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A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r
Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
huffing quietly a moment. "Well- You know, I was just doing it because I thought you needed it." "I know." "I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it. You just seemed so miserable. I was careful to make sure to only do it or talk about it when we were completely alone; of course I know that no one else can know about it. I knew that you were nervous because it was me doing it, but you still seemed to enjoy it, I thought. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty or embarrassed. I'm sorry I pushed it too much." She was practically crying. She still had no concept of shame for it; she was just worried that I was worried. "Mandy, no, that's not what I meant. You didn't do anything wrong. I didn't mean that it was your fault or something. I know you were doing it to help me. And it has helped me." She sniffled. "Are you sure?" "Yes. You know that. You saw how I enjoyed it." Her face lightened just a bit. "But that's kind of the problem. Do you understand?" She didn't. "I mean, the first time, it freaked me out a little for my s****r to be touching me, but I was just so...horny...it didn't matter. But then when I was done, I felt really embarrassed and wrong, especially when you had to clean up. I was always pretty embarrassed about that stuff when I was alone, and then there you were wiping it for me." "You don't need to be embarrassed about that," Mandy said, eyes still red. "I mean, it is normal to ... masturbate." She looked down. "I've never told anyone, but I do it too, sometimes. Maybe not as much as you, but enough to understand, and to know why it made you uncomfortable to miss it." She was so eager to try to make me feel better. I tried to push the image of her masturbating from my head. "Yeah, I was missing it. But the thing is, while it was happening, I couldn't really think of it the same way as when I did it myself, I was just too aware that you were there with me, and that it was your hand... and, well, especially yesterday, you were doing so good, and I started feeling like...maybe I liked it that way." "Oh," Mandy said, thinking. I had no idea what she'd make of my confession. "I know that it probably doesn't really mean anything, and that nothing could happen or anything. It's just kind of weird." "I think I get it. I understand that the situation with our...intimacy could be confusing." She looked at the floor and ran her fingers through her hair. "So if you think we should stop, we can." She got up, and as she started to walk, I held out my arm to stop her. "Thank you, Mandy. For everything." "You're welcome. You know, even though it was confusing, I knew that you were still my b*****r, Kenny, and that I loved you and you loved me, and whatever happened we wouldn't hurt each other." She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I gave her a hug as best I could. "So, okay, I guess that's ...