Helping My Big Sis With My Cock

Helping My Big Sis With My Cock

 

Monique is the best person in Natalie’s life. She’s like her best friend. They tell each other everything, encourage and assert each other to accomplish goals, pick each other up after break ups, etc. They’re inseparable and she loves her to death.

But there’s just two things about Natalie that Monique doesn’t know. And she doesn’t know if she’ll ever tell her. Not only is one of them completely weird and would probably severely sever their relationship, but the other one would just completely end it. She doesn’t wanna take the risks.

The first being that over time, she’s grown fond of Monique. So much so that that fondness turned into developing strong feelings for her. She knows it’s wrong and she shouldn’t have these feelings for her own sister, but just knowing that just makes it that much better to her. Normally, she’s able to keep it under control, but as she gets older and older, it’s proving to become more and more difficult. Especially since they live with each other now.

The second secret is just something that Natalie fears would ensure that Monique just cuts her out of her life forever. In her eyes, not only is it extremely weird, it’s just plain unnatural. And it’s the fact that she has a penis. She was born with it and it’s always been a bit of a burden for her. Not only with the morning wood rain, but relationships have been proven to be impossible to maintain. When they would get to the point of where both were ready for sex, the end result would always be the same: disgust in her additional appendage and leaving. Not only did this take massive tolls on her self confidence, but it made her completely give up on romance. She figures if five people can’t handle it, especially with two of them being two of the kindest people she’s ever met, she’s just meant to be alone. And if Monique reacted the same way, it would just destroy her. So she won’t let that happen.

But try as she might, it proves to be quite the challenge for her. Especially when they play games like they used to. Like water fights. Whether it be water balloons, spraying each other after washing hands, or just random instances of gathering water in their palms and throwing them on each other, it was a fun time all around. The problem is with both girls getting older, Monique is developing more and more. And with water completely drenching her shirt, it becomes that much more apparent. And whenever she gets an eyeful of her sister’s gorgeous figure, she suddenly has to use the bathroom or get back to work in her room. And while this would work in the beginning, Monique’s starting to piece together the pattern and getting suspicious.

Natalie types away at her laptop in the living room, conversing to a client of hers that doesn’t realize that $50 a story means $50 a story. Monique walks downstairs, noticing Natalie’s growing frustration. She doesn’t want her to blow a fuse, so she decides to cheer her up a bit. She plops down next to her, saying,

“Hey, Nat. What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” Natalie responds, “Just mentioning for the hundredth time to this dumbass that $25 for a story isn’t gonna cut it.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Yup. Having a blast over here. Oh, here’s another one. Oh, the wonders of freelance writing. Wee.”

“All the fun at the fair.”

“You couldn’t even fathom.”

“Well, while the look on your face and demeanor just scream euphoria, I can’t shake the feeling that you really aren’t having fun.”

“Oh, you’re crazy.”

“Maybe, but it’s just a feeling I’ve got. And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that feeling was correct and I could do something about it.”

She slowly lifts her hand, extending a finger. But Natalie is too invested in the stupidity of her customer to notice.

“And there’s one thing that always brings a smile to your face whether you like it or not,” she continues, bringing her hand to Natalie’s side, gently poking it, causing her to lightly jump, “And I think you know what it is.”

“No,” Natalie says in apprehension as she scoots away, “Don’t you dare.”

Monique scoots towards her, giving a sinister grin. Natalie tries to stand to flee, but Monique’s too fast. She pounces onto Natalie, making her fall back onto the couch as she tickles her rib cage relentlessly. Natalie roars out in laughter, pleading for her to stop as Monique unleashes her assault. She maneuvers her fingers from her ribs, to her armpits, to her neck, to her stomach, revisiting the areas randomly.

Natalie tries to turn the tables, but Monique has always been more dominant than her. Meaning once she’s got, she’s practically stuck until Monique says otherwise. But that doesn’t deter Natalie. She tries in any possible way to at most, switch the position, and at least, stop the tickling.

Natalie makes attempts to tickle her back, but Monique’s been at it for so long that she barely has the energy, let alone the wherewithal, to compete with her tickles. She then attempts to grab her wrists, but Monique’s too quick. She can’t even manage to enclose her hands on her arms.

While Natalie tries to end Monique’s attacks, she can’t help but to take a moment to realize her position: lying on her back, Monique on top of her, straddling her, and touching her entire body. She then feels herself getting a little excited. So she needs to try even harder to stop this before Monique notices her excitement, too.

