A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 1) - Sex Stories

A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 1)

... something. She started with the lines across my chest, dabbing them up, then went for the thicker globs on my stomach, folding the tissues and trying to pick up the biggest parts. &#034Let me grab a few more,&#034 she said, using up the three tissues she'd brought. Every second while I waited to be dressed again seemed awkward, and when she turned back to me with the tissues, I felt the need to say something. &#034That was kind of a big one.&#034 What a stupid comment. &#034Yeah, I guess so. It'd been all week.&#034 I didn't make another attempt to ease the tension as she silently and carefully wiped up every spot of semen on me, making me even more self-conscious as scrubbed it out of my pubic hair while my dick wiggled and then carefully scanned every inch of skin around it. Noticing one last bit that had oozed from the end of my shrinking dick, she hesitated just a second before dabbing once, then twice on my tip to wipe it up. &#034I think I got it all,&#034 she said, calmly picking up all the tissues, pressing them all into one hand to hold them, careful not to really squeeze but not seeming to worry enough to try to hold them all but a clean spot. She put them in the trash can nearby then, considering another moment, leaned back down and pulled some other trash on top of them. I had shaken my shirt mostly down when she came back, and she bent down again, grabbing my shorts and putting them over my feet. &#034Why don't you stand up?&#034 She said, and I obeyed, trying ...

... to stand up a little sideways to keep my shriveled dick from being to close. She pulled my pants up, carefully raising the waist band out and over my stuff without touching it. She adjusted my shirt to get it straight, then stepped back and made sure everything was as it should be. Normally I'd roll my eyes at that level of doddering, but I just sat back down. After a moment, Mandy seemed to be satisfied that there was nothing left for her to do right then and sat down. I felt very weird about the whole thing, and stared of at the TV. It was that same damn girl, at least wearing a shirt now. I wanted to change the channel but found I couldn't speak to Mandy. So I just sat and watched, hoping to try to forget the whole thing had happened. &#034So was that okay?&#034 Mandy said. I took a deep breath, but f***ed myself not to sigh. &#034Yeah, that was...okay,&#034 I said. I didn't want to say anything in my own embarrassment that would embarrass her or make her feel bad. &#034You feel relieved?&#034 Yes, Mandy. Remember how you just relieved my cum all over me? &#034Yes, that helps,&#034 I said. &#034Okay, good. I wasn't sure how it would go because I'd never done that before.&#034 Like I couldn't guess that my goody little s****r had never given a handjob before. &#034Yeah, it was... fine,&#034 I said. &#034Thank you.&#034 Damn it, I actually thanked her. She gave a polite smile. &#034You're welcome, Kenny.&#034 So, okay. My s****r had jerked me off. My little s****r Mandy, such ...