I Love When He Calls Me Sis

I cautiously asked, "Tim, did it feel nice - I mean - when she watched you cumming?"

"Oh my god, Sis - I loved it!"

And right then I realized I was squirming under the blankets, I couldn't hold it in much longer. I was still staring at the ceiling, flat on my back.

I sort of panted, "When you came, could you - like - aim it?"

He replied, "Yes, I aimed for her nipples."

Then, I felt my brother slowly roll toward me. The bed sagged as he moved over a little bit closer to me and he put his lips up to my ear and softly whispered, "Oh God Sis, I've missed you SO much."

He leaned toward me and softly kissed me on my cheek. His lips just barely touched me, but I was shocked at how beautiful it felt. My heart was suddenly racing. An electric emotional shiver ran thru my entire body.

It was crazy, I mean - with just that delicate touch from my brother's lips I literally trembled. And then I cupped my hands firmly over my vagina, and put just a little more pressure on my slippery clitoris, and I reflexively spread my knees a little wider. I realized my whole body was shivering from the sensations.

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at my face. I could tell by his expression that he could see that I was shivering with excitement, and he knew exactly what I was doing under the covers.

I looked up at him and meekly said, "I'm sorry - I can't help it."

He replied, "Please Sis, I want you to."

I whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Oh God yes, this is so beautiful."

Hearing him sound so supportive, I rubbed myself just a little more forcefully and I felt the warm wetness dripping down between my legs, I could feel my anus was getting all wet.

He sat up on his elbow a little bit higher and looked down at me, and it was so obvious that although all he could see was my face, he was mesmerized by what he was happening. It felt so magical to know he wasn't upset about what I was doing, instead he was encouraging me.

Both of my hands were still under the covers held snug against my vagina, and I couldn't rub myself slowly anymore, it was impossible to control, I started rubbing frantic little circles around my slippery clitoris.

Again, my whole body shuddered, and I let out a an audible gasp.

My brother looked down at me as I lay there next to him. He stared at me wide eyed in amazement.

I was so aware of the intense way that my brother watching me, but I just couldn't stop. The blanket on top of me was moving from the rhythm of my hands.

He nervously begged, "Please Sis - keep going - please."

I looked up and said, "It might take a long time - but I'll try..."

My brother cautiously leaned in and whispered close to my ear.

He was encouraging me, "Please Sis, please keep going..."

Hearing him say that felt SO good, and I began desperately squirming under the blankets.

It felt SO wonderful that he was watching me, paying close attention to what I was doing. it felt SO unbelievably intimate.

Knowing he was watching me, I purposely lifted my knees up higher under the blanket, and spread my legs a little wider. He watched the blanket rise up. I felt the plump surface of my clitoris between my wet slippery fingertips.

I whispered, "Can I ask you something?"

He looked at me and said, "Anything."

I asked, "Did Emma finally climax?"

"She did, it was beautiful, it happened right after I came on her."

I loved hearing him say that. I don't think my brother truly realized how exciting it was for me to hear his voice, but it was absolutely hypnotizing for me.

"What happened? How did she act?"

He answered, "When I finally came, I knew she was really close, and squirted it all over her breasts, and she watched as they got all wet like they did, I think it kind of pushed her over the edge."

Oh god, the visual image of my beautiful brother pumping cum on her breasts was electric. I needed to lift my knees taller and spread my legs a little wider.

I said, "Oh fuck, that sounds SO amazing."

My brother said, "It was really intense, I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure I watched her having a multiple orgasm."

I was surprised, "Really?"

"Yeah, it sure seemed like it. Whatever happened for Emma, it just went on and on."

I kind of replied without thinking, "That's only happened to me once"

I was immediately worried about what I just said, like it was too much, but my brother sounded so reassuring as he replied, "Really? I'm totally envious."

"Well, it actually kind of scared me."

"It did? I mean, if it was anything like what Emma experienced it must have been something beautiful for you."

"Actually, it was scary. I mean, it was almost TOO powerful."

What I said was really honest, about it being scary. I thought to myself about the one and only time that it happened, I realize it when I rubbed my anus really hard at the same time I came. And I realized I was so wet and I had used so much lotion in the bathroom that, right at that moment, my anus felt really slippery.

My brother watched as my knees rose up under the blanket.

