Several years earlier...
"Wait up!" Ryan called out to Nicole. They were wading through some rocks on the shore in order to get to a clearing just up ahead where they left all their things.
Nicole turned back, smiling as she watched Ryan struggle. "You gotta keep up!" she shouted.
The lake was choppy that day and it was difficult to maintain footing in this particularly rocky area. Nicole seemed to be doing fine, but Ryan was having a tough go.
Just as she made it to the clearing, a huge wave crashed on Ryan behind, forcing him towards a jagged rock. He shouted as he got knocked into it and fell underwater. Nicole snapped into action, doubling back to help her brother. She reached in quickly, pulled him up and helped him get to safety.
Ryan stumbled out of the water, clutching his leg as he struggled to walk. Nicole helped him get to the sand and sit down. It wasn't until she had a chance to really inspect him when she noticed blood was streaming down his leg. "You're bleeding!" she panicked.
"Oh my God, you're right," said Ryan as he noticed a good amount of blood rolling down his leg. "I think I cut my leg."
"We need to stop the bleeding. I'm gonna go get a towel from our bag," Nicole said as she leaped up and ran to their spot nearby. Ryan winced as he clutched his leg right above his knee. Blood was everywhere, but he couldn't see where the cut was.
Nicole returned with a towel. "Where's the cut?"
"I think it's on my inner thigh," Ryan said as he squeezed his leg tighter.
"We need to get to it. You have to take your bathing suit off," she said looking up at Ryan.
"Take... take them off? I can't," he said, nervously.
"You have to, Ryan. We need to stop the bleeding. I'm not gonna look or anything. Hurry!"
Ryan frantically untied his bathing suit drawstring and pulled his shorts down. Hi parted his legs to discover the laceration was on his left inner thigh. It was not as big as he expected and perhaps not as serious.
Nicole pressed the towel hard against his thigh and applied pressure. "We need to keep this here until the bleeding stops. Just sit tight. Are you in pain?"
Ryan winced. "A little, yeah. But I'm alright."
Nicole looked back down as she held the towel in place. Even though she promised not to, her eyes drifted towards Ryan's crotch. It was completely exposed and impossible to miss. Out of respect for her little brother, she did not say anything about him being naked or the fact that his penis and testicles were no more than two feet away from her face. In fact, her fingers were nearly touching the side of his scrotum.
But she couldn't help but notice a very remarkable characteristic about it. Ryan's penis, resting in a flaccid state across his other thigh, was quite simply enormous. It was both long and incredibly fat. It laid perfectly still, only moving as Ryan writhed around in the sand. Nicole could not take her eyes off it. As she put pressure on his thigh, she stared at his impressive cock and balls, glistening in the afternoon sun.
"Just a little longer," she said as her eyes wandered between the towel and his ridiculously large cock. The longer she studied it, the more she seemed to think it was getting bigger. Could her brother be getting an erection exposed to her like this? She immediately dismissed such naughty thoughts and scolded herself for staring at him like that.
Ryan ended up being fine following the incident. Aside from a good amount of blood, the cut was not as bad as it seemed and he was able to carry on the rest of the family vacation with a bandage. Neither of them spoke about his exposure to her that day or any day after. But Nicole etched the image of her brothers' massive penis in her mind. It was always something she thought of in the years after the incident. She knew what he was walking around with, packed into his underwear.
She knew and she couldn't stop thinking about it.
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Nicole was awake before Ryan. She spent time having coffee, tidying up around the house, and reflecting on the fact that she gave her brother a handjob in the middle of the night.
Nothing about what happened seemed normal, natural, or moral. She knew she made a mistake. But so much of what has happened between the two of them over the course of the past few weeks somehow led up to last night.
Admittedly, she was drunk. And horny. She had been dancing with different guys all night and was no doubt aching to get some. But whatever led her to sneak into Ryan's room and grope him was beyond her comprehension. Despite being drunk, she distinctly remembered the feel of his quickly hardened penis in her hand. The way his breathing rapidly increased as she fondled his erection. The soft whimper of a moan that escaped as he ejaculated against the wall of his bedroom. While she couldn't see it, she could feel each powerful thrust as his impressive loads traveled up his shaft under her fingers and out the tip.
She didn't think she'd ever forget that feeling.
But now, her sober mind built enough anxiety to last years as she awaited Ryan to come drifting down the stairs. She had to get out of there. There was no way she was ready for this.
Quickly, Nicole threw on some workout clothes, grabbed her earbuds, and rushed for the door.
