Consequences Pt. 22

"Don't worry about it Joe, it happens all the time," Jen assured him, adjusting the towel across his eyes so he had no chance of seeing. "We're almost done."

Jen moved to the end of the bed and worked on his feet again. She used reflexology techniques and really dug in hard. She hoped the rough handling would "cure his problem" and make his erection go down. But if anything he got even harder. She knew Mike's feet were an erogenous zone for him. She could always get Mike rock hard by lightly tickling the bottom of his feet. She sighed, realizing Joe must be the same way, just like his brother.

Joe's hard penis was seriously tenting the sheet. It was embarrassing for both Jen and Joe. Jen couldn't help noticing Joe's size. He wasn't super big like Scott and certainly not Tony-Tony. But still he was impressive, noticeably bigger than Mike. This was an area where Joe was NOT like his brother.

"Um, should we stop now?" Jen asked feeling embarrassed for both herself and Joe. "I just have your legs left."

"... I guess go ahead and finish," Joe said. He was embarrassed by his erection - mortified even - but he was enjoying having Jen's hands on him, he didn't want to stop.

"Okay," Jen said. She moved the sheet off Joe's legs, blushing as she doubled the sheet over his erection. The extra weight didn't faze his erection as the tent remained.

Jen moved back to the end of the bed and worked on his legs, starting with his calves. Again she admired his lean muscular runner's legs.

As she rubbed up and down Joe's calves, digging her thumbs in, Joe subtly shifted, opening his legs a little. That was another trick male clients did. Jen knew some girls from the St. Regis took the bait, venturing a little higher than they should up the client's thighs and brushing across his private parts. That always got a big tip! Jen had never done that one.

It surprised her Joe was using these tricks. But then he was a guy, and she knew he had always kinda had a crush on her. She'd played it up too, flirting with him, so she couldn't blame him.

She started working on his thighs. Her face was pointed right at his erection. She tried to avert her eyes.

Fuck it. She checked the towel covering his eyes to make sure he couldn't see. Then she took a long look at his erection. She couldn't see details because of the sheet, but it was pretty clear he had a nice one. She felt herself getting moist. She couldn't help it, she was a girl, he was a guy, and Joe had a nice body. And she hadn't gotten laid in a long time. Okay, just a few days, but a lot had happened during that time and she was going out of her mind horny.

She kept her fingers well short of the sheet, not coming close to Joe's privates. Still, as she leaned forward to rub up his thighs, her face came within inches of his erection. Her face felt hot.

Joe was getting into it too. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down.

Jen was nearing the end of the massage. She had no intention of doing anything naughty. He was her brother-in-law after all. But in her horny state, with this impressive manhood just inches from her mouth, she couldn't resist, she did something flirty.

Rather than rubbing with the flats of her fingers and palms, she ran her fingernails up Joe's thighs. Joe moaned and his penis twitched under the sheet. Jen knew she should stop, but she couldn't help herself, she was too much of a flirt. She ran her nails from Joe's outer thighs to his inner thighs, right around his knees.

Then Jen applied a little outward pressure so Joe opened his legs a little more. She paused for a moment, lightly digging her nails into his inner thighs at his knees, her eyes on the tent formed by Joe's erection. Joe held his breath, feeling exposed before his sister-in-law (even though his erection was completely covered by the sheet).

At this point Jen wasn't thinking. Her eyes still locked on the tent, Jen slowly - slowly - ran her pink, manicured nails lightly up Joe's inner thighs towards his erection.

Jen stopped just as her fingers touched the sheet. But it didn't matter, Joe was too far gone. Suddenly he groaned and his body lurched as he came, the sheet getting all wet with his ejaculation.

"Oh god!" Jen cried coming to her senses. She pulled her hands away and turned the other way, averting her eyes. She felt mortified realizing what she'd done. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Joe said feeling just as embarrassed. He pulled the sheet around him and scrambled off the bed, standing as far away from Jen as possible while still being in the same room.

"Um, sometimes that happens," Jen said. It was a lie, that'd never happened to her. But then, she'd never caressed a client like that before.

"Yeah, sure," Joe said hurriedly, not looking at Jen. Jen wasn't looking at Joe either.

"Um, I guess I'll let you go to sleep," Jen said moving to the door.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, thanks for the massage," Joe sputtered out, hurriedly closing the door behind Jen.

Later in bed, Jen lay still, breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling. She felt horrified by what had happened, but her body tingled with desire. She couldn't help it, she'd already been horny and the massage had only heightened her passion.

