4 comments/ 62529 views/ 8 favorites Sports Massage By: scrummie "Arrrghh, I am never going to be able to keep these straight! Graham Rudman Hollings, Budget Enforcement Act, the Budget Impoundment and Control Act, they're all the same!" Terry groaned as she flopped back on the bed. Vanessa smiled, "It's ok, we've got a week till the midterm; trust me, you can get this stuff." "Yea yea, miss smarty pants." Terry teased as she sat back up. "I bet you don't even need to study for this test." "Nope, all I need to do is go down on Professor Bullingsworth." "God, that's a vile thought; I bet that man hasn't gotten laid in years. Besides, we all know you're after our lovely TA instead." "What can I say, grad students with glasses drive me wild. Look, we're not going to get anything done right now, let's take a break, maybe grab a snack and then come back to all of this." "Sounds good, but since you're tutoring, I'm buying." The two girls headed out of the dorms and up the hill to the campus store. It was all ready 9pm and both of them had had a long day of classes, gym time, meetings and rugby practice. They had a rough game last weekend and thus were behind on their studying, but Terry was right. Vanessa really didn't need to study for this test, she was only helping out Terry, who was vainly hoping it was out of more than just friendliness. Terry was completely in love with the cute brunette: Vanessa (Nessa to her friends) was about 5'6" with an athletic body that served her well on the field. She was one of the team's high scorers, known for her aggressiveness as well as her brilliance in calling plays. Terry was one of the bigger girls; more respected for her skillful application of strength and power than for her agility. She was also a biology major, taking the budgeting course to get in extra credits. It was a bonus for her that Nessa was in the course. She had had a crush on her since they were rookies together, but for a long time Nessa was always in a relationship with some girl. Usually someone from another team, but none of them lasted very long. It seemed as if she was looking for something that she just couldn't seem to find; however, apparently she had lately given up the search. Vanessa had been single for a couple of months now, although not for lack of offers. It seemed every season some rookie would fall head over heels for her and she would have to deal with the awkwardness of unrequited emotion. Nessa was just vibrant that way. People were attracted to her confidence and easy smile and they stayed because of her wit and compassionate honesty. Terry sighed, as it was all of those qualities that had made her fall for Nessa almost two and a half years ago. Now that they were halfway through their junior year, Terry had almost given up. She and Nessa had been friends since they met at the rookie meeting for the team; it helped that they weren't in competition for the same positions. What didn't help, was Nessa's crying on Terry's shoulder about her asshole boyfriend for two weeks their freshman year. Terry became stuck in the role of confidant and even helped Nessa come out to her family. She had held her hand while Nessa was on the phone with her half brother, a staunchly conservative older man who was ever so slowly becoming less homophobic. Terry didn't mind, in fact, she would have done it for any of her friends. It just made it bittersweet every time Nessa smiled at her, or hugged her, or kissed her on the cheek. Despite her feelings for Nessa, Terry still managed to date other women, and with good reason. She was an attractive butch, and on a campus where lipstick lesbians seemed to be the norm, she was in high demand. Known for her loyalty to her friends and her unwavering support to the queer community, Terry actually could have had her pick among the baby dykes on campus. She dressed fashionably, packed more often than not and was a renowned flirt. The two girls were often seen in each other's company and made such an attractive couple that they were always deflecting rumors that they were together. Yet another pull on Terry's heartstrings. As they entered the campus store they were greeted by a multitude of people and it was twenty minutes until they got their food and headed back to the dorms. Nessa stopped briefly to stretch out her back, causing Terry's comment, "You ok?" "Yea, it just got a little tweaked from this weekend. I think it might have been Mary trying to get some sort of revenge." Nessa had dated Mary, a player on the opposing team, for about a month before realizing that Mary was too immature to handle an out relationship. The ensuing breakup had not been pleasant. "And don't say 'I told you so!'" Inwardly Terry grinned, she had warned Nessa about Mary, knowing all too well the signs of youthful infatuation. Outwardly she commented, "Wouldn't have dreamed of it. Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be someone else soon enough…" "Well, it's not like it's happened lately." "Oh, come on, you could have half this campus, men or women, just by snapping your fingers." "It just all seems so boring lately, you know? I don't want to be invited up to someone's dorm to watch the latest All Blacks/Wallabies game or to see Better than Chocolate one more time. I want someone I can connect with." "You and me both, babe, trust me." Nessa wasn't dumb, although at this point she felt like she had been slow on the uptake for years. After dumping Mary, she had decided to take a brief hiatus from dating to figure out what she wanted from herself and from a relationship. Without any conscious plans to do so, she had started to look at the people around her a lot more closely and her thoughts had focused lately on Terry. She had suspected that Terry had a thing for her, but since Terry was always her friend, she had never wanted to say anything. Besides, what if she was wrong and it made things awkward. For all of her confidence, Nessa had never been willing to risk the friendship she valued so much. Lately, however, she had looked back at the patterns and realized that Terry was usually single when she was, that Terry rarely had long term relationships and that she was always there for her. Always. Even when Terry was out on a date and Nessa had needed to escape an overly amorous suitor, Terry had rescued her. She never asked to be thanked, in fact, this study session was one of the few times that Terry had asked for her assistance at all. Nessa had long believed Terry to be an immensely attractive woman; now she was beginning to realize that she wanted to act on that attraction. Her thoughts of Terry as a lover had become decidedly distracting lately. Nessa shook free of her pornographic thoughts as she unlocked the door to her room. "So, back to the bowels of budgeting history?" Terry groaned, but sat down on the bed and picked up her notebook. The two girls went over the material until almost midnight, figuring out acronyms, creating mnemonic devices and committing various facts to memory. It was long past dark when Nessa stood up from her side of the bed to stretch again. "Hey, you want me to rub your back for you?" Terry's offer was partly out of need for another break, partly out of desire to touch Nessa. "Sure, if you wouldn't mind." "Here, stretch out." Terry moved her stuff off of the bed and motioned for Nessa to lie down. Nessa moved onto her stomach on the bed and Terry knelt to the side, putting her large hands square on Nessa's back. "Where does it hurt?" she asked. "Right under my left shoulder blade; oh, yeah, right there." She moaned as Terry started to move her hands over the spot. "Tell me if you want it harder or if it hurts." Terry did have strong hands and she had accidentally bruised one of her teammates one time. She was careful with Nessa, but she could feel herself becoming aroused by the feel of Nessa's flesh, as well as the brunette's quiet moans of pleasure. All Terry could think was that if she was this vocal in getting a back massage, how loud would she be in getting a clit massage? 'Not what I should be thinking!' Terry thought to herself. She kept the massage light until Nessa asked for more pressure; at this point, however, Nessa's sweatshirt posed a problem. The bulky material had been fine, but now it started bunching up and while Terry tried to keep it smoothed out, it wasn't staying put. Somehow, Nessa knew that Terry wouldn't ask her to take it off, so she sat up, dislodging Terry in the process, and stripped it off to reveal a basic black sports bra. She then dropped back down on her stomach without a word. Terry was shocked. She had seen Nessa in a sports bra hundreds of times, and was visually familiar with her C cup breasts. They played a contact sport together, incidental touching was the norm. However, having Nessa laid out in front of her with just a sports bra and athletic shorts on was a new experience. After a moment's pause, she decided to make the best of it. "Mind if I straddle you? It'll make it easier for me." "Not a problem." Nessa's tone indicated it was the exact opposite of a problem. Terry paused once again (Was Nessa coming on to her???) and then swung a leg over her friend, sitting on her ass now. She leaned forward with both hands and concentrated on Nessa's sore shoulder for a while. Once she could sense Nessa relaxing, she moved on to the rest of her back giving her a more comprehensive rubdown as well as prolonging her enjoyment of Nessa's skin. Ignoring the abrasions above her left hip, her skin was soft and pliant, with muscle slowly relaxing beneath her hands. Nessa didn't object when Terry's hands started to move over her back. She just sighed and settled deeper into the bed. Terry had amazing hands, they were strong, yet gentle; knowledgeable yet somehow tentative. It was as if she didn't want to cross over some boundary line that Nessa had set; and all of a sudden Nessa didn't want there to be any boundaries. She realized that her thoughts of Terry as 'more than a friend' had solidified into wanting her as a lover. She was wondering how on earth to encourage her in that direction when she felt Terry's hands move down her sides, right below her breasts. Terry could feel Nessa practically melting beneath her hands, all the strain gone out of her muscles and she slowly broadened the range of her hands. Moving them all over her back now, she took a calculated risk and began to rub