I left the bathroom and returned to my bedroom, mortified, but relieved she hadn’t been angry. I was still really turned on and it was getting so hard not to return to my computer. But I thought of Sara, and how much this meant to her, and how much she meant to me, and I stayed clean for one more night.
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Sunday was relaxing, and Sara didn’t give any indication of being upset about last night. In fact, she had given me a few extra smiles. The day passed by and I was again in my room, reading before I went to bed, trying to think of anything other than sex. There was a knock on the door and Sara came in.
“Hey.” She said, quietly, but kindly. I sat up and she came over and sat on the bed with me. She sighed.
“Um, I’m sorry I reacted so angrily the other day. You know how much I hate that stuff.” She said. I nodded. “I…did some research online. I wasn’t sure I really understood what you were talking about. I didn’t realize that you guys are wired to…use it or lose it, I guess.” She looked at me and we both started to chuckle at the awkwardness of the subject.
“Use it or lose it. Yep, that’s about it.” I said, smiling.
She laughed. “See, girls can usually just ignore it. I mean, I’ve…” she paused and started to blush. “…masturbated a few times, but it’s only when I really, really need it.”
Without meaning to, I suddenly felt myself get a bit erect. Having my cute younger sister sit in my room in her PJ’s and tell me that was more than a little stimulating.
Our eyes met, and we both squirmed a little.
She looked down. “Oh gosh. I can’t believe what I’m going to ask you.” Confused, I asked what she was talking about. She let out a breath to calm herself, and then looked back at me. “Can I tell you something really, really personal and can we not let it be too weird?”
Now really worried, I agreed.
Again she sighed. She bit her lip and looked away. She took a deep breath and turned back to me. “Instead of looking at porn, I’d rather you look at me.”
My heart skipped a beat and I felt myself start to break out in a sweat. “What…um…what do you mean?” I asked. My voice had almost cracked and I swallowed hard.
She rubbed her face with her hand. “I just can’t stand to see you get into that stuff, but I know you need something to help push you over…so…I want you to help you. If it’s not too creepy, I can try to get you…you know…excited.” She swallowed. “Okay?”
I couldn’t believe this. “Are you for real?” She nodded. And she meant it. So…I agreed.
We both agreed that if I really needed to masturbate, I would come to her room and ask an hour in advance. Then we changed the subject and talked about anything else until the nervousness and embarrassment was just a memory. She left, giving me a little smile, and I slept very well.
That Monday marked about the twelfth day since I had last masturbated. This whole idea of my sister’s seemed really weird, very awkward and I really didn’t know what to think of it. I spent the entire day trying to calm myself, to ignore my erections, to think peaceful thoughts of serene mountaintops. None of it was working. By the end of the day I couldn’t think about anything else but the fact that I really wanted to jerk off.
Feeling like a jerk, ironically, I stopped by Sara’s room and poked my head in. “Hey.” was all I said. She looked up at me from her computer and said hey back. Then she gave me an inquiring look. I shrugged and nodded, feeling really embarrassed. She smiled nicely at me and said simply, “Ok. I’ll be over in a little bit.”
I returned to my room and sat on my bed, my mind a complete mess and my dick throbbing. I thought about Sara and our relationship as brother and sister. She was eighteen and finishing her senior year at high school. Our family had moved around a lot when we were kids so we learned to stick together pretty close. She was really pretty; she worked out often and had a great sense of humor. And I knew she looked up to me, a lot. As her big brother, it was really hard to believe what she wanted me to do – to look at her as a girl, let myself be turned on by her and actually masturbate in front of her.
My thoughts were interrupted by Sara’s gentle knock on the door. She came in and closed the door behind her, giving me a little smile. She was wearing her PJ’s which consisted of a pair of striped shorts and a loose, light blue tank top that hung down just enough to show some of her cleavage.
“So…how should we start?” She asked. There was a moment’s pause as we looked at each other and then we both cracked up.
“Gosh this is weird,” I said, still chuckling. “I don’t think I can do this in front of you.”
She smiled kindly. “Well just get under the covers. I don’t need to see everything you’re doing.” I did as she suggested and got under the sheets on my bed. She giggled a little as I struggled to work my pants and boxers off. Finally undressed and fully covered, I couldn’t help but blush, but neither could she.
“Should I do anything? I don’t know what you need to get started,” She said.
I cleared my throat. “Uh, I’d feel weird giving you suggestions. Just do whatever. It’s not going to take much tonight.” And I was being very honest. My dick was already stiff as a board and I was grateful she couldn’t see since I had my knees pulled up and the sheets held away.
I felt blood rushing to my head as I watched her look herself over. She pulled her long, blond hair away from one side of her face. She glanced up at me and smiled, blushing. Slowly, she reached up and slipped one of the spaghetti straps of her tank top down one shoulder, then the other. Holding the top edge with her hands, she slowly lowered it down her chest, bringing more of her skin into view. I was already methodically stroking my cock as more of her cleavage came into view. Her breasts were fairly full and her skin was flawless and smooth. She stopped drawing the edge down when half of her breasts were exposed, then leaned forward a little to let me see down through her cleavage a little further.
She looked up at me, smiling sweetly, and said, “How’s this?” just as I began to ejaculate. Her eyebrow rose for a moment as she watched me straining and trembling as my semen squirted out onto my stomach and chest. In brief thoughts through my climax, I thought about how glad I was she couldn’t see through the sheets as I made an absolute mess. Eventually my trembling stopped and my vision cleared to see her still smiling at me.
Looking very pleased with herself, she slipped her straps back up and walked to the door. “I’ll let you clean up. Just let me know when you need me again.” When the door closed behind her, I quickly cleaned myself off, then fell back in bed and went to sleep, exhausted.