Where it happened: Home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
The Wrestling Team
It was my sophomore year of High School, I was 15, and it was my second season on the wrestling team. I was just beginning to grow; lifting weights every night; eating all the right body building foods sold at the health store; and FINALLY beginning puberty, although just barely.
I wrestled in the lightest weight class they had at the JV level, 98 pounds; I was a little guy, who wanted desperately to be a big guy. I loved wrestling because it was the only sport that allowed me to compete against others who were the same weight and ability as I was. I practiced with anyone a little heavier than I was, so I’d feel stronger when I wrestled my own weight class. It was a great time in my life; Well, except for how slowly I was developing. At 15 I had maybe 10 hairs down there – yes I counted them, and my weiner was still on the little boy size. I was just so confused and probably angry. Everyone else was already big – much bigger than I was – most were shaving. All the guys on the team were really good guys as I look back on that time. When we all showered after practices, I was so self conscious of how small I was, with no real hair around my little boy penis, but I don’t remember anyone ever saying anything about it – I never got teased about it. Maybe that was because I made it a point to become good friends with the team captain. He’s the one who got me started lifting weights, and eating health foods. So aside from my slow development, I was a pretty happy kid.
My happy little world of wresting came to an end one afternoon during a meet with a neighboring town. Being in the lightest weight class, I wrestled first, but on this day, the opposing team didn’t have a wrestler in the 98 pound class. Coach said he wanted me to wrestle up a class – up to 115. I was a bit reluctant, but said OK – I really didn’t have a choice, you did what the coach said – period. As the match began, I knew I was in trouble as the guy looked really big to me. I kept saying to myself, “This guy is no 115!” A minute or so in, we were still on our feet, when he got behind me, his arms around my chest, and in a whirling motion slammed me to the mat, face first. I instinctively put my hands out to break the slam. Well I broke the slam alright; I also broke my right arm and left wrist.
“Crap!” I screamed in pain; whistles blew; everyone came running to me, saying, “Don’t move. Don’t Move!” The school nurse came and they got me up with the nurse holding my broken right arm. At that point I didn’t know I had also broken a bone in my left wrist. Whatever – they took me to the emergency room in the nurse’s car, where my mom was called, X-rays taken, bad news delivered, and plaster casts put on both arms.
The ride home with my mom was very quiet. My mind was spinning with, “What just happened to my life? What now? No more wrestling! How long will I have to have these casts on – although the doctor already told me, 6 weeks. CRAP!”
It was late when we got home and I just wanted to go to bed. That’s when the logistics of everyday life began to hit me. I sat on the side of my bed after pushing off my sneakers with the opposite foot, but how was I going to get my socks off? My pants? My shirt? Oh CRAP! Then my mom and sister came to my door, which was open. Mom said, “You’re going to need some help Robby.”
I was so sore and tired I didn’t care at that point. Mom came in and pulled my socks off, just as she’d done when I was little. I felt like a little kid again, and HATED it. I was wearing just a T-shirt, and that could stay on for tonight.
She said, “OK, stand up.” I did and mom undid my belt buckle, unzipped my fly and pulled my pants down. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she took one leg and my older sister took the other leg and pulled gently. I just rolled over on my back and was probably asleep in 2 minutes.
I slept until noon the next day, which was Friday. No one woke me to go to school – thank God. Both arms seemed to hurt more than they did yesterday. That’s when the reality of what happened anchored itself in my heart and brain. CRAP!
I looked down at both casts. My right arm was plastered from knuckles to shoulder, with fingers sticking out, but I didn’t really have use of thumb and forefinger. A thing I would soon realize was most essential to everyday functioning. My left wrist and forearm was plastered, with the same configuration for my fingers. At least I could move my left elbow, but still had little use of the fingers; Some, but not much.
My bedroom door opened a bit and mom was there. “You’re awake. Feel like something to eat?”
“I’m starving.” I said.
“Let’s see how you get out of bed,” she said.
I kicked the blankets off with my feet, and swung my legs over the side of the bed, but I still hurt so much I couldn’t get myself to sit up. Mom came in and helped me up and onto my feet. I had to pee badly – really badly.
“I’ll be right down,” I said. “I have to go to the bathroom first.”
“OK,” she said, and left me to fend for myself.