her sides, moving them up just to the edge of her sports bra and then back down again. Nessa's breasts were partially pressed out on the sides of her body and while Terry wasn't quite confident enough to touch her there, she wanted Nessa to know that she wanted to. Nessa's breathless comment was like a chorus of angels to Terry's ears, "Mmmmmmm, that feels really, really nice." Terry's voice was cautious, but hopeful, "Oh yea?" as she inched her fingers higher, now lightly stroking the sides of her breasts. She held her breath, expecting at any moment Nessa to call a halt to her explorations. Nessa was in no mood to halt her friend and in a move that she was later surprised she had managed, she flipped herself over so that Terry was now straddling her hips, with her bewildered hands hovering in the air. Nessa reached up and placed each of her hands on her breasts, moaning with the sensation. "Nessa, are, are you sure about this?" Nessa had a sudden fear that she had read all of the signs wrong, and answered hesitantly, letting her voice trail off at the end "I really am, and I thought you were, too?" Terry's smile could have lighted the world, "Oh, honey, you have no idea." Her hands moved from Nessa's breasts to her hair as she leaned down to kiss her. She started gentle, still half not believing this was actually happening, but Nessa wouldn't let her be cautious. She put her hands on Terry's head and pulled her deeper into the kiss; the two women learned the taste of each other's mouth for the first time. Terry let her hands move lower, running them up and down Nessa's sides, letting her fingers run the edge of her sports bra, before moving them lower again. In turn, Nessa began to run her hands up her new lover's shirt, being gentle when she discovered Terry's bruises, being frustrated when she realized that Terry was wearing two sports bras as well as a beater. Nessa broke the kiss and gasped, "Some of this needs to come off." "I'll take off mine if you take off yours." "Last one done has to clean up!" said Nessa, referring to the practice of making the slowest beer drinker clean up the party. Terry quickly sat back and stripped off her shirt, leaving her in the skintight white tank top, leaving her friend to sit up and yank off her sports bra. "I win," said Terry, as she pinned Nessa's hands down and leaned back over her breasts. She pressed hot and wet kisses in circles around Nessa's breasts, going closer and closer in towards her nipples, but never quite touching them. As soon as she was about to reach one nipple, she'd switch back over to the other breast, starting outside and working in again. After a few rounds of this, Nessa was squirming in torment and finally started begging for her to at least touch her there. "God, Terry, please, if you don't touch my nipples soon, I might kill you!" "Well, I'm never one to deny such a polite request." And with that, she moved her mouth onto one nipple and twisted the other one between her fingers. It was only Terry's bodyweight that kept Nessa from coming off of the bed. The sensations that coursed through her body stemmed from the twin points of her nipples. It was like bolts of lightening were headed straight to her clit and she arched her hips in demand for more. Terry took the hint and slid a leg in between Nessa's, giving her something to press against. Nessa's moans were sure to wake most of the building at this point; her cries for more kept getting louder. It was the dorms, though, so the only consideration that Terry gave to Nessa's volume was how much she wanted more. Switching breasts every so often, Terry finally leaned up and kissed her new lover full on the mouth, dragging her body up against Nessa's, letting the friction act as it's own stimulant. "God, baby, you are so gorgeous," she murmured. "There aren't even words to tell you how much I want you." "Then show me." Terry kissed her deeply once more and then moved her mouth down her body, letting her talented tongue create little fires along Nessa's skin. She moved slowly downwards, inwardly blessing the loose fitting athletic shorts that hung on Nessa's hips. Moving her hands back to Nessa's breasts for yet another stimulating massage, she began to lick right along the edge of her shorts, inhaling the scent of her skin as well as the sweet scent of Nessa's arousal. She loved teasing women like this, getting them soaking and turned on until they begged for release. Nessa was no exception and Terry's explorations of her body were slowly chipping away at her self-control. Her stomach twitched every time Terry licked at it and her nipples were still on fire, in frustration she cried out, "Just take them off, already!" Terry complied and Nessa lifted her hips to make it easier; thankfully Terry pulled off her panties as well. Nessa kept herself trimmed and neat, although she was so aroused right now that all she could think about was what Terry would do next. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait too long, as Terry continued her kissing game down her abdomen and onto her inner thighs. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, Terry moved her mouth onto her clit and licked gently, just enough to bring Nessa half off of the bed. Terry soon settled into a rhythm down there, learning her shape and her scent, figuring out what made her new lover growl and what made her cry out. Terry continued her loving until Nessa began to moan more and more frequently and her gasps for breath sounded as if she had just finished a full field suicide sprint. Nessa's first orgasm with Terry was amazing; partly because she hadn't realized she had wanted it for so long and partly because she had just realized that the rumors of Terry's skills were true. As she was coming down from the high, she realized that Terry had moved up beside her and was stroking her stomach with a look of wonder on her face. "I never thought this day would come," remarked Terry. "Really? How long, I mean, well…" Nessa's voice trailed off as she looked back on their friendship with new eyes. "Oh, sweetie, I've had a thing for you since the day we met. Unfortunately, the day we met you were still dating Mike and I was being chased by Susan. The timing was pretty awful and I just never thought you were interested." "I can't believe how stupid I was to never see it. You always had women around you and there were always the rumors of how much of a stud you were, they're true by the way; you were always just a friend." Terry leaned in for a kiss and then queried in a low voice, "So, can I ask what changed your mind?" "It was after Mary; I decided to take a break from dating and just realized that you were my best friend; but then I realized it was more. You were the one constant in my life here and I just kept thinking how hot you were. It sounds silly and I've always thought you were attractive, but the past few months you began to turn me on. I've had fantasies of this for a while." "A while? Hells, I've been fantasizing about you for years. You mean I could have had you a few months ago?" Terry's voice took on the teasing tone of mock anger. Nessa's reply was serious, though, "No, I think the timing had to be right. I was so scared of losing you as a friend and at the same time, even though I wanted to make a move, I had no idea of how to tell you. I thought you think I was joking and you'd just laugh." "Well, we've mock flirted enough times; I can see how you'd be hesitant. I do have to say, though, that I'm quite pleased with the outcome of our studying time tonight. I hope that this will be a reoccurring event?" "Well, you do need a lot of help with the material, perhaps you should stay over tonight so that we can get an early start tomorrow morning." Nessa's smile promised that they would not be studying budgets tomorrow morning. "Honey, I'll stay as long as you want me to." Terry's smile promised that she meant it. (As always, constructive criticism is welcome.) Sports Massage Training Many thanks to M. Duchess for her help editing this story. My name is Taylor, and I had a most extraordinary encounter with my younger brother this past week that I just had to write down and share. I am 19 and have just completed two semesters at the junior college towards my associate degree in massage therapy. In addition to some general classes, I was required to take courses in anatomy, psychology, muscles of the body, and massage techniques 101 and 102. I live at home with my mom, dad and my 18-year-old brother Jason, who will be a senior in high school this year. Jason and I are close, since we are only a year and a half apart in age. Most nights I have dinner at home with my family and now that it is summer, my brother Jason and I sometimes kick the soccer ball around or watch TV together. Jason is on the cross country team at the high school so sometimes I even go along with him on his training runs. In the massage techniques classes we read about the different types of massage therapies, like Swedish, shiatsu, sports, and reflexology. We also saw some films, and in the massage techniques 102 class, observed some live demonstrations of the various therapies as well. The summer semester started a few weeks ago for me and I am taking one class, Sports Massage 201. This is the first class where I am required to do some hands-on work. The class has ten students, only two of whom are guys, and we use both a standard classroom for lectures and the largest of the three massage studios for the lab/demonstration portion of the class. So far, about half of the classes have been held in the massage studio. The studio has a professional massage table and space for the entire class to gather in the room too. When we use the massage studio, the students take turns being the "client". It is often more instructive for me to be on the receiving end when I am learning about a massage technique. Each class we go over one area of the body. With sports massage the legs, arms, back and neck are all potential problem areas. I was into sports in high school. I was on both the swim and soccer team. I had a few injuries during my senior year, so on a few occasions, I went to a sports massage therapist my coach recommended. It really seemed to help the healing process. I enjoyed the whole massage experience: the physical contact from another individual, the relaxing mood, and the stress relief it provided. Sometimes, it