Giselle

A short story with femdom elements. Again, a shout-out to annabellebrito for editing and adding details and ideas that really make the story flow work.

"Are we there yet?" Sandra's voice was exaggeratedly annoying. It mimicked the tone that both of us had used as children, pestering our parents during longer road trips.

I scowled from behind the steering wheel. "Yes, we are almost there" in an equally exaggerated, but tired tone.

My sister Sandra and I were on our way to the wedding of a cousin of ours. We were both in between girlfriends and had decided to go together. Sandra needed someone to drive her, and we were both looking forward to some brother-and-sister bonding time. We always got along quite well but since moving to different cities, it had become difficult to spend time together.

"Are we theeeeeere yet?"

"No, it is still very far away!" I tried to sound angry but failed. I was obviously not our dad.

We both burst out laughing. It was in fact only fifteen minutes to the hotel where we had booked a twin room, in our parental name. At the front desk, she clung to my arm when we checked in. They returned our passports folded together.

Sandra squeezed my arm in a gesture that she had succeeded in convincing them that we were husband and wife.

"There's no need for that deception, you know that, right?" I pushed the button for the right floor in the elevator. "These days nobody cares if a man and a woman checking in are married or not."

"I know. I just got a kick out of it! Besides, they treat married couples better." We found our room and entered.

I continued the joke. "Which bed do you want, my dear wife?"

"You take the bed near the window; I'll take the one near the bathroom." she decided, and we went on to unpack. "I'm going to take a shower. Then let's go get dinner."

"A shower, that's a good idea, I could use one!"

"Yes, you could!" she jokingly squeezed her nose. "Yuck!"

I turned away from her to allow her a bit of privacy while she changed into her bathrobe. I waited for her to go into the bathroom before changing into my own bathrobe.

It took a while for her to come back out. "Your turn, I'll get changed and wait for you in the lobby."

After I got dressed, I went down to the lobby to meet up with Sandra again and went out to look for a place to eat, which was easy enough since the hotel was in the middle of a street with plenty of choices of restaurants. We were both hungry from the trip and picked the first one we came across.

During dinner, we talked about childhood memories, trying to top one another with embarrassing stories.

"Ah, remember when you dated Stephanie in high school?"

"Stop it! Yes, I remember." I buried my face in my hands.

"You thought you were going to get lucky, and mom barged into your room to tell you to be careful and that there were condoms in the bathroom cabinet."

I rolled my eyes trying to suppress that memory. "Damn, yes. Better birth control than being walked in on by your mom cannot exist! It completely killed the mood". My face turned red, reliving the embarrassment.

Sandra took a sip of her wine. "Well, don't eat yourself up about it: it turned out she was more into girls anyway!"

"What? What do you mean?" I could not believe wat she was suggesting.

Sandra looked down at her food and smiled.

"Wait... no... did you...?" I was just now figuring out how Sandra would have known that about Stephanie.

"Yeah, we hooked up, it was about six months after you broke up with her though." Sandra was now the one to look embarrassed.

"But that was before you dated Nick, or even Michael! Long before you even came out to us!"

Sandra was looking down again, now avoiding eye contact. "She was my first... in more ways than one."

"What?"

"I already knew then that I liked girls, but boys are fun too and a little less emotional," she smiled. "I thought I just needed to grow in to loving them."

I smirked at her. "Yeah, guys aren't such Drama Queens."

"Shut up! You guys are Drama Queens too!" Sandra reached over the table and playfully punched my shoulder. "Well, if it means anything... boys do have something that girls don't." She winked.

I almost spat out my wine; did my sister just say what I thought she said?

"I just don't fall in love with who it is attached to!" She continued. "Stephanie said the same to me." Sandra saw my face turn red and smiled. "Yes, we talked about your... you know..." She made a nodding gesture towards my groin.

Realizing what she was talking about, I began to stammer. "You didn't! No... what? I mean what did you talk about?"

"Oh, you ought to know by now that girls talk... a lot... about, you know... stuff!"

I was surprised at the revelation of my first real girlfriend had not only hooked up with my sister, but also shared some very intimate things with her. I could tell by Sandra's expression that she realized that.

"Don't worry; she was quite complimentary about your uh, equipment. Haha, I told her it got plenty of practice!"

"What do you mean?"