I stood in front of the toilet, managing to get the lid lifted with my knee – easy enough. I was feeling hopeful. I hooked my left thumb into the waist band of my underwear and was able to push them down enough to get my weiner out to pee. “Good!” I thought. “At least I can pee.” I didn’t bother flushing – didn’t care.
I went down to the kitchen in my underwear and yesterday’s t-shirt. – not the first time I’d done that. Underwear was acceptable in our house.
“Everything OK?” she asked. (Referring to my using the bathroom).
“Of course, What do ya think?”
Mom had made a bowl of oatmeal with lots of brown sugar – love it; But how to get it into my mouth. CRAP! This was getting to be a pain in the ass. I had some finger usage with my left hand, and mom helped me by pushing the end of the spoon a little under the cast and I could hold it and eat. ‘Yes – I could pee and eat. Can’t get out of bed yet, but I could pee and eat.’ Promising, I thought.
After breakfast/lunch, I watched some TV, then fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up my sister was sitting in the chair next to me, just looking at me. Sleepily, I said, “Hi Jen – what are you looking at?”
“You”, she said. “Are you OK?”
”Sure”, I said. “Just have to get used to doing things with my left hand.”
“Hummmmmm, You don’t really have much of a left hand. It’s mostly in the cast.. She said.
“Yea, but I’m doing alright. Don’t think I’ll be wrestling for the rest of this season though. And getting around school with books is going to be a bitch. Haven’t figured out how I’m going to write yet. Gee, I guess I can’t take any tests; Finally something good out of this.” We both laughed.
Jen was 16, only a year older than me, but far more developed. She didn’t have any problems getting into and through puberty. What the heck was wrong with me?
“Are you cold? I can get you a blanket.” She asked.
“No, I want to get up and get dressed.” I said.
“You need any help?
“No. Where’s mom?” I asked.
“She went to the drug store to get the pills the doctor prescribed for you, in case you’re in pain.”
“I’m OK. Just help me get up and on my feet.”
Jen helped me sit up and then onto my feet. I went upstairs to my room and looked for a pair of jeans. They were in the bottom draw of my dresser. I tried to bend down to pull the draw open, but it was too hard. DAMN.
“Jen. Come here for a minute.” I hollered.
When she came up, I explained my problem and she got a pair of jeans out of the draw for me.
“How are you going to put them on?” She asked.
“I’ll figure it out.”
I stood there thinking for a moment. Tested the range of motion of my left arm and fingers, and said, “Just help me get a foot started.
“OK. Maybe, if you sit on the bed first.”
One movement led to the next and Jen ended up putting my pants on for me and zipping my fly. I tried not to think about it – just wanted to get pants on.
Mom came home; I took one of the pills, just to see how good they were. I found out that they were really good and I fell asleep on the couch again till well after dinner. When I woke up, mom was there again saying, “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving.” I said.
“I knew you would be. I saved you some meatloaf and potatoes.”
I ate all mom had for me, and with help getting the jeans off, I slept till noon again the next day.
I woke up on my own, and was actually able to get out of bed and on my feet. Got myself to the bathroom where I was faced with a new challenge. I had to take a crap.
“I can do this.” I thought. “I have to do this.”
I managed to get my underwear down using the techniques I used yesterday. Sitting and pooping was no problem, but wiping my butt was something that just wasn’t going to happen. “So what,” I thought. Getting underwear back up was harder than getting them down, but I did it with a lot of wiggling and pulling the best I could with my left fingers.
It was Sunday – tomorrow was Monday and I knew I had to go to school. Mom had arranged with the school to have an aide go around with me just to carry my books. She said they would figure out writing latter. I laid around watching TV all day. My mom and dad had a dinner engagement that night and left around 7, leaving Jen and I on our own.
I was curled up in one end of the couch and Jen was sitting on the other end when she said, “Robby, you stink! You’ve been wearing the same t-shirt and shorts since last Wednesday. You really stink. You don’t want to go to school smelling like this, and your hair is all matted and greasy looking.”
I knew that I smelled – I could smell myself – everyone could, but I didn’t want to deal with it.
“Fine – I’ll take a shower.”
“You can’t take a shower, you’ll get the casts wet. You know that. How are you going to take a shower if you can’t use your hands or get them wet?” she asked.
