Helping Hand Pt 02 3

This is an entry for the

750 Word Project 2025

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I floated in the pool naked for about ten minutes before I went soft and common sense kicked in. I guiltily grabbed my discarded shorts and used them to scoop up my cum shot. I was still in shock. My sister had pulled me off and gotten me to shoot. On one hand I was glad the assault only lasted so long- on the other, I'd proved out the rumour from Claire - my sister's bestie- that I was a quick shot.

Glancing at the dark in my parents cabin I jumped up out of the pool and raced into my room, slamming the patio glass shut as I went to rinse out my swimsuit in the bathroom.

Locking the door behind me I decided to take a shower with the lights off.

I'd only ever gotten a blow job before college, and school had taken its toll on me- so dating was a complete bust. When Claire had run into me on campus I'd been overjoyed to see a familiar face, not knowing we would get plastered and naked by nights end.

Maybe I'd been nervous and quick. But she seemed to make all the right noises, and made a date to see me again. We'd been having sex a couple times a week for the last month, which wasn't really a relationship- but it did feel steady and comfortable.

For whatever crazy idea my sister had about helping me with Claire, I couldn't really make sense of it all. Claire had always let me take charge, but now Michelle had flipped my role by forcing this hand job on me. Was this like an alpha challenging a beta to bring them up a level? Wait? Why was I calling myself a beta? Fuuck. And why was I hard again??

I was suddenly grateful for the dark as I began to jerk off, my mind going from Claire's sexy little body to my sister's voice whispering in my ear.

I shot my second load in fifteen minutes into the shower drain. Shamefully drying off before collapsing in bed, hoping to put this nightmare behind me.

But still, even in sleep the thoughts kept coming. The bodies and voices and smells. I was dreaming of cum and shame and pleasure- the feeling of submission as I...

...woke up to the feeling of weight on my chest. Was I still asleep?

I began to wipe the sleep from my eyes as I felt two hands splay out on my chest.

"We've only got a few minutes lil bro, but you need to practise holding back,"

Michelle was sat astride me, her bikini and protruding nipples just visible under a strappy tank top. I was able to make out a devilish grin as she slid back, her ass managing to find and push my morning wood between her cheeks.

I went to speak but quickly found my mouth covered by her hand. Slowly but gently she started to rock against my erection as I started doing long division in my head. I could smell the coconut suntan lotion on her, and wondered if thats what made her so slick back there as I felt my cock slide about in frictionless space.

"Thats a good boy, just keep going. I'm not sending you back to my best friend until you learn some restraint like a real man."

Michelle's hands went back to steadying herself on my chest as she allowed me to faux fuck her. I watched her face as she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Was she... was she enjoying actually enjoying this? I knew my sister was insane, but I had no clue she was this much of a crazy pervert.

30, 29, 28, 27- I was now counting down in my head as a distraction- Almost glad for when my dick would catch in Michelle's bikini and she had to stop and reach behind to untangle us. It was a moment of reprieve I hope she considered in my efforts.

"Hey kids, breakfast!!!"

My soul just about jumped out of my body as I heard my parents call from outside on the shared patio. Glancing over I noticed Michelle had pulled the gauzy curtains over for privacy, but I knew my mom could come barging in at any moment.

But Michelle tightened her thighs around me and covered my mouth.

"Alright perv, you have my permission to cum,"

And so I did, unloading while nestled between my sisters cheeks.