LITTLE SISTER'S HELPING HAND
A Family Love Fantasy by Day Dreamer
My sister Cathy is a only a year younger than I and is a
year behind me in school. Because we are so near the same
age, we have always been very close to each other, con-
fiding our secrets and presenting a united front in our
relations with other people. I've always been the protec-
tive big brother, and she has been the supportive, adoring
little sister. We respect each other's ideas and thoughts
and depend on each other for advice and support.
This has been particularly true with respect to my
dating. Because Cathy is either a friend or a classmate of
almost every girl I date, she is able to give me advice and
fill me in on almost all of them. Since Cathy and I don't
have secrets from each other, she knows me well enough to
guess that my primary interest is in what a girl has between
her legs rather than between her ears. Much of her advice
and wisdom is thus about how far girls will go. I am often
surprised by the extent of Cathy's knowledge, especially
since she very seldom dates and is by her own admittance
still a virgin.
Cathy warned me that the girl I had lined up for a
Friday date was strictly a prick tease--that she had a
reputation for letting a boy feel everything she had but not
giving a thing in return, not even a hand-job. She was a
real fox, though, and I was egotistical enough to believe I
could succeed where others had failed.
Cathy was right about the girl. After I had taken her
out to the lake and parked, in hardly any time I had her bra
off and my lips on her nipples. She moaned and writhed in
pleasure from my stimulation of her big white boobs. Before
long I had my hand under her skirt and between her legs,
fingers under her panties and running up and down her slit.
She was all wet between her legs so I knew she was
responding to my finger work. I tried to pull her panties
down, but she resisted, shaking her head and saying she
didn't go that far.
By this time I was in bad shape--hard-on throbbing and
balls aching to release their pent-up load. I took the
girl's hand and put in on top of my throbbing cock. She
just left her hand there, totally inert, and didn't do a
thing with it. I told her I was hurting real bad and asked
her to give me hand-job to relieve my ache. She shook her
head again and told me she just couldn't touch my "nasty old
thing."
Well, I was more than just a little disappointed--I was
thoroughly pissed off. My cock and balls were aching and
needed relief badly, and she wouldn't help me at all. I
just started up the car and headed for the girl's house.
All I wanted to do was get her to her house and me back to
my house so I could give myself a nice slow hand-job and get
rid of the ache between my legs. She quickly rearranged her
clothes back to where they should be and seemed relieved
that her ordeal was over. What a tease, I thought. I
decided that from then on I'd listen when Cathy tells me a
girl is just a tease.
When I walked into my house, Cathy was still up. Our
parents had already gone to bed, but she was sitting up
watching TV. She gotten herself ready for bed and was
wearing a pair of baby-doll pajamas. When I looked at her
dressed like that, I realized that Cathy was growing up to
be a beautiful girl.
She was blossoming into womanhood and filled out the top
of her pajamas very nicely. Her legs were especially nice,
thin and muscular from her work in school athletics. She
got up and came over to me when I entered, and whispering so
that she wouldn't wake our parents, she asked how things
went on the date. I'm sure she could tell from the look on
my face that it had been a complete washout, but because she
always took an interest in me, she asked anyway. I grinned,
a rueful grin, but nonetheless a grin, and told her about my
evening of sexual frustration.
Cathy hugged me in sympathy and I held her close.
Whether it was because I was so horny and she looked so nice
to me or what, but I held her closer than a brother usually
holds a sister. From being so up-close and personal, she
had no difficulty learning that I still had a raging hard-on
from my unrelieved ache. "Poor Baby," Cathy said sympath-
etically, "is that what a tease does to a boy?"
"Yeah," I responded. "It's causing me a bad case of
stone-ache."
"What's stone-ache?" Cathy asked.
"It means my balls ache from getting all hot and
bothered," I explained.
"What does it take to get relief?" Cathy asked.
"Well, getting off is the only way to get relief. Since
I didn't get laid, I guess I'll have to resort to a
hand-job."
Cathy's eyes got wide and she said, "You mean
masturbate?
Get off by doing it to yourself?"
"Yeah," I said, laughing quietly, "I guess that's what I
mean. Since I couldn't get a girl to give me a hand-job,
I'll just have to do it myself."
