Kristy walked downstairs as her brother's piece he was playing on the piano got louder. She knew that his recital was in a couple of hours and she wanted to give him a pep talk. She quietly walked over to the piano right behind her brother Joe who was sitting on the bench playing his heart out.
Kristy like her mother was always telling Joe how great he was and how he helped his sister get into school with him. After all, his scholarship to North Hill Academy was dependent on Kristy being accepted with him. Although a year older, she got left back at an early age and was now in the same grade as her eighteen year old brother.
It was also because of his talent that their mother did not have to worry about her two children going to a good school. North Hill Academy had an association for the arts that provided a stipend for students who performed at recitals. It was a way for the school to bring in top level students, but for a single mother it was a much needed paycheck.
Kristy knew her mother struggled with money and having kids at an early age ruined her college years, but she was always open about it and said she never regretted having the two of them. She loved being close with her mother, even chipped in with her own paycheck to help pay bills.
Kristy now she stood only a few feet behind her brother entranced by the song he was playing. She was not a fan of classical music, but the music her brother played always sounded brilliant and amazing.
Joe was dressed in his pristine tux playing his heart out, and only focused on making sure every key was hit at the most precise time. When he was done playing certain keys, he stopped to have a sip of hot tea which he carefully placed above him on top of the piano.
Kristy saw an opportunity to scare and surprise him by sneaking closer and jabbing her hands under his armpits. She never intended to harm him, just give him a little scare before she told him his new song was great. It was something she did to him often and loved the fright it gave him when he was so focused.
When she got her hands under his armpits, he jumped up violently, hitting the piano hard with his legs. His left leg slammed against the piano hard enough to knock his hot tea right on his lap.
"OHH FUCK! Kristy what the fuck are you doing?" Joe screamed out.
Kristy's eyes grew wide in horror that his tea had spilled all over him. "I am so sorry! I never thought that would happen."
She looked down to see his dress slacks covered in tea. It was noticeable as it looked like he had an accident right near his groin. Even with the black covering up the color of the tea, the outline of the wet spot was clearly noticeable.
Joe threw his hands up in disgust. "I have to get ready in half an hour, and now my pants are soaked. You know they take points off for some stupid shit like this."
Kristy covered her mouth as she knew she had gone too far. "I just wanted to scare you a little to get the edge off. I never wanted this to happen."
"Mom is meeting us there, and our ride will be here in a half hour. How am I going to get these dry before I leave?"
The idea hit her, and it seemed to solve her problem. "OK, wait. Let me think. I can dry your pants real quick in the dryer before your ride gets here. We have to hurry, so let's go."
Kristy hurried to the kitchen where the dryer was and threw out the clothes that were in it on the floor. The idea seemed perfect and it was just a matter of time. In her mind she thought that his pants could be dried quickly before he got picked up. She felt the feeling of impending doom, but it could be dealt with by doing everything within the time constraints of his ride.
She heard her brother behind her and knew her short dress was riding up past her ass and that her thong covered ass was now visible to him. She knew the dryer needed to be empty and bending down was quicker than kneeling.
She did not think her body was all that, as she was very petite like her mother but without the large breasts. She thought that if she had a more pronounced ass or larger tits the show would be better, and that since she did not have that he was probably not looking at her in a sexual way.
"Ok, get over here and give me your pants," Kristy commanded like she was a general commanding her troops in battle.
She could see that he was a little nervous, but finally handed his pants over. She had no idea what was taking so long until she saw his hand by his crotch hiding an erection. She knew he did look at her ass crack as her blue thong was thin and barely hid anything.
With a startling cry, Kristy yelped, "Oh, my god!"
Trying to cover himself the best he could. "I'm sorry, I get this before a big event." With his hands covering his dick, she saw his boxers ride up on his leg to expose his ball sack.
Kristy could not help but stare as the moment stopped her brain from telling her to turn away. "What do you mean, you get this way before a big event? I have seen every concert you have ever played in. I have never seen you get a boner before any of them."
"Well, if you must know. I do my thing before I play any concert." Joe then made a jerking gesture with his right hand to illustrate his point.
With a snarled look on her face. "Bullshit! I would have seen you do it, or heard you."
"I do it before I get dressed, and always right before the concert. I have to or my nerves make me jittery when I play. Remember last spring when I fucked up at the school play? Well I was only told about the performance that day. I had no time to do it, and I messed up."
"So you have been jerking off before every concert?" Kristy replied, still not convinced her brother masturbated right before every concert he played in.
Joe's voice sounded defeated as he still had his hand over his erection. "I have to, or I make dumb mistakes."
Kristy watched Joe finally release his hand from hiding his erection as she figured him admitting it ruined any excitement he might have had.
Joe pulled out a kitchen chair and sat right down looking up at his sister, still looking beat down. "I have a bad feeling about the concert today. I know I will fuck up if I don't jerk off. It has been a routine of mine for years now. I always keep to a routine; it's not just a physical thing but a mental thing. Our ride will be here any minute and there is not enough time for me to do it."
