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."
Kristy thought about how her brother was very OCD about certain things and realized he was not bullshitting her. She quickly tried to think of a solution to the problem as the dryer rolled on it bearings, making her also think about how time was not on her side.
She never saw her younger brother in a sexual way before, but knew that this needed to be done for him. The notion of incest and being gross had to be thought of after the fact as she knew he had to get off.
Kristy knelt down in front of her brother and looked him in the eyes. "This is going to sound gross but, I suppose I can help you. You can never say anything about this to anyone. No telling mom, or any of your little friends."
The feeling of guilt was already coursing through her body as she still thought it was a gross and bad idea, but it was her only chance. The guilt of her causing the spill now wrestled with her sense of morality. Knowing it was wrong but seeing the need to help was tangled up in her mind.
Joe nodded his head and Kristy took his nod as acceptance of the deal. She reached into his boxers and felt his semi hard penis. He was not some hung monster, but he differently had a cock and it was in her hands.
"Oh, this is so gross." She gripped the shaft of his dick and slowly stroked it up and down in his boxers.
Kristy had seen plenty of dicks in movies and such, but she never had one in her hand. The sensation of her hand around the soft skin felt good. It was hard yet soft at the same time. Knowing it was her brother's made it more of a disgusting chore then an erotic experience.
Once it was coming close to full strength, she pulled it from the confines of his boxers. She gasped at seeing it for the first time. It was a mixture of excitement and regret. In the back of her mind she knew that this was wrong, and disgusting. It was about six or seven inches long and looked ready to spit out cum as the mushroomed shaped tip pulsed. The sight of a cock always turned her on, but since it was her brother's she needed to make sure it didn't.
Once out in the open, Kristy used her hand more forcefully to stroke her brother's member. Starting slowly at first, she moved it with a steady rhythm. "I can't believe I am doing this for you. You owe me big time."
She looked up to see him slouched back a little as he watched her. She knew this must be the first time his dick had ever been touched by another girl. She felt that he did not even mind it was his sister as long as someone other than himself was playing with his male organ.
Kristy looked up with a devilish grin. "Does it feel good now that someone other than yourself is playing with it?"
"It feels so good," Joe answered as his face began to show expressions of pleasure.
As Kristy stared at her brother's dick, she could not help thinking how wrong and dirty this was. The idea of stroking a dick off always got her wet, but the fact it was her brother kept her from getting worked up. Although she kept telling herself it was gross, the feeling of his hard cock in her hand as she stroked it was making her wet a little.
She could see and feel that her brother was getting off by the pulsing of his member in her hand and the expression on his face. The heat and throbbing let her know that she was jerking it just right.
She could feel her brother tense up as she moved her hand at a faster pace. Looking at the head of his dick, she could see the head almost pulsing as it was about ready to explode. Kristy just continued moving her hand up and down on her brother's shaft while watching his balls shake with every stroke.
