A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice Sister, Part 4
Copyright © by the Author, 2015
"So, do you want to take a shower or anything?"
"No, it was just a walk in the park. I'm not really dirty or anything. It's not like I was running."
"Are you just going to watch some TV then?"
"Yeah, channel 241, please."
"There you go. Okay, you have some water there, make sure you drink plenty."
"I know."
"Need anything else?"
"Nope, I'm good."
"Okay. I'm going to be in my room making a bracelet. You know Rose, who's next door to Grandma at the nursing home? She
just had a new grandbaby and I'm going to make her a bracelet with its name. So just holler if you need anything."
"Okay."
"In a little bit I'll make lunch, then after we eat I can change your dressings and touch your penis for you."
She delivered her itinerary completely straight, as if the last item was the same as the others, and then took her
perfect posture and strolled out of the room.
God, it was just another item on her list of what she wanted to get done. Make lunch, check. Take out trash, check. Give
my brother a handjob and wipe up all his cum, check. As though it wasn't something embarrassing, shameful, and
potentially life-changing for both of us.
Always so proper, always such a goody-goody, always doing the right thing and feeling terrible if she ever hurt
someone's feelings, even on accident. But even if she did think she was doing the right, compassionate thing, how could
even she not feel a twinge of fear about the inappropriateness of something like this?
I, on the other hand, was riddled with guilt.
Lunch came and went, Mandy hand-feeding me bite by bite. After Mandy cleaned up, the moment I'd been dreading and
anticipating happened.
"Shall we take your pants off now?"
"You know, you don't have to do it every day." Only the day before she had jerked my off while giving me a shower.
"It seemed like you were ready again," she said. The loose athletic shorts I wore to make it possible to use the
bathroom on my own made every erection obvious, at least to someone now attuned for them. "And I remember you told me
once that you normally did it every day." It seemed like so long ago when I had been trying to freak Mandy out of her
Ms. Goody shell a little by being overly frank about such things.
"But don't you think it's kind of...gross?"
"It's not that bad. When I babysit Aiden, I've had to change his diaper, and that's a little gross. But your stuff isn't
as bad, it just wipes up."
"Oh, thanks. So it's like changing my diaper."
"Oh, no. Of course, it's very different than that."
"No, but don't you think it's too... weird for you to be doing that to me?"
Her mood got serious. "Are you saying it makes you uncomfortable?"
"Well, yeah."
"And you want me to stop?"
I nodded weakly.
Mandy became clearly upset, huffing quietly a moment. "Well- You know, I was just doing it because I thought you needed it."
"I know."
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it. You just seemed so miserable. I was careful to make sure to only do it or
talk about it when we were completely alone; of course I know that no one else can know about it. I knew that you were
nervous because it was me doing it, but you still seemed to enjoy it, I thought. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty
or embarrassed. I'm sorry I pushed it too much." She was practically crying.
She still had no concept of shame for it; she was just worried that I was worried. "Mandy, no, that's not what I meant.
You didn't do anything wrong. I didn't mean that it was your fault or something. I know you were doing it to help me.
And it has helped me."
She sniffled. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. You know that. You saw how I enjoyed it." Her face lightened just a bit. "But that's kind of the problem. Do you
understand?" She didn't.
"I mean, the first time, it freaked me out a little for my sister to be touching me, but I was just so...horny...it
didn't matter. But then when I was done, I felt really embarrassed and wrong, especially when you had to clean up. I was
always pretty embarrassed about that stuff when I was alone, and then there you were wiping it for me."
"You don't need to be embarrassed about that," Mandy said, eyes still red. "I mean, it is normal to masturbate." She
looked down. "I've never told anyone, but I do it too, sometimes. Maybe not as much as you, but enough to understand,
and to know why it made you uncomfortable to miss it."
She was so eager to try to make me feel better. I tried to push the image of her masturbating from my head. "Yeah, I was
missing it. But the thing is, while it was happening, I couldn't really think of it the same way as when I did it
myself, I was just too aware that you were there with me, and that it was your hand... and, well, especially yesterday,
you were doing so good, and I started feeling like...maybe I liked it that way."
"Oh," Mandy said, thinking. I had no idea what she'd make of my confession.
"I know that it probably doesn't really mean anything, and that nothing could happen or anything. It's just kind of weird."
"I think I get it. I understand that the situation with our...intimacy could be confusing." She looked at the floor and
ran her fingers through her hair. "So if you think we should stop, we can." She got up, and as she started to walk, I
held out my arm to stop her.
