Mason sat quietly outside the nurse's office, his mind racing as he waited for Gesabel. He'd touched a real breast, for the first time in his eighteen years of living, a real breast. Of course he'd seen breasts before. What red-blooded teenager with internet access hadn't? In the deepest, darkest hours of the night, when all the family was asleep, he'd cruise the sexual cyberspace, floating from one porn site to another, all the while stroking himself until he came.
It was hard to believe that at his age he'd never touched a breast. Sure, he'd dated a few girls in his class. He'd even made out with one or two of them, but when it came right down to actually feeling them up, he shied away. They all just seemed so shallow, only caring about how they looked or what he was going to buy them. For awhile there he had questioned his sexuality. But after quietly checking out some of the guys in the locker room showers after gym class he'd come to the conclusion that he'd preferred girls.
There had been one girl he thought he might really like to get to know. It was during his sophomore year in high school and he'd borrowed his parents' car to take her out to the lake for dinner on the beach. But before they even got out of the car, she had reached under her skirt, slipped her panties off and leaned over the seat. She had looked over at him and said she had heard that he was well hung, and she was just dying to find out if the rumors were true.
Mason had been so shocked that he had no words. He promptly turned the car around and drove the girl home. After escorting her to the front door, he thanked her for an "interesting" evening, got into his parents' car and left. That was the end of that. Until he got to school the following Monday and all his friends got a good laugh out of how he had taken "Easy Bake" Betsy out for a ride. He was still trying to live that one down.
Breaking into his thoughts, Gesabel came bouncing out of the office stating that she had gotten a clean bill of health from the nurse and that they could catch the bus home. It was going to be a long ride and Mason thanked God that Gesabel decided to listen to her iPod so that he didn't have to hold a conversation with her. A real breast, and of all people, his sister's. His left palm began to burn again and his dick twitched in his jeans, letting him know who was in charge at the moment. Mason shifted uncomfortably in his seat and quickly grabbed his duffel bag to cover the growing bulge. Yup, it was going to be a long ride home.
At dinner Mason was pretty much silent and only picked at the food on his plate. Gesabel was sitting across the table excitedly retelling the whole event to their parents, how Mason had come to her rescue and saved her life. Mason just stared guiltily at his plate. Even though it wasn't intentional, he still couldn't believe that he'd felt up his sister.
Gesabel stood up and began to clear the plates for dessert. She came around to his side of the table and as she leaned over to take his plate, her breast grazed his shoulder. Mason felt like someone had set him on fire as he felt the heat from the unexpected contact move down his spinal cord directly to his balls. It took everything within him not to move. He almost came unglued when Gesabel leaned in even further and brushed her full lips lightly across his cheek. His nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of her body wash. It was nothing flowery or fruity; not a girly-girl scent, but it was more than enough to make his head swim.
"Did you ever know that you're my hero?" she whispered into his ear. As she picked up his plate she flashed him a bright smile and her dimple peeked out. Then she danced away humming the Bette Midler song under her breath as she made her way into the kitchen. Mason's face flushed a deep red as he felt his dick come to life. He stood straight up, moving so quickly that he almost knocked over his chair, but he caught it just before it hit the floor. "Mom, may I be excused?" He choked out. Cathy looked up at her son's abrupt move and frowned.
"Are you ok Mace? You've hardly touched your dinner, and now you're turning down dessert?" She tilted her head to one side as she watched him set his chair upright.
"Yeah." He nodded his head as he licked his lips. "I'm fine, Mom. I-I'm just... tired. It's been a really long day, you know?" It sounded weak, even to his own ears. His mother's glacier blue eyes looked into his, as if searching for something. There was a slight pause as she took in his flushed face.
"Mm-hmm," she pursed out her lips, and her eyes narrowed, still looking at his face. Mason placed the chair in front of him, hoping to hide the bulge that had started to push against his zipper from his mother's probing eyes. He gripped the back of the chair and waited. There was silence, and Mason held his breath. He could feel his face heat up even more as she looked him over again, but then she let it go.
"Sure, honey," she said lightly as she stood up to get the dessert plates. "Get a good night's rest. We'll see you in the morning."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Mason hurried up to his room, and after closing the door he threw himself on his bed. His mind was racing, his palm was burning, and the bulge in his jeans was growing. He slipped his hand under the waist band to adjust himself, but as he made contact with the head of his dick it lurched up in full force, demanding to be taken care of. He quickly pulled his hand back out and moved up the bed so that his back was propped against the wall. God! He pulled up his legs, draped his arms across his knees and dropped his head down. He tried to think of something else to take his mind off the swelling member rising up between his legs, but he couldn't.
