Tessa

Hi, A word of caution. If you are looking for blow by blow descriptions of sex it might be best to go to other author's stories. I like to think that the mind is our greatest sex organ. So I try to leave out the graphic details then you can use a little imagination.
Tessa
A naked brother and after
Tessa's version
I came storming into Pete's room. Why, I didn't even remember anymore. I needed something but what it was escapes me now. I was all the way in when it dawned on me he was laying there naked with his penis, his hard penis in his hand and he was frantically masturbating. His eyes looked like they were going to pop right out of his head. Both hands were grabbing at the sheet that was down at the foot of his bed.
His hollering for me to get out of his room and I started backing up trying to apologize. He was still trying to hide his erection when I start to think. Why am I leaving? I've been wondering if that bulge in his swim trunks was all him or did he stuff a sock down there to impress my girlfriends? Curiosity got the better of me. I walked back in the room and closed the door, turned and locked it. I didn't think leaving it open so mom or dad could just walk in. Not with what I had in mind.
By now of course he had covered up. He was staring at me as I moved close to his bed. "What are you doing? Get out of my room. Get out now or I'm going to tell them you just barged into my room."
"You're going to tell them you were masturbating with your door open, and you sister walked in and caught you?"
"I will."
I turned back and unlocked the door and opened it. "Ok...call out...moms just down the hall in the living room. She's reading so I'm sure she can hear you. Dad is in the kitchen so if you call out loud enough he could hear you to. Or should I just go and invite them in?"
"You're invading my privacy. Get out. I don't go rushing into your room. I always knock don't I?"
I lied a little bit, "I did knock...you didn't answer."
He admitted defeat, "Close the door. What do you want?"
"To tell the truth I've forgotten what I wanted at first. Now I want to see your penis. When you are out at the pool and my friends are here they can see the bulge in your trunks. They all ask me if that's really all you. Now I want to know if that's really you. Then I can tell them if it is or not."
"I will not. Get out of here."
"Ok." I turned back toward the door. "Who should I tell, mom or dad? Or maybe call both of them?"
I knew him being twenty-one years old there was no reason that he shouldn't be able to pleasure himself if he wanted. I was counting on confusion and being ashamed. I won.
"Close the door."
As I turned back and watched him push the sheet down to his knees. Only everything had gone soft. It was still impressive. But not like what I had seen when I first opened the door. But I has to admit that the bulge in his trunks was probably all him. Even soft it was as big as or maybe bigger than some other ones I had seen. Not that I've seen all that many but I have seen a few.
"Is that what they call a shower? It can't really be a grower is it?"
"It gets a little bigger when it gets hard."
"Show me...get hard. I want to see it hard, an erection...a boner...a stiffy. Make it stand up."
"That just isn't completely under my control. You standing there staring isn't going to make it happen."
"What will?"
"Um...it needs stimulation."
"Like what?"
"If you would take your shirt and bra off maybe would do it."
"No way kid, you can you use your hands?"
"Bare boobs are better."
"Do it to yourself. I'm not giving you a free show." I noticed the back and forth was doing what needed to be done. It was stiffening and lying on his stomach. "Touch it. No can I touch it?" He nodded his head yes.
I sat on the edge of his bed and reached out. My brothers' cock was Escort right there and I was going to touch it and I was suddenly afraid.
Pete wasn't ashamed anymore, "Go ahead Tessa. Do it. Pick it up. You can do it, I don't mind. In fact I think I might like it." He reached out and took my hand and pulled it over and pushed it down on top. "Now pick it up. Wrap your fingers around it."
I was no longer in control of the situation, Pete was.
Then I heard mom outside his door, "We're going to bed. Do you know where Tessa is?" She rattled the door. Thankfully I had locked it again. "Can I come in Pete?"
"Now's not a good time mom."
"Oh...ok...I understand, see ya in the morning." I heard her walk away and I was able to breathe again. I had enough I was ready to escape. I let go and stood up.
"Don't leave, we have unfinished business." As he pointed down at his erection, "You started something and I think you should finish it."
"I didn't start it. You were already doing something when I stupidly busted in. I'm sorry, I'm leaving, and you can finish without my help." Before he could say or do anything I was out the door. I had seen my brother's penis. I had held it my hand. What kind of sister was I? When I got to my room I was excited with what had transpired. I lay on top of my bedspread with my panties hanging on one ankle. I was in such a hurry and brought myself off in less than fifteen minutes.