Monique’s barrage of tickle continues along with Natalie’s constant attempts to stop her. That is until Natalie makes the wrong move. Monique goes for her armpits again, but Natalie accidentally slaps her wrist in an attempt to catch it. This causes Monique’s hand to move onto her breast. The laughing stops. So does the tickling. Both women pause and take a moment to process what exactly is going on. Once it clicks, Monique swiftly snatches her hand back, saying,

“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to…It just- I mean- I was trying to- uh…It was…”

“It’s…It’s fine,” Natalie responds, stopping Monique from sputtering, “It’s ok. Accidents happen.”

“O-okay…good.”

Monique then gets off of her and sits on the couch. Natalie sits up. Not a sound is made. Awkwardness ensues with every second. That is until Natalie’s laptop rings again and she thanks her lucky stars. She stands up and picks it up and says,

“I should…You know…Probably…I guess…Uh, kinda…”

“Yeah,” Monique replies, “Yeah, you should…uh…do the…the thing.”

“Yeah, the thing.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“Kay bye,” Natalie finally says before hastily making her way upstairs.

Once she’s gone, Monique decides to get her mind off of what just happened with some mindless entertainment. She looks down next to her for the remote, only to find that it’s not there.

‘Odd,’ she thinks to herself, ‘I could’ve sworn I felt it between us.’

Natalie makes it to her room, shutting the door and tossing the laptop onto her bed, taking in what just happened. She slumps onto her bed with a deep sigh as the events replay in her head. She then lays down as the replay continues. When she does, she feels her dick practically trying to burst through her shorts. She sighs in annoyance before unbuttoning them and sliding them off, freeing her cock.

‘Well, it’s gonna be quite the challenge working with this, isn’t it?’ she thinks to herself, bringing her hand to her shaft, ‘Ok, might as well take care of it.’

She starts slowly moving her hand up and down her length, letting out soft moans in the process. As she slowly strokes her cock, the image of Monique straddling her reenters her mind. This turns her on even more. She starts stroking a little faster, imagining Monique riding her. She arches her back and lets out a light moan. But she catches herself and bites her lower lip to stifle her moans, not wanting to be too loud.

As she continues, her mental image gets more and more vivid, turning her on more and more. It almost seems like Monique is actually there, riding her dick, moaning out her name, touching her like she did before. Natalie is in pure bliss with her created scenario, almost forgetting it’s her imagination. Her moans get a little louder and her strokes get harder and faster.

A knock is heard on her door, snapping Natalie out of her thoughts. She immediately gets under her covers, propping her knees up to hide her erection.

“It’s open,” she calls out. The door opens and Monique appears.

“Hey,” she says, stopping herself as the full picture unfolds before her. In front of her is her sister, slightly out of breath, under the covers, her laptop that looks to be carelessly tossed, tissues on her nightstand, the cover slowly setting as if she’d just draped herself with it, then when it settles, she sees a bit of a tint between her legs. She chuckles before saying,

“You never did know the meaning of subtlety, did you? Well, I was just gonna ask if you’ve seen the downstairs remote, but I can see you’re…preoccupied. So I’ll let you get back to it. Oh, and if you’ve got one to spare, could you lend it to me some time?

She winks and Natalie sticks her tongue out at her, trying her best to hide her fear of getting caught, embarrassment from the request, frustration from the interruption, and…growing arousal? They share a chuckle after Natalie’s reaction and Monique takes her leave. Natalie lets out a sigh of relief as Monique’s footsteps are heard going down the hallway to what sounded like her own room. After the coast is clear, she removes her cover and continues stroking herself.

As she returns to her actions, trying to reenter her previous thought back into her mind, she finds herself envisioning the interruption and it’s giving a more favorable result. This is turning her on more than the thought of Monique riding her. Is it because of the rush of almost getting caught, or is it because she secretly wanted to get caught?

She gets back to her pace, back to her stifled moans, but to a different vision. She then reaches under her shirt, grabbing a hold of her right breast with her free hand, the same breast that Monique touched, grabbing and kneading it as she continues sliding her other hand up and down the length of her cock.

Eventually, she feels her orgasm building. By this point, it’s getting harder and harder to maintain her silent moans. So much so that her moans turn into squeaks. She gets the wherewithal to at least do something about the up coming mess and grabs the tissue box with her free hand, pulling out a few sheets and covering them over the head of her member. A few strokes later, she closes her mouth shut, attempting to be as quiet as possible as she lets out a final moan as she shoots her load into the tissues. She throws her head back as rope after rope shoots into the layer of tissues. But the amount coming out is proving to be too much as her cum starts oozing out of the concealer. Seeing this, she grabs a few more sheets of tissues and wipes the excess cum running down her cock.