His voice got more emotional, "When she saw me start to cum, she sort of sat up a little, and I squirted some on her neck and chin, but most of it was on her chest."

I think he must have been aware that listening to his voice was making me crazy. I couldn't help but think that he was trying to get me even more excited.

All I could do was reply with a shaky, "Oh my god..."

He spoke in sort of desperate whisper, "I think that when Emma watched me cum like I did, it helped her. I mean, I was so close to her, and she was really clear that she wanted me to do it. I tried to squirt as much as I could on her nipples. And right away she rubbed herself even faster and her whole body started to shake."

"Please, tell me more..."

"Oh God, seeing her - with her breasts all wet with my cum and jiggling - and shivering - with her legs spread wide - it made me crazy. And - and..."

I wanted to hear more, "What? Tell me."

"And - when she was cumming, she reached up with one of her hands and rubbed - my cum - all over her breasts..."

"She did?"

"It was like she was rubbing lotion all over her breasts."

At that point I shuddered a little, and Tim felt it.

I whispered, "Oh God, Tim..."

He said, "I'm sorry Sis, I didn't mean to make it sound so intense."

I stammered, "No - no - it sounds - really - beautiful."

The picture in my mind, of my beautiful brother, was so vivid and emotional. I imagined watching him cum as that nervous girl shivered next to him. I thought about how he said she looked like me. And how loving and excited my brother seemed. Oh God, everything felt absolutely overwhelming.

I asked, "Are you sure you watched her having multiple orgasms?"

"I'm pretty sure, I mean, she just seemed to be cumming and cumming for such a long time, it just went on and on and on..."

Right then, I took a deep breath and reached one hand under my leg and touched my wet slippery bum hole.

I whispered a breathy, "Oh god..."

He heard the emotion in my voice and it felt like he was trying to excite me, "Watching Emma cum was - it was so beautiful - her wet breasts shook - it seemed to last forever."

"...it did?"

Tim quietly told me, "After Emma had climaxed, she just stayed still on the bed, she was kind of out of breath, and she started crying and she kept on repeating, 'thank you - thank you' and I couldn't touch her, and I just felt so helpless."

"Oh Timmy, I think she must have released something, some fears or something."

"Maybe, but I just wanted so badly to hug her."

"You helped her, you really did."

"Sis, you said you had a multiple orgasm."


"Yes, just one time."

"It must have felt amazing."

"It was really intense."

He eagerly asked, "How did it happen?"

"Timmy?"

"Please Sis, I want to know."

I was so turned-on I couldn't help but tell him. "I was right here on my bed, doing - what I'm doing now - but I was - I was..."

"What?"

I cautiously told him, "I needed to rub my - my bum hole - at the same time - to make it happen."

Saying that out loud to my brother felt so forbidden. I was shocked at how much I enjoyed telling him such intimate details of exactly what I had done.

Tim sounded surprised and said, "Oh my God Sis, really?"


"Yes..."

"Why just once?"

"Because, well - I've tried to do it again - but it's hard to do - I mean - it's hard to do both things at the same time."

"Does rubbing, your - your - bum hole - does that feel good?"

"Oh my god, yes!"

I looked over at him, and he had this really concerned expression on his face. I could tell he wanted to ask me something more.

I urged him to tell me, I asked, "What is it, what are you thinking?"

"Sis, are you - well - rubbing your bum hole - right now?"

I felt so much excitement that he would ask me that, I felt I needed to answer him honestly.

I whispered, "Yes."

"You are? Really, right now?"

"Yes, it feels so good..."

Looking over at him, I could see that he was so intensely focused on me, on what was happening. He looked so kind and beautiful with his head on the pillow so close to me.

He sounded really emotional as he nervously stammered, "Sis, can I - I mean - I want to help - would you let me..."


"What?"

In the softest voice he cautiously asked me, "Sis, would it be okay if - if you let me - rub your - your asshole?"

Just hearing his words, I thought I might cum right at that instant. I stopped rubbing and moved my wet hands away in panicky reflex.

I gasped, "Tim?"

He begged, "Please, I want to help."

"I don't, I don't know..."

"Sis, I would love it - if you could - cum like Emma did, I want to help you."

Oh fuck, we were just inches apart, both of us naked under this heavy blanket and I now my beautiful brother was begging to rub my asshole. It was too scary for me, and I didn't know what to think.