“OK, OK. Then I’ll take a bath and just lay in the water. That’ll be good enough.” I really didn’t want to deal with this. Why did my dad have to go out tonight? CRAP!
“OK if I go and fill the tub for you?” she asked.
“Yea. I like it hot and I like it full, OK?”
Jen went up to the bathroom to run the water in the tub and I started thinking about how I was going to do this. No big deal I thought. I was able to get my underwear off, I did that this morning. Jen would have to help get my t-shirt off first though. Then I would get in the tub and just lay there – the water would get most of the smell off me. Then I’d be done. “Good”. I thought. “I can do this.”
Awhile latter, Jen yelled down that the water was ready. I went upstairs and said, “All I need is for you to help me get this t-shirt off.
She slipped the sling holding my right arm over my head and removed it from my arm. Then, a little at a time, we worked the shirt over my head and over the casts on each arm, one at a time. It would have been easier to just cut it off and not tell mom.
“Ummmm, Jen, before you leave, I need a little help getting my jeans off again. I can’t get the top button undone.” That’s all I asked for, but I knew I couldn’t actually get them completely off by myself. Geeez – she was my sister – helping me get undressed. I HATED this.
Jen unbuttoned the button and without hesitation, unzipped my fly. She tugged on the waist and they came down. I didn’t say anything. I just wanted this over and her out of the bathroom.
So there I was, standing in my underware, and Jen asked, “Do you think you’re ok now, and you can get in there without slipping or something? And without getting the casts wet?”
“I’m fine. I’ve been able to figure out how to do everything else up till now.”
“OK.” She said. “But if you need me, just call.”
“Oh yea Jen, I’m really going to call you when I’m taking a bath. You can go now; and close the door please.”
I got my underwear off without much trouble, and stepped into the tub of really hot water. Just the way I liked it. I was able to simply squat down, resting my left elbow on the tub rim and to slip into the wonderfully hot water. This was good. I should have done this sooner. It felt fabulous to be soaking myself clean.
I laid there for quite a while when Jen knocked at the door. “Robbie, are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m great. Thanks.”
Jen and I usually got along pretty well. She was older and more mature, so we didn’t really interact that much, but when we did, we were good with each other.
“Robbie, maybe I could just wash your hair for you. It’s really bad, and you just can’t do that by yourself. You don’t want to go to school with your hair like that, do you?
“Jen, I’m in the tub taking a bath. I’m naked – that’s how I take a bath; And you are not coming in here and seeing me naked. Besides, I don’t care what my hair looks like.”
“You might not care right now, but you will tomorrow, and you know it. Robby, you’re under the water and I’m not the least bit interested in looking at you. I’ll just shampoo your hair and leave. Rob, I just want to help if I can. When we were little we both used to run around the house naked – it’s no big deal. Let me help you, please?”
“I don’t know. You’re my sister. I can’t I let you …….”
“Robby, you just said it. I’m your sister. I’m supposed to be the one to help you. Especially now when you need it. We grew up together; We know each other – it’s OK.”
Well . . . . I don’t know.” I said. “You swear that you won’t be trying to look at me; And you won’t laugh at me?”
“Of course, I promise. I’m not interested in ‘seeing’ you, and I certainly won’t laugh at you. You just broke your two arms – I don’t see anything funny in that. I just want to help if I can, OK?”
The knob turned and the door opened just a little. “I’m not looking. Can I come in?”
“Remember – you swore.”
I sat up in the tub and pulled my knees up to my chest – thus hiding my private parts well; both casts resting on the rim of the tub.
“I remember, and I promise I’m not interested in ‘seeing’ you.” Jen came in and said, “Where’s the shampoo?”
“On the shelf where it always is.” I said with my head turned so I could see where her eyes were directed.
Jen wasn’t looking at me and I began to relax just a little. She grabbed the shampoo, and then said, “You need to get your hair wet. Can you slip down under the water and still keep your casts out?”
“Hummmmm, let me try.” I slipped down a little but not enough to get my hair wet.
“Here,” she said, “I’ll use the water cup. It should work.”
Four or five cups of water got my hair wet enough. Jen squirted some shampoo and began to wash my hair. Actually it felt pretty good. Her hands moved gently through my slippery, soapy hair. It felt really good after all I’ve been through to have someone doing something for me.
“You OK?” she asked.
