Recovery Pt 02

Disclaimer:

All persons involved in any sexual situation are 18 years of age or more. The following story is pure fantasy.

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I tossed and turned for a long time after my enlightening chat with Dottie. Her news about Dad was startling and made me pretty upset but I'm glad she trusted me enough to tell. I stared at the ceiling in my dark room, the music on my radio just barely audible ("There is no pain, you are receding/A distant ship, smoke on the horizon/You are only coming through in waves/Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying...") Dottie came to me because the news was going to burst out of her and she knew that I loved her and I loved our father. It was difficult to absorb the significance of her words; I was having a very difficult time wrapping my brain around them. My dad watched Dottie undressing? On more than one occasion? I know he missed Mom but he could have easily gotten someone to take care of those urges. He was a tall, good-looking guy with a good job and a nice house.

And a daughter who is a perfect 10.

How could I truly be upset with my Dad if I had experienced those same feelings? She's so beautiful and sweet and smart. Who knows how many buckets I've figuratively filled with visions of Dottie running through my perverted, lust-filled brain? I sometimes think how much easier it would be if she was just a bitch or something, just tits with legs. Not as simple as that, unfortunately. She was a sweet girl with a beautiful soul.

And her attitude about the whole thing! She wasn't angry or even disturbed in the slightest. "I still love him." "It's just what guys do, I guess." "Guys get boners." And then when she flipped up her shirt and showed me her blue panties... Oh god, if I wasn't already hard at that moment... I could still hear her feet padding lightly down the stairs when I pulled my dick out and furiously punished it. By the time she turned the TV on I was spraying cum all over my left foot. Usually I like to draw it out and enjoy it, going through my expansive file of Dottie fap fantasies, but I just needed to blow one out.

I should have just taken her up on her offer to watch a movie. And done what? Just watched a movie? Confessed my eternal and undying love? Grabbed a tit? None of those would have happened, of course. I would have sat on the couch with her and tried, with the lights off, to get a quick glance at her boobs. Or maybe stared longlingly at her butt as she walked into the kitchen for a drink. But it would all have ended the same way: in my room, lying in bed, dick in hand, Dottie fap fantasy file #302 at bat and #192 on deck.

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My eyes flew open. Glancing over to my night stand I saw it was 2:02 am. I could hear branches outside my window being pushed around by the wind. I shivered and realized I was lying naked on top of my covers.

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I quickly shuffled under the covers and pulled them tight over me. "Yeah?" My voice was like tires on gravel.

Dottie poked her head in to see me smoothing the covers over myself. There was that smile. "Did I interrupt anything?"

"Yes!" I said a little too harshly. "Sleep."

She slipped quietly in and moved across the floor to sit in the wing-back chair next to my bed. She pulled her feet up under her perfect butt and sighed. She wore no makeup and her hair was a bit of a mess but still she looked like a goddess.

"I'm sorry to wake you but I still wanted to talk." She had a big smile on her face but her eyes showed something else. Melancholy? It was an expression so rarely seen on Dottie's beautiful face, I couldn't quite place it. "You didn't come downstairs, Peter. I waited forever."

I felt an instant pang of regret. I should have gone downstairs and suffered through a movie with her. I should have just dealt with whatever inane, sappy rom-com she put on. I should have been an adult and ignored the smell of raspberries from her shower, the vision of perfection sitting next to me on the couch and my inevitable erection. But I didn't. I stayed in my room like a pussy, whacked-off to thoughts of rubbing my dick on Dottie's ass, then laid on my bed, remorseful and sullen, picking my way through the conversation we had had earlier in the night.

"Sorry, Dottie. I told you I was tired. I'd been studying for over four hours for finals and my brain was like Jell-O. I crashed as soon as you left my room."

"I know," she said, wiggling her cute little toes, which of course brought my attention to her butt on top of them, "I was just enjoying talking to my best friend." She smiled warmly. Then she threw on a more serious face. "Look. I started feeling guilty about our conversation earlier, which is why I was hoping you would have come downstairs. I'd been wanting to tell you about Dad for a long time and I finally couldn't wait anymore. It just sort of burst out of me."

I cleared my throat. "Dottie you don't have to explain yourself."

