“Just lay still, lay still it’s going to be all right.”
And it was all right, as I discovered the pleasure of a sister’s hand on my shaft. It was instant ecstasy as she gripped tight and slowly moved her hand up and down my cock. When she quickened her strokes, my balls bounced out of control, dancing to the rhythm before retracting and hardening ready to shoot.
It was all over so quickly. I couldn’t help myself. I had gallons of frustrated sperm eager to get out. I squirted a huge load upwards. I trembled and shook as an exquisite irritation shot through my body. I wasn’t cumming, I was dying from pleasure. My life was flowing out with my cum. Patricia continued to pump and another jet of hot cum spurted out. Then another.
I don’t know how many times I shot, but I remember sobbing in Patricia’s arms as she said, “I’m always here for you Jon. I’m always here. I’ll always take care of you.”
And she did.
She would jerk me off three of four times a week. Each session followed a similar pattern. It was always in two stages, beginning with a quick vigorous first jerking which would be over in a few strokes; followed by a slower and longer hand job which gave me a deeper pleasure.
Patricia was a thoughtful sister, that was for sure, and it really helped. It gave me something to look forward to, and I think Patricia enjoyed it too. It kept me calm and the atmosphere at home improved. Of course, mom didn’t know that her daughter was jerking her son off every other day, but she was happy with my new easy-going attitude.
The first time Patricia exposed her boobs to me was to help me cum. Down to her generous nature I suppose. It was one of those days when, although my cock was rock hard, I just wasn’t shooting. Patricia had worn out her right hand jerking and then her left. She had tickled my balls with the fingers of one hand while jerking with the other. But still, I hadn’t cum. The more I worried about it, the further off it seemed.
Now Patricia was a patient jerker who loved her younger brother, and she would keep at it for as long as it took; but today she had a problem. This was a lunchtime session, and she had to be back at work by two. It was now one thirty. Always the pragmatist Patricia took action.
She unbuttoned her blouse, unclipped her bra and released a pair of large succulent breasts. I gasped as her two white orbs swung free above me. The nipples were hard and a pinky brown. I hadn’t seen many boobs, and those I had seen were in girlie magazines; but Patricia’s were the real thing and something worth watching.
As she leaned over me her two breasts bumped together.
“Now look at these titties. Pretty aren’t they.” They were like two ripe fruits waiting to have the juice squeezed out of them. Patricia knew the power of boobs over men. And a man would have to be blind not to have succumbed to hers. She was only young, but she had the boobs of an older woman, much larger than most girls of her age. Yes, she had showed them to help me cum; but it was also because she was proud of them.
The way she smiled down triumphantly as her breasts swung free. The way she studied my face as I drank in the luxurious site of those two luscious titties confirmed this.
I could see two hard nipples sticking out proud and firm. Patricia jerked on. I was intoxicated by these beautiful white breasts, so large for one so young. They were exotic and intoxicating. Patricia jerked on. I could smell their fresh, clean aroma. They were so near if I stretched up I could suck a nipple. Patricia jerked on. Patricia leaned forward slightly and shook her breasts. They slapped together and trembled above me. Patricia jerked on.
Then I came. I squirted a huge load directly onto her titties, showering sperm everywhere. I felt my soul had shot out with my cum. She kept jerking until I was fully drained. She was covered in cum. It was even dripping from her nipples.
Triumphantly she said, “Good boy. Good boy.” Then she smiled, buttoned her blouse and said, “I gotta go or I’ll be late.” And she was gone, cum and all. Satiated, I hardly noticed her leave.
After that Patricia carried on looking after me. When I eventually got a girlfriend, she would still take a moment to jerk me off when she could. She certainly seemed to enjoy doing it. I think she liked the dependency I had for her. I suppose there was an element of control in this, but to me I didn’t care if I got to cum.
When she married and left home she would still ‘help’ her younger brother when the chance arose. But when I married the opportunities weren’t there; and of course, once she moved away deep into the country it was impossible.
After we had both divorced and Patricia began to visit more frequently, she did give me the occasional hand job; but it was difficult with my daughters around and also the twins. The other problem was my lack of a hard on. Patricia always did her best, but usually she made a lot of effort for no reward. She was still willing to help, but I soon lost interest.
