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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
that," I said. "I guess so." She started to step away, but paused and turned back. "You know, you still have at least a week before you get the bandages off. If you decide you do need...some more help...just let me know." "Even though I said..." She just kind of nodded solemnly. "You know, Mandy, I don't think I've ever told you this, but you're just...a really good person." "Thank you, Kenny." I had meant what I said when I said it, and had every intention of it ending right there. The rest of the afternoon trudged by; I spent most of it watching crap on TV. Mom and Dad came home; I ate dinner bite by bite, watched some more TV, and finally got helped getting ready for bed. Friday morning hit, and more than anything, I was bored. I was so sick of watching TV, sick of day-time dramas and the asinine talking heads on Sports center always trying and failing to be funny. but there was little else I could do. Except think. My mind wandered much of the morning, remembering in detail all three times my s****r had jerked me off, remembering my admission and how she'd reacted. And despite some effort, remembering her offer to continue. Mandy just kept being so blasted nice to me, attending to my every need, always so sweet without even a twinge of impatience or annoyance. All without making a single mention of what had happened or my dick itself, despite its regular, obvious presence in my loose shorts when she was around. I knew she'd ... respect my request, and would never bring it up again if I didn't. Lunches were always uncomfortable, at least for me. Mandy would ask what I wanted and work hard to make whatever it was, despite a lack of resources at home, and then cut it up and feed to me, bite by bite. I always felt so bad for her, and for myself. I had to fill that time with something, just for distraction. "You know, Mandy, you're a terrible liar." "What?" She looked concerned, not used to being called a liar, even a bad one. "Wednesday night, when you told Mom and Dad about my shower." "Oh. Yeah, that was pretty hard." After helping me take a shower, and jerking me off in the process, she'd been worried about covering. Not long after they'd gotten home, she'd simply gone up to them and blurted out that she'd help me take a shower, but that she only set stuff up and hadn't seen anything, and that I hadn't used any soap because I couldn't use my hands. "I hadn't been worried about them suspecting anything until you started talking." "Sorry. I'm not used to lying, I guess I kind of panicked." We laughed. "Well, a hint for next time: if you're trying to hide something, don't just blurt out every detail you've come up with right out the gate. Don't say anything until they ask first. Especially for you, since they're not going to suspect you of anything." "I just don't like lying. It's uncomfortable." "I know. You know, I'm not sure I can even ...