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


    Date: 7/22/2016, Categories: First Time Masturbation Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith 

    ... pressed her body against my back and held her arms close at my sides, squeezing me for support, keeping her little hands locked in position. As I thrust into her hands as I came, she seemed to sense this time she could slow down, meeting my thrusts with even, firm pressure. The water kept spraying on us from the side, and I noticed it had gotten just a bit cooler. Totally relaxed, I just melted into my s****r's hold. She released my dick slowly, carefully opening her arms and stepping back from me. She raised her hands up to look before sticking them in the water, and I could see the fingers on both hands had glops of cum across them, where it had run down. &#034Did it get on the...yeah,&#034 she said, looking over my shoulder. There were several lines on the glass in front of my where my cum had hit and streaked down. &#034Here, let me get that,&#034 she said, nudging me to the side. She redirected the water to hit it, then used her finger to make sure each line washed off. &#034I guess we need to get the soap off now,&#034 she said, tugging my arm to pull me closer to the water. &#034Wait. First could you...pull up the foreskin. It can sting a little at the head when sprayed. Kind of sensitive.&#034 &#034Sure.&#034 She reached her hand out and, deciding where to put it, wrapped around my dick again, stroking it up a little harder than necessary to push the foreskin up. As she did, a last bit of cum squeezed out. Stopping before my foreskin closed on it, she took the thumb ...
    ... on her other hand and wiped it off the end. &#034So, do you want to take a shower or anything?&#034 &#034No, it was just a walk in the park. I'm not really dirty or anything. It's not like I was running.&#034 &#034Are you just going to watch some TV then?&#034 &#034Yeah, channel 241, please.&#034 &#034There you go. Okay, you have some water there, make sure you drink plenty.&#034 &#034I know.&#034 &#034Need anything else?&#034 &#034Nope, I'm good.&#034 &#034Okay. I'm going to be in my room making a bracelet. You know Rose, who's next door to Grandma at the nursing home? She just had a new grandbaby and I'm going to make her a bracelet with its name. So just holler if you need anything.&#034 &#034Okay.&#034 &#034In a little bit I'll make lunch, then after we eat I can change your dressings and touch your penis for you.&#034 She delivered her itinerary completely straight, as if the last item was the same as the others, and then took her perfect posture and strolled out of the room. God, it was just another item on her list of what she wanted to get done. Make lunch, check. Take out trash, check. Give my b*****r a handjob and wipe up all his cum, check. As though it wasn't something embarrassing, shameful, and potentially life-changing for both of us. Always so proper, always such a goody-goody, always doing the right thing and feeling terrible if she ever hurt someone's feelings, even on accident. But even if she did think she was doing the right, compassionate thing, how could ...
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