She'd caught a glimpse of Joe's penis as he came, his lurch momentarily throwing the sheet off and revealing his manhood. He wasn't too long (maybe 6 inches) but thicker than normal. Being with Frankie she'd developed an appreciation of girth over length. And Joe's shaft appeared to be heavily veined, menacing looking, something that always turned her on.

But Joe was Mike's brother! She'd always been close to him. Not so much a brother-sister relationship, more like platonic friends. Although that was how she'd started with Frankie, platonic. Then ...

"Stop!" she told herself. The game was over and this was Joe!

She wanted to pull out her toys and play with herself. God she needed fucked! But she was afraid of where her fantasies might take her with the image of Joe's impressive manhood still fresh in her mind. God she hoped Mike would come home this weekend! She rolled to her side and drifted off into a restless sleep.

Jen left for work early the next morning, not wanting to face Joe. She called Joe's parents at their hotel and invited them to dinner. After hanging up, Jen started thinking it might be better if Joe moved to his parent's hotel.

"How's the Ring?" Jen asked Mike later on the phone.

"It's fixable," Mike said. "But it's going to take a lot of work. The Memphis data flows are huge, we're having to rewrite a lot of the code. I'll probably have to work through the weekend."

"Can't Steve handle it?" Jen said trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. She needed Mike home, she needed fucked!

"He's managing the data interface team, I'm working on the core algorithms," Mike explained. "The entire team is working 24/7."

Jen sighed, resigning herself to no sex this weekend. It was hard. For weeks she'd gotten fucked constantly by Frankie and his beautiful, super thick penis. She'd never gotten that much constant sex in her entire life. Her body had gotten used to that and it'd ramped up her already high sex drive.

Now, suddenly, nothing. It was like her body was going through withdraws.

"I'm thinking it might be better if Joe stayed at your parents' hotel."

"Why?" Mike asked a frown in his voice.

"Um, I thought Joe would be more comfortable being close to your parents," Jen said.

"Mom and dad will probably go home soon, you know how dad is, he hates being away from home," Mike said. "I'd feel a lot better if Joe's at our place with you. Is he a lot of work?"

"No, Joe's no trouble," Jen said. Forcing a smile into her voice she said "Of course Joe can stay at our place baby, he can stay as long as he wants."

After hanging up with Jen, Mike was tempted to hack into Sapphire. But no, he decided to stick with his plan.

At that moment, Sapphire's Liberty routines (the government's surveillance software inside Sapphire) were spying on American citizens, tracking, recording and analyzing their movements and activity on the Internet. Liberty's data was used by DHS, FBI, CIA and NSA to identify potential terrorist groups operating within the United States.

Unbeknownst to the government, the condition-based routine Mike embedded into Sapphire flickered to life. The routine was rigged to activate if it detected illegal spying by Sapphire. The routine activated and silently worked in the background, performing the tasks Mike had programmed months ago back in Paris when Jen was with Alex.

Jen left work early and went to the grocery market. When she got home she was relieved to see Mike's mom and dad already there. Willow was there too. Jen wasn't ready to be alone with Joe, and she was a terrible cook. She was glad to have mom and Willow there to help with dinner.

In fact, mom and dad spent most of their time fussing over Joe. That left Jen and Willow alone in the kitchen.

"Joe told me about the massage last night," Willow said with an amused smile. Jen flushed red and the gypsy woman laughed good-naturedly. "Don't worry, it happens sometimes when a pretty young girl massages a man."

"It's happened to you?" Jen asked.

"Well, I'm not young anymore, and I was never as pretty as you," Willow said. "But years ago, yes. Don't be embarrassed. Just remember, you're helping Joe."

"Do you think he has a chance?" Jen asked concerned.

"Quality is what matters, not quantity," Willow said with a mysterious smile. "We'll all die someday. What matters is not when Joe dies, but the quality of his life until then. That's my purpose with Joe, to help enrich his life. That's what you want too, isn't it Jen?"

Willow gave Joe his massages the rest of the week. On Saturday Jen went shopping with Mike's mom. "Dr. Calgary is hopeful about Joe's holistic therapy," mom said brightly while they had a coffee at Starbucks. "I trust him, I feel like Joe has a chance no matter what the tests say."

"That's so good mom!" Jen gushed squeezing her mother-in-law's hand.

