The following story is complete fiction.
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PART 1
Lying on his bed holding his phone with his left hand and his cock with his right, Ben Watson was startled when his nineteen year old sister Sara barged into his room without knocking. With a dramatic sigh she spun around and dropped on her back at the foot of his bed, then stared straight up at the ceiling.
"What the fuck?" Ben grumbled, thankful that he had pulled the thin blanket over himself after getting a cold chill just moments earlier. "You forget how to knock?"
"I'm so bored!" Sara said, staring up at the ceiling.
"And how is that my problem?" Ben asked, swiping out of the porn story he had been reading before the interruption.
"I want you to do something with me," Sara replied as she turned her head to look at her older brother.
"Like what?" Ben asked.
"I don't know. Play with me," Sara said, making a silly face.
"What are you, six years old?"
Sara giggled and held her belly like a kid who was being tickled. Ben couldn't pull his eyes away from her and smiled in spite of himself. She could be irritating like any little sister, but Ben couldn't deny that her bubbly personality and playful manner had a tendency to always lift his spirits and make him smile. It also didn't hurt that she was one of the most attractive girls he knew. He often thought that if he wasn't her brother, he would most certainly pursue her for a relationship.
"NO!" Sara said while still giggling, "I'm just bored!"
"Mom and dad leave already?"
"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago."
"So go watch TV."
"I tried, there's nothing on."
"So go text your friends or whatever you do on your phone."
Sara rolled onto her side facing Ben and propped her head up with her hand. "I can't. Mom confiscated my phone," she said with a pout.
"What!?" Ben sat up, propped his two pillows up on his backboard, and slid back so he was sitting up, making sure he was careful not to uncover his penis in the process. "Why the fuck did mom take your phone?"
Sara chewed her bottom lip. "I don't know. She's a bitch," she mumbled, looking away guiltily.
Ben grasped a pillow from behind his head and swung it in a big arc to smack Sara with it. "Ouch! What the hell?" Sara yelled, pushing the pillow away.
"Mom's not a bitch," Ben said, as he leaned forward and tucked the pillow behind his back again.
"I know," Sara agreed, "But I'm still not happy with her."
"So why did she take your phone" Ben asked, knowing that she wouldn't do that without good reason.
"I can't tell you. It's private."
"Private? You want to talk about private? You just burst into my private bedroom without knocking! You interrupted my private time with complete disregard for what I might have been doing. You can't just barge in without knocking when I'm... when I'm busy."
"I'm sorry," Sara said, rolling her eyes dramatically and drawing out the word sorry for a few seconds, "But I just wanted to..." she cut herself off as what he said finally registered in her head. Suddenly she sat straight up with bulging eyes and a wide open mouth. "Wait, were you jerking off when I came in?"
"What? N- No I - I was-" Ben protested before Sara interrupted him..
"Oh shit! You were. I can see it all over your face. You're a terrible liar," she said, almost squealing with delight at the obvious discomfort on her brother's face. "I always wondered if you... you know-" she held up her hand and mimed jerking off. "I guess you do. Do you do it often, like every day, several times a day, or just a few times a week?"
"Jesus, stop!" Ben blurted, holding up both of his hands palms open in front of his face and looking away.
"It's totally okay though," Sara started again, her words coming rapid fire like they always did when she was excited about something, "I mean, I'm not grossed out or anything. It's not like I don't do it myself every now and again. Besides, I figured you probably did it all the time anyway. Don't all guys jerk off every chance they get?"
"Sara! Enough!" Ben finally got her to stop and look at him. "I... I wasn't... jerking off when you came in," he said, unable to look her in the eyes when blatantly lying to her.
"Okay," Sara said, knowing enough to drop it... for now.
"Besides, stop trying to change the subject and tell me why mom took your phone," Ben said, wanting to get off the subject of masturbating.
"I told you, it's a private matter," Sara said.
"Well then, I guess you're on your own. Shut my door on the way out," Ben said, lifting his phone back up to his face.
"Noooo," Sara whined. "Do something with me."
"Only if you tell me why mom shut your service off," Ben said.
"It's embarrassing!" Sara whimpered.
"So is being accused of jacking off," Ben said, refusing to budge.
Sara dropped onto her back again and groaned loudly. "You're a dick," she complained.
"I've been called worse," Ben said, smiling at her choice of words.
"Okay, I'll make a deal with you. You tell me the truth about what you were doing in here when I came in, and I'll tell you why mom shut off my service."
Ben seemed to contemplate for a few seconds before saying, "No deal."
"What!" Sara cried. "If you want me to tell you something so personal, you need to tell me something too."
Sighing loudly, and realizing that Sara already knew he was lying anyway, Ben gave in. "Fine. It's a deal. You first."
"Nooooo, I said I would tell you after you told me," Sara insisted.
This back and forth was having an effect on Ben. His penis had puffed up under the blanket and the head was threatening to make an appearance from under the sheet. He didn't know why, but he was getting turned on. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. But you have to promise you'll tell me everything."
"I promise," Sara said.
Ben clenched his jaw and pursed his lips while nodding his head, "I was... getting ready to start jerking off when you came in. I had just started to... to get in the mood by reading a porn story. It was just getting to the good part... when you came in, so I hadn't technically started jerking yet. Just getting the pump primed, if you know what I mean."
Sara remained quiet and wide eyed while her brother explained himself. When he finished speaking, she waited a few seconds, then simply replied, "Oh."
"Yeah, so that's it. I was kinda sorta masturbating, but not quite yet. If you had waited a few minutes later, you might have seen..." he trailed off without finishing but Sara clearly knew what he meant.
"Uh huh," Sara said, her mind suddenly trying to picture her buff older brother, a strapping, handsome twenty five year old man, jerking off.
"Okay, so I confessed to you, it's your turn," Ben said.
"Wait, does that mean... you're naked right now under that blanket?"
Ben lifted the blanket enough to peer under. "Yup, not a stitch."
"Holy shit!" Sara exclaimed and burst out laughing hysterically. "I can't believe we're sitting here talking so normally while you're buck naked like two feet away from me."
"Yeah, except nothing about this conversation is normal," Ben said. "But stop stalling. It's your turn."
"Yeah," Sara agreed, still giggling while trying to think about where to start. "So um, you remember my friend Tammy Reynolds, right?"
"Titty Titty Tammy?" Ben said, calling her by the unfortunate nickname she had gotten in middle school when over the summer her breasts ballooned from a mild B cup to a gargantuan DD cup.
"Don't call her that," Sara said, slapping at his blanket covered leg.
"I didn't give her the nickname," Ben complained, as if that made it okay to use it.
"Well, no one calls her that anymore," Sara said.
"Maybe not to her face," Ben mumbled just loud enough for Sara to hear.
"You're awful!" Sara complained, but she was still smiling.