"I know. The moment I went downstairs I started feeling regret that I had said anything at all. It wasn't fair to you." She could see me start to protest and raised a hand. "I know, big brother, protector, all that jazz. But I could have gone to the grave with that knowledge and it would not have changed who I am at all. Dad did what he did but I'm not mad at him at all! My childhood is not scarred and it's not something that's going to stop me from intimacies as I get older or any of that nonsense. Maybe if he'd said, 'Nice ass, hot-stuff' or tried to molest me or something, it might be different. I don't know."

"I understand and you're being remarkably mature about it. I just hope there's nothing lurking below the surface that will rise up and cause my sudden castration or something." I smiled weakly.

Dottie laughed. "No, we don't want that thing gone before it's been put to good use." She smiled at my obvious discomfort. "Speaking of which, how long has it been since you've been on a date? I know you've been trying to be serious about school but a young man's got to sow his wild oats, right? That's what I hear."

"Ugh!" I flopped my arms to my sides. "Let's not have this conversation."

"Hey, I just want my big brother to be happy. Is there no co-ed that's caught your eye? It's a big school. Surely there's someone?"

I started counting off on my fingers and saying quietly, "One...two...three..." Then I looked over to Dottie. "Nope. No one."

"Well, that's too bad. I'm sure there's a girl out there somewhere for you." She put her chin on her hand. "I know there is." She suddenly shivered. "It's freezing in this room. I wish Aunt Dorothy wasn't so weird about the heat in this place. How can we predict this crappy weather? 'Just put on a sweater, doll-face!' It's May, almost summer!" She pointed to the other side of my bed. "Can I use your afghan?"

I grabbed the blanket and tossed it to her. She spread it over her legs and I was sad to see them go. "So tell me, Peter. Why do you have such a hard time getting a girlfriend? It doesn't make any sense. You're funny, mostly smart..." She smirked at me. "...and you're very handsome. Plus, you play the guitar! I mean, come on!"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't tease me, Dottie. I'm just a guy, always in the friend-zone. I guess I'm 'safe'." That sounded so pathetic actually coming out of my mouth but it was true. At least half of my friends were girls, most attractive, and they were completely out of my reach.

"That's ridiculous, Peter." She honestly looked surprised to hear me say that. Sweet Dottie. "You're tall, have great hair, great skin, just the right amount of muscle, nice butt..." She giggled at that. "And remember," she added, glancing down my blanket-covered body, "I've seen what you're packing down there." She covered her smile with her hand.

"Oh my lord, Dottie," I said but couldn't help but let a smile cross my face. "Maybe you need glasses. Plus, you know, I was a little revved-up at that moment and, you know, most dicks look a little more impressive in that state. Besides," I added, turning on my side to face her, "How would you know what to compare it to? How expansive is your first-hand penis knowledge?"

Again, she giggled. "Virtually non-existent, as you very well know, Peter Harper."

"Virtually?"

She looked up at the ceiling. "Well, Michael Janycz put my hand on his crotch when we went to the movies. I was so embarrassed and just let it sit there without moving. I don't want to be mean because he really was a nice guy but he seemed..." She paused. "...really...small. Not that there's anything wrong with that! He just kept looking at my hand while breathing heavy and then he stood up quickly to go to the restroom. I'm pretty sure he came in his pants." She shook her head. "And when Molly and I went to that concert at the college last month, remember we took the bus? It was so crowded and there was a guy standing right behind me who was rubbing himself against my butt. It was kind of gross, he was not much taller than me and like 50 and reeked of cigarettes. It was really hard to tell but his dick felt gigantic, like he had a flashlight in his pocket or something. And..." She paused, obviously embarrassed. "Peter, I swear I'm not a sicko or anything so please don't think this is weird but I really like having my butt touched. It kinda tickles, in a good way. Most guys are afraid to do it I think. It's probably poor form for me to just yell out, 'someone please fondle my ass!' Maybe they're afraid I'll hit them or something. Or maybe they're afraid of my big brother." She smiled warmly at me. "Anyway, besides that there's just the freaks on the internet that Molly made me look at. Gross. So I can honestly say, with full confidence, that your dick is easily the biggest and most impressive tool I've ever seen in real life."