I whispered timidly, "Oh God - Tim - I don't know, maybe."

He eagerly gasped, "Really?"

Right then I felt so overwhelmed, I felt my whole body tense up and I pulled my hands away from between my legs and pressed them flat on the sheets on either side of me.

I realized that I had been just a breath away from cumming, and I just had to stop. Everything felt way too emotional.

I was breathing hard, and I let out a desperate sounding, "Oh fuck..."

I actually thought I might start to cry. I looked over at Tim, and his eyes seemed so worried.

He asked, "You stopped didn't you?"

"Yes, I had to."

"Was it me? I mean, what I asked?"


"I don't know, maybe, it just felt way too intense."

He meekly whispered, "I'm sorry Sis."

It made me sad to hear him sound so worried, "No, don't feel bad. I couldn't help it, I just had to stop, it was - it was - just too..."

And my words faded away.

He asked, "Were you close?"

"Oh God yes, really close."

I know I had asked that already more than once, but I loved asking him and I think he loved telling me.

I squirmed a little under the big thick blanket and let my legs slide out flat, so my knees were no longer up high and spread wide. The way I moved, I could feel the wet spot under my butt. I felt so restless, I wanted to sit up, at least a little bit.

I carefully reached to my right, and grabbed another pillow. I moved slow so I would stay covered by the blanket. I set that pillow behind me, so it was stacked on top of the other one. Then I eased my way up. I was still on my back, but I now my head was propped up just a little bit higher. I pulled the thick blanket up to my neck.

My brother watched every move that I made.

After I settled myself down, I let out a uneasy, "Okay, that's better..."

He said, "Sis, I'm sorry. I feel funny about, well, about urging you like I did."

I didn't want him to feel bad so I replied, "Don't worry, it's okay, really."

"I could tell you were getting close, and I felt like I was encouraging you."

"Uhhm, it's okay. I just need to chill out for a little bit."

Then my brother did the same thing, he sat up a little, grabbed a pillow (I have a lot of them) and put it up against the head board and he sat up against it. He was sitting up a taller than me, I was still pretty much on my back.

He didn't try to stay covered like I did. The blanket was pulled up to around his stomach, so I could look over and see his bare chest.

He sort of adjusted the blanket by lifting it up near his lap. Right then I felt a warm flow of air from under the covers. I could smell myself, the unmistakable fragrance of my own wetness. I am certain Tim could smell it too.

He seemed to react to the smell, I watched as he moved the blanket again, and we were flooded with that same warm air and the obvious smell of my sopping vagina. I was really embarrassed that he must be able to smell me.

He was sitting up higher than me, he was leaning back on the pillows and the headboard of my bed. I was lower, so my head was about even with his right hip. I had to really turn my head to look up to see his face.

We sat like that for a little while, both of us stayed quiet. The silence felt really awkward and we would occasionally looking over at each other. Me and my brother were both naked under the big blanket, and I could tell he was still drinking in the aroma of my wetness. I was so lost in the intensity of everything that was happening.

Finally, he asked, "Was it okay that I told you about what I did with Emma."

I immediately said, "Yes."

"I didn't say too much?"

"Oh no, you didn't"

Right then, I felt that same needy feeling, I wanted to hear him talk again, I needed to hear the things that were getting me all excited.

I quietly added, "I liked hearing it."

He said, "I felt like, maybe what I said, was unfair to you."

"Oh no. Your descriptions sounded beautiful."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. It felt really good that you could share something so private with me, your little sister, I feel honored."

Tim cautiously leaned in towards me and gently kissed my forehead.

He whispered, "Thank you..."

Feeling his tender kiss reminded me of just how loving and sensitive my brother really was.

Then I asked, "Was it frustrating for you, that Emma didn't want to be touched?"

He answered thoughtfully, "Well, it was hard for me, it really was, I wanted to hold her and hug her."

"I can understand that."

"But, at the same time it was kind of a weird turn-on. I mean, it was sort of exciting that I couldn't touch her. I hope that doesn't seem too perverted."

I said, "Please. No, that isn't perverted, so don't feel bad."

"Thanks Sis."

I asked, "You said that Emma, sort of looked - uhhhm - a little bit like me, did she really?"