* * * * *
So, there you go, that’s how it started and that’s why I was now sat opposite my sister who had just offered to jerk me off. She was a kind hearted woman, and I had sort of anticipated she might offer to do what she had done so many times before. To her it was no big deal. Just helping her younger brother.
Patricia was staring at me. She wanted an answer.
I refocused my attention, but I didn’t reply. I felt strangely embarrassed. I was her younger brother and she was my elder all-knowing sister. I looked down at the floor.
“You’re not going shy on me, are you?”
I faced her again and said, “No, it’s just that…….” What was I to say? Oh, the situation has changed as I am now fucking my teen daughters, and I have an almost perpetual hard on. I couldn’t admit to that could I?
“No, it’s…” As I searched for words I felt a tingle in my cock. It started deep under my balls and began to spread up my shaft.
Patricia wasn’t one to procrastinate, she stood up and came over. She didn’t wait for a reply. She just stuck out her hand. I took it and let her lead me. We stopped outside my bedroom door. Still holding my hand Patricia turned to me and said, “You go in and get ready. I’m going to change into something cooler.”
I went in, stripped naked and lay on the bed. It had been a couple of years since the last time; and then, despite her efforts, my flaccid cock hadn’t spurted. I knew this time would be different.
I looked down at my cock. It was swelling and twitching as it hardened. It was powering its way upwards, getting ready to strike its prey. Patricia would be seeing her brother’s cock once again, but this time no longer limp and flabby. A tremor of excitement ran through me. What would be her reaction? I soon found out.
When Patricia came in, she stopped, motionless, stunned, staring down at my cock.
“My goodness Jon…. my goodness. Wow, that’s quite something.” For the first time she seemed to be struggling for something to say.
“I’ve never seen you so hard. It…it…it’s so much bigger. I’ve never seen it like this. It’s magnificent.” For a moment her voice had changed, slower almost hesitant. Then she resumed her usual matter of fact way of talking, “What? Are you on medication?”
With her right hand she reached over and wrapped it around my cock. A delicate light grip, assessing its bulk.
“My you are a big boy.” Her fingers explored the shaft and the head of my cock and then went down to my balls. She juggled them with the tips of her fingers. Then searched between them running her fingers down until she reached my ass, before returning and gently gripping both balls in one hand.
“And these seem big too.” She paused and then continued, “No doubt a lot of cum in there.”
Patricia was still staring at my cock, “Well, I guess I’d better get to work. One quick one and one slow as always.”
With that Patricia started to jerk me off. It was fast and furious. She’d lost none of her skill. And why should she? She’d had so much practice. It didn’t take long; the first one never did.
I didn’t hold back. The centre of my balls started to tingle, my ass muscles contracted and then that exquisite sensual tearing shot through my cock as I spurted a huge jet of cum.
“There we go. There we go.” Patricia kept jerking as cum flooded over her fingers. Ever the expert, she kept stroking until the last drop of sperm had been drawn from my balls.
I lay back panting on the bed. Patricia sank down beside me. She was still holding my cock in one hand. We always had a few minutes of calm before starting the longer, slower jerk. Time for me to get my breath back ready for the next bout.
Patricia sat up and knelt on the bed. She put a hand into one of the pockets of her robe and pulled out some tissues. She used these to mop up the sperm which had splashed her and to wipe the rivulets of cum which trickled across my stomach. Then she looked over, saw the bin and threw them in.
She was readying herself for the longer session. I could see her flexing and stretching her fingers.
I waited in anticipation as I always had and then I did something I’d never done before. I sat up, reached over and undid the belt on Patricia’s robe. Patricia’s eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly, but she never said anything. Then I pushed the robe off her shoulders to reveal her two huge breasts.
No longer the firm pert breasts of her youth, now they hung down over her stomach; but they were still beautiful to behold. I didn’t touch them. I simply leaned forward and tugged the rest of Patricia’s robe from her body.
Patricia was still wide eyed and staring. She was also still speechless. She was kneeling naked before me on the bed. I turned towards her and gently pushed her back. I saw her glance down at my rigid cock. I didn’t need to spread her legs as she opened them for me.
For a moment I paused. Patricia’s pussy was displayed before me. After all these years I was actually seeing what had previously been a mystery to me. The first thing that came to mind was that ‘pussy’ wasn’t the right word to describe this mature hairy entrance. It was clearly a ‘cunt.’
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