was a little painful when they were working on some of my muscle strains, but even that was a good kind of pain. When I graduated from high school last year, the sports massage therapy program at the college seemed like a great idea to me. When it was my turn in class to practice on the class "guinea pig" I found that I really enjoyed the physical contact and the class professor is giving me some very positive feedback. After class last week we all received our first big homework project. We were assigned an hour at one of the school massage studios and paired with one of our classmates. We were tasked with working on three different body areas and given an evaluation form to fill out on our massage partner. I was paired up with Madison. I had already taken three other classes with her, so we knew each other fairly well. The assigned time for us was 6:00 P.M. the next day. I was a little excited and nervous, as this was the closest thing to giving a real massage we had been assigned. I talked about my assignment at the family dinner table that night. Jason kidded me about being nervous. Jason exclaimed, "We've given shoulder and neck rubs to each other for years. What are you worried about? You're terrific." Madison and I both arrived about five minutes early for our assigned session time. We went in to our assigned studio and adjusted the massage table height, turned on the table warmer to low, and put on fresh sheets. Madison was assigned to go first, so after we set up; she stepped out of the room for a couple minutes. I took my clothes off, got onto the massage table face down, and covered myself from the waist down. Madison knocked on the door and let herself into the room. Madison is a few years older than me. I think she said she was 25. She is a pretty girl, about my height at 5' 6" and had what I would call a strong athletic build. She reminded me of the woman that play college softball. I know from personal experience in class that she has strong hands, a real plus for a sports massage. The trapezius was the first of the three areas we were to work on. Madison started on my shoulders, kneading them with a medium firm pressure. Next I felt her palms press into my upper back. She asked me if the pressure was good. I told her she could be a little firmer with her strokes. I felt relaxed and just enjoyed my free massage. After about 10 minutes of this Madison stopped. "I am going to move to the next area," she declared. The gluteus medius was the next assigned muscle area. This is the area around your hip and lower back. If an athlete had a hip injury, this is the area you would concentrate on. Madison rearranged the draping exposing my left hip and butt and began to work on these areas. This was one of the muscle groups that had caused me issues during my days on the soccer field. It felt good to be massaged there and Madison was doing a great job digging deep into my flesh. Too soon for me, Madison covered up my left hip area and exposed the right side. She worked the right hip with equal aplomb. When she was done, she covered that area too and instructed me to turn over and lay on my back. I flipped over and raised the sheet to cover my breasts. The last area to cover was the front of the leg above the knee which included the rectus femuris, satorius, and gracilis muscles. Draping this area was a little more complicated than the others. You want to expose the muscle group to be massaged, but not the client's privates. I moved my legs apart slightly to give Madison room to tuck the excess draping between them. I could feel the sheet pressing against my crotch as she positioned them. Madison kneaded and pressed into the assigned muscles, some of which lead right to the top of the leg. As she worked, her fingers traveled steadily upward. An involuntarily tingle started between my legs as I felt myself getting aroused by her touch. I found myself wishing Madison's hands would continue to travel just another couple of inches further. Of course, that would be inappropriate and I tried to banish these thoughts from my mind. Finally Madison was done. She left the room and I quickly got dressed. Madison came back into the room and we prepared the table again. I left the room so Madison could undress and get ready for my part of the massage assignment. I went down the hall to get a drink and help myself get focused on the assignment. I walked back to the massage studio entrance, knocked and entered the room ready to begin my first hands-on homework assignment. Madison was already lying face down with her face resting in the head cradle. The privacy draping covered her from the waist down. I was to massage the same three areas that Madison had. I began by working on Madison's shoulders and upper back. Though I was applying some additional techniques we studied in class, I had given many mini massages over the years to friends and family, so I was in familiar territory. The setting felt much more intimate than during class sessions. There was quiet music playing and it was just my "client" and me. After finishing with her upper back, I moved the draping and exposed her left hip and butt area. Madison had a firm, rounded butt and I enjoyed