"Yeah, she does. Actually, she looks a lot like you. You're a little bit shorter. And your hair is longer."

This was so strange, to imagine that my brother's girlfriend looked like me. I could hear a warmth in his voice as he described her.

He went on, "It's funny, that's a big part of why I liked her so much, I mean, she's really pretty - and - and she reminded me a lot of you."

Hearing him say that, I could so clearly see that image again. I saw my beautiful brother eagerly jacking off and cumming all over her breasts. The image in my mind was so vivid, but I was picturing myself now.

Then I quietly asked, "Tim, when we were in the bathroom, earlier tonight when we were brushing our teeth. Something felt funny. It felt like you kind of ran out, like you were upset."

He said, "Well I did run out, but I wasn't upset."

"What was it?"

"I was worried and I just needed to get out of there."

"Why?"

"Oh Sis, I'm sorry, but I could feel that - I was - I was starting to - uhmm - to get hard."

I was intrigued, and I asked, "You were?"

"You just looked so pretty and I couldn't help it."

Oh my God, he thought I looked pretty? And it made him get hard? I felt my heart suddenly speed up.

I said, "I could tell that you were looking at me, in the mirror."

"I know I was staring, but I just couldn't help it."

I whispered, "You were looking at my boobs weren't you"

"Sis, you looked so beautiful, and the way you were brushing your teeth - your - your breasts were jiggling."

Then I felt my brother move his legs. The way I was lying there with my head propped up on the pillows I could look over at the covers and see his knees lifting.

I said, "I'm sorry, I feel like maybe - I was - I don't know, showing off or something."

He said, "I really liked it. It was exciting to watch you - and - I think - maybe - your breasts are a little bigger than when I left for school."

I said, "Yeah, you're right. They are a little bigger, I don't know, but they kinda grew a lot in the last few months."

As I said that, I could see his hands moving under the covers. I could see them easing down between his legs. Oh God, I think my brother was touching himself. I think maybe it was because we were talking about my boobs.

I went on, "It's funny, just a little while ago, maybe two weeks ago when I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror, it was the first time I really noticed, I mean, I could see that they weren't as small anymore."

My brother sort of shifted a little next to me, and then I felt his right leg resting against my left thigh.

I asked, "Did you really feel like, maybe, you might get hard when we were brushing our teeth together?"

He breathed a shaky, "Oh God, yes. It was happening. All I was wearing was my boxers and I was really scared you would see."

I couldn't believe how much I loved hearing him say that. It felt so arousing to think that he would get hard from looking at me.

I said, "The motion of brushing my teeth made my boobs jiggle, it felt funny that you were watching me like you were."

Then I saw an obvious up and down motion under the blanket in my brother's lap. Oh my god, he was stroking himself. My brother was hard and he was starting to masterbate, right next to me!

He softly whispered, "It felt funny for me too."

I said, "I knew you were looking at my boobs, I was looking right at your eyes in the mirror, so I didn't see - that - you were getting hard."

I was transfixed by the slow up and down motion under the blanket right next to me.

Tim spoke as he stroked himself, "Oh Sis, you had on that old pink nightgown, the one you've had since you were, like, 12 years old. I couldn't control myself. I know I was staring at you breasts and I could feel myself getting hard, I mean, you just looked so cute."

My bother was saying he loved my breasts at the same time he was slowly rubbing himself up and down. He was so close to me and it just seemed riveting. I eased my hands back down in between my legs, I was still insanely wet from almost cumming just a few minutes earlier.

As I started to lightly rub myself again, I said, "I feel kind of self conscious now, I mean, It's only been in the last little while that my boobs grew a little bit bigger. I feel sort of embarrassed when I don't wear a bra."

"I could tell you didn't have a bra on when we were brushing our teeth."

I wanted to hear him say more, "Really? You could?"

"Oh God yes, it was obvious. You looked so beautiful."

His stroking under the covers got a little bit faster. I was completely captivated by what he was doing, and I couldn't believe how tall it seemed under the blankets. I couldn't really tell, but I think his erection was a lot bigger than I could have ever imagined.

My head on the pillow seemed so close to his lap. I was staring right at the steady up and down motions, just inches from my eyes. He absolutely knew I was watching what he was doing. Even though everything was covered by the blanket it was so obvious that he was rubbing his erection up and down with his right hand.