“Yea, I’m fine. It feels good, and the water was perfect.” I answered.
She continued washing, and then she soaped my neck and ears. Her fingers moving over my slippery skin, softly and gently, really felt, well, sensual. (Although I didn’t know that word at the time.)
“Close your eyes tight.” She said, and she continued to soap up my face. She continued over my shoulders and upper back. My eyes were still closed tight with soap all over my head and face. I was pretty much in a, ‘Whatever,’ frame of mind at this point. She’s almost done and then she’ll leave.
“Can you lift your left arm a little so I can get in your smelly armpit?”
I sure didn’t want a smelly arm pit, and I knew she was right. So I gingerly lifted my arm just enough.
Jen’s fingers in my arm pit made me squirm a little and giggle – I’m really ticklish and she knew it.
“Hey, no tickling.” I said through soapy lips.
“Why, it’ll do you good to laugh a little.”
“How about your right arm? Can you lift it at all so I can get in there too?”
“I think so.” I was surprised that I was able to lift my arm most of the way with a full cast on it, and I also surprised myself that I was cooperating with this.
Jen’s soapy hands continued to slip over my skin. It tickled and it felt good too. I kept my eyes closed because of the soap. I hated soap in my eyes.
“OK, Robby, now we just have to rinse this soap off.”
Many cups of warm water washed over my head and shoulders. It was so nice.
“You can open your eyes now. All the soap is gone.”
“Oh darn. That felt so good. You’re done already.” I said.
“Well, I’m done on your head, back and shoulders.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Come on Robby. People in the hospital get this done to them all the time; and by a complete stranger. It’s no big deal. I don’t care what you look like, but you need to get clean, and you know it.”
She wasn’t raising her voice as if she was going to do this no matter what I said; her tone was explaining and asking; in a caring way.
“Washing your hair wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked.
“No, actually it felt good.” I responded.
“There you see. It’s no big deal. I’ll be really quick, and I’ll stop anytime you say to, ok?”
Before I could really answer, her hands were in the water with a bar of soap, starting to wash my knees which were pulled up to my chest. She was going fast, just as she said she would. She washed both lower legs down to my feet. Then her soapy hands were on my knees again and before I knew it, her hands slipped down the inside of my thighs right to my groin, but not really touching, ‘It’.
“Open your legs just a bit so I can get down in here.” (OH CRAP!) And her slippery hands were all over my private parts before I knew what was happening. I leaned back onto the back of the tub and opened my knees. I didn’t know what to be feeling or thinking. I was helpless. This was all happening so fast – I was scared to death, and I hated it.
“Can you lean just a little toward me?” And her fingers soaped over my butt and in just a moment her hands were no longer touching me and out of the water.
“There – done. Not so bad, right? Why don’t you soak for a while and relax. You’ve had a tough few days. It’s all going to be ok – you’ll see. And now you’re nice and clean and smelling good. Call me if you need anything.”
Jen got up, turned and dried her hands on the towel and left, closing the door behind her.
“What just happened in the last two minutes?” I asked myself. “If any of my friends ever knew that my sister just gave me a bath, I’d just die. But they would never know. I was sure of that. And, it really wasn’t that bad, just like she said. But I couldn’t get out of my head that my sister just had her hands all over my penis and balls. OH CRAP! This is so embarrassing! But it’s over, and I’ll just walk out of here and go on as if nothing ever happened.
Laying there thinking about it, and how good it felt, began to give me a nice little erection. And I thought how good it was that I didn’t get one when Jen washed down there. Oh crap – that would have been a disaster. Or did I have one? I couldn’t remember? I was too scared. I didn’t, did I? (OH CRAP!)
I stayed in the tub with my casts resting on the rim of the tub until the water began to cool and my erection had gone away. I flipped the little lever to let the water drain out and got myself up on my feet. Stepping out, I was faced with the thought, “How am I going to dry myself off?” And, “I need clean underwear.” (OH CRAP!)
I tried to pull the towel off the bar with my fingers, and it fell to the floor. I could squat down and reach it, but I just couldn’t grab it and hold on. I could hardly move my arms. I stood there naked, wet, getting cold, and without allowing myself to think about it, I yelled, “Jen.”
A moment later she knocked on the door saying, “Yes Robby, what do you need?”