"Does it feel better if a girl does it?" Cathy asked.
"Oh, yes! But she didn't come through, so I'm out of
luck this evening."
Cathy said so low that I had to strain to hear her, "I
know a girl who will do it for you this evening if you'll
show her how."
"You do?" I said, surprised. "Who?"
Cathy put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Me."
I pushed her out to arms' length and whispered, "You'd
give me a hand-job, Cathy? You really would?"
Cathy smiled shyly and told me that she felt sorry for
me since I seemed to be suffering and wanted to try to help
me. She said that was the "least thing she could do for her
sweet big brother."
We turned off the TV and all the lights and went to my
room. Even though there weren't any lights on, there was
sufficient light from a street light to be able to see
fairly clearly. I sat on my bed and took off all my clothes
except for my Jockey shorts. They did little to hide my
protruding, rock-hard cock as it made a tent out in front.
As I slowly pushed my shorts down, Cathy came over and sat
down next to me on the bed. I could see her eyes go big as
my rigid tool came into view. She gasped a little, and
said, "God, I had no idea you were so big. This is the
first hard penis I've ever seen, and I didn't know they got
so big. I've never touched one before, either, so you'll
have to tell me what I'm supposed to do."
I took Cathy's hand and showed her how to wrap it
around my cock and stroke up and down. She started a gentle
up and down movement, and I pushed my hips up to meet each
one of her strokes. The whole head of my cock was covered
in pre-cum and it glistened in the light coming through the
window.
Her hand moved up into the juice with each stroke and
soon my entire cock was coated in my slick male lubrication.
"You're getting all wet," Cathy whispered.
"Boys get wet when they're horny," I said.
"Then you must really be horny," Cathy said, smiling,
and increasing the length of her strokes.
"Oh, yeah!" I said. "Am I ever. That's really
beginning to feel good." It was feeling so good, in fact,
that I was on the verge of coming. Not just an ordinary
come, but a really hard come. Cathy's hand-job was the best
one I had ever had. She might not have known how, but she
had learned in a hurry. I also suspected that having my own
fox of a little sister give me the hand-job made it much
better than it had ever been before. I had just decided
that my sister was better looking than any of the girls I
had been dating, and having her hand working on my cock,
having her sit there in her revealing baby-doll pajamas,
made it a special hand-job.
My stomach muscles tightened, my buttocks clenched, and
I thrust my cock up into Cathy's hand. A large spurt of hot
sperm shot out and into the air. It landed on my stomach as
another spurt went skyward. Soon I was splattered all over
my front and Cathy's hand was drenched from the outpouring
of the best orgasm I had ever experienced. I slowly
released my breath from having held it throughout my entire
explosion. I sighed and my muscles slowly relaxed. "God,
Cathy," I whispered, "that was so good."
"I can't believe what a mess we've made," Cathy said,
laughing quietly. "I'll get a towel and clean this up."
Cathy cleaned both she and I and the bed, mopping up globs
of come from all over.
While she was still sitting by me on the bed, I said,
"Thank you. I don't know how I can repay for this. I
really appreciate it. My stone-ache's all gone, and I can
relax and go to sleep now."
"Just knowing you liked it is thanks enough," Cathy
whispered. "Besides, it was fun for me, too. I'll be glad
to give you a helping hand any time you need it," she said,
smiling at her own pun.
* * * * * * *
The following Friday night I got home from my date
around 11:00 pm and found Cathy waiting up for me. She was
dressed in pajamas that were more revealing than the
previous week. The tops were semi-transparent, and I could
see the shadows of her nipples through them. The bottoms
weren't transparent, but they were so sheer that the bulge
of her pubic hair showed very clearly. I had bombed out
again on my date and was extremely horny, and seeing her
dressed like that only made it worst. I wondered if she
would remember her promise from last week and offer to give
me another hand-job.
Cathy came up to me and gave me a welcome-home hug. I
pushed my hard-on at her so that it was impossible for her
to miss it. She dropped her hand to my bulge and gently
squeezed. "It looks like brother needs a helping hand
again," she said.
