That week at school I didn’t see Jessica at all. It wasn’t that unusual, but I’d occasionally see her around, only to be flipped off or something equally juvenile. I was eager to see how she’d react now.

Every night that week I jacked off, both to the memory of Jessica, and to as much porn containing a similar “big cock reaction” scene as I could find, which was disappointingly few. I bookmarked a few of the least fake looking “Wow!” moments, but none of them compared to the real thing.

Looking back, it made sense that I somewhat fetishized the whole “reveal” thing. It was literally the only sexual thing to have happened to me at that point.

Anyway, apart from my porn preference, nothing else changed at first. But that Thursday, my sister wanted to talk to me.

“You don’t mind if Jessica stays over again tomorrow, do you?” she asked.

I didn’t really know what to say to this. It was the first time I’d been asked in a while. My opinion didn’t usually matter.

“It’s just,” she continued, “I know you two don’t get along very well. I mean, that’s why I hardly ask her to sleep over any more, I just couldn’t put up with you two bickering all the time.”

I hadn’t realised that was why she’d been spending less time here. Well, that plus her boyfriend.

“But she’s been acting really weird lately, and she won’t say why.” she said, “I think if I can get her over here, she’ll be willing to open up a little more. She usually does when she stays over.”

She smiled a little at this, and I smiled too, because we were probably remembering the same conversation they’d had.

The truth was, I’d never wanted to see Jessica so much in my life, which isn’t actually saying a lot considering how much I hated her. But I made a little show of it anyway.

I sighed.

“That’s two weeks in a row that I’ll have to stay in my room all night.” I said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said, “I’ll owe you one, I promise.”

I sighed again.

“Fine, I guess.”

She smiled.

“Thanks bro,” she said, punching me lightly on the arm.

After she left, it occurred to me that it had been a long time since I’d really spoken to Rose like that. I realised that my weird sexual plans with Jessica seemed to accidentally improve things with my sister.

I chose to take it as a good sign.

The next day, Jessica arrived a little earlier, around 10 pm. I was once again in the kitchen with my laptop, my charger left in the living room. I was aiming for a repeat of the first night, and I planted the charger so I’d have an excuse if I got caught. After leaving them alone for a few minutes, I crept out towards the living room, trying to hear their conversation. I wanted to see if she’d bring up our little meeting.

They were talking about nothing relevant, at first. Their friends, their teachers, boring school shit. I was waiting outside for about half an hour when they finally started talking about sex again. By this point I was sitting beside the door, leaning against the wall and incredibly bored.

“So…how have things been lately? You know, sex wise.” asked Rose.

I turned quickly, and realised that, because the door wasn’t closed all the way, I could actually see through the gap at the hinges a little bit. I realised I looked like a stereotypical peeper hiding at a keyhole, but it was perfect. I could just about make them out sitting sideways on the sofa, facing each other.

Jessica sighed in answer to Rose’s question.

“Still pretty bad…in fact, even worse now.”, she said.

“Worse?” Rose probed.

Jessica ran her fingers through her hair.

“Yeah…I was on the internet a few days ago. I wasn’t looking for it or anything, but I…saw a penis. A picture of one, I mean.” she said.

Rose just waited.

“It was only for a second, I swear, I looked away as soon as I could.” said Jessica quickly.

It occurred to me that she was actually talking about seeing my cock, but obviously didn’t want to tell my sister that.

“So what? Calm down, it’s just a little porn. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Rose said, laughing slightly.

“Uh, yeah, but you know I don’t look at that stuff.” said Jessica, “I mean, I don’t even really…”

She trailed off, and was silent for a few seconds.

“Yeah, and you’re like the only person I know who doesn’t. It’s so weirdly old-fashioned of you.” said Rose.

“I know, I just…But anyway, this guy in the picture. It was…uh…big. It was soft, he was just holding it, but it…it was just so…thick! And long too…” said Jessica.

Hearing her describe my dick like this was really turning me on. She was clearly impressed by it.

“OK, so you saw a picture of a big cock. It’s pretty much impossible to go on the internet without seeing one these days.” Rose laughed, “It’s not like it makes the one you’re getting any smaller.”
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