"Thank you, Mandy. For everything."
"You're welcome. You know, even though it was confusing, I knew that you were still my brother, Kenny, and that I loved
you and you loved me, and whatever happened we wouldn't hurt each other." She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the
forehead. I gave her a hug as best I could.
"So, okay, I guess that's that," I said.
"I guess so." She started to step away, but paused and turned back. "You know, you still have at least a week before you
get the bandages off. If you decide you do need...some more help...just let me know."
"Even though I said..." She just kind of nodded solemnly. "You know, Mandy, I don't think I've ever told you this, but
you're just...a really good person."
"Thank you, Kenny."
I had meant what I said when I said it, and had every intention of it ending right there. The rest of the afternoon
trudged by; I spent most of it watching crap on TV. Mom and Dad came home; I ate dinner bite by bite, watched some more
TV, and finally got helped getting ready for bed.
Friday morning hit, and more than anything, I was bored. I was so sick of watching TV, sick of day-time dramas and the
asinine talking heads on Sportscenter always trying and failing to be funny.But there was little else I could do. Except
think.
My mind wandered much of the morning, remembering in detail all three times my sister had jerked me off, remembering my
admission and how she'd reacted. And despite some effort, remembering her offer to continue.
Mandy just kept being so blasted nice to me, attending to my every need, always so sweet without even a twinge of
impatience or annoyance. All without making a single mention of what had happened or my dick itself, despite its
regular, obvious presence in my loose shorts when she was around. I knew she'd respect my request, and would never bring
it up again if I didn't.
Lunches were always uncomfortable, at least for me. Mandy would ask what I wanted and work hard to make whatever it was,
despite a lack of resources at home, and then cut it up and feed to me, bite by bite. I always felt so bad for her, and
for myself. I had to fill that time with something, just for distraction.
"You know, Mandy, you're a terrible liar."
"What?" She looked concerned, not used to being called a liar, even a bad one.
"Wednesday night, when you told Mom and Dad about my shower."
"Oh. Yeah, that was pretty hard." After helping me take a shower, and jerking me off in the process, she'd been worried
about covering. Not long after they'd gotten home, she'd simply gone up to them and blurted out that she'd help me take
a shower, but that she only set stuff up and hadn't seen anything, and that I hadn't used any soap because I couldn't
use my hands.
"I hadn't been worried about them suspecting anything until you started talking."
"Sorry. I'm not used to lying, I guess I kind of panicked."
We laughed. "Well, a hint for next time: if you're trying to hide something, don't just blurt out every detail you've
come up with right out the gate. Don't say anything until they ask first. Especially for you, since they're not going to
suspect you of anything."
"I just don't like lying. It's uncomfortable."
"I know. You know, I'm not sure I can even remember the last time I heard you lying. We were probably real little."
"Yeah, probably so." It obviously still pained her that she'd done it.
"You okay with it, Mandy?"
"Yeah." She ran her finger around the edge of the plate my food was on. "I used to think that there was never any reason
to lie, that it was always best to tell the truth. But this was a special case."
I felt bad again for putting her in the position in the first place. "I'm sorry; I should have covered that myself."
"No, it's okay. I think it's kind of silly now. There are some things that should be kept private, regardless of the
situation. There's other stuff I keep private, too, that's no one's business unless I for some reason want them to know,
and it's okay to keep that to myself." I thought of how she'd just told me that she masturbates. "I guess it's okay to
hide some things as long as you have a good reason and aren't hurting anyone."
"Exactly. But only if you can pull it off."
She laughed. "I know." She stuck my next bite in my mouth.
After lunch, I went back to the TV and Mandy followed, both of us feeling a little playful. "Mind if I join you a
while?" she asked.
"Sure."
She picked up the remote to channel surf for me. "Oo, can we watch this?" she said, picking something she knew I
wouldn't like.
"Yeah, that's fine."
"How was my lunch?"
"It was good."
"Are you sure? Or are you lying?"
I smirked. "I don't know. Maybe some things are best left private."
"Now I definitely know you're lying. Do you need anything else?"
"Not right now, thanks."
"Hmm. Are you sure? And not lying again? I think there is something else you need."
I glanced downward, noticing how obvious my bulge was, and felt my heart rate jump up. "What's that?"
"I don't think you really want to watch this show." She giggled.
"Ah. Yeah, I guess not."