It was a good thing that I had turned to the side at that moment because my dick really started to get an influx of blood. The thought of touching, squeezing, massaging, and groping Dottie's butt invaded my thoughts. I'm sure I had a very distracted and distant look on my face because Dottie tilted her head and said, "Peter?" I shook my head, snapping out of my reverie. "Thoughts? Comments? Observations?"

"What do you mean? About Daddy Big-Dick on the bus? About Michael Hair-Trigger? Or about the fact that you like to be felt up?"

"Peter, don't tease me." She blushed. "It's kind of embarrassing. Most girls my age have had at least some experience with guys. At least a little back-seat groping, usually more. Did you know Molly once blew two guys at the same time? Serious. College guys. I was at the same party. I went to find a bathroom and opened a door and there she was on her knees. I couldn't see anything, they were facing away from me but she sure seemed to be enjoying herself, sucking one while stroking the other. It was very noisy and wet, lots of soggy smacking sounds, whimpers and moans. I only saw for like a few seconds." She blushed. "Well maybe a little longer than that. It was hard to not stare all bug-eyed, you know? While I was standing there, for just a minute, I swear, one of the guys, you know, I think, um, finished in her mouth. She kind of choked a little bit but then looked up and said, 'Thank you.' She didn't say anything about it later and I didn't ask. I know for a fact she hadn't even been drinking that night. She's such a slut! I don't even know why I hang out with her. We're so different." She paused and looked thoughtfully at me. "You know I'm not like that, right? I have active hormones like everyone else my age but I refuse to just jump into bed with anyone for the sake of doing it. I don't HAVE to have anyone else; I know where all the best places to touch are. It would be nice to have a good guy that I trust and wouldn't rush me and maybe wouldn't mind rubbing my butt from time to time..." She paused. "...to time. It's not so weird, is it? Most people like to be touched right? It's not like touching my ass sends me into a screaming orgasm or anything, it just feels nice."

I was so mesmerized by listening to her talk that I realized suddenly I hadn't said anything in awhile. "There's nothing wrong with that at all. With a butt like yours, I'm sure you would have more than enough takers." Oh shit, did I just say that?

Dottie laughed merrily. "Did my big brother just compliment my butt?"

I tried to cover with a quick back-track. "No! I'm just saying, with a basic understanding of artistic lines and aesthetics, you are probably just inherently shaped...in a pleasing..." I stuttered horribly and sounded completely ridiculous.

"Peter Harper thinks I have a nice butt!"

"Aesthetics!"

She stopped laughing and just looked at me lovingly. "I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing you. You have very aesthetically pleasing lines as well." I slapped my hand over my eyes. "Last one! I promise!" She shivered again and pulled the afghan up to her neck. "Brrrr! How can you stand this? It's freezing in here." She glanced under the blanket. "Maybe I should put on a parka or something." She looked back up and locked me in a gaze. "And were you at some point going to tell me my tits were locked and loaded?"

"Huh?"

She pulled the afghan back down and pointed at her boobs. Sure enough, her nipples were threatening to rip a hole right through her T-shirt. How had I not noticed that? Her very impressive breasts were topped with small areolas and nipples slightly bigger than a pencil eraser. All were there for me to see. Her T-shirt now fit so tightly that I could see the tiny bumps around her areola. It was magnificent.

I must have been lying there with my mouth hanging open (hopefully no drool?) because Dottie laughed lightly and said, "Yes, apparently you can see it now." She ran one hand over her left tit. "Which just proves my point: it's freezing in here!" I couldn't help but notice she made no attempt to cover herself back up. I was so profoundly aroused at that moment that if I touched myself with just one finger I would have gone off like a fire-hose, all over my nicely cleaned and pressed sheets.

Dottie pointed at my bed. "Can you scooch over? Can I lay next to you?" She stood and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Dottie, I..." I began nervously.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, you know, I was sleeping when you got here and, um, well, I sleep with not a lot of clothes, like in this case, none..."

She looked surprised but smiled. "It's freezing and you're sleeping in your birthday suit?"

"Well, I didn't think it was that cold when I fell asleep. Plus, I wasn't exactly expecting company."