“I can’t hold the towel to dry myself off.”
The door opened slowly, as if to give me a chance to say, ‘Get out’, but I didn’t, and I quickly turned my back to it as Jen came in seeing my bare butt. She reached for the towel on the floor saying, “I’m not looking. Besides, everybody’s butt looks the same. She began to dry my head, shoulders, back and then moved down the backs and sides of my legs with the towel.
“I’ll hold the towel up and you can turn around; I won’t see.”
We both knew what she wasn’t going to see, and it was at that moment that I became aware that I was starting to get an erection again. (CRAP! NOT NOW!) (Now, every guy knows that the moment you start to think about not getting an erection, is when you really will get one.)
I turned into the up lifted towel which was long and hung down to my feet. Jen put the towel on my face and dried gently. She worked down my neck, chest, under my arms, (My erection was sticking out really hard by now, but still well hidden by the towel – I was so scared – I couldn’t make a sound. My heart was racing – some how hoping she wouldn’t notice it).
“OK Jen, I think I can take it from here.”
“We’re almost done. Let’s just finish.”
She was holding the towel with both hands, one on my left side and one on my right, in a drying motion working her way down my sides and then to my waist.
“ OK Jen, I can do it from here.” But she wasn’t hearing me.
“Almost done Robby.” She said.
She got to my hips, and I stared at the wall in front of me praying for Jen not to notice my boner and for all this to be over. Jen knelt down on one knee, her hands, rubbing the towel over my hips, when it caught on my boner sticking straight up, and all the towel movement stopped there. I continued to stare at the wall, scared to death, unable to move a muscle or utter a sound. Then the towel softly rubbed up on my boner and then between my legs on my balls. I couldn’t look down, but I knew she was looking right at it.
Her hands and the towel quickly dried down each leg to my feet.
“OK, you’re all dry big guy. I’ll bet that feels a lot better, doesn’t it?” She said, and turning, she hung the towel back on the bar on the wall, leaving me completely naked, with a boner sticking out in the air for all the world to see, my two arms and hands unable to cover myself. (Maybe she didn’t notice it.)
I couldn’t move or say a word, but I looked down, and yep, there it was, sticking straight up, hard as a pipe. (Mine doesn’t stick out, it points straight up.) And I was standing right in front of my sister; My sister who just gave me a bath. (OH CRAP! I’m 15!)
“Let me comb out your hair before it dries all tangled. It’ll just take a sec.” She said.
Jen was talking and acting as if absolutely nothing was happening here. As if we just met each other in the hallway at school and stopped to say ‘Hi’. (And my boner got harder, but maybe she hasn’t noticed it. She wasn’t looking at it, or acting as if she had.)
She grabbed the hair brush from the shelf by the sink and started brushing out my wet hair –standing right in front of me; my erection bouncing up and down each time she pulled on the brush. (CRAP – WHAT IS HAPPENING?)
“What’s the matter? You’re face is all red, and you’re so quiet?” She asked. (As if she didn’t know.)
I couldn’t say a word.
“There, how’s that?” She turned and wiped the steam off the mirror and then stepped behind me so I could see my reflection, her hands on my shoulders.
There in the mirror, I saw my skinny, 98 pound self; Naked; with neatly brushed hair, a cast on both stupid arms, with my sister standing right behind me. The mirror wasn’t big enough to allow me to see my lower half. Thank God.
“Good.” I managed to utter to her question, and my boner just wouldn’t quit.
“You need deodorant. Can you lift your arms a little”. (Is this ever going to end? I thought?)
Jen took the Old Spice deodorant stick and rubbed it under each arm pit. “Oh, now you really smell good.”
She stepped back and slowly looked me up and down, and then down again, saying, “You not only smell great, but you look great too. Especially down here.” And she slowly reached down and touched my little boner with her soft thumb and index finger, giving it a little shake. I was about to explode. ( I had not yet had my first orgasm; in fact, I didn’t even know what an orgasm was.) I wanted to just die right there.
And I thought I was going to. My sister was standing in front of my naked self, talking to me about my erection; and touching it!!!!!! (What was happening here?????)
“Robby, shouldn’t be embarrassed. Are you? You haven’t said a word. It’s OK – I’m your sister. You don’t have to be ashamed cause you have an erection. It’s perfectly normal for a boy your age. And I see you’re starting to grow hair too – that’s great! I’ll bet you’re happy about that? (What’s next, now’s the weather?)