She started channel surfing again, and I felt a pang of disappointment. I had thought she was going a different way with
that. No, it was more than that. I had hoped she was. I had wanted her to suggest it, even if I decided to turn her down.
I did want it. Damn it, it was going to be at least a week before I had the bandages off. I stared out the window at the
bright summer's day. The trees were all green, blowing in a gentle breeze, and the only sounds were distant children. It
was another of those great summer days, home alone without anyone there but Mandy.
Mandy, sitting on the couch, trying to help me find a channel to watch, leaning forward, focused. Focused on helping me.
She had become so pretty, her slender arms and small hands holding out to grasp that remote control.
"See anything you like?" she asked idly.
"Uh, no. There's nothing on. Just turn it off."
She looked over to me. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I'll just relax here a while."
"Okay." She put the remote down, but stayed put, and we both just sat in a comfortable silence for a minute.
My dick was so hard it ached. It was Friday; if I couldn't find the courage now, I'd have to wait three more days.
"Hey Mandy?" She looked over at me, face completely open, saying nothing but simply waiting to hear what I said. "I've
been thinking about what you said yesterday, and I was wondering..."
She either didn't see where I was going with it, or simply wanted to hear me say it, and said nothing. "...if maybe you
would...touch me again?"
The awkward silence that followed my question soon gave way to a soft smile. "I mean, if it's not...too much trouble..."
"It wouldn't be too weird for you?" From anyone else, that would probably have been meant sarcastically, but not Mandy.
"I think I can handle it now. Unless it's weird for you. I would totally understand if it would be too uncomfortable to
you knowing I couldn't make it, you know, more impersonal."
"It's okay, I'll do it." She came beside me and put her hand on my shoulder. "It helps you relax. And it, uh, it's okay
if you are thinking about me, it doesn't bother me. I understand it. You don't have to pretend it's not me."
I was so grateful I felt embarrassed, and couldn't even say the thank you I wanted to. "So, how do you want to...?"
"Well, get up so we can get you undressed."
Soon I was once again naked in the chair, with Mandy squatting down to the side. Instead of closing my eyes, this time I
watched as her fingers ran gently across my dick. After a minute my eyes drifted up her arm to her face. Her attention
was wholely on my dick, focused completely on her current task of figuring out the puzzle of how best to touch it.
She glanced up at me, and our eyes met. She smiled with a shy laugh and looked away.
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to stare."
"It's okay. You can look at me if it...helps," she said with a little giggle. I tried not to for a moment, but my
interest won out over my sense of modesty. She continued touching me, though now obviously self-conscious about being
watched.
Pausing a second, Mandy switched from squatting down to kneeling, rocking the chair as she shifted. "Are you comfortable
there?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm okay."
"You sure? It's kind of hard to kneel on that carpet."
"Yeah, it was just getting hard to squat there. Maybe we should move?"
"Sure. Where do you think would be good?"
"Hmm. Also, it'd be nice if I didn't have to stretch my arm out so much."
"Couch? Bed?"
"Yeah, let's go to your bed. In here I keep worrying we'll get stuff on the chair or something."
I nodded. "Yeah, that's probably wise." In Mandy's hand, I'd certainly been shooting off more than normal.
"Okay. Go ahead, I'll be there in just a second," she said, running out. I went into my room and climbed onto my bed,
still naked, sitting up cross-legged.
Mandy walked in with a different shirt on. It was one she'd gotten a year ago, a tank-top that I'd always thought
surprisingly low cut for Mandy's style. In fact, she'd ended up not wearing it much, almost certainly for that reason.
"What should I do?" she asked.
"You can go ahead and start..." I found it too difficult to say 'stroking it' to her, and tried to think of a euphemism.
Regardless, she took my meaning, adjusting my foreskin and starting to stroke as I'd had her do before.
"Mmm." I breathed out and relaxed my body, wanting to make sure she knew I was enjoying it.
"Would you like it if I used both hands?" she asked, wrapping her left hand around my dick below her right.
"That's nice," I said. Her pace slowed down with two hands, though, and her left thumb squeezed just a little too hard.
"Could you touch my balls again?"
Pausing, she moved her left hand off and fondled my scrotum. I breathed out again. Adjusting the grip of her right hand,
she started stroking again.