When she’s done, she slumps down onto her bed as she takes a moment to catch her breath before throwing away the ball of her would-be children. When she’s composed, she lets out a breath, realizing she needs to get back to work. But when she tries to lean up, she finds that she can’t. She tries moving her arms, but can’t do that either. It finally dawns on her that she’s too exhausted to move.

‘Dammit,’ she thinks to herself, ‘The best and worst part. But I need to get to work. Now, come on. Get up. Write things.”

Her eyes start getting heavy after her last thought.

‘Noooo.’

She tries to fight it, but the battle of released body chemicals proves to be too strong and she accepts her fate. She closes her eyes completely and awaits the sweet embrace of slumber. It doesn’t take long for her wish to be granted. Just a few moments later, she escapes into her subconscious mind.

A few hours pass and Monique’s bored. She’s played the hell out of her games, she’s read all of her comics months ago and lost interest in rereading them, and there’s only so many memes you can stomach before you’ve had your fill. She slumps in her bed with a groan, trying to come up with something to do. Her favorite content creators haven’t posted anything yet, there’s nothing good on T.V. right now, and she doesn’t have the money to go out. What to do, what to do?

She then gets the idea to go ask Natalie if she wants to do anything. But as soon as she gets the thought, she remembers the image of three hours ago. She then gets a different idea on how she could spend her time. And then she gets an even better idea,

‘Maybe I’ll take up on my request to use one of her toys and maybe I forget where I put it and she’ll look all over the place for it. It’ll give her something to do and entertain me. Win, win.’

She steps out of her bed and makes her way to Natalie’s room, giggling to herself as she envisions her evil scheme. She composes herself and knocks on her door. No answer. She knocks a bit harder. Nothing.

‘What’s going on?’ she questions internally, ‘Is she still at it? Natalie, you dog. But why is she not answering? Is she really wearing headphones to drown me out? You really expect me to leave just because you wanna feed your cat this bad? Well, you’re dead wrong if you think it’s that easy.’

She cracks open the door, finding that Natalie’s sleeping. Taken aback by this, she realizes that her plan will go smoother than she thought. But something catches her eye, something that’s between her legs. She can’t quite make out exactly what it is. It’s a bit dark in her room, and the candle light isn’t exactly doing any favors.

‘It’s not the dildo she was using earlier,’ she thinks to herself, ‘It’s too small. What is that?’

She inches closer to the bed, making sure to not disturb Natalie’s sleep. When she finally arrives at the foot of her bed, she carefully climbs on top of it, gently crawling in between her sleeping sister’s legs. She leans down to get a better look and realizes that it’s a part of her body.

‘Is that…That can’t be a…But how…No. No, it’s gotta be a fake or something. There’s no way.’

She then brings her hand to it to feel it. When she makes contact with it, she finds that it is indeed real flesh. She covers her mouth in shock, but tries her best not to make noise. But her mind is racing at the new discovery.

‘How? Why? When? How long has she had it? Is it really real? Who else knows about this? How’d I not know about this? Is this why she’s been distant lately? What the fuck, mom and dad? Does it really work like a guy’s? Is she a guy? Is this why her relationships ended? Does she pee standing up? Is she able to reproduce with it? Wait, was she really jerking it before I got in here? And was it really that big? How big is she?’

The last question is what captivates her the most. She saw it when Natalie’s knees were up under the covers. She then remembers the tickle fight and remembers that it was big enough to mistake for the remote. Her curiosity peaks and now she needs to know. But how does she get her answer? She can’t just wake her up to ask her. She’s gotta find a way to figure it out.

Then the thought of a possible method for her to know appears.

‘No. That’s too far. She’s my sister. That’s completely wrong. That shouldn’t even be a consideration. I don’t care how curious I am. I’m not giving my own sister an erection.’

As she has this tirade with herself, her hand subconsciously starts rubbing at Natalie’s flaccid penis. Realizing there’s no going back now and hating herself, she decides she might as well go with it. As she rubs her hand back and forth on Natalie’s appendage, it starts to slowly react, getting slightly bigger with each action. Monique instinctively grasps her sister’s growing shaft and slowly starts stroking her hand up and down her length.

Eventually, Natalie’s cock gets fully erect, leaving Monique in shock and awe at what she’s seeing as she stops her hand movements. Not only does this prove that it’s actually real, but it answered her burning question. And she’s satisfied with the result. 6 ½ inches of throbbing flesh just inches in front of her. This both excites her and confuses her on how her sister is bigger than every guy she’s been with.