"OK, you are a typical guy, so don't play innocent with me now, I told her that... you pleasured yourself... masturbated a lot, ok?"

"You didn't! How could you?"

"It's ok, it's perfectly natural."

"But you told her I did it a lot? It wasn't that much -" I paused trying to remain cool. "- I mean... how would you know that anyway?" I started to become defensive.

"Come on, our rooms were divided by only a paper-thin wall! I constantly heard your bed squeaking; I heard you go at it at least four or five times a week!"

I had to look away in embarrassment. Luckily the ambient noise in the restaurant was loud enough for other guests not to overhear our conversation.

"Like I said, 'it's natural, you are a guy and have needs."

The next course was served, and Sandra steered our conversation back to more suitable topics. "Hmm, this salmon is cooked just right! How is your chicken?"

"Very tender, hmm. Pass me the French fries please."

"Do you still masturbate that much?"

"Gulp!" I nearly choked on my chicken. "Well, uh, not as much as when I was a teenager, but now that I'm not seeing anyone." I tried to avoid answering the question.

"When was the last time?" Clearly, she wasn't fooled by my non-answer.

"About four weeks ago!" My voice was louder than before. "I figured I was doing it too much, so I decided to abstain for a month, just to clear my head."

"Wow, good for you! Is it hard? Difficult! I mean, is it difficult?"

I became cheekier. "Haha, both, I guess, I mean, it doesn't really get rid of... intrusive thoughts, if you know what I mean. They may even have gotten worse!"

"Ah, poor horny brother. At least tomorrow is the last day of the month, so you can...". Sandra didn't finish the sentence but made a jerking motion with her hand. Suddenly her eyes grew large. "...Wait, we are still sharing a hotel room tomorrow night! Ewww!"

The rest of the evening was spent talking about much safer topics; it looked like she had weirded herself out with her own conversation. I was happy with that, because it had made me feel quite uncomfortable.

Later that night we joined some of the other wedding guests in a bar. The topic no longer came up.

I went back to the hotel a bit earlier because I was tired. I went to bed right away. I usually sleep in the nude, but modesty made me keep on my boxershorts on this occasion. Within minutes I was out cold and I never heard Sandra come into the room.

When I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, she had apparently come in since she was fast asleep in her bed. Unfortunately, my drowsy clumsiness made me splash my boxers when I washed my hands. I decided to take them off and sort it out in the morning while Sandra was in the shower. While Sandra was sleeping peacefully, I walked back to my bed quietly and naked, and got back in bed pulling the sheets over me.

"BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!" Sandra's alarm clock went off, waking both of us up.

I pulled the covers over my head to muffle the noise. "Ahhh...shut that thing off!"

Sandra turned it off, but I didn't hear her get out of bed.

I pulled down the covers to show my face. "Hey, why don't you go take a shower, I'll go after you."

"No, you can go first; let me snooze for a bit." Sandra's voice sounded groggy. I couldn't do that of course; I was naked, and on top of that, had woken up with a raging boner.

"No, I insist; ladies first!" I tried to solve the predicament I was in.

"Who are you calling a lady? If you're such a gentleman, you'll go first and let me lie in for a few minutes." She suddenly reached over, grabbed the cover from my bed and completely exposed me!

Sandra first stared at me. "Oh, oops. Sorry about that, I didn't realize you, uh -" she then looked away.

I did not try to cover myself, even though I was still naked.

"- had morning wood?" I finished her question with a sarcastic tone.

I realized she was now embarrassed with the situation and decided it was time for payback for the discomfort she had made me feel during dinner the previous night; so, instead of covering up my cock, I held it up for display. I even wiggled it to show her how rigid it was. "I have, as a matter of fact, quite frequently over the last weeks. I wasn't lying when I said it was both hard and difficult!"

Sandra slowly turned to look my way again. "Sorry, I didn't realize... I think I understand why you needed me to shower first."

I smiled, thinking she was now as uncomfortable as I had been last night. "Yes, if you had just gotten up and taken that shower, we wouldn't be here." I gave my cock a couple of slow strokes, just to add to her embarrassment.

"Maybe so, but I didn't! So here we are. I'm in my bed, you are lying there with an erection that you can't do anything about and that is not my fault!". She was talking back control. "What caused it anyway? Did you have a sexual dream?"