Suddenly mom broke out into tears. "What's wrong?" Jen said worriedly.

"I'm sorry," mom said wiping the tears with her hand. "It's just ... even if Joe beats this, all the treatments, they've hurt him."

"What do you mean?" Jen asked.

"All the chemotherapy," mom said looking heart-stricken. "Joe's sterile. He can never have children."

The next week Willow was away. She asked Jen to handle Joe's massage therapy.

Jen agreed, although she was nervous about it. Joe was nervous too. He masturbated three times that day, hoping to quench his passion and avoid getting a boner during the massage.

Jen and Joe had an awkward dinner. Neither of them talked about the upcoming massage, in fact they hadn't talked much at all since the other night. Jen eagerly agreed when Joe offered his cannabis pipe, she could definitely use a hit to take the edge off.

"Ready?" Jen asked with a forced smile, and they each got ready. Joe went into his bedroom. He undressed and got face down on the bed, pulling the sheet over him. Jen put on a similar outfit as last time, form-fitting yoga pants, sports bra and a loose top. Again because of her vanity she wore a thong to avoid panty lines.

"Ready Freddie?" Jen said affectionately running her fingers through Joe's hair.

"Yeah," Joe said into the mattress (he was lying face down).

Jen began working on his neck and back. Looking down Joe had a clear view of her pretty feet (she was barefoot). Her toes were painted the same pink as her fingernails. As she leaned forward to reach his lower back she extended on her tiptoes and he saw the elegant arch of her slim feet. Like Mike, Joe had a thing for legs and feet. He felt himself stiffening.

Also as Jen stroked from Joe's shoulders to his lower back, her soft blonde hair fell over his head, tickling down his neck and cheeks. "Sorry," Jen said. She stopped for a moment and put her long blonde hair into a high ponytail.

"That's okay," Joe said, relishing the silky lush feel of her long thick blonde hair, and the vanilla strawberry scent of her shampoo.

Thirty minutes later Jen held the sheet up like a privacy screen as Joe rolled over. As he settled on his back he parted his legs slightly and shifted his hands to the sides of the bed. Despite beating off earlier he had a raging hard-on, tenting the sheet.

Jen noticed of course. What could she do? She wasn't trying to turn him on. Like last time, she folded a towel and placed it over his eyes.

She moved to the dresser to get more oil. Her hands were slippery so she dropped the bottle. Joe turned his head. He looked under the towel as she bent over to get it. The T of Jen's thong peeked above her yoga pants. They were pink and lacy. His cock got even harder.

Joe turned his head back and fixed the towel over his eyes. Jen turned and moved to the side of the bed to do his chest. His hand was at the side of the bed. She could shift to the side but then he'd know he was busted and get embarrassed. Jen decided it was better to pretend any contact was accidental.

She rubbed across his chest, working on his pecs. Again she was impressed by the muscular definition of his chest. As she stroked across his chest, she leaned into his hand. Once again his hand pressed just above her pussy.

Joe watched from under the towel. He had a sudden desire for her pussy to press against his hand. Throwing caution to the wind he shifted his hand slightly so his fingers dangled over the edge of the bed.

Jen noticed the movement of course. "Okay, now Joe's being bad," Jen thought. But why did it matter? She wore pants and panties. It wasn't like he'd be able to feel anything. Jen decided to go with it. She continued to rub Joe's chest. Each time she leaned over her pussy pressed against his hand. Jen told herself, "If Joe moves his hand I'll stop," but Joe didn't move his hand.

Joe's head was spinning. "I'm touching her pussy!" he thought to himself. His cock was so hard!

Jen finished with Joe's chest. She moved the sheet up to his shoulders. Then she moved the sheet off his legs, folding it over his waist (and the tent formed by his erection). She went to the end of the bed and began working on his feet, then moved up to his calves. After finishing with his calves she began on this thighs. She rubbed up and down, using her thumbs to dig into his inner thighs as she stroked up and down.

Jen's touch wasn't electrifying like the other night when she'd scraped her nails up and down his inner thighs. But still, just having her hands on him got his heart beating hard. He felt close to cumming. He didn't want to cream the sheets again, that would be too humiliating. He said "Maybe you should stop."

Jen heard the pain in his voice, the pain of needing sexual release but knowing he wasn't going to get it. "I'm sorry about last time," Jen said continuing to massage his thighs.

"It was an accident," Joe said. "I didn't even ..." He stopped alarmed by what he almost said.

