Heather Teaches Johnny how to "Take Care of Himself" - Sex Stories

Heather Teaches Johnny how to "Take Care of Himself"

... and because his learning disability meant that a lot of kids didn’t want to be friends with him, he relied on the relationship with Heather for support, the normal sister-brother interaction, and that special kind of friendship that had eluded him thus far with most kids his own age. He also could sense the importance of what Heather was saying. It was a deal. With that, Heather stepped out of the room for a minute, swallowed hard, and prayed for forgiveness from God for what she was about to do. “You have to listen to everything I say, or I can’t help you”, said Heather. Johnny shook his head and said “I promise, Heather. You’re the best sister ever.” With that, Heather’s heart almost melted. “Lie down Johnny” she said. Johnny lay on his back, and Heather helped him pull his underwear down. She carefully surveyed the situation, and told Johnny to close his eyes. “How will I be able to do what you are doing if my eyes are closed?” he asked. “You’ll know” said Heather. “It’s more about how it feels than how you do it.” Johnny lay back with his head on the pillow. Heather sat beside him on the bed. She slowly moved her hand toward her brother’s penis, grasping him in her hand. “That feels good” Johnny said, with as a smile formed on his small, innocent face. Heather hadn’t even done anything yet. Gently, Heather stroked her brother’s small penis with one hand. She couldn’t believe that she also stroked Johnny’s tiny balls. They were like marbles in her big hands. Wouldn’t you ...

... know it? It didn’t take long before a short, sticky stream shot out of Johnny’s dick, and onto Heather’s hand. “I don’t know what just happened, but that really felt good” said Johnny. Can you do that again?” “It doesn’t work that way”, Heather tried to explain, although she was sure she was not getting through to her brother. “After the stuff comes out, you have to wait a while before you can make it come out again.” What had happened? Heather was speechless. She had just taught her brother how to masturbate. Heather looked at her watch, and although it would be a while before their parents came home, she made Johnny pull up his pants real fast. She had a little bit of cleaning to do in his room, to make sure absolutely no evidence would be found from what happened. As she walked out of the room, Johnny looked at Heather with all of the innocence of the sweet little boy that he was. “Can I make stuff come out of you, Heather? That would be fun.” WHAT? Did little Johnny just ask if he could give his older sister a hand job? Sure, it was more innocent than that, and at first Heather thought “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” Again, she walked out of the room for a minute, and when she re-entered, against any better judgment that she could ever have, she said in the sweetest voice to her little brother, not wanting to disappoint him, “I guess.” It had been a stressful week at school, and although Heather often relieved her stress with a small vibrator that she hid carefully from her parents, or ...