"I don't remember what I dreamt about; I just woke up with a boner."

"Looks like you are overdue for a release; I bet that thing of yours is going to explode when you end your silly challenge, don't you think?"

I lowered my chin and felt the redness of shame come on my cheeks. "I guess."

"Nonono, I want a proper answer." Sandra now sat up straight in bed, giving her a good view of me, lying on my bed with my dick pointing to the ceiling. "Are you going to have a big ejaculation?"

My plan to embarrass my sister had horribly backfired. "Yeah, I mean yes, when I abstain for a while, I usually produce a larger volume."

"And are you a shooter or a drizzler?"

"Uh, I'm a shooter." I was now completely resigned to the fact that my sister had taken control of the conversation.

"Interesting... Now go ahead and take a shower and take care of your other er... problem!" she looked down. "Oh no, you can't, can you?"

I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Ha-ha."

I stood up and walked to the bathroom, still naked with my hard cock bouncing in front of me. I made my way around my sister's bed, with her gaze following me every step. It felt like a walk of shame that ended when I locked the door behind me.

Unfortunately, the shower didn't help to reduce my state of arousal. What was worse, I had forgotten to bring my clothes with me, so I had to walk back naked or with my towel around me. I decided against the towel; my sister had already seen everything and would probably ridicule me even more for trying to cover up.

Sandra said nothing when I came out of the bathroom and started to get dressed; instead, she followed me with her eyes and watched me put on my pants. She then got up, grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. "See you downstairs at breakfast."

Breakfast was served buffet style. I got some coffee and a newspaper and waited for Sandra to join me.

The subject of my masturbation and my self-imposed abstinence no longer came up. Instead, we went over the plans for the day, which were focused on the wedding ceremony and reception.

It was a beautiful ceremony, and the reception was well organized and well catered. Even the obligatory speeches were witty and enjoyable. It was almost a shame it ended at 22:00 when the happy couple were sent off by all the guests. Sandra and I walked back to the hotel, where we went to the bar for a nightcap. There were a handful of other hotel guests doing the same.

"So, is it thick or watery?"

"What?"

"Your semen, dummy. Is your semen thick or watery?" She was apparently planning to milk the topic for what it's worth.

"Really?"

"C'mon, I'm curious..."

"Uhm, quite thick, usually, especially when I have saved up, so to speak." Uncomfortable as I was discussing this subject in public, I was unable to resist complying with an answer. I looked around and saw that, luckily, nobody had overheard the conversation.

Sandra was not concerned about that. "And what does it taste like?" She assumed, correctly, that I had tasted my own cum.

When I did not immediately give her an answer, she pressed on. "Really, like you haven't tasted your own sperm?"

"That's gross!" I tried to sound believable.

"C'mon..." Sandra looked at me knowing the hidden truth.

"All right. Salty, a bit sweet, also nutty, maybe?"

"'Maybe?' You're asking

me

? Don't ask

me

what your sperm tastes like! Also, nutty! Of all the flavors! Haha!" Her loud laughter caught the attention of some of the patrons. "It's almost eleven o'clock. Your silly promise lasts only for an hour. Do you want to go up and take care of yourself? I'll wait until after midnight for you to finish. Twelve-o-three sounds alright to you?" She laughed again.

"OK"

I finished my drink and went up to the hotel room. It was weird knowing that my sister knew I was about to masturbate. Nevertheless, the prospect of finally getting to cum after a month of abstinence took over. I undressed, lay down on my bed and began slowly stroking myself, intending to take my time. Alternating between furiously jerking my cock and resting I began to pass the time remaining until midnight. I hoped I could last.

During one of the resting episodes, I heard voices outside the room. I had heard that before, but those voices passed and went away.

"Click." My heart skipped a beat. I looked at the alarm clock which read 23:14. I didn't expect my sister for almost an hour. Nevertheless, the door swung open too quickly for me to be able to cover myself in time.

The lady walked in as if the room was hers. She was wearing black lacquer stiletto heels, fishnet stockings and a gray, well fitted skirt suit that hugged all her feminine curves, and a pink shirt that opened to a deep cleavage. She wore her dark hair in a bun that showed off her expensive jeweled earrings.

She had entered the room before Sandra, walked towards me without waiting for her and smiled at me. "Hello."

