“That’s fantastic.” I gasped.
She swung her hips back and forth a little, like she was dancing to a slow melody. To my surprise, she lowered her panties even more until the entire length of her crack was exposed. I was completely mesmerized and drank in the perfect view my little sister was offering me. She kept moving her hips back and forth and I watched the gentle squeeze of her buttocks as they tightened and relaxed with her swaying.
“Better?” I heard her say, still facing away from me.
I just let out a sigh. She finally looked back. Her face was pretty rosy and her skin was shining.
“I think I’m ready, if you wanted to see.” I told her. She must have, for she turned her head back even more and locked her eyes on my crotch. I finally allowed myself to grab my dick and start jerking it as I stared at her perfect butt. I couldn’t help but let my hips rock forward and back as my cock strained against my boxers with each stroke. Sara looked hypnotized as she watched me, her brother, pumping his dick.
I stroked and stroked, but realized it just wasn’t happening yet. “Sorry,” I said, still pumping, “I think I’m a little nervous letting you watch.”
She nodded silently, then to my shock, she let go of the elastic of her panties with one hand, raised it up to a cheek, and pulled it away from the other by just a bit. “There, how’s that?” She said, not really a question.
My boxers were soaked before I even realized I was cumming. My hips bucked and my legs shook as I poured out stream after stream of milky cum into my boxers. I was straining so hard against the fabric that the white fluid began to appear on the surface where Sara could see it. I was gasping and shaking by the time my body settled down, and I could feel the copious puddles of cum all over my groin, seeping between my legs.
I finally looked back at Sara who smiled nervously but continued holding her butt apart absently. Her face was flushed and red and her hair was clinging to itself. Slowly, she pulled her panties back up, then pulled her shorts up. She hesitantly came over to me at the bed and I knew she could smell the scent of my cum and wet boxers. She leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek, and I could feel the heat radiating off of her face. Then she turned, smiled at me again, and left my room. I was beside myself with amazement…and really, really sticky.
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The next day I didn’t really see much of Sara as I had planned to go to the house of one of my buddies from my classes. But on Monday morning Sara and I again had breakfast together. When our parents were gone, she looked up at me with an embarrassed smile.
“Hey, um, I’m sorry if I got a little carried away the other night,” She said.
I smiled kindly at her. “Sara, it’s okay. Did you feel bad about it??
“Well, a little.” She looked at her cereal. “I was really turned on and I felt like I was pushing you…like I went too far.”
I reached across the table and put my hand on her arm. “Sara…listen. I respect you. And I love you. I know you’re trying to help me.” She looked up at me. “I’ve stayed away from the computer and I would still try even if you didn’t come over to help me out. Okay?”
Sara smiled. Coyly, she said, “But you do like the help, right?”
I chuckled. “I love the help.” She smiled.
I let go of her arm but she took my hand and gave it a little squeeze before letting it go. We finished our breakfast, then both went our separate ways. Just before leaving the house, Sara caught me at the door and gave me another little friendly kiss on the cheek. That kiss carried me though the day, distracted me all through classes, and made me lose sleep that night.
Chapter 8
By the time Tuesday evening came, it was clear to me that I’d need Sara’s help again because I had a hard-on all day. The desire to sit in front of my computer and visit my old favorite porn sites was incredibly strong, but I had no desire to disappoint my sister…not to mention that her letting me masturbate by looking at her was so far very superior to poor quality video clips.
So I again found myself knocking on her bedroom door that evening. She was inside on her computer and was happy to see me. She couldn’t help but to grin when I asked for her help again. She had been rather playful and giddy all evening and it seemed like she had been expecting me to come and ask.
“Do you want to stay here in my room this time?” She asked. “You can sit here if you want.” Sara got out of her seat and sat on her bed. I agreed and sat. She looked at me with eyes that seemed to sparkle from inside. “Are you planning on messing up your jeans?”
“Oh, um, no…” I stammered and stood back up. I hadn’t expected her to be ready for me already. I also felt really, really awkward as I pulled my jeans down to stand there in her bedroom in just my boxers and t-shirt.
She grinned. “Now you know how I feel!” She teased. I chuckled and sat. My dick was already halfway erect and I really didn’t want to advertise it. “Hmm, I guess you do know how I feel.” She said, and I realized she had noticed my erection anyway. I couldn’t help but blush a bit.
She sat there for a moment, and then happily sprang to life. She stood up on her bed and started to sway and dance like she had last time, but this time the music in her head must have been a little faster. We grinned at each other when we made eye contact and she swayed her hips a little extra in that moment. She was again wearing her pajama shorts and a light yellow tank top with spaghetti straps; her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.
I watched her closely as she danced and began to lift up the edge of her shirt. She dropped down to her knees but continued moving as though she were dancing. She lifted the edge of her shirt higher and higher, showing off her tanned stomach. I watched her abs flex and move as she swayed her hips around. She had pulled the middle of her shirt up between her breasts, showing me everything from under her breasts down to her shorts.
She glanced up at me, smiling. “How’s it going?”
I smiled back, still bashful. “Really well.” I said. She giggled.