Ever notice the way a perfectly intelligent boy can turn into a raging moron when in front of a pretty girl? Guys will do the stupidest things to impress a cute chick. Now me; when I'm around a guy who I think is hot, I turn into a wallflower. A very quiet and tongue-tied wallflower.
My little brother Karl has no business anywhere near a skateboard. The boy is a geek, there is no doubt about it. A rather cute geek, but a geek nonetheless. And a very poorly coordinated geek at that. Where had he gotten the idea of pulling a stunt like that on a skateboard? Actually I had a pretty good idea where the idea had come from: like I said, boys will do some pretty boneheaded things to get a girl's attention. But this really took the cake.
I have to admit I laughed out loud the first time I saw him. I know it was mean, but he looked so sad and pathetic and helpless like that, a bandage on his head and both hands immobilized in bulky casts. I felt bad for laughing, and resolved to be nice to him for a change over the weekend. I really couldn't resist getting a few cheap shots in though. At least Karl had a sense of humor about the whole thing.
And then, Sunday night, Mom left us alone to watch a movie together while she played cards with her friends.
"I probably shouldn't ask you this" I asked him against my better judgment "but how do you masturbate with those things on?"
He was clearly taken aback by my question. Surely he couldn't think that he was the only person in the world who whacked off? He blushed so red I thought blood might start leaking out of his ears. It was a couple seconds before he could bring himself to answer me: "I can't."
"But you don't have a girlfriend do you?"
"No" he answered, still blushing "I don't."
"Wow." I considered what that meant "You mean you haven't gotten off in two weeks?"
"Yep."
"And you won't again for another four weeks?"
"Nope."
"Damn."
Well, there it was. I'd suspected that might be the case. My little brother Karl was a cutey, but shy and awkward. He'd probably be fighting off the girls when he got into college. But six weeks without an orgasm? I don't think that I could hack that, and I sure wouldn't want to try!
The dirty little idea nagged and nagged and refused to be ignored as we watched the film. Poor guy. Couldn't even get himself off now. And I was willing to bet that no one else had had the pleasure yet either. Karl would have to get some self-confidence, that much was for sure. Nothing is attractive like a little self confidence. Maybe I could help him out, just a little bit. He was a cutey after all. I found myself wondering just what that package that bulged seductively in the crotch of his jeans contained. Good stuff, I bet.
Damn, and now I was horny just thinking about it. It would be fun. And good for him. And good for me too.
He didn't take much convincing either.
He had a nice dick. A really nice one; not too big or too small, or too fat or too skinny or too hairy. It was bent slightly upward, like an eager puppy, and it was hard as Chinese Calculus. The head was big and red and swollen with anticipation.
"Man, the girls at your school are really missing out." I told him
I had meant to just give him a quick handjob, but this was way too fun, and he looked way too yummy. I took off my top, just to enhance his experience, and I thought his eyes would bug out of his head. That made me feel really good; I guess I'm a little insecure about my rack.
He was just so delicious looking, I honestly couldn't help myself. I had to get my mouth on that cock. I wasn't disappointed either; he felt great in my mouth, and quickly rewarded me with a mouthful of hot, sticky, salty, bitter semen. I couldn't believe how much he had squirted into my mouth! It felt like about a pint! I stayed with him until his penis grew soft and too sensitive to be touched.
I was way turned on at this point. I just had to get off. Not really caring what he saw, I dropped my pants and got busy with my clit. Second later, I was coming, hard and long. It was great. I liked knowing that Karl was watching. I felt dirty and sexy.
He watched as I got dressed, and I helped him get his boxers and jeans back up. Then Mom was home, and we had to look all innocent.
"This will be our little secret." I told him as we watched the last minutes of the movie. "Our little secret, just between us."
We didn't get a chance to talk about it any more that weekend. I had to leave to get back up to school. During the week, I thought a lot about what had happened. Oddly enough, I didn't feel bad about it. On the contrary, playing it back in my mind made me horny. I think I jilled off twice as much as usual that week.
I don't come home every weekend, even though it is only an hour and a half to drive. I don't even come home most weekends. But the next weekend, I made the drive.
