A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2) - Sex Stories

A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2)

... but I do it too, sometimes. Maybe not as much as you, but enough to understand, and to know why it made you uncomfortable to miss it.&#034 She was so eager to try to make me feel better. I tried to push the image of her masturbating from my head. &#034Yeah, I was missing it. But the thing is, while it was happening, I couldn't really think of it the same way as when I did it myself, I was just too aware that you were there with me, and that it was your hand... and, well, especially yesterday, you were doing so good, and I started feeling like...maybe I liked it that way.&#034 &#034Oh,&#034 Mandy said, thinking. I had no idea what she'd make of my confession. &#034I know that it probably doesn't really mean anything, and that nothing could happen or anything. It's just kind of weird.&#034 &#034I think I get it. I understand that the situation with our...intimacy could be confusing.&#034 She looked at the floor and ran her fingers through her hair. &#034So if you think we should stop, we can.&#034 She got up, and as she started to walk, I held out my arm to stop her. &#034Thank you, Mandy. For everything.&#034 &#034You're welcome. You know, even though it was confusing, I knew that you were still my b*****r, Kenny, and that I loved you and you loved me, and whatever happened we wouldn't hurt each other.&#034 She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I gave her a hug as best I could. &#034So, okay, I guess that's that,&#034 I said. &#034I guess so.&#034 She started ...

... to step away, but paused and turned back. &#034You know, you still have at least a week before you get the bandages off. If you decide you do need...some more help...just let me know.&#034 &#034Even though I said...&#034 She just kind of nodded solemnly. &#034You know, Mandy, I don't think I've ever told you this, but you're just...a really good person.&#034 &#034Thank you, Kenny.&#034 I had meant what I said when I said it, and had every intention of it ending right there. The rest of the afternoon trudged by; I spent most of it watching crap on TV. Mom and Dad came home; I ate dinner bite by bite, watched some more TV, and finally got helped getting ready for bed. Friday morning hit, and more than anything, I was bored. I was so sick of watching TV, sick of day-time dramas and the asinine talking heads on Sportscenter always trying and failing to be funny.But there was little else I could do. Except think. My mind wandered much of the morning, remembering in detail all three times my s****r had jerked me off, remembering my admission and how she'd reacted. And despite some effort, remembering her offer to continue. Mandy just kept being so blasted nice to me, attending to my every need, always so sweet without even a twinge of impatience or annoyance. All without making a single mention of what had happened or my dick itself, despite its regular, obvious presence in my loose shorts when she was around. I knew she'd respect my request, and would never bring it up again if I ...