Chapter 2

The next night, after my parents went out, I wandered into the lounge-room and asked my brother if he wanted to try again.

He’d come to me a bit over a week ago with a problem - he had this weird psychological block where if there was someone else in the room, he couldn’t cum. It had been systematically ruining his relationships, and so in desperation, he’d turned to me for help - he wanted to use me as a ... a kind of therapy, I guess. A way of getting over it.

My brother had asked if he could masturbate in front of me - as his sister, it wouldn’t be a sexual thing at all, just a way of helping him get over his problem. If he could cum in front of me, then he was sure he’d be able to find a way of cumming with others.

I’d agreed to help him, of course - weird though it was, who else could he turn to?

This would be the third time we’d tried it. The first time had been a useful ice-breaker, but nothing had happened - I’d just sat there, watching his hand stroke up and down his dick for forty minutes, as he got no closer to finding release. The second time, last night ... I’d fallen asleep.

Embarrassing, huh? In my defense, it was ridiculously relaxing - that’s why he’d approached me in the first place, I realized. Masturbating for your sibling wasn’t stressful at all, it was relaxing - really relaxing, if I’m being honest.

That was partially why I’d approached him again so soon, in fact. I mean, on one hand sure, I wanted to help my brother out, but I’d also had a really stressful day, and the idea of sitting on the couch and just watching my brother jerk off was more appealing than it should have been.

Not for sexual reasons though. Just because it ... well, like I said, it was really calm. Peaceful, almost.

He said yes, and took no time in lowering his pants, pulling out his already-hard dick and starting the motion that was becoming increasingly familiar to me.

I sat on the couch opposite him and just watched as his hand wrapped around his cock, and started moving. Up and down ... up and down ... stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.

I have no idea why I found the motion so relaxing, but I did. As he continued to masturbate, he started to speak, so softly that I could barely hear him.

“Keep watching,” I think he murmured. “Don’t worry about what I’m saying ... just keep watching my hand.”

I figured that he just wanted to talk dirty. I know whenever my boyfriend and I fuck, he talks dirty just before he cums - my big brother mustn’t have wanted to become self-conscious, and so I did as he asked and tuned out his words, just letting them wash over me while I watched his hand grasping his hard dick, slowly pumping up and down and up and down. Up and down, over and over.

As I watched, my thoughts began to wander, and I started thinking about the dream that I had last night, when I’d fallen asleep in front of my masturbating brother. I’d gotten myself off in the dream, and it had been amazing - it had been fun, and sexy, and oh-so-relaxing. I always masturbate when I’m in a tense situation, I always have. It’s the world’s greatest stress reliever, and any time I’m feeling even remotely anxious or worried, I reach into my pants and masturbate.

Masturbation removes all the tension from my life - I love to masturbate. It’s hardly even a sexual thing, it’s just something that I do to make sure I’m not stressed. My brother, I’m sure, is the same way - he certainly didn’t look stressed, his cock turgid and slightly purple, his foreskin bunching up around his head, over and over.

Tense, and release. The motion repeated itself endlessly. Tense and release ... tense and release ... Tense. I was feeling a bit tense, I suddenly realized. Probably because my brother was having trouble cumming. Yes, that was it. My brother’s anguish was making me tense, and he could see it. It was making him tense, and he wasn’t going to be able to cum, not if he was too tense ... and after all, that was why we were doing this. We were in this room to help my brother. I wanted to help my brother, and I couldn’t do that if I was feeling tense.

An idea suddenly popped into my head, and I couldn’t shake it: I should masturbate. I should masturbate in front of my brother. I should masturbate while my brother jerks off in front of him. I should masturbate while watching my brother. I should get myself off while watching my brother’s cock.

I tried to dismiss the thought - of course I couldn’t masturbate in front of my brother ... but the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed.

If I masturbated in front of my brother, it would help me relax, and that would help him relax ... and if he was relaxed, he was way more likely to cum. And I was here to help my brother cum. I wanted to help my brother cum. That was my purpose ... no, that didn’t seem right. I shook my head slightly, but before I could clear my head, I mentally corrected myself.

That was the purpose of us being here. To help my brother cum. I wanted to help my brother cum, that’s why we were here.

Of course.

“Hey...” I said, continuing to stare at my brother’s hand as it pumped up and down his cock, over and over.

“Yeah, Hannah?” he replied.

“I was wondering ... oh man, this is going to sound weird.”

“No, say it,” he said. Say it. Say it, Hannah. Say it.

“I was thinking ... would it help if I masturbated as well?”

“Yes,” he said, and I felt a surge of pleasure. It would definitely help. I was helping my brother. That’s why I was here. I was here to help my brother.

“Great,” I said, as casually as I could, and slipped my hand into my already-soaked panties.

Without even meaning to, I found my rhythm matching my brother’s, and we sat there for another fifteen minutes or so, his hand stroking up and down his cock, mine rubbing up against my pussy lips and clit.

I loved helping my brother. I was here to help my brother. The purpose of these visits was to help my brother cum. I wanted my brother to cum. I wanted to do everything I could to help my brother cum. My purpose ... was to help my brother cum.

It was that thought that overcame me when I finally did cum. I hope I’m not coming across as a freak, cumming while staring at my brother’s cock - like I said, there was absolutely nothing sexual about it. It was more like a medical thing - I was there to help my brother cum, and getting myself off was just a way of showing him how relaxed I was about it.

There was nothing weird about two siblings in a room, masturbating together. It was totally fine.

At the sight of my orgasm, my brother’s cock seemed to swell up slightly, but to my disappointment, nothing came out. Looked like it had been another unsuccessful night - I offered to stay and watch for a bit longer, but he said not to worry about it, and that we could try again soon.

“Of course,” I replied. “We’ll do whatever it takes, bro.”

Our parents were home for the next few nights, so my brother and I didn’t get a chance to do anything until the end of the week. In the meantime, I’d found myself masturbating a lot more ... I wasn’t particularly horny or anything, it just really helped me relax. My life is hardly super-stressful, but every time I found myself getting even slightly tense, I’d make an excuse, slip off, and find a bathroom to get myself off in.

Like I said, it wasn’t because I was turned on - it was just a tension-reliever. And so naturally, when I did, I thought about the most relaxing sight that I could - my brother’s hand, slowly pumping up and down his cock.

It really helped, I can tell you that. Within no time, an orgasm was sweeping my body, and I was able to return to the classroom or the dinner-table or wherever I’d been, a huge smile on my face, ready to face whatever else the day brought.

So when my brother asked what I was doing that night, while my parents were out of the house, of course I said that I’d help him out. What else are little sisters for, hey?

We settled down in our usual positions on the couches, and as my brother’s underpants slid down, I felt a huge wave of relaxation spread over me. I’d already been feeling pretty good, but there was something about seeing his cock right there in the flesh that really made all my worries slip away.

Without a word, I put my own hand down my pants, and we started.

As usual, my brother started his murmuring, but I just tuned it out and focussed all my attention on that big, beautiful cock of his. Beautiful ... what a strange word to describe your sibling’s junk, hey? But as I watched, I realized that it really was beautiful. My brother has a beautiful cock. My brother has a big, beautiful cock.