Chapter 6

I stayed at my boyfriend’s house that night but woke up early, feeling strangely anxious.

What if my brother is ready to cum, and I’m not there to help him? A glance at the clock told me it was only just 6am, but I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep - not when my brother’s pleasure was at risk. Rather than waking my boyfriend up, I left a note and called a cab - less than half an hour later, I was home, and could breathe a sigh of relief: my brother was still asleep. I hadn’t missed my chance.

A smile slowly spread across my face - he had woken me up the other day. What if I returned the favor?

Quickly peeking into the hallway to make sure that our parents weren’t up, I slipped my shirt and jeans off and pointed my already-hard nipples at my brother. I wanted to make sure that the first thing he saw when he woke up was my tits - they existed to get men off, and I was going to get my brother off if it killed me.

When I was younger, I would sometimes crawl into my brother’s bed after a bad dream, and I couldn’t help but smile with nostalgia as I found myself doing the same thing now, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. I was tempted to just lie my head on his chest like I’d done so many times in the past, but I’d come here for a reason: I had a job to do.

Reaching beneath the blanket, I was delighted to discover that my brother slept naked - delighted just because of how much easier it made my job, of course. I found his cock, and without hesitation, began slowly pumping it, up and down and up and down. I angled myself carefully, so that his first waking sight would be my naked torso, dedicated to pleasuring him, dedicated to getting him off ... He stirred, but didn’t wake up. A part of me was tempted to crawl under the blanket and start blowing him, but I knew that would be crossing a line. I couldn’t blow my brother ... even if it would help him with his problem. No, it would be ... wrong. I could never do that.

Not unless things got desperate.

After a few minutes of me slowly pumping his hard cock with my tiny hand, he woke up, and blearily looked at me. To my disappointment, his attention didn’t go straight to my tits, but he stared at my face, confused.

“Hannah?”

“Good morning,” I said with a smile, bringing my hand up and licking it before resuming my efforts. More than anything, I wanted to help my brother cum. “I thought I’d wake you up with a little surprise...”

“Hmmm,” he said, and my heart sank. He glanced down at my tits, but he wasn’t smiling. He almost looked ... annoyed.

Oh, god. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d sneaked into my own brother’s bed and started touching him without asking. I was jerking my own brother off - he must have thought I was a total freak!

I let go of his cock like it was a burning coal, and my panic must have been obvious, because a look of concern immediately appeared on his face.

“Oh Jesus, bro,” I stammered. “I’m so sorry ... I thought ... I was...”

My eyes began to fill with tears, and my brother pulled me to him for comfort.

“Hannah ... Hannah, it’s okay...”

He began to soothingly stroke my hair, and - I hate to admit - I started to sob. I’d thought I was doing him a favor, but really I was just being sick. I was sick, I was sick - in that moment he must have hated me almost as much as I hated myself.

“Hannah, it’s fine! I swear, I’m not mad.”

I barely heard his words as I began to sob, until he shifted slightly, and I felt his erection press against my leg. Suddenly I froze, and my tears subsided.

“Hannah, listen to me ... it’s okay. You did the right thing.”

I scoffed, but before I could say anything more, he continued.

“You did a great job, sweetie - you did so good. You’re so helpful, and so relaxing - you’re such a great little sister. Not many little sisters would do this kind of thing for their big brother.”

Well, he was right about that.

“You’re so good at helping ... your little hands feel so good.”

I took a deep breath. His hand was still softly stroking my hair, rhythmically going from top to bottom, reminding me of something I couldn’t place.

“Your hands feel so good - they’re so good. You’re so good at helping me. Do you want to keep on helping me?”

It felt like he’d only been talking for a few seconds, but it must have been longer, because my eyes were dry and my tears had disappeared. I nodded in response, and glanced down as he moved the blanket to reveal his cock. It was still hard, sitting right next to my leg, and I immediately moved my hand down as instructed to grab hold of it, and slowly begin stroking it again.

Up and down. Up and down. He stroked my hair in the same rhythm as I stroked his cock, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it - this was the first time I’d actually seen my hand on his cock, I realized, and the sight was mesmerizing.

My hand was so little in comparison to his beautiful cock. Up and down, up and down. Stroke, stroke, stroke.

My brother kept on talking and I kept on stroking, and I lost track of how much time had passed before I tuned back into what he was saying.

“I wasn’t mad this morning, sis, I was just ... disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”

It was the first thing I’d said since I started crying, and my voice had a slight croak to it.

“I mean, I know you try, but it’s sort of a fantasy of mine, to be woken up by someone stroking my cock...”

Fantasy. My brother’s fantasy. Stroke, stroke. Stroking his cock.

“I was just disappointed, because ... well, in the fantasy, the girl is always wearing lingerie. You know, a sexy bra, black lacy panties.”

Without even thinking about it, I glanced down to my own panties. They were blue, with a little ribbon at the top. They were cute, but I had to admit - they were hardly sexy.

Of course, they weren’t meant to be sexy. They were panties! I wasn’t going to change my wardrobe, especially for someone else’s fantasy. I looked up to give my brother a piece of my mind, but as soon as I made eye contact, he gestured down to his cock.

My hand had stopped stroking, but my brother’s hadn’t. I found myself immediately matching his rhythm, stroking his cock as he stroked my hair.

God he had a beautiful cock. I loved watching his foreskin as it slipped over the head of his cock. I was doing that. I was in control.

Control ... My glare faded, and a smile returned to my face as I enjoyed the sight of my brother’s cock. God I hoped I could help him. I loved trying to help my brother. Helping my brother cum - it was so important. So important.

Stroke, stroke. Up and down and up and down.

I started to feel a little bad about my panties. I mean, if I really wanted to help my brother out, the least I could do was put a little effort in, right? And beside, what kind of girl didn’t like wearing sexy panties?

Sexy panties, sexy bra. Sexy. I could be sexy. Hell, if I was going to help my brother get over his problem, I had to be sexy. I had to help him forget that it was his own little sister jerk him off, and what better way to do that than by being as sexy as possible?

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.

I was already pretty sexy, I had to admit. My tits look great no matter what, and my butt looks great in the panties I own. I bet it would look even better in sexy panties - a thong, or a G-string ... For the next few minutes, I lost track of the time again as I pictured myself in all kinds of sexy outfits. Panties, stockings, garters, panti-hose ... push-up bras, lacy bras, half-cup bras. God, I felt so sexy just thinking about it. No wonder this was a fantasy of my brother’s - every woman looks better in sexy lingerie.

I suddenly realized my brother was talking again.

“And so I think if it was just like my fantasy, I might be able to cum... *

“Of course,” I replied immediately. “You know I’m here to help, right?”

“Thanks, sis,” he said with a smile. “You’re the best.”

I stroked him for another few minutes, but it was obvious that nothing was going to happen.

That’s my fault, I couldn’t help thinking. My fault for not dressing sexy... As I left his room, listening carefully for the sound of my parents, I looked back at my poor brother, unable to cum with other people in the room, and I swore to myself that it would never happen again.

Never again was I going to strip for my brother without wearing something sexy underneath.

The next day, I went lingerie shopping with my boyfriend.