I was just whirling with – What is happening here? And my mouth opened and for some stupid reason I said, “I am.”
“I’ll bet you are. You’re 15, and on the wrestling team too. It must have been hard for you when you had to shower after practices with all the other guys. Most of them have probably gone through puberty already.”
(How does she know about all this stuff? I’m wasn’t sure what I was feeling. I was some how happy to know that someone was understanding how I felt though. I was so confused.)
“You have no idea how much I hate being small.” I said out loud for the first time.
“Well, you won’t be small much longer. In fact, this guy down here is getting bigger, isn’t it?” Jen reached down and took my boner between her two fingers again. “Want to see it get even bigger? Right now?”
Jen’s fingers began to slowly move up and down my boner.
“That feels good doesn’t it?” she asked, looking right into my eyes and smiling; Her fingers still rubbing my dick.
I was shaking and scared as it muttered, “uhn unh. Ummmmmmm….. Jen….Ummmmm. What are you doing? Ummmmm…. Jen. What are you doing?”
Jen sat down on the toilet seat. “Come over here, closer, and I’ll make it really feel good.”
“Ummmmmmm…..”
She reached her left arm around my waist and pulled me toward her, and she took my little boner in her right hand again. She rubbed it up and down gently and smoothly.
“You have a really nice one Robby. It’s going to get bigger in the next few months. Can I try something on it?” She asked and reached up on the sink counter for some hand cream.
“Umm, what do you mean, ‘Try’ something on it? What are you doing?” I questioned.
“Trust me – OK?” and her hand rubbed my lower back softly and gently.
“Ummmmm.” I murmured.
She squirted some of the hand cream on her hand and a little on my penis, And then her slippery, warm hands began to slide on my dick, I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I knew that this was called a hand job – I wasn’t completely stupid. My sister was giving me a hand job.
“Oh crap that feels good.” I whispered very softly. Not sure if I wanted her to hear me or not. Instinctively I began to push slowly into each of her hand slides on my dick. It was all very slow.
“I thought you would like this.” She said quietly. “I could tell that you would when I washed it. That’s when you started to get hard.”
“You said you wouldn’t look.”
“I didn’t look. I felt it, remember. And besides, I couldn’t resist. You are sooooo, soooooo cute. He hand continued to slowly slip up and then down my little boner.
“I really wanted to see ‘it’ now that you’re older, even though you’re my brother. Or maybe, especially because you are my brother. Remember when we used to take baths together when we were little? I liked your penis then too. You used to let me touch it and you’d giggle, remember. Sometimes you asked me to touch it and play with it. I remember that I wished that I had one too. I was so jealous of you. You had a penis and I had nothing I don’t feel that way now though. Not any more.
Her warm fingers continued to slip up and down on my prick. It felt so good. I had no idea what was happening with my sister, but it felt so good. At that moment in time, I really didn’t care what was happening.
“Jen, could you put some more of that cream on it? It really feels good.”
“Oh yea.” She squirted a lot more on her hand and on my dick. When she put her fingers around it again, I began to push in and out of her slippery fingers a little harder. I was getting the idea of how this worked, and so was she. Her hand and my hips were moving nicely together.
“Here, turn alittle sideways and it’ll be better.” I felt her left hand slide down my back onto my butt cheeks as she turned me sideways to her. Her fingers around my penis squeezed gently when I pushed into them. All her movements were very slow. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt so great, I didn’t want to think about it or stop it.
“Robby, you OK?” Jen’s eyes met mine with a smile.
“Oh crap, yes.” I said, but I wasn’t smiling. I was consumed with fear, confusion, and sensual pleasure all at the same time Feeling her left hand rubbing all over my bare butt and a little down the insides of my thighs was …………. (there are no words.)
“If you spread your legs apart just a little, I can reach your balls.” Jen whispered, again looking right into my eyes.
‘Jen? What? You want to touch my balls?
“Robby, I have your penis in my hand. Can I touch your balls too. It’ll feel even better than it does now.”
“That’s impossible.” I said, looking right back into her eyes. I think I smiled.
“Just spread your feet a little – it’s OK – you’ll like it.” She said.
