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Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 08:16:04 +0000
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Sister's Helping Hand
My sister Kathy is only a year younger than I and is a year behind me in school.
Because we are so near the same age, we have always been very close to each
other, confiding our secrets and presenting a united front in our relations with
other people. I've always been the protective big brother, and she has been the
supportive, adoring little sister. We respect each other's ideas and thoughts
and depend on each other for advice and support.
This has been particularly true with respect to my dating. Because Kathy is
either a friend or a classmate of almost every girl I date, she is able to give
me advice and fill me in on almost all of them. Since Kathy and I don't have
secrets from each other, she knows me well enough to guess that my primary
interest is in what a girl has between her legs rather than between her ears.
Much of her advice and wisdom is thus about how far girls will go. I am often
surprised by the extent of Kathy's knowledge, especially since she very seldom
dates and is by her own admittance still a virgin.
Kathy warned me that the girl I had lined up for a Friday date was strictly a
prick tease-that she had a reputation for letting a boy feel everything she had
but not giving a thing in return, not even a hand-job. She was a real fox,
though, and I was egotistical enough to believe I could succeed where others
had failed.
Kathy was right about the girl. After I had taken her out to the lake and
parked, in hardly any time I had her bra off and my lips on her nipples. She
moaned and writhed in pleasure from my stimulation of her big white boobs.
Before long I had my hand under her skirt and between her legs, fingers under
her panties and running up and down her slit. She was all wet between her legs
so I knew she was responding to my finger work. I tried to pull her panties
down, but she resisted, shaking her head and saying she didn't go that far.
By this time I was in bad shape-hard-on throbbing and balls aching to release
their pent-up load. I took the girl's hand and put in on top of my throbbing
cock. She just left her hand there, totally inert, and didn't do a thing with
it. I told her I was hurting real bad and asked her to give me hand-job to
relieve my ache. She shook her head again and told me she just couldn't touch my
"nasty old thing."
Well, I was more than just a little disappointed-I was thoroughly pissed off. My
cock and balls were aching and needed relief badly, and she wouldn't help me at
all. I just started up the car and headed for the girl's house. All I wanted to
do was get her to her house and me back to my house so I could give myself a
nice slow hand-job and get rid of the ache between my legs. She quickly
rearranged her clothes back to where they should be and seemed relieved that her
ordeal was over. What a tease, I thought. I decided that from then on I'd listen
when Kathy tells me a girl is just a tease.
When I walked into my house, Kathy was still up. Our parents had already gone to
bed, but she was sitting up watching TV. She'd gotten herself ready for bed and
was wearing a pair of baby-doll pajamas. When I looked at her dressed like that,
I realized that Kathy was growing up to be a beautiful girl. She was blossoming
into womanhood and filled out the top of her pajamas very nicely. Her legs were
especially nice, thin and muscular from her work in school athletics. She got up
and came over to me when I entered, and whispering so that she wouldn't wake our
parents, she asked how things went on the date. I'm sure she could tell from the
look on my face that it had been a complete washout, but because she always took
an interest in me, she asked anyway. I grinned, a rueful grin, but nonetheless a
grin, and told her about my evening of sexual frustration.
Kathy hugged me in sympathy and I held her close. Whether it was because I was
so horny and she looked so nice to me or what, but I held her closer than a
brother usually holds a sister. From being so up-close and personal, she had no
difficulty learning that I still had a raging hard-on from my unrelieved ache.
"Poor Baby," Kathy said sympathetically, "is that what a tease does to a boy?"
"Yeah," I responded. "It's causing me a bad case of stone-ache."
"What's stone-ache?" Kathy asked.
"It means my balls ache from getting all hot and bothered," I explained.
"What does it take to get relief?" Kathy asked.
"Well, getting off is the only way to get relief. Since I didn't get laid, I
guess I'll have to resort to a hand-job."
Kathy's eyes got wide and she said, "You mean masturbate?
Get off by doing it to yourself?"
"Yeah," I said, laughing quietly, "I guess that's what I mean. Since I couldn't
get a girl to give me a hand- job, I'll just have to do it myself."
"Does it feel better if a girl does it?" Kathy asked. "Oh, yes! But she didn't
come through, so I'm out of luck this evening."
Kathy said so low that I had to strain to hear her, "I know a girl who will do
it for you this evening if you'll show her how."
"You do?" I said, surprised. "Who?"
Kathy put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Me." I pushed her out to arms'
length and whispered, "You'd give me a hand-job, Kathy? You really would?"
Kathy smiled shyly and told me that she felt sorry for me since I seemed to be
suffering and wanted to try to help me. She said that was the "least she could
do for her sweet big brother."
We turned off the TV and all the lights and went to my room. Even though there
weren't any lights on, there was sufficient light from a street light to be able
to see fairly clearly. I sat on my bed and took off all my clothes except for my
Jockey shorts. They did little to hide my protruding, rock-hard cock as it made
a tent out in front. As I slowly pushed my shorts down, Kathy came over and sat
down next to me on the bed. I could see her eyes go big as my rigid tool came
into view. She gasped a little, and said, "God, I had no idea you were so big.
This is the first hard penis I've ever seen, and I didn't know they got so big.
I've never touched one before, either, so you'll have to tell me what I'm
supposed to do."
I took Kathy's hand and showed her how to wrap it around my cock and stroke it
up and down. She started a gentle up and down movement, and I pushed my hips up
to meet each one of her strokes. The whole head of my cock was covered in pre-
cum and it glistened in the light coming through the window. Her hand moved up
into the juice with each stroke and soon my entire cock was coated in my slick
male lubrication. "You're getting all wet," Kathy whispered.
"Boys get wet when they're horny," I said.
"Then you must really be horny," Kathy said, smiling, and increasing the length
of her strokes.
"Oh, yeah!" I said. "Am I ever. That's really beginning to feel good." It was
feeling so good, in fact, that I was on the verge of coming. Not just an
ordinary come, but a really hard come. Kathy's hand-job was the best one I had
ever had. She might not have known how, but she had learned in a hurry. I also
suspected that having my own fox of a little sister give me the hand- job made
it much better than it had ever been before. I had just decided that my sister
was better looking than any of the girls I had been dating, and having her hand
working on my cock, having her sit there in her revealing baby-doll pajamas,
made it a special hand- job.
My stomach muscles tightened, my buttocks clenched, and I thrust my cock up into
Kathy's hand. A large spurt of hot sperm shot out and into the air. It landed on
my stomach as another spurt went skyward. Soon I was splattered all over my
front and Kathy's hand was drenched from the outpouring of the best orgasm I had
ever experienced. I slowly released my breath from having held it throughout my
entire explosion. I sighed and my muscles slowly relaxed. "God, Kathy," I
whispered, "that was so good."
"I can't believe what a mess we've made," Kathy said, laughing quietly. "I'll
get a towel and clean this up." Kathy cleaned both she and I and the bed,
mopping up globs of come from all over.
While she was still sitting by me on the bed, I said, "Thank you. I don't know
how I can repay you for this. I really appreciate it. My stone-ache's all gone,
and I can relax and sleep now."
"Just knowing you liked it is thanks enough," Kathy whispered. "Besides, it was
fun for me, too. I'll be glad to give you a helping hand any time you need it,"
she said, smiling at her own pun.
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