I moved to the very edge of the dining room table, it was risky as I was more in line of sight of my brothers but I was banking on them being too drunk to notice. They were focused to the football game, and beer, to even care what he was doing. As always I was almost completely ignored until they wanted something from me, like the laundry done or dinner cooked. So I sat quietly and once again reached out with my mind towards Aaron. I was nervous, I was only sort of concealed under the table, but I reminded myself that he would have no idea what was happening, just like the boy on the bus, or in the bathroom. I reached him sitting on the couch and slowly and gently moved my hand up over his lap and onto his massive penis. Aaron seemed oblivious to the light pressure that my mind hand was now exerting on his member.
I don't know if was because I had now only touched, well sort of, 2 penises or if it was because this one was attached to my brother that I was so incredibly turned on, maybe the extra forbidden nature of this was making it even hotter to me. I slowly and carefully gripped it, my mental hand stretched all the way around it. I could feel it in all its glory and my erection was throbbing at a full 4". I wanted to know how big his got so I started to slowly manipulate it back and forth, teasing the head a little. The alcohol slowed its response, I had to take more aggressive measures stroking more vigorously, but still gently enough hopefully not to draw attention to it. Aaron was in the process of draining a beer when the desired effect began to happen. I could feel the member stiffening, growing longer and thicker until it stopped at what I could only guess was near a foot long and thicker than can of chunky soup. It was no longer resting neatly between his legs but was trying to stand up, sticking out at about a 45 degree angle. Finally Chris went for a beer and noticed Aaron's erection. "Dude, what the fuck is that doing here" he pointed at it with his beer spilling some on the hard dick. I could feel the liquid slide down the shaft my grip not interrupting its path it pooling around the base of the shaft some making its way down onto the couch fabric. Aaron was genuinely confused about why he had a hard on at that moment but the alcohol dulled his judgement and so he just shrugged and grunted "must want to play" before laughing and batting it a little to the side only for it to pop back up, "not like I'm doing anything to encourage it."
But I was, I kept manipulating it feeling it pulse in my minds hand, its raw power evident. Aaron started to sweat a little, he was now aware something was going on, he gripped at his cock trying to figure out what was causing this wave of pleasure. The beer had made it slick, watching closely he could see it pulsing back and forth, but he was drunk and it felt good so he didn't seem to care. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. I took this to mean that he was ready for more, so I opened up my stroke to full and speed things up. Aaron moaned with pleasure, as Chris looked on in a bit of disbelief, a little bit of curiosity, a little bit of horror. After a few minutes Aaron pulsed his hips and let out rope after rope of thick hot cum. I could feel it sliding down his shaft. I was so turned on I wanted to cum myself so I snuck out from my hiding place and went up to my room, and very quickly shot my pathetic load. I could hear a very confused Chris downstairs, trying to figure out what he'd just seen. Don't worry I thought, You're next.