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Ryan frantically cleaned up the mess he made on his wall. He still wondered if his vivid memory was playing tricks on him and the handjob was a dream after all. As he scrubbed viciously, he was sure he heard the front door quickly close as Nicole must have left. There was no one else in the house.
Ryan slowly opened his bedroom door and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Fresh coffee was made. The kitchen was clean. Nicole was up already, but must have just left.
He poured a cup of coffee and sat down on the kitchen island bar stool. He sipped his coffee and stared at nothing in particular. He couldn't shake the memory of last night. Nicole's distinct perfume, her legs wrapped around his, and her hand feverishly jerking his throbbing cock. It was so clear it had to be real.
Ryan pulled out his waistband and inspected his cock. It was already hardening as he reflected on last night. Just for fun and since no one was home, he gently massaged it, resulting in a full erection. Careful not to get in trouble, he carefully placed his waistband back and took another sip of coffee as he waited for his sudden erection to die down.
All he could think about was what happened last night.
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Nicole finished her run and took a seat on a picnic table. Panting, she pulled off her earbuds and tossed them aside. It was a beautiful morning on Lake Michigan as several other joggers and bikers were out and about. Nicole looked off in the distance as she caught her breath. She had only one thing on her mind.
"Hey lady!"
She turned to see Julie scampering across the path, dodging passing bikers like Frogger. She carried two Starbucks coffees with her.
"Oh my God, you're the best," said Nicole as she happily took one of the iced coffees Julie brought with her.
Julie sat next to her on the picnic table as they sipped their coffees. "Well? What do we need to talk about?" she asked excitedly.
Nicole took a deep breath and stared out at the lake. She watched some boats passing by.
Julie frowned. "If you don't want to talk about whatever it is, that's ok you know."
Nicole turned to face Julie. "I jerked him off last night."
Julie's mouth dropped. "Umm... you what? You did what to who, now?" But she knew exactly who Nicole was talking about.
Nicole took another deep breath. "I don't know what got into me. I just snuck into his room, climbed in bed, and gave him a handjob."
Julie, having confirmed the subject was indeed Ryan, was careful not to react in any way that may make Nicole uncomfortable. She obviously was embarrassed about what she had done and was confiding entirely in her best friend.
"And... how does this make you feel?" she asked, treading cautiously.
Nicole shrugged as she took a sip of her coffee. "If you really want to know... oddly normal."
"Really?"
"Really. It wasn't long. He finished in under a minute probably. And then I left. It felt... kinda routine. Almost transactional."
Julie smiled. "That's an interesting way of describing jerking off your brother!"
They both laughed. Nicole shook her head. "No, no, you know what I mean. It felt just like, I don't know. 'Hey, this is what we're doing.' Know what I mean?"
"Of course I do. That was me the other day. I'm just helping the guy out. He's got this huge penis and sometimes it needs to be emptied out. That's all. It was fun."
Nicole nodded emphatically. "It
was
fun. It was kinda naughty. It was exhilarating." She turned to Julie. "I want to do it again."
"Have you guys talked about it?"
"No, no," Nicole shook her head. "I got out fast today. I need to go talk to him though. I'm just really nervous."
"So, let me ask you something." Julie shifted in her seat and sipped her coffee. "Would you seriously do it again?"
Nicole didn't immediately answer. She stared out at the lake, before turning to her.
"Absolutely," she smiled. "Want to come over later?"
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Water streamed down Nicole's face as she tilted her head back towards the shower nozzle, eyes closed. She ran her fingers through her lush brown hair, pausing with her elbows bent up, feeling the warm water cover her body. It streamed down her firm, C-cup breasts, faint pink nipples, and tight stomach, traversing her abdominal muscles before disappearing between her legs.
Nicole's fingers started to wander. She felt her breasts and hardening nipples. She inhaled deeply before inserting her fingers in her crotch. Her pussy was already hot and inviting. She parted her legs slightly and supported her body weight against the wall of the shower with her other hand.
She went to work, quietly moaning and whimpering in the private confines of the shower. She wanted to cum so bad. She slid her index and middle fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy. With her eyes closed and toes curled, she came as she imagined jerking Ryan off again. She pictured him having sex with Julie, Melanie, and Sarah. She even pictured him spraying his cum all over the basement.
When her orgasm was over, she opened her eyes. The bright lights of the bathroom pierced into her soul, reminding her of the reality of the situation she was in. It was time to go downstairs.
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