Now she’s torn. She doesn’t wanna leave her like this. That’d just be cruel. But she also doesn’t wanna get her own flesh and blood off. That’s just weird and gross. But the more she looks at it, the more favorable the latter option seems.

‘I mean, what kind of selfish, heartless sister would I be to leave her in this much discomfort. I got what I needed and so it’s my responsibility to give her what she needs. It’s only right. She’s taken care of me my entire life. Time to take care of you now. But to not make it too weird, I’m only gonna give you a hand job.’

She starts jerking Natalie’s cock again, this time going a bit faster than she was. She likes how it’s so warm in her hand. So big, so warm, so…delicious looking. Monique realizes where her thoughts are going and snaps herself out of it. She can’t lose track of her motive: make her cum with her hand and leave.

As she refocuses on her objective, she can’t help but to notice a clear fluid emerging from the tip of Natalie’s penis. Curious about the fluid, she takes the index finger on her free hand and wipes it on the tip, gathering the fluid. It’s a bit sticky. She plays with it a bit, squishing it between her thumb and finger. She then brings it to her nose, taking in the smell of the mysterious liquid. It’s got a strong smell, but not unpleasant. She slowly brings it to her mouth to taste it. Once she does, she finds that she really enjoys it, licking her finger and thumb clean.

She turns her attention back to the throbbing member in her hand. She then notices more of the fluid appearing. With her newfound love for the taste of the fluid, she brings her face to the tip of her sister’s dick and licks the essence. But this time, it tastes even better to her because it was mixed with the taste of Natalie’s member.

‘Well, I guess it shouldn’t really matter how she gets off. And if you think about it, this isn’t any different from licking frosting from her finger when she makes cakes. So it can’t be that weird, right?’

She then wraps her mouth around the head of Natalie’s dick, circling her tongue around it and continuing her jerking motion as she gently sucks on it, savoring the taste of it along with the fluid. This causes Natalie to slightly shift and let out a light moan, causing Monique to stop in her tracks. Once she settles down, Monique slowly returns to her actions, enjoying the slight moans she’s getting as a reaction.

She eventually starts bobbing her head up and down the tip, taking more and more of Natalie’s member in her mouth, managing to get half of it. She then removes her hand and completely lets her mouth take over, using her now free hands to push her legs farther apart for better access. Natalie gasps and moans with these actions, giving Monique a boost of confidence as it’s confirmation that she’s doing everything right.

She then hooks her arms under Natalie’s thighs, taking her deeper in her mouth in the process. Natalie’s noises of approval grow more and more frequent. But then she starts mumbling in her sleep,

“Yeah. Just like that. Suck on it.”

Monique hears this and it boosts her confidence even more. She’s doing so well that she’s made her subconscious give her praise. She starts sucking harder and faster, earning more moans from her sister.

“Yes,” she moans out, “Yes. Keep going. Just like that, Monique. Suck on it just like that. Fuck. Your mouth feels so good, Monique. Yeah. Take it deeper.”

This catches Monique off guard.

‘Is she dreaming of…me?’ she questions, ‘Is this what gets you off? You like your little sister taking you in her throat? Wow. Such a naughty big sister you are. I bet you were stroking your cock to me earlier, too, weren’t you? And every other time where you either needed to ‘work’ or ‘use the bathroom’, you were just pleasuring yourself, huh? You want me that bad? Is this what you wanted? Well, let me make your dreams come true.’

Monique takes more of Natalia in her mouth, reaching the base of her shaft, earning more praises from her. She continues bobbing her head faster and faster. She then snakes her hands up her sister’s body, reaching under her shirt and grabbing a hold of her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, elevating the pleasure.

Monique soon feels Natalie twitch in her mouth. She starts bobbing as fast as she can.

‘You gonna cum in your little sister’s mouth? Huh? You gonna shoot your warm, sticky, delicious cum in your sister’s awaiting mouth? Do it. Give me your milk, big sister. Let me drain your cock like a good girl. Cum for me. Let me taste your cum.’

Her silent pleas are soon answered as Natalie lets out a moan and shoots rope after rope of her semen into Monique’s mouth. And Monique greedily swallows it all, savoring the taste of her sister’s cum. Monique then bobs a few more times, ensuring she gets every last drop of Natalie’s essence. She then takes her cock out of her mouth with an audible pop as she admires Natalie’s satisfied look.

She then steps out of the bed before covering her up with the cover right beside her before kissing her cheek and whispering,

“I love you. I’m glad you liked that. And I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow night.”

She then steps out of the room to walk into her own, getting into her bed and fantasizing about what she’s gonna do tomorrow. Maybe she’ll get a little more daring.

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