pressing into her meaty flesh. I am sure many a guy thought she had a nice ass when they checked her out. Heck, even I thought it looked good. When I got to the last area, the front of her legs, I couldn't help wondering whether Madison was having the same thoughts I had when she was doing the massaging. Was she becoming aroused? Was she wishing that my fingers strayed a little higher? I felt myself getting excited as I imagined that my strokes might be having the same effect on her as they had on me. Was she feeling a tingle like I had? Was she getting wet down there? I tried to control myself and keep the massage and my wandering mind on a professional level. I looked up at Madison. Her eyes were closed and her breasts were covered by the draping but I could see the outline of her nipples. Her exposed leg was smooth, silky and warm to my touch. Her skin glistened from the massage oil I had applied. The little timer on the table chimed, indicating that our assigned hour was up. Madison opened her eyes and looked up at me. "That was nice," she said. "Thanks, I am glad you enjoyed it," I replied. I left the studio so Madison could get dressed. I waited for her and then we went and ate a little snack together at the department lunch room. I gave Madison high marks on my evaluation and turned it in at our next class. I also got a new homework assignment. This time I was to find myself a volunteer to practice on from outside the class. The instructor said it could be a friend or family member. The teacher also gave me an evaluation form to be filled out by the client. At dinner that night, Mom and Dad were out so it was just Jason, his best friend Mike and me. We talked about lots of things during dinner and I brought up my next homework assignment. Mike immediately indicated he would be happy to volunteer for a free message. Mike has had a little crush on me for years, so I knew where that was coming from. After some hesitation, my brother Jason spoke up. "I don't know if it makes any difference, but I have been having soreness lately in my right leg when I have been running. It doesn't start out bad but within 10 minutes after I have completed my practice, it can be quite painful. I have been using some ice on the front and back of my leg, and that does seem to help some." He continued, "I don't know if that would be a help in your assignment or a complication." I told him I would talk to the professor, but I imagined it might be a great idea. The thought of actually making a real difference to his predicament was exciting. Mike chimed in, "Taylor, would it matter if I told you I think my leg is broken?" I replied with a smile, "It might." I emailed the class professor about my brother's situation and he emailed me back later that same evening. His email indicated that he thought it sounded like a challenge to take advantage of and that if I just applied the techniques we had been going over in class, I should do fine. I went into Jason's room, where he was playing a game on his iPad, and told him what my teacher had said. "Great Sis, when should we get together to do this?" "My studio time is 7:00 P.M. tomorrow, will that work for you?" "Sure, I'll be there at 7." After I went back to my room, it hit me that my own brother was going to be my first assignment outside of my classmates. In some ways it felt a little weird that I was going to be giving my brother a full massage treatment. I keep telling myself, its sports massage for therapy, why should I feel uncomfortable with that? The next day I got to the studio about 15 minutes before the appointed time. I wanted everything to be just right. I prepared the table, turned on the warmer, dimmed the lights, put on some soft relaxing music, and placed the fresh sheets on the table. I setup my massage oils on the warming trey as well. I heard a knock on the door just before 7. I said, "It's open, come on in." It was Jason. "So are you ready to do this Sis? The setup looks great," Jason exclaimed. "So how is the leg feeling this evening?" I asked. "I guess about the same, I was able to hobble over here from the car okay." "Well I hope I can make a difference. You can put your things over on the chair. I left a copy of the evaluation form I need you to fill out afterward on the chair too. I'll leave the room so you can get undressed. Then get on the table face down and cover yourself with the sheet on the table." "Should I leave my underwear on?" Jason inquired. "You can do as you please, but I think you will find that the sheet will be sufficient." I left the room for Jason to get ready. I don't know why it hadn't really occurred to me before that my brother was going to be naked, or nearly so, as I worked on him. I had given him neck and shoulder rubs before, but he had clothes on then. After a couple minutes, I knocked on the door. "Come in," I heard from inside. Jason was lying face down with his arms at his sides. The sheet was covering him from about the middle of his back down to his toes. I gazed over his young athletic body that would be my assignment for the next hour. My brother has a thick head of light brown curly hair. His back, from what I could see of it, was smooth and lean. Jason