Relaxing, I started leaning back, planning to prop myself up on my arms but finding it difficult without putting
pressure on my hands or hurting my wrists. After several awkward moments, Mandy interceded. "Here, lay down," she said,
putting one hand on my stomach and the other at my side, easing me down. It was too much of a stretch to keep my legs
crossed, and Mandy helped me move each one straight out on either side of her.
She moved her hands back onto my dick and balls and started again. "There. How's that?"
"That feels really good, Mandy." I relaxed down into the bed as she jerked me, and realized something else: despite my
earlier concerns, or maybe in part because of them, I found it really hot saying my sister's name. I gave it another
try. "Squeeze my balls a little, Mandy."
Even as she cupped my balls in her hand, to gentle to really squeeze them, I worried I'd pushed it a little too far. I
opened my eyes and looked up at her, but saw no hint of discomfort, only her kind focus, followed by her soft smile when
she saw me.
Leaning in with both hands in this unique shirt gave me what I was sure was my first ever site of Mandy's cleavage. She
had modest breasts, but ample enough to give a soft line out from her chest. In that moment, she seemed more curvy and
feminine than I'd ever seen her.
"Oh yeah, Mandy, don't stop." I alternated closing my eyes and peeking at my sister, increasing her paced as she sensed
me. "Oh, you're so good to me, Mandy-" My voice gave out on the last syllable as I started to cum.
I opened my eyes, wanting to watch this time. The first two spurts fell out, landing near my belly button, but the third
fired long. Mandy had my dick angled down away from her a bit, and kept jerking fast. It whipped across my left
shoulder, some going wide onto the bed. The next two followed similar paths.
I contorted some, my stomach crunching and lifting my head off the bed a little, making it twitch around a little. My
legs wanted to tighten and I let them, wrapping them around Mandy with the knees coming up and letting my feet press
against her butt, even letting the sides push under a little.
As my cum lost power Mandy slowed, and it started pushing out, sliding down my dick across her fingers and finally, some
falling on my stomach. As I ran down, she kept going, stroking with gentle squeezes until white stopped coming out of
the tip.
I melted back into the bed, relaxed enough to be sleeping. Mandy just sat there a minute letting me do my thing, still
gently holding my dick and balls in her hands as though easing them to rest with me.
"How was that?" she asked, slowly releasing me. It was probably the first question she'd asked that day where she was
already confident of the answer.
I opened my eyes and raised my head up just enough to see her small smile. "Can you do it again just like that tomorrow?"
The next week flew by much too quickly. Mandy jerked me off nearly every day after that. We even squeezed one in
Saturday night when Mom and Dad went out.
The next Friday, Mom took off for the morning and we went into the doctor and got the all clear to lose the bandages.
"So how are they feeling?" Mandy asked after lunch, after Mom left for work.
"Doing better. Still look red as hell, but no more blisters and the skin is mostly back."
"Good. I guess it's nice to have your hands back?"
"Oh yeah. I can eat food myself, get dressed, use a remote control. It's great. Hey look, thanks for all your help, though."
"Mom remind you to say that?"
"Well, yeah, but it doesn't mean I don't mean it. Besides, there's a big part she doesn't know about."
"I guess it'll be nice to be able to do that on your own again, too."
"Well, of course," I said a little too enthusiastically. I didn't want her to know how much I'd miss her help in that
regard, and it was better to just put it behind us, before I got any more confused. I'd already pushed it farther than I
should have. "Really, though, thanks for everything. I don't think I could've made through three weeks without you."
"I was happy to help."
Our eyes met a moment, and we stared at each other silently.
I broke it. "Well, I think I'm going to play a video game."
"Good idea. Want anything to drink?"
"You don't have to get my drinks anymore, you know."
"I know, but I don't mind. You should still probably rest and keep drinking plenty of fluids for a while."
"Yes, Mandy, I know."
I started up a game while she stepped out. She came back and put a drink next to me, sitting on the couch. After a
minute, I put the controller down and shook my hands. She gave me a concerned look.
"They're still a little tender."
"Oh, I'm sorry. How bad?"
"Mostly on the palms. The fingers are doing okay, but right here across the big thumb muscles it hurts."
"Well you should definitely take it easy on your hands, at least until that feels better."
"Does that mean you're going to keep helping me for a bit?"
"Sure, of course." She smiled. "Why? Do you need something?"
"Well, maybe. It probably would be better to not overuse my hands this week. So, if you don't mind too much..."
She gave an embarrassed little giggle, and then smiled at me. "Now, later this afternoon, or both?"
I had the nicest sister in the world.
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