[Trucker28]

About twenty-five minutes later Sara lightly knocked at my door. “Yeah, come in.”

“Is anyone coming?” she asked meekly.

“Pun intended?”

It took her a minute. “Don’t be gross.” She made a face.

“If you think that’s gross, maybe you’ll do better with Emma.”

She made a huffing growling noise that showed her annoyance with me.

“Just, what did you find out?”

“Tyler and Caleb are busy and Hayden has a girlfriend. He is always over there lately.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” she accused.

“What do you want me to do, tweet out - My sisters giving hand jobs. First Come, first Cum?” I kidded.

She glared at me.

Finally, I tried my plan. “Listen, I have an idea. If the picture is taken from the guys point of view, I guess, I could help you out. You don’t have to tell her who it is, do you?”

Her eyes just blankly stared. Then she turned and left the room without a word.

“I hear it’s a little fishier than chicken!” I called after her.

It took her five more minutes to come back. “You really want your sister to…” she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“I’m just trying to help you out. Do you have any other choices in the next half hour?” I asked.

“Brandon, this is just sick,” she spat.

“Just imagine I’m Bieber or someone.”

“As if you could ever look that good.”

She turned again in my doorway. Not looking at me she stated, “It has to be in my room, she’s seen your room and will know.”

Holy shit this might just happen. I got up slowly, not to overly eager, and headed to her room. The overall pinkness and One Direction posters were annoying, but I went in and sat on the bed. She wasn’t looking at me she was facing her closet door. I let her go at her own speed. Work up her courage. It seemed like five minutes but it was probably only one. Finally she turned.

“Well?” she questioned. I guessed she thought I would be naked and waiting for her.

“I’m not getting naked alone,” I stated calmly.

“Seriously, you want to see me nude?” Sara asked.

“Of course, perks of me being a used, to help you.” I stated.

She took a deep breath then lifted her tank tops, both at the same time. She, like myself, has a light olive skin from our mother’s Italian family. Her flat smooth stomach looked amazing as she slowly, teasingly revealing her white bra. I knew from doing the laundry that she wore a 32a. The padding was thick, not exposing and skin underneath. There was a slight bulge at the top of the bra and I had remembered overhearing my mom telling her it was almost time for a b cup.

I realized I was staring. She was waiting. I peeled of my shirt.

She then unbuttoned her jean shorts and wiggled them down. They were very tight and she had to stop and pull her underwear back up because they were coming down too. When they finally hit the ground she stepped out of them and waited for my turn. I lifted my butt off her pink flowered comforter and pulled my khaki cargo shorts off. My hard-on was down the right leg of my boxers pushing up against the thin materials.

She reached behind her, then turned away. Her round ass looked great in her white cotton panties. I had seen her in panties thousands of times, but this was supper hot. She dropped the bra to the floor as I was still caught up in her ass. She looked back then quickly pulled the panties down and stood back up, too quick to see anything between her legs. Her tan lines were left over from summer many months ago. That was normal for both of us. She stayed with her back to me arms folded across her chest. “Your turn,” she said quietly.

I stood and lid my boxers off, my erection springing to full height then sat back down on the bed.

“Last chance to back out,” I wasn’t sure if she was talking me or herself. She took another deep breath then turned around. Damn! She was so hot! Her arms were still shyly across her chest, but she was not blocking the small tuft of brown pubic hair above a hint of a crease between her tightly closed legs.

When my gaze finally moved up to her face, her eyes were wide. “It’s so much bigger that Emma’s.”

I couldn’t help myself, “Emma’s got a dick!” I exclaimed.

“You know what I mean,” she laughed.

Talk about a confidence boost. I’m really not that big, just compared to the one in her friend’s picture I was huge.

She just stood there. “We are going to need your phone, right?” I asked.

She found it on her dresser and handed it to me, still awkwardly trying to cover her small boobs.

I wanted to just stare at her but I had to keep to the rest of my plan. I slid back to the middle of the bed and laid back. I made sure all of the sounds were off on her phone. The bed trembled as she climbed up on to my legs.

“We only need one picture, ok,” she whispered.

I found her pic of Emma and sent it to my phone.

“I want to get a good one though,” I said, “right when I cum.”

“Do we really have to go that far?”

“Of course,” I claimed, “it has to be realistic. She won’t believe it if we don’t.”

Sara let out an exasperated sigh and finally lowered her arms. I took the first pic making sure to get her face, tits and my dick in the shot. I also sent it to my phone. Man she’s too nervous to realize what I’m up to.
Her small, shapely tits were better than I expected. A little paler than her shoulders or stomach. They were small round mounds resting on rib cage. A darker small areola was peaked by a hard nipple jutting out towards me.

“Don’t laugh,” she pleaded.

“Are you kidding? You are hot.”

“They’re too small, and mom’s are small too. I don’t think they will ever get bigger.”

“They are perfect,” I assured her. She made a thin smile. This seemed to ease her mind.

“I don’t know what to do,” she stated.

“Start by touching it.”

She reached out with a trembling hand, finger tips lightly touching my cock. “It’s warm,” she cooed. Sara’s finger tips slid gently from the base to the
head. Crap, I hope I can last more than a few minutes. Her fingers circled my cock gripping it lightly. “Seriously, this thing is scary,” she claimed, “I’ve never had more than two fingers where this thing is supposed to go.” The thought of it being mine to go there was a little scary to me too. A hand job was one thing. Was she thinking about sex with me, or just a cock in general? I had to push that from my mind to keep a little control.
She held it with both hands like a baseball bat. “Emma’s pic had less poking out when she was only using one hand,” she stated with a little bit of wonder in her voice.

“You’ve never watched porn?” I probed.

“No, gross, Emma’s parents’ have the same kind of blocks dad has on our computers.”

“Really, I know how to get past those if you want to watch some time. Dicks come in all sizes, like boobs.”

“Let’s just get done with this shit first.” She scolded.

Her hands stared moving slowly, gripping tighter. I stared a video. Her gorgeous tits jiggled slightly with her hand movement. I tried to just enjoy it watching her face directly. I didn’t want her to know I was taping. She was fixated on my cock, like the rest of me wasn’t there at all.
A small uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. I seemed to startle her, like she just remembered I was there. “Are you ok?” she questioned.
I nodded approval.

Her hand began to move faster. Her tits too.

“Are you cumming?” she asked. There was pre cum forming at the tip.

“It leaks a little before it happens,” I stated my breath getting shorter. Shit! I didn’t want to talk during the video. I’ll have to edit the sound out.

She giggled. “I heard on a TV show a mom tell her daughter that guys dribble before they shoot. I didn’t get it until just now.” She was smiling. It looked great on the video and it felt even better but I needed her to stop. I didn’t want to finish this soon.

“It’s starting to hurt,” I groaned.

She stopped, “Did I do something wrong?” Sara sounded upset.

“No, it is just dry, you could use your spit or your mouth,” I suggested.

“Eww! Don’t be nasty!” she squealed.

“Just get the lotion from the bathroom, the kind that’s not scented.”

She looked much younger as she hopped of the bed and darted out her door into the hallway. Her little boobies first, then her tight ass bounced across the room. I followed her with the camera. I hoped she would have a little trouble finding the lotion; I wanted a moment to relax from by impending orgasm. I stopped the video and sent that to my email. It was still uploading when she raced back in. Damn, when did she become so eager?