Subject: Sister-brother incest.
Description: Sis Jerks Off Her Big Brother and Plays a Little Trick on Him.

SIBLING GAMES (Or, My Pervert Sister)

"My arm is getting tired," my kid sister complained.
            The rhythm of her masturbating fist had become erratic, and too slow to maintain the level of pleasure I wanted.
            I took her wrist and tried to guide her hand up and down faster, but she resisted.
            "Come on, Cassie. Finish me off," I said. "I'm almost there."
            I was still living at home and going to the community college. My sister was a snotty little high school senior at the time.
            "Do it yourself," Cassie sniffed, eyeing my throbbing teenage erection as it lay across my stomach. "Your arm never gets tired."
            "Are you saying I beat off a lot?" I grinned.
            Then, I stretched out and grabbed my stiff organ, jerking it fast just to prove that nothing she said could embarrass me. The more my pleasure welled up in my groin, the more frenzied I jerked, until my semen exploded, flying from the tip of my cock in every direction.
            Finished, I collapsed and lay across my bed, panting.
            Our dog, Mister Spot, trotted over and sniffed my cum. He started licking up the mess.
            "Good boy," I said.
            Cassie giggled. "How gross!"
            She ran out of the room at the sound of our mother's footsteps approaching the hallway.
            One night, our parents were out for the evening and Cassie planned a sleepover with her prick-tease friend, Jennifer.
            While Cassie was talking to Jen on the phone, I strolled into the living room nude, my cock erect, naturally. Sprawling on the sofa, I casually stroked it.


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            "My pervert brother is playing with himself in front of me, again," Cassie reported to her friend. "He does it all the time." There was a pause and then she laughed.
            "What did she say?" I said.
            "She wants to know if it's big," Cassie said.
            "Tell her to come over and find out for herself," I said.
            "Yeah, it has to be big enough to hold all his brains, you know," the snot-girl said.
            "Ask Jennifer-wennifer if I can fuck her," I said.
            I got up and went over to try to get the phone and ask her myself.
            "Bye!" Cassie squealed and switched off the phone, keeping it out of my reach.
            "Jen wants you to do it to her," she informed me, "because she just had a fight with her boyfriend."
            "Oh, man!" I said, my upright cock practically vibrating with the possibility of being immersed in a real pussy.
            Cassie took my cock in her hand and began jerking it, seeming excited, too. "You still a virgin?" she said, panting softly.
            "Of course not," I snorted indignantly. "Not for a loooong time."
            "Of course, yes," she said. "Liar." She was masturbating me not in her usual mechanical, jack-off-your-brother way, but this time putting a little more feeling into it.
            "Don't make me cum," I breathed.
            "Then, don't cum," she said, still jacking me with a nice, firm and even stroke. No pinching and no chafing--just as I'd taught her.
            I had no will to stop her. I watched her hand deftly sliding the skin of my cock up and down, faster and faster. At last, it dawned on my sex-obsessed mind what my devious sister was up to.
            She didn't want me to fuck her friend!
            "I'm going to fuck Jennifer tonight," I said, to test my theory. "Anyway, I'm getting tired of this incest thing."
            "You only want to use her," Cassie sniffed. "Anyway, she's going to go back to her boyfriend."
            "She only wants to use me!" I protested. "And I'm okay with that!"
            Cassie had other ideas.
            Without warning, she abruptly stopped masturbating me. She bent down and let the head of my cock slip into her mouth!
            I had been trying to get her to do that for years.
            She only did it for a couple of seconds before I ejaculated. She straightened up and ran to the kitchen to spit in the sink.
            Stupidly I stood there lightning-struck, looking at my glans, and just watching it convulsively eject long, hard streaks of white spunk.
            By the time I remembered to stroke, it was over.
            After that, it took me only a few more weeks, as I recall, of teenaged desperation to get myself laid. It wasn't Jennifer.
            I never should have said I was getting tired of the incest thing, even just teasing. Cassie and I never messed around again. I never should have used that word.
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