"Oh, God, do I ever!" I whispered. She took my hand
and led me up to my room. There, in the just the light from
the street, she stripped me and started working on my cock,
giving me a glorious hand-job. I opened my eyes and looked
down. I saw her hand working on my cock, and then I saw her
other hand. It was buried between her own legs, working
away in the recesses hidden there. I stopped her hand on my
cock and whispered, "Oh, Cathy, I'm so sorry. All I seem to
be thinking about is myself. I forgot that you probably get
horny, too. Does playing with my cock make you horny?"
"Yes!" Cathy said emphatically. "I had to come off
twice last Friday night after I was with you. Just seeing
your hard cock and seeing you shoot off made me so horny I
couldn't go to sleep without getting off myself." She gave
me a little grin and said, "I guess girls get their own type
of stone-ache, too."
"Well, fair's fair. If you get me off, then I'll get
you off. How does that sound?" I asked.
"Okay, but why don't we do each other at the same
time?"
"Yeah, that's an even better idea," I said. I pushed
her down on the bed and then laid down next to her, so that
we were lying on our sides facing each other. I took her
top leg and put it on top of my hip, causing her crotch to
spread wide open and available to my hand. I put my hand
down the top of her pajama bottoms and delved down until I
reached the lips of her womanhood. I ran my finger down
into the channel, sliding it over the swollen nub of her
clitoris. She jerked herself against my hand as I did so,
and moaned in pleasure. I dove my fingers down into the hot
runnel of her crease, collected a pool of her slick, juicy
cream, and brought it up to her pleasure button. Concen-
trating on that, I worked my hand gently and persistently,
determined to give Cathy as good if not better pleasure than
she was giving me.
Cathy resumed her ministrations to my cock,
masturbating me with gentle up-and-down strokes. We were
looking right into each others eyes as we pleasured each
other. We worked in silence, except for moans and an
occasional "Oh, yes. Oh, so good." Our orgasms were
approaching fast as we both worked harder and faster at each
others sexes. "Oh, I'm almost there," Cathy moaned. "Kiss
me while I come. I want to be kissed and come at the same
time."
Our lips merged together and tongues intertwined. Our
mouths were moving on each other as frantically as our hands
were moving below. We peaked at the same instant, spasms
racking each of us, and gasped and panted into each others
mouths. I could feel her hips tighten down on my hand and
her labial lips move in little convulsions. My come erupted
from my cock, spraying all over Cathy's front, drenching her
pajamas from waist to crotch, and sending streaks of sticky
sperm down her thighs. After we came down from our orgasms,
Cathy got a towel and tried to clean up our mess. Streaks
of come were all over my bed and her pajamas. She cleaned
up some, but the rest of it would have to dry. "I've got to
do something about this next time. I'll have to have
something to catch your come in," Cathy smiled and whispered
to me.
"Thank you, Cathy," I told her as she was ready to go to
her room.
"No, thank you, this time. It was really good for me
this time. You're right, it is better when someone else's
hand does it. 'night, Jimmy."
* * * * * * * *
The following Friday came around, and once more I had a
date and Cathy didn't. I didn't even try to make out on the
date, just took the girl to a movie, a hamburger and malt,
and then home. I figured that what Cathy and I would do
later would be far better than anything that might happen
with my date. I was blazing horny, but wanted to wait,
recognizing that Cathy was prettier, had a better body, and
was far sexier than any of her friends that I might date.
Besides, I had the feeling that Cathy had been steering me
toward the girls who would turn me down, insuring that I
would bring my hard-on home to her rather than get off with
my date.
I suspect I was right, because when I walked in the
door, Cathy just started walking to my room and waved for me
to follow. As soon as we had the door closed, Cathy was all
over me, stripping me, rubbing her hands over my chest, and
stroking my throbbing, jutting cock. She pushed me on the
bed, so that I was on my back, my cock standing up like a
drunken flagpole waving around in circles. Until now, Cathy
had kept her pajamas on and I was the only one naked. I
hadn't pressed her, even though I longed to see her sexy
little body without clothes, thinking she'd take whatever
lead she felt comfortable with.
