Jack Learns to Jerk Off - Sex Stories

Jack Learns to Jerk Off

... and asked, “What the hell is this?” “What, you've never seen a porno before?” She asked me. I nodded no. “Well, it doesn't matter. Why don't you find something to watch. I'm gonna head up to my room. Don't bother me.” She tossed me the remote. Just before I changed the channel, one of the robbers sprayed cum all over the girl's face and she screamed. I began flipping through channels, but nothing good was on, so I defaulted to Cartoon Network. It was in commercial, so I just laid back. What had I just seen? I thought. I didn't really know a lot about sex beyond sex ed at school. The thought left me as the show came on. Whatever crap it was wasn't exactly worth watching, but it kept my attention. About ten minutes went by of the mindless programming. Suddenly, the TV flicked off, and went black. I grabbed the remote and hit the power button a few times, but to no avail, so I called, “Melissa!” No reply. I called for her again, and still none, so I walked around the corner back to the hallway and, instead of taking a right into my room, I took a left to stand in front of my sister's closed door. Then I said, “Melissa?” as I opened the door. What I saw shocked me. Melissa was laying on her bed, her back arched up like a cat. She was completely naked and her hand was rubbing her cunt extremely fast as she moaned softly. I could see juices splashing every which way. I watched as two of her fingers in and out of her pussy. In my horror, I stood there for what seemed like an ...

... eternity, until she jerked up and saw me. Then she gasped and I ran out of her room, across the hall into mine. I ran over to my desk, eyes as wide as a full moon, wondering what the hell had just happened. Starting to rexlaim my memories of the last two minutes, I thought. Questions arose. What just happened? I thought to myself over and over again. What was she doing to her... vagina? Was it a girl thing? Endlessly these questions plagued me, but the most important one hung: how the hell are we going to even be able to look at each other anymore? I was motionless and speechless in my chair, staring down at my feet. I saw my sister naked, I thought. What a mess. I just spun my chair around and got immersed in another game. I needed to clear my head, but just as I had begun, a soft knock came at my door, and Melissa entered. She wore a big red t-shirt that covered her panties, but immediately her presence brought with it that sort of musty smell she had back in her room. I stared at her, which sparked more memories of whatever she had been doing, as she went and sat on my bed. “Hey...” she said. “I'm... sorry you had to see that.” “I...” I began, “It's okay.” It wasn't exactly okay. "We both know what you saw. It's nothing you should feel ashamed for." But it was. I turned away from her in my embarrassment. “I mean, masturbation is only normal and all, and I just had a bit of pent up-” “Master-what?” I asked, cutting her off. I turned around sharply in my chair. She looked at me in ...