"You continually surprise me, Peter Harper. Well, scooch over anyway. I'll stay on top of the covers." She smiled in her teasing way. "We certainly wouldn't want our naughty bits accidentally touching, would we?"

Wouldn't we?

"Of course not. I just thought you should know before you laid down."

"Well, thanks for letting me know." She grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt with both hands and made to pull it up. "I suppose I'm over-dressed though..." She laughed and let go of her shirt. "Psych! Just kidding! I wouldn't do that to you, Peter. I love you!" When she let go of her shirt it didn't quite settle all the way down to her thighs and I was given a breathtaking view between her legs. I tried to tear my eyes away. I swear I tried! She caught my look and glanced down. "Oops. My big brother can see I'm wearing his favorite blue panties." She smiled and pulled her T-shirt down further. "Now scoot over, I'm freezing! Don't worry, I'll stay on top." I scooted over a couple feet and she lay down next to me and covered herself with my afghan. "You can trust me. But you better watch which direction that boner is pointing; I don't want it poking me all night long."

Again she left me flustered and stuttering. "Dottie, I..."

"It's okay, Peter. I could see it the moment I walked in your room. You create a pretty impressive tent in the covers." She angled herself so we were sharing the same pillow. She just looked straight into my eyes and smiled. Oh god, she smelled so good.

"Sorry about the little fellah down there," I said. "He has a tendency to show up at pretty inopportune times."

"Like when you're lying in bed with a half-dressed pretty girl? Sounds like the perfectly opportune time for him to rear his head. Too bad the girl just happens to be your sister, huh?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "Too bad."

She looked at me with complete seriousness and said, "If you want, I could close my eyes and cover my ears and you can take care of him. Really. I don't mind. It's what you'd probably do if I wasn't here, right?" I could see from her expression that she was 100% serious and genuinely cared about my unfortunate condition.

"Oh Dottie, I'm not going to jerk-off with my sister next to me." I tried desperately to hide my excitement.

"Are you sure? I don't want that big guy slithering over here and poking me in the butt or something."

I tried to laugh it off but I had a real diamond-cutter working. I so desperately wanted to reach down and grab my dick but the truth was, I was surprised I hadn't already cum just from all the sexy talk. Seriously, I was so on edge the slightest amount of physical stimulation would have made me blow. I'm glad Dottie felt so comfortable with me that she could talk about these things without being judged or laughed at or made to feel what she was feeling was negative in any way.

"No, I think I'll be okay." The truth was, of course, that it was doubtful I would be getting any more sleep at all with Dottie lying so close and my erection threatening to run out of skin.

"I'm sorry if my talk has made you uncomfortable," she said, putting her head on my shoulder and putting her face close to my neck. "It makes me happy that I'm able to talk to you about these things. It's super-important you understand I told you about Dad not because I was angry or sad or anything, just simply because I wanted to finally tell someone. I pray it doesn't effect your opinion of him. He was still a great man and father and I want your memories of him to be positive." She tilted her head up closer to my face. "And Mom, too!" Her exclamation caused her sweet breath to tickle my ear in a very delightful way. I was fairly sure I was dripping pre-cum at that moment. "I miss her so much, too. Even with her craziness, she taught me so much about life and being a woman. She taught me how to be a good student, the importance of family, how to dress appropriately when my body started to change. She took me to get my first bra, of course, which we didn't realize at the time was going to require so much work, my boobs growing so quickly. For a little while, I didn't think they were going to stop!" She smiled up at me. "You may have noticed."

I cleared my throat. "I guess I never really paid attention to those things when you were young. I guess I tried pretending I had something more interesting going on in my life at that time."

"And now?"

"Now what?" I looked at her out the corner of my eye.

"What about now? Now that I'm an adult? Do you pay attention to those things now?" She cuddled a little closer, her left knee bent and moving within inches of my poor cock. "I know I'm just your annoying little sister but do you notice now? I try to not let it matter what people think of how I look but it's important to me to know what you see when you look at me."

My throat felt dry and my heart was beating hard. "Dottie, this is awkward for me. You know I think you're beautiful but it's hard for me to say without seeming like some kind of sicko perv."

"Oh, Peter, you know I would never think that! I think you're an amazing brother and nothing you say or do would ever, ever change that fact."