Apparently, now was her lead time. With her back turned
toward me, she pulled her pajama tops over her head and let
them fall to the floor. Then she lowered her little baby-
doll pajama panties, and the cute little round globes of her
ass were there in front of me, fully in sight. Slowly, she
turned around, showing me all her delightful woman's
treasures -- pert little strawberry tipped breasts, the
dimple of her navel, the fluffy hair of her pubis, and the
slit that came up from her hidden recesses to divide the
hairy bush into equal parts. I had never gotten any of my
dates naked before and Cathy knew it. She knew she was
giving me a treat I had not heretofore enjoyed. She was
telling me loud and clear that no matter what I came across
on my dates, what she had was far better. My throbbing,
dripping cock agreed with her completely.
Cathy crawled up on the bed with me, only instead of
face to face, she put her head so that it was in line with
my cock and my head in line with her pussy. She reached out
and touched my cock lightly with her fingers, stroking the
pre-cum down over its sides. She whispered, "You remember
that last time I said I was going to have to figure a place
to catch your come? Well, I have. Right here."
With those words, Cathy plunged my cock into her mouth.
My God, Cathy's going to give me a blow job! I thought. The
heat of her mouth was so voluptuous, the action of her
tongue on my glans so stimulating, I thought I would come at
that very instant. To avoid immediate orgasm, I shifted my
thoughts away from my pleasure and concentrated on hers. It
was obvious what it would be. Not six inches in front of my
mouth, Cathy's wet, glistening pussy awaited. If she could
give oral pleasures, then I could more than return the
favor. I took her leg and lifted it, moving my face into
the cavity between her thighs. She was practically flowing
in girl juices, and her female pheromones wafting across
into my nostrils just made me that much more aroused.
Opening my mouth wide, I moved my tongue all over her
vulva--over the clitoris, up and down the lips, down to the
rosebud of her secret little anal opening.
Cathy jerked her hips and hunched them against my mouth.
So far as I knew, this was the first time she had experi-
enced oral sex and I wanted to make it especially good for
her, to make her pleasure even more exciting. Her mouth
action on my cock became faster and she gulped down my cock
all the way to the base, sucking briefly, and then back out.
I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, and if her action on
my cock were an indicator, Cathy, too, was on the edge of
her orgasm. My ass clenched and then jerked. My stomach
muscles tightened and then jerked. A huge jet of sperm shot
out of my cock and into Cathy's mouth. She gulped and
swallowed the entire amount. Shot after shot spurted out,
and after that first one, Cathy was no longer able to
swallow fast enough--come was leaking out of her lips and
dripping down onto the sheets and her boobs.
My orgasm appeared to trigger hers, and she seemed to
lose sight of her goal of finding a place for my sperm.
Spasms shook her pelvis and she clamped her thighs down
tight on my head. I continued to work my mouth on her pussy
and clitoris, sending wave after wave of orgasmic energy
through her. Although she didn't bite my cock, she squeezed
down on with her mouth and sucked like there was no
tomorrow. Her gasps kept her from sucking too long, though,
and when she opened her mouth to gasp and pant around my
cock, come poured out in a steady stream, drenching the both
of us.
Gradually, we both came down from our mutual orgasms.
My cock softened and fell out of her mouth. I still worked
my tongue gently over her clitoris and little tremors went
over her abdomen with each lick. Soon she lifted her leg
and rolled over to lay on her back. For several minutes, we
both just lay there, too used up to even move. Eventually
our breathing slowed to normal, and Cathy sat up and looked
down at the scene of our mutual oral pleasurings. "Well, so
much for that plan. Just look at the mess we left this
time. I'll have to get busy and get this cleaned up."
After a while, she succeeded. Before she put her pajamas
back on and went to her room, Cathy whispered, "Maybe that
way didn't work, but I sure did like it. Didn't you?"
"Oh God, Yes! That's the best it's ever been for me.
Next time we'll just spread a towel under us and not worry
about the mess. Okay?"
"Yeah," she said smiling. She walked over to me and
kissed me lightly on the lips before going back to her room.
"Good night, Jimmy. And thanks."
"My pleasure," I whispered back, in one of the greatest
understatements of my life.