"What?" Jen asked. "You didn't what?"

Joe hesitated, then he sputtered out, "It was an accident, it didn't feel like a sexual thing."

Jen slowly nodded, understanding coming to her. Yes, Joe had cum, but without stimulation on his penis it had been like a ruined orgasm. He'd gotten no pleasure from it, just frustration. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't worry about it, I can take care of myself," he said with a laugh.

"You don't have - um - a friend?" Jen asked. Every single guy (especially a cute guy like Joe) had at least one friend with benefits, right?

Joe pulled the towel from his eyes and leaned up on his elbows. He looked at Jen. "I told you, girls see me as damaged goods."

"You're not damaged goods Joe," she assured him, squeezing his knee.

"Yeah right," Joe said sarcastically with a bitter, ironic laugh.

Jen felt like she'd put her foot in her mouth. Of course he was damaged. He was going to die.

Willow's words came back to her: "What matters is not when Joe dies, but the quality of his life until then."

Jen looked into Joe's eyes, she saw the pain there, the desire, the desperation. She knew it was wrong, a mistake, but ...

She moved from his feet to his side. "Maybe I can be your friend Joe," she said in a low voice. His eyes went wide as her hand disappeared under the sheet.

"You don't have to do this," Joe said nervously.

"I want to," Jen said. Joe's face contorted and he groaned as her soft hand went around his hard cock.

"Oh god," Joe moaned as Jen began to slowly stroke his shaft. "It feels so good!"

Jen stroked him faster. Precum seeped from his cockhead, but his shaft was still dry. She poured some oil on her palm and then began stroking him again.

It felt even better now! God, it felt so good! Lust in his eyes, out of control, Joe reached towards Jen's breasts. Jen immediately pulled away. "No Joe," she chastised him.

"I'm sorry!" he said immediately, embarrassed by what he'd intended.

Jen didn't blame him, she knew how it was to lose control. He looked embarrassed and ashamed, she felt sorry for him. She remembered Willow's words again, and thought "He's dying."

Jen smiled at him and said "That's okay." Still smiling at him (not sexily but affectionately), she crossed her arms and pulled off the loose shirt. His eyes grew wide seeing the sports bra. She smiled inside. Joe had seen her often in a bikini. But you call it a "bra" instead of a "bikini top" and all of a sudden it's naughty and sexy, like seeing something you weren't supposed to.

"We'll keep it this way, okay?" she said to him, meaning she wasn't taking anything else off.

"Okay," Joe agreed not taking his eyes off her bra and practically salivating.

Jen saw the hunger in his eyes. Impulsively she said "You can touch me."

"Really?" Joe said like an excited young boy.

Jen giggled, charmed by his boyishness. That naiveté had always attracted her, it was something she liked about Frankie and Mike. Mike ...

She tried not to think about her husband. She started this, she needed to finish it.

She moved closer to Joe. "Go ahead," she whispered, reaching under the sheet and stroking him again.

"God ..." Joe moaned feeling Jen's hand around his cock again. He was close to cumming but he forced himself to hold off. He wasn't going to pass up the chance to touch his sister-in-law.

He reached his hand up and cupped Jen's breast. He squeezed it. He felt her nipple under the soft bra cup and rubbed it with his thumb.

Jen began breathing harder. A big hard cock in her hand, a cute guy fondling her breasts, her pussy already desperate for cock. She was turned on too.

"God I'm cumming!" Joe shouted, his body tensing.

"Yeah Joe cum!" Jen said encouragingly, stroking him harder and faster.

As Joe's orgasm hit his hand jerked, pulling her bra down. Whether intentional or by accident her breasts were now exposed to Joe's eyes. As the orgasmic pleasure shot through his body Joe groped and squeezed Jen's naked breasts.

Jen felt the milky warmth of Joe's ejaculation covering her hand as she continued to stroke him through his climax. She bit her lip to stifle a cry of pain as Joe roughly squeezed and pinched her nipples as his body shuddered and jerked.

Joe finally stopped cumming. They looked at each other, both of them panting. Jen pulled her hand back, wiping Joe's cum on the sheet.

She took a step back, her cheeks flushed. "Um ..." she began, then she stopped seeing Joe's eyes on her breasts. She looked away from him, not able to meet his eyes, and demurely fixed her bra so her breasts were covered again.

"Thank you," he gushed, looking contented and satisfied.

"Don't tell Mike, okay?" she said.

"I won't say anything," Joe promised.