Unwanted attention - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Unwanted attention - Chapter 8

... said this and it just broke my heart. “Look, it’s no big deal. Your eyes saw a barely covered girl’s body and your body just reacted, it’s normal. Your…. penis… doesn’t know the difference whether I’m your sister or just some girl on… TV for example. Right?” He just nodded but looked down again. I had to do something… “OK, just let me see what the “problem” is…” He just looked up at me wide eyed: “No way!” I smiled again: “just let me see, I won’t tell anyone, alright? I’m just going to look. Would you rather have mom come up here and ask why you are still in bed and what’s going on and all that? You know how she gets all dramatic and weird when she thinks something’s wrong with anyone…” He just sighed, realized I was right and slowly pulled the sheets down. He was wearing his PJ’s but you could clearly see a tent had formed there. I kept looking at it and he reluctantly pulled those down as well and his stiff erection just popped out. I was a bit taken back but kept my cool not wanting to make him feel worse than he already did. I knew that it would be an easy fix but he was probably not going to do it. In fact, if that would have been the case, he could have taken care of the “problem” last night or at least this morning and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I just couldn’t leave him like this, I felt bad for him, but I felt even worst knowing that it was mostly my fault. So, I slowly reached down and wrapped my hand around it in one motion. He just grabbed my wrist ...

... and said: “What are you doing? You can’t touch me there!” “Well, you’re not going to do it and I can’t leave you like this, especially since I’m the one to blame for it. Just relax and don’t think about it.” I pushed his hand away and just started moving mine on his penis. I felt really weird doing this. I had never thought about doing anything like that before, but I didn’t want him to notice, so I just played it cool. In fact I had only touched someone’s dick while being forced to do so, or blackmailed, at least this time was different. Weird, but different… It was smaller than the men I saw and was forced to touch, but much smoother, lighter in color, not as veiny and definitely didn’t smell bad. In fact it had no smell that I could distinguish… I wasn’t enjoying it or even thinking about it in that way, but I wasn’t hating what I was doing either. I guess you could say that this was an “improvement” in relation to my current situation. I started moving my hand slowly up and down and he was already fully engorged, the tip had been moistening itself all night and my hand glided on it easily. He didn’t say a word and neither did I. What would we say anyway…? I started stroking him at a steadier pace now and he just lay back his head but kept looking at my hand in total disbelief. I just looked at what I was doing, trying not to look at him. We were both embarrassed about this, I was still trying to hide it of course. I rubbed him a bit more and noticed that it might hurt a ...