Pete's version
I had the weirdest thing happen. I was jerking off when the door flew open and Tessa was standing there with her eyes bugged out and her mouth hanging open. I was sure the door had been locked. Did she have a key? I demanded she leave and she didn't. Tessa wanted to see my pecker. I told her no. She threatened to call the parents and tell what I had been doing. You would think that a nineteen year old guy should be able to do himself in peace and the family didn't need to be involved. I caved in and I pulled the sheet down.
I had softened and she asked me questions about how big it got and then wanted to see it hard. She asked why it wasn't growing and I suggested that she take off her shirt and bra. That didn't work. But after some back and forth it had gotten hard and the she actually let me put her hand on it. I thought I might get a hand-job out of this.
At the worst possible time mom was knocking on my door asking if she could come in and I told her it wasn't a good idea. She asked about where Tessa was and I told her I had no idea. As we heard mom going down the hall Tessa got up and headed for the door. I wanted her to stay. I wanted her to solve the condition I had. But there was no stopping her.
After Tessa left I was left with a hard-on and had lost interest in taking care of it. I covered back up, rolled over and went to sleep without the satisfaction I had been wanting.
Tessa's version
The next morning when I came into the kitchen Pete was just finishing up a bowl of oatmeal. I got the cold shoulder. I tried to be nice and all I got was glares and silence. Dad showed up and could sense the tension but being a wise man he didn't say much. Had his toast and coffee and was gone. Mom came in all cheery and smiles. I tried to act normal and failed. Pete didn't even try. Mom wanted to know what was going on and we both told her we could work it out. After pressing a little more she gave up and left for work.
"I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have charged into your room. I shouldn't have insisted on seeing your penis. I shouldn't have touched it. I'm sorry for the whole thing. Can we please forget the whole night? I won't tell my friends that you have a big one."
At that point I was truly sorry and I told him I would do anything to make it right. Except what he said he wanted me to do.
Pete's version
When Tessa showed up in the morning I refused to have Escort Bayan anything to do with her. I was frustrated from events of last night. Everything had been going good. I was on the verge when she came storming in and when she left I had lost interest. Still hard but not interested and was still not a happy camper when I woke up.
Dad and mom both noticed the ice crystals in the kitchen but wisely didn't get into our fight. My big sister tried to apologize, telling me how sorry she was about everything. When she offered to do anything if I would please forgive her I heard the answer to my frustration.
I looked her right in the eyes and asked if she would come to my room tonight and finish what didn't happen last night. She refused my suggestion and I told her that I wasn't going to force her it was completely up to her. Then I ignored her and scooped out a second bowl of oatmeal.
Tessa's version
Damn him. I knew it wasn't over. Pete could carry grudge forever. The worse part was it was my entire fault and in my heart I knew I had to be the one to fix it.
After supper Pete cleaned the table as it was his turn. I asked if he wanted some help and he told me it wasn't necessary. Clearly being nice wasn't going to heal the situation. I notice mom and dad share looks but they didn't say a word.
As we all watched the news and a movie that night there was a lot less conversation. When Pete announced he was heading for bed some of the coolness went with him. Mom tried to pump me about what was going on and I told her I would fix it. I knew what I had to do but I certainly couldn't tell what I was about to do.
After the evening news was finally over my parents headed off to their bedroom. As she was leaving mom looked back over her shoulder and gave me a sad smile. If she had known what I was planning, what would she say or do?
I waited for twenty or thirty minutes. I had to be sure that they were in for the night. Finally I had to do it. I softly knocked on Pete's door. I heard a mumble and tried the door but it was locked. I knocked again. More mumbling so I knocked a third time.
The door swung open and my brother was standing there in his boxers asking what the hell did I want and go away he had stuff to do. "Can I come in, please? I...we...need to talk or something, this can't go on forever."
He stood back and let me in. As he sat on the edge of his bed I went to the chair by his desk. He just looked at me. "Please can you please just forget what happened? I didn't mean to say or do any of that stuff. I am truly sorry."