I felt very self-conscious about my naked state and my voice was reduced to a mutter. "Uh, hi."

"My name is Giselle. Your wife tells me you are going to masturbate tonight. Don't be shy, she told me everything. I'm pleased to meet you."

I half got up and reached out to shake Giselle's hand, "Pleased to meet you." Ignoring my outstretched hand, she walked past me. I noticed her perfume; it was subtle but intoxicating, smelling of wildflowers and vanilla.

Giselle sat down in the chair near my bed. "First, stand up in front of me; I want to see all of you."

I withdrew my hand and did as she said, got up and stood before her, my arms to the side, slightly away from my body.

"Good, now turn around." She made a twirling motion with her finger.

I complied and turned around 360 degrees. I saw that, behind me, Sandra had kicked off her shoes and was now sitting cross-legged on her bed.

"How do you usually do it?". The directness of her question matched her businesslike appearance.

"Well, uh, I usually hold it with my hand and make an up and down motion."

"Show us."

I hesitantly grabbed the shaft of my cock and slowly began to jerk off. Giselle leaned in to get a closer look. She made the same twirling motion again and I turned around again, this time while stroking my cock.

When I faced her again, she raised her hand. "Stop!"

I let go of my cock and let my hand fall to my side.

Without warning, Giselle grabbed my dick and copied the motion I had been making. "Like this?"

I was tantalized by her motions, and the fact that this woman, whom, until a minute ago, I had not even met, was now expertly stroking my cock. "Yes, oh yes!"

Giselle had not only managed to precisely match the length and rhythm of my own strokes, but also the tightness of my grip. The room was silent except for the chafing sound that her clothes made. She went on for about a minute when suddenly she stopped. She still held my cock but was no longer moving her hand. "I seem to be doing all the work here. That's not right. You are the one supposed to be masturbating". She let go and placed her hand on the armrest. "Lie down and do it yourself!"

I lay down on my bed and continued where Giselle left off. With the back of my head resting on the mattress, I closed my eyes. I was still acutely aware that I was being observed by the two women.

"Now turn around on your stomach." Giselle did not need to raise her voice to be commanding. "Then grab yourself."

I turned around to a prone position, pressing my erection between the soft bed and my stomach. Reaching below me I wrapped my fingers around my cock.

"Now fuck! Fuck yourself! Fuck your hand!"

I started rocking my hips, thrusting my cock into the tube formed by my fingers. I have been told that I have a nice ass, but this must have looked ridiculous from where Sandra and Giselle were watching. I expected either of them to make a remark about it, but all I heard was the creaking of the bed that I was causing.

Giselle hummed in approval. "Mmmm..."

I then felt her hand on my bum, caressing it.

Caught between the softness of the bed and the softness of Giselle's hand, I couldn't suppress a moan. "Ahhh... aahh..."

"That's enough. stand up again! Stand between the beds and go on pleasuring yourself." Giselle also stood up and positioned herself between the foot ends of the beds. "Faster!" She appeared to know perfectly how far away I was from climaxing. "Faster!"

"Ok, you can slow down now, until I get back." She went into the bathroom leaving me behind, slowly stroking my cock in front of my sister.

It seemed to take forever for Giselle to return from the bathroom. Actually masturbating in front of my sister was quite different from what had happened this morning: this was more real. Where this morning's antics were playful, perhaps even innocent, this went deeper. I was more vulnerable. As my gaze met hers, I realized she felt the same.

Giselle came out of the bathroom, straightening her skirt, one hand balled up holding something made of red cloth. She gracefully made her way to her chair and sat down. "Come here, I have something for you."

Still using the slow strokes that she had instructed me to use, I went over and stood before her. "What is it?" I looked at her hand trying to guess.

She unfolded her fingers and used both hands to hold out a red pair of lacy G-string panties.

"Well? Put that on."

Sandra looked at me. She covered her mouth with her hand but was unable to hide the smile in her eyes. She looked delighted that she was going to witness me putting on woman's underwear.

I took the G-string from her and held it in front of me. My hips would probably fit, but the triangular piece of cloth was nowhere near big enough. I stepped into it and pulled it up. After adjusting it from not going up entirely up my butt, I looked down and saw that the cloth was only big enough to cradle my balls. My shaft was prominently sticking out.