Sisters Helping Hand

The following is inspired by a true event that happened during my recent holiday stay at my parents' house...

I recently returned home to stay at my parent's home during a three week holiday break from my job.

My parents' home consists of my mum and dad, my two sisters; Paula; aged twenty, Anna; aged eighteen, and my seven year old brother Thomas. I am a twenty-two year old single male called Richard, and had left home a few years ago.

For the fist week I enjoyed spending long lazy days just hanging around the house doing nothing in particular, and took advantage of my holiday by having long lie-ins on a morning. I was usually woken up by mid morning by my mum or dad, bringing me my morning mug of tea or coffee before they left the house.

On one particular morning, on the first weekend of my holiday, I had made arrangements to meet up with some old school friends for the day, and had woken up very early. I was lying in my bed under the duvet watching the TV when Anna, my youngest sister came into my room with a mug of coffee at around 8:45am, saying that the others had all gone out already.

"Morning sweetie" I said with a smile, and thanked her as she placed the mug on the bedside table. I sat up a little in the bed, pulling on the duvet as I did so, keeping it just under my chin.

Anna had recently started her first job, as a trainee cashier at the local bank, and I saw that she was obviously dressed to go there for the Saturday morning shift. I think she started at 10 o'clock that day. She looked very smart in her crisp white blouse top, with its big open collar and double cuffs. The top was a perfect accompaniment to her smart textured dark grey trousers and waist coat, and black high heeled shoes. She looked very grown up and professional. I did notice that the top three buttons of her top were undone though!

I expected her to leave the room straight away, but she didn't. Instead she stood near to the foot of my bed and we started talking. She asked me what I had planned for the day, and I told her of the arrangements I had made.

Our conversation continued, and after a while it had somehow turned to the subject of my girlfriends and then onto my sexlife! This was an unusual way for our discussion to go, as I knew she was a shy and quiet girl. I couldn't remember the last time she had a boyfriend, if in fact she had ever had one, even though she was good looking.

Anna is about 5'9" with a very skinny figure. Maybe a just bit too skinny. She is one of those girls who never seemed to put on weight, no matter how much she eats. I had never really looked at her in any way other than her being my baby sister, who I teased constantly when we were kids, but I reckoned she had about 32B sized breasts. She has long straight brown hair reaching down to the middle of her back, today tied in a simple ponytail, greyish blue eyes, and a lovely smile. Her skin is quite pale in complexion. Her make-up is always perfectly applied. Her long fingernails looked manicured. She obviously took great care of her body, hair and skin, and took great pride in her appearance, and the way she dressed.

We continued talking, and surprisingly the conversation was starting to turn ruder and ruder. After a while I told Anna that I really needed to get up to get myself ready, and I politely asked if she wouldn't mind leaving the room. She remained standing in the same spot and folded her arms, and said that she had plenty of time before she had to leave for work, so we could still talk whilst I got myself ready. I told her I couldn't get up with her in the room, as I always sleep in the nude and I was stark naked under the bed covers!

To my amazement she still didn't leave, but instead said that it was okay and that seeing me in the nude really wouldn't embarrass her as she had seen our brother naked lots of times at his bath time, so I had nothing that she hadn't seen before.

I laughed, and told her that it wasn't really the same, as our brother was only seven and I was twenty-two, and I was a lot different. I joked that I couldn't get out of bed at the moment anyway, as after our last bit of conversation I had gotten a little bit excited, and I now had a hard-on, and what I had was now a lot bigger. I thought saying that was sure to freak her out, and that she would leave in disbelief at what I said, but it only seemed to make her even more determined to stay.

After a short length of time I concluded that she really wasn't going to go after all, and I really did have to get up and start to get myself ready to go out. She was really expecting me to get out of bed stark naked with her stood there watching?!