"I'm sure that after a bit things will get back to normal. For now why don't you just lay off me? So if you would kindly leave I have to take care of something."
My turn, "Can I help? You know maybe take care of things for you. I've never done that to anyone. My boyfriends never asked and I never offered. But I did watch one time and if you could maybe coach a little? Please...I need to stop your hating me. I said I'm sorry and said I would do anything. I mean anything...please."
Who won I'll never know. He got what he wanted. I got a lesson on how to do a man with my hand. He stood and dropped his boxers and showed me his erection. He motioned me over as he lay back down. In a trance I sat on the edge of his bed. He looked so hard. His member was kind of throbbing to his heart beat.
He pointed at a bottle on the night stand told me to use it. "On your penis?" He nodded yes. Wasn't he going to help me with this? I had told him of my inexperience. "Please Pete. I need to know what or how. Speak to me."
And he did finally, what an education I got that night. First it's a penis when soft and a cock or prick when hard. How hard to hold him, how fast or slow to do it, to vary the movement. What to do with my other hand, gently playing with his balls. I watched as some fluid oozed from the tip and then Bayan Escort to rub it over the head of his cock.
He was so stiff. I knew what was going to happen. Pete wanted me to stroke him faster and hold it tighter. He moaned and started to do it. It looked like fountains of his juice came pouring out. It landed all over his body. When the interruptions stopped more came seeping out to run down across my hand and into his pubic hair.
As he finished his penis started to soften, he was past the point of having a cock. On the night stand was a box of tissues. This part I knew about. I had a box by my bed also because sometimes I needed a little clean up also. I never needed so many when I wiped up myself. I mean it was everywhere. He even had a gob on his chin.
"Thank you sis. That was wonderful." He watched me for a few moments. "Can I do you? I can see the want in your eyes."
He reached out and started to lift my t-shirt up. I stopped him. "No...this was for you. I made a mistake and this was my way to fix it."
He fell back on his bed, grinned up at me, "Are you sure?"
I nodded that yes I was sure. "I'll see you in the morning. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite little brother."
He was correct about the need but I didn't want him to help me with it. Maybe another time he could, just not this time.
Pete's version
It was late. I was playing with my pecker, knowing what I was going to end up doing but not in a hurry. Sometimes a slow and easy approach was the thing I wanted. I was just thinking that now was the time to start on the final build up when there was a tapping on my door. I told whoever to go away. They tapped again and then again. I pulled my boxers back on and opened the door.
Tessa begged and I let her in. She sat at my desk and pleaded for a few minutes. I was still pissed at her but when she asked if she could do what she wouldn't do before I broke down. I may be stubborn and arrogant but I'm not stupid. If a lovely twenty-one year old woman offers to do me I won't refuse and when she wants instructions that's all the better.
It didn't take long. Tessa is not only very pretty she is a quick study. I was rapidly reaching the point of no return. It was moments away. I asked her to do it faster. She listened and I was over the edge. Damn was it ever great. I don't think I have ever come so hard or much before. My juice was everywhere. She even cleaned me up. I thought that was sweet.
Now it was her turn. I tried to takeoff her shirt. She wouldn't let me. I asked and I maybe begged a little. She assured me this was just for me and she didn't want any attention, at least that's what she said. I wish she hadn't left like that. She did throw out that maybe another time I might be able to return the treat.
I waited for ten minutes or so and then headed for the bathroom. As I passed her door I could hear a soft cry. I wished she had let me help her with that.
Tessa's last details
This was the start of a few wonderful years. I did let Pete help me. Sometimes it was just me that needed help. Other times only he was in need. Most times we both were looking for satisfaction and those were the best. There is something about masturbating another person while he is doing it to you that can be so out of this world. Of course watching the other do himself or letting him watch you is great to. I guess there is no bad way to help or be helped is there? I know you are wondering. We never did anything but masturbate. No licking or sucking or fucking, just masturbating. Kind of strange yes, but that's the way it was.
Three years later Pete left our home for the east coast. He was kind of forced into a new position at his work. It broke my heart. For the next year or so we would video conference and masturbate together. It was a damn poor substitute. Then he found a lady friend, I found a boyfriend and our affair died out. He got married and two years later I did to.
I'll never forget the times we did what we did but time marches on doesn't it?
The end
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