is 5' 10" and weighs about 140 pounds. The fine curve of his back, his protruding rear and his runners' legs were easy to make out, even covered by the sheet. "Are you comfortable Jason?" I asked. "Couldn't be better." "I am going to start with your back, though later we'll concentrate on the problem area on your leg." I poured the warmed massage oil onto my hands and started on Jason's upper back and shoulders. I could tell that he was tight but I could feel him loosening up as I continued working on him. "Is the pressure too hard?" "No, just perfect," he purred in reply. Though he was my brother, I couldn't help but appreciate his trim athletic body. I worked my hands along the side of his neck and ran my finger through the back of his hair. I heard Jason give out a satisfied sigh as I did so. I couldn't help but smile and congratulate myself on the job I was doing so far. I got some additional oil and started to move down his back using a combination of firm long strokes with my palms and then applying pressure on some trigger points with my fingers. I found a few small knots along the way and worked them out. As I continued lower, my strokes got longer. I folded the sheet back some to expose the rest of Jason's back. After about 10 minutes of this, I was ready to conquer other muscle groups. I leaned over and spoke into Jason's ear, "I am going to work on your right leg now." A soft "mmmm" is all I got in reply. I moved the sheet off of his right leg as well as his hip and right buttocks. I grinned as I saw that Jason had taken my advice and removed all of his clothes. There was a noticeable demarcation where his tan line was. His back was a deep bronze while his butt was a creamy white. I started with his toes and worked my way up his leg. Once I got above his knee, I encountered a tangle of knots that were evidence of the soreness he had complained of. I pressed deeply into the muscles, as I had been taught in class. I could hear Jason grimace some as I pressed my hands and fingers into his strained muscles. I could begin to feel some improvement and I moved further up his leg. I poured more massage oil on my hands and then started working on his gluteus maximus. Touching my Bro's butt was definitely a new experience. I know it's just another muscle, but it felt very sensual placing my hands on an area of my brother's body that under most any other set of circumstances would be highly provocative. I wondered what Jason was thinking as I massaged him there. I covered up his right side and uncovered the left, repeating the massage treatment there. This time, as I worked up his left leg, I saw that I had not draped Jason as well as I should have. When I leaned over I could see up between his parted legs under the sheet. I guess I was hoping I might be able to check out some of my brother's "equipment" but the dim room lighting and shadow from the sheets made it too dark to see anything of interest. Why was I doing this? It's not like I thought about my brother in a sexual way at home. I hadn't realized that I was just staring there frozen, until I heard Jason comment, "Is everything alright Taylor?" That woke me from my trance, and I started massaging his leg again. When I was done, I covered his legs back up and instructed him to roll over onto his back. I spent some time on the front of Jason's legs and tried not to let my fingers stray too high up. Just like when I had massaged Madison, I felt myself getting a sensual charge as my hands moved dangerously close Jason's package. As I finished with his legs, I looked my younger brother over. He seemed very relaxed and had a contented expression on his face. His long tanned legs were stretched out, and his hands were by his sides. His chest was lean and smooth with nicely defined pecs and abs. I could see his belly button, and the start of a small trail of hair that led downward beneath the sheet. Jason was a good-looking boy and I could see why he was a popular guy. I couldn't believe how turned on I was looking and touching my own brother. The massage time was almost at an end. It really wasn't a necessary part of the sports massage I was giving, but I decided that with the time left I would massage Jason's chest. I poured some more oil on my hands and positioned myself at the head of the table. I started by rubbing his pectorals. I could see a little smile form on Jason's mouth. I moved my hands in a firm circular motion, spreading the massage oil out over his chest. My motions grew larger and lower and soon my palms passed over his nipples. I let my fingertips and thumbs press into them. Standing at the top end of the table I looked down over the length of Jason's body with his head just in front of me. I could feel my own nipples stiffen as I continued to fondle Jason's. I wondered what Jason was feeling. Did he still think this was part of the massage? Though it was small, I would swear I noticed some movement under the sheet covering Jason's middle. As I continued teasing his nipples, I looked directly at the draping covering my brother. The sheet moved a few more times and the movements were more obvious. Then it hit me, Jason was getting an erection. I could see the outline