"Oh fuck it..." I thought to myself, deciding to call her bluff, and just threw back the duvet, exposing my naked body and extremely hard and thick cock to my sister. As I looked at her I saw her eyes flit downwards quickly to glance at my cock. I heard her take a sharp intake of breath as she saw my cock momentarily spring up from against my body, free after being trapped under the covers, before it slapped back against my stomach. I expected her to shriek and run out of the room now, but she just stood there in silence, her eyes quickly darting between my face and my erection. I saw her cheeks begin to flush and glow red.

My fully erect cock is about 7 inches long and is quite thick in girth, extending from a thin bed of light brown pubes that hid nothing. It was now twitching slightly in time with my nervous breathing and rapid heart beat. The foreskin was fully rolled back exposing the engorged purple head. My balls hung loosely below between my slightly open thighs.

After a few silent moments I moved to get up off the bed to put on some clothes, with my rock hard cock sticking straight out from my body, bouncing around with every move I made. All of Anna's attention was now firmly fixed on my erection. She was no longer pretending not to stare at my cock. I could see her eyes watching it, following its every movement.

She smiled at me and said that she had to agree that I was indeed very different to our younger brother, but then innocently asked me how I was going to put my underwear and jeans on over it when it was sticking out like it was. Was she really so naïve? I laughed and told her that I would be able to do so, and said that once she left the room it would eventually go soft anyway. She then replied that she wanted to see this happen, and by the serious expression on her face it was obvious to me that she really wasn't going to leave now until she had witnessed my cock going soft.

Well, there was no way that my hard cock was going to go soft with any eighteen year old girl just stood staring at it, even if that girl was my sister. So after another short period of awkward silence, and with a gulp of my throat at what I had decided to do to solve my problem, I said that if she really wanted to see it happen, I knew of one way of getting my cock to go soft.

She didn't offer a response as she had no idea about what I was talking about doing, so in my naked state (well I didn't think there was any point in covering up now), I quickly walked past her over to the washbasin in the corner of the room, before returning to the bed holding a face cloth and a handful of tissues. All the time Anna continued to openly stare at my erection as it waved from side to side as I walked.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I nervously lay back down on the bed, placing the face cloth on my stomach and the tissues at my side, before thoroughly wetting my palm with my tongue and a bit of saliva. I lifted my cock, taking hold of the shaft in my hand, ensuring that the foreskin remained pulled back as far as it could so the large angry purple head was fully exposed to my sisters' gaze. I started to slide my hand up and down the shaft, all the time staring at my now gob-smacked sister, who just stood there looking at my crotch, open mouthed in astonishment at what I was actually doing in front of her. But she didn't voice any disapproval or attempt to leave...so I carried on.

In an effort to get this over with as quickly as possible, I decided to increase my stroking pace, and rapidly slid my hand up and down my extremely hard cock. After a couple of minutes though; despite my nervous, but now very aroused state, it was just not working for me, and I knew exactly why...

I wanted Anna to do it.

I looked into her eyes as she briefly looked up from my hard cock. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. It was as though she must have read my thoughts, as without saying a word she moved forward, slowly walking around the side of the bed, before gently sitting down on the very edge of the bed to the side of me, and twisting herself around so that she was facing more towards where I lay. A shy, apprehensive smile appeared on her face as she looked at me, then back down to watch my hand sliding up and down my cock.

I slowed down my stroking, before removing my hand from around my shaft, letting my cock drop back to rest against my stomach. I watched as Anna leant forward slightly, placing one hand on the bed to steady herself, before slowly reaching across with the other, and tentatively taking hold of my cock in her small hand. As she lifted it, her fingernails grazed over my skin, and her slender fingers bumped against the engorged head, making me groan quietly, and causing my cock to twitch. Her skin felt so soft and warm, and its paleness was in stark contrast to the reddened colour of my shaft and the thick purple head.

She giggled nervously at me, her face and cheeks turning redder still. She slid her hand lower down my cock, bending and flexing her fingers, not feeling me up, but finding herself a comfortable grip around my shaft. I could sense her hand and whole body were shaking slightly as she gently gripped me.

Then she began...softly stroking her hand up and down the full length of my cock, just as she had just seen me doing...stopping her upward strokes when her fingers bumped over the rim of the head, before sliding her hand right down to the base, brushing through my pubic hair, and then back up the shaft again.

