A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2)
Date: 7/22/2016,
Categories:
First Time
Masturbation
Taboo
Author: brianbigdogsmith
... even she not feel a twinge of fear about the inappropriateness of something like this? I, on the other hand, was riddled with guilt. Lunch came and went, Mandy hand-feeding me bite by bite. After Mandy cleaned up, the moment I'd been dreading and anticipating happened. "Shall we take your pants off now?" "You know, you don't have to do it every day." Only the day before she had jerked my off while giving me a shower. "It seemed like you were ready again," she said. The loose athletic shorts I wore to make it possible to use the bathroom on my own made every erection obvious, at least to someone now attuned for them. "And I remember you told me once that you normally did it every day." It seemed like so long ago when I had been trying to freak Mandy out of her Ms. Goody shell a little by being overly frank about such things. "But don't you think it's kind of...gross?" "It's not that bad. When I babysit Aiden, I've had to change his diaper, and that's a little gross. But your stuff isn't as bad, it just wipes up." "Oh, thanks. So it's like changing my diaper." "Oh, no. Of course, it's very different than that." "No, but don't you think it's too... weird for you to be doing that to me?" Her mood got serious. "Are you saying it makes you uncomfortable?" "Well, yeah." "And you want me to stop?" I nodded weakly. Mandy became clearly upset, huffing quietly a moment. "Well- You know, I ...
... was just doing it because I thought you needed it." "I know." “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it. You just seemed so miserable. I was careful to make sure to only do it or talk about it when we were completely alone; of course I know that no one else can know about it. I knew that you were nervous because it was me doing it, but you still seemed to enjoy it, I thought. I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty or embarrassed. I’m sorry I pushed it too much.” She was practically crying. She still had no concept of shame for it; she was just worried that I was worried. "Mandy, no, that's not what I meant. You didn't do anything wrong. I didn't mean that it was your fault or something. I know you were doing it to help me. And it has helped me." She sniffled. "Are you sure?" "Yes. You know that. You saw how I enjoyed it." Her face lightened just a bit. "But that's kind of the problem. Do you understand?" She didn't. "I mean, the first time, it freaked me out a little for my s****r to be touching me, but I was just so...horny...it didn't matter. But then when I was done, I felt really embarrassed and wrong, especially when you had to clean up. I was always pretty embarrassed about that stuff when I was alone, and then there you were wiping it for me." "You don't need to be embarrassed about that," Mandy said, eyes still red. "I mean, it is normal to masturbate." She looked down. "I've never told anyone, ...