of Jason's penis beneath the sheet as he was getting hard. I felt myself getting wet as I witnessed the effect my massage was having on my brother. I know I should have stopped myself right there, but I couldn't. I looked down at my brother and his expression hadn't changed. His eyes were closed and he took long deep breaths. I leaned over a little further as my hands traveled lower onto his abs. I could feel his muscles flinch slightly as I touched him there. I pressed down on his flesh and marveled at his smooth skin and taut abs. I applied more of the warm massage oil by pouring it directly onto him. I saw the outline of his penis shift again, under the sheet. It now looked to be pointed directly to his navel. My hand slowly traveled lower and lower, until I reached the top of the sheet, protecting Jason's modesty. I paused, knowing I should stop. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I don't think I have ever been so turned on in my life, yet it's not like I had really done anything. I took a deep breath. My trance was broken when I heard Jason speak up, "Sis, what you are doing really feels great. You can keep going, if you want." "I think I can't really go much further," I weakly responded. "Just go as far as you want then. I just want to give you the best evaluation score that I can. I wouldn't want you to leave anything out just because I'm your brother." I just couldn't help myself. It sure sounded like my brother was begging me to continue. I placed my hands back down on Jason's abs, one on the left, the other on the right. I continued as I had before and soon my hand was traveling beneath the top of the sheet. Little by little my hands inched lower as I leaned out over the table. My fingers eventually converged in the middle, where the bulge in the draping indicated I would find the evidence of Jason's manhood. I wrapped my fingers around the tip of my brother's cock and I heard him gasp in delight. I lightly grazed my fingers over his member and let them feel its warm unseen texture. Sports Massage Training I was surprised when Jason began tugging at the sheet covering him and I watched as it slowly fell to the floor, leaving him naked from head to toe. I gazed down the length of his athletic body. His cock lay flat against his stomach, cradled in my fingers. He had a small neat bush of brown hair and his smooth balls rested between his legs. Like the rest of his body, his shaft was smooth, hard, and straight. It was finished off by a soft mushroom cap helmet. God, my brother had a sexy body. I poured more warm massage oil over the length of his nicely sized penis and then wrapped my hands tightly around it, letting the excess oil squeeze between my fingers. He felt so stiff, but I knew I would need to use a different massage technique to fix this problem. I moved around to the side of the table to get better access. I lightly touched his sac and fingered his balls. I had not seen Jason naked since we were little kids, and it was certainly the first time I had seen him with a full blown hard on. I began to slowly jerk him off. I used both hands and as his cock moved like a piston between them. My own body felt like it was on fire, and my panties felt like they were soaked. I took one hand and ran it up his chest while I continued to stroke him with the other. My finger found a nipple and lightly pinched at it. Jason groaned with pleasure and I could see his hips start to buck some as he attempted thrust his cock through my closed fist. I squeezed at the soft cap of his penis and pushed back against his pressing shaft. I could feel how very stiff he was, and I fantasized about what it would feel like pressing between my legs trying to force its way into my soaking cunt. I picked up my pace and let the massage oil provide the needed lubrication for his hard on to glide through my tight grip. I could tell the end was in sight as his breathing became more ragged. I looked up at his face, and his eyes were wide open as he stared at his own cock pumping in and out of my hands. Jason was pushing his hips to meet my downward strokes and I could see his ball sac jump up and down as his forceful thrusting changed direction. I saw his balls tighten and felt his shaft swell in my hands as cum erupted from the tip. It landed halfway up his chest. I continued to pump him and he squirted three more ropes of cum before he was spent. Jason lay still, spent from his exertion. I watch as is cock slowly shrank to its normal size. I then grabbed a towel and wiped his cum-covered abs. I was somewhat numb from the spectacle I had just caused. I covered him with the towel. Jason looked very peaceful and satisfied as he recovered from his massage. "Jason", I said. "There is a little private shower room through that door. You can use it to clean up if you want." Jason open his eyes, slowly sat up and then stood up next to me. With a little grin on his face Jason said, "That was awesome Sis, I think you took care of all my sore spots. A shower sounds like a great idea." Jason walked over to the door opened it and then turned to me, "You look like you could use a shower too." I looked at my brother, standing there naked, waiting for my reply.