I trembled as her hand ran smoothly over the entire length of my shaft. I just lay there as she jerked me off, my eyes now closed; my head tilted back resting against the headboard. Soon my legs began to slowly writhe around on the bed, and I started breathing heavily.

I looked over at her again. Her eyes were totally focussed on my cock. She had tightened her grip more and increased her stroking pace significantly; exactly as I had done. Up and down! Up and down! Her fingers were slapping against my body as she reached the base of my shaft on her downwards strokes. She stroked up higher across the head now, her hand rubbing over the ultra-sensitive spot right under the eye. I could not take much of that...

I knew I could not last much longer, and my breathing became more and more laboured, inhaling long, slow, deep breaths, before exhaling rapidly. I started to moan softly in pleasure....and it only took a further thirty seconds or so of her stroking action before I felt the familiar tingling feeling of my climax approaching.

I groaned and whispered out a warning to her; "I'm going to cum soon Anna if you don't stop!" I didn't really want her to stop, and I honestly didn't know if she knew what would happen. She carried on stroking my cock with the same intensity.

Seconds later, and with another loud groan, my hips bucked and I thrust my cock up forcefully against her hand. I felt my buttocks tense. My body stiffened...my cock stiffened...my balls tightened...my cock swelled and pulsed in her hand.

"Ahh! Anna! Yes!!" I groaned, as I came.

"Oh!" was the only thing Anna could manage to say. She visibly jumped and her eyes widened in surprise as two thick ropes of semen shot powerfully from my cock, arcing upwards and streaking across my body, reaching up to the top of my chest, followed in quick succession by at least another two or three powerful spurts across my lower chest and over my stomach and the face cloth. She continued rubbing and stroking me through my orgasm. One shot of cum arched straight upwards, before splashing all over the cuff and lower part of the sleeve of her crisp white blouse, bringing a moan of annoyance from her as it ran down and soaked into the material. She quickly angled my cock to ensure that no more cum splashed her clothes as she continued jacking me off. The remaining bursts now subsided slightly, hitting the skin on her small hand, and over and between her fingers, which were still gripping my shaft tightly, still sliding up and down its full length.

Soon the sensations I was feeling were getting too difficult to handle, and the intense pleasure became too much to bear.

"That's enough now Anna...You should stop now!" I gasped. My chest was heaving as I breathed deeply, and my own body was now shaking from the force of my orgasm.

The head of my cock was now immensely sensitive. Anna's tight grasp, now lubricated and slippery with my cum, slowed again to a stroking motion on just the shaft.

She giggled at me again; her cheeks were still flushed red, but now with obvious excitement at what she had just done for me. Her own breathing had become a little ragged.

She finally stopped as her last stroke up the length of my shaft from the base to the head squeezed the last significant amount of cum to the head of my cock, where it oozed out, dribbling over and in between her fingers as she slid them over the head.

"Oh wow!" Anna squealed out loud as she slowly removed her hand from around my cock, watching with fascination as thick sticky threads of cum stretched like elastic between my now softening cock and her hand and fingers, before finally breaking their connection.

With another gasp she looked down and saw that my cum covered cock had now almost softened fully, and was now laying limply to one side. Without saying another word she got up off the bed and ran out of the room, her hand still coated with my cum.

A few minutes later I heard the front door slam shut...as Anna left for work.

As I cleaned myself up I thought about what we had done, and that I was going to be in big big trouble, as I knew she was bound to tell someone. But it turned out that Anna chose keep the events of that morning to herself. When she returned home from work that evening she was still wearing the same white shirt she had worn that morning, and I noticed that sleeve and cuff were still marked where my cum had splashed them. She must have just washed her hands after she had run out of my room.

Despite what had happened, there was no awkwardness between us whatsoever, and the remainder of my holiday continued as before, but Anna never brought me my morning drink again. Since that day we have never talked about what happened that morning, and just carry on as a normal brother and sister, whenever we meet up.