I spread my feet a little further apart, and Jens fingers found my testicles. Oh crap! She started rolling them gently between her fingers, while her right hand slid up and down my dick. Oh crap!
“Wait a second.” She said. “Let’s ………”
“NO! Don’t stop. Not yet. Don’t stop! Keep doing it! Keep doing it!”
“J……..Je……..Jennnnn……….” I moaned.
“What Robby?” softly.
“Jennnn, something is happening. Don’t stop! I’m scared. Something is happening – I’m scared!” I started to shake, but couldn’t stop pushing my penis into her fingers.
“Just keep sliding it in and out of my hand Robby. Want more cream?”
“No, don’t stop!” I almost said right out loud, But everything was a whisper – like it was a secret – a secret that wasn’t really happening.
“Good – Don’t stop then.” She whispered.
Her fingers gently rolled my two balls around between them – squeezing ever so softly while her right hand formed a slippery little hole with her thumb and fingers. Thumb side first. My boner was harder than it has ever been. I looked down at it sipping in and out of her hand as I pushed up and in, and then slipped it out again, and again, ever so slowly. My two arms, heavy with casts hanging in the air, didn’t even exist at that moment.
.
“Jen. Jen. Jen. Something – Jen Jen – I’m going to pee “
“It’s OK Robby, push harder. You’re not going to pee.” She whispered loudly. Her fingers tightened on my little shaft, and she squeezed both of my balls together.
“OH CRAP JEN! OH CRAP! Jen…. What’s happening Jen?????”
My body shook uncontrollably. I pushed hard into Jen’s hand, and in an instant she turned her hand around without missing a stroke so my dick was pointing more right toward her; it felt even better this way. And just as quickly her left hand came around to the front and squeezed my balls again. OH CRAPPPPPPP! Jen’s fingers squeezed my penis tightly – pushing down hard, and I squirted semen out of the head of my penis for the very first time. It squirted all over Jen’s arm, her hand, and on her sweater. I think some squirted on her face. It squirted and squirted as I kept pushing and pushing into her closed fingers wrapped around my boner.
“OH CRAP! “ I cried out loud. “Jen I’m sorry.”
Jen’s hand covered in my cum continued to slide on my softening little shaft. She stopped for just a moment to lick the back of her hand where there wasn’t any hand cream. I didn’t ‘get’ that, but whatever. She used her left arm to wipe some of it off her face – she licked it off her arm too. Hummmmmmmmm. I felt like I was going to fall on the floor. I think Jen noticed.
Jen turned me sideways, and I sat in her lap with her left arm around my waist tightly. Her right hand returned to my penis and she squeezed it ever so gently and it got softer yet. I was breathing harder than I have ever breathed before. Her fingers continued to rub my penis. She held me tightly and it still felt really good.
And then I began to realize what happened. “Jen, it really happened. This is what I hear the other guys talking about. They call it, cumming or jerking off. I did it! I really did it! I looked down at my now soft penis with my sister’s fingers gently messaging it and swung my feet back on the floor and stood in front of her.
“Jen, look at it. It’s OK. You can look at it now.” I said, strangely.
She reached out and put it between her still slippery fingers and slipped them in a pulling motion on my weiner. It felt good – just like before.
“Are you still scared Robby?”
“ No – but . . . . . . . You’re my sister.”
“Yes, and you’re my little brother.” She said,as was still rubbing my penis gently with her warm fingers. “And this little guy is getting hard again.”
(OH CRAP!)
“Can we do it again? “ And I turned a little sidways, resting my right arm cast on her shoulder this time, so she could reach around and rub my balls from behind. I liked that. My erection was back up hard again too.
“Robby, I really would like to, but it’s getting late and mom and dad will be coming home soon. You’re going to be in those casts for 6 weeks. I think we might have a chance to um, wash your hair again, soon. OK?”
“I guess so. As long as mom and dad aren’t home. When are they going out again? Do you know?”
“Come big guy, let’s get some underwear on you so you can get to bed. Do you mind if I help a little from now on? I promise I won’t look.”
“Only if you promise?” I said.
We both had a good laugh, as Jen helped me, a little, to get ready for bed. I did have a hard-on all that night though, thinking about what happened and how fantastic it was; Thinking that none of it would have ever happened if I hadn’t broken my arms.
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