Sibling Roomates
Our dad was a heavy equipment mechanic and repaired broken-down machinery on site, often at remote locations and at any time, day or night. Needless to say, he worked long hours and was not around too often. My stepmom, who I consider my mom due to my birth mom having nothing to do with me, drug problem, that's why my dad left her and could get full custody of me. She worked two jobs, one at a stable nursing home and the second as a living assistant that traveled to the homes of the elderly.
So all that to say, we mostly only had each other. Many a night, we would be alone. We taught ourselves how to feed ourselves, entertain each other, and comforted one another. There was even a time when we stole some bikes from the neighborhood bullies and taught each other how to ride them. We helped each other when we got hurt and would stay up way late into the night, just tell each other our thoughts, hopes, and dreams. Liz would often sleep in my bed because she would have bad nightmares, often about an unknown, shadowy figure chasing her while unable to find our parents or me.
Ok so cut to the present. Currently, living in my two-bedroom apartment and my roommate is deciding to move out. I can't afford the rent by myself and I'll have to find a roommate. I posted an online ad but haven't had much luck, mostly scams.
During a call with Liz, I mentioned that I'm trying to find a new roommate and fill her in on the details. She then responds by detailing me about her current mean, drama-filled roommates, which she completely hates. She then pauses before asking me if she could move and I could take down the ad, I say sure and she's been living with me for about a month.
Living with my sister is great. We have movie night nearly every night, with a bucket full of freshly microwaved movie butter popcorn. We take turns cooking and I admit Liz has far superior cooking skills, and it stayed that way until one night.
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Some light knocking on my door nudges me awake. I look at my alarm clock at its 1am.
"Jon. Are you awake"
I lie there still and quiet
"Please, I had a nightmare? Can I come in?"
"Liz? Hey, it's late."
"Yeah, I know. I'm just too scared to sleep alone. Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
"Yeah, that's fine, hold on."
I sleep naked and also keep the door locked. I find my discarded clothes from yesterday and put some of them on. I open the door and my sister greets me with a smile of relief. She's wearing an old shirt that used to be mine a long time ago; it goes past her thighs and is way too big for her.
"Come on in." I gesture with sweeping arms.
I get back in bed and turn on my back covering myself with a blanket. Liz curls up next to me, just like she did when we were little. It felt familiar and reassuring, we had gone through so much together and we would never lose our bond, I was her rock during hard times as she was mine.
In a low voice that I wasn't entirely sure was meant for me, I heard a faint whisper, "Thanks big brother" followed by a sniffle before she put her arm around me and her head nestled into my shoulder. My heart melted a little to be able to put my sister at ease.
I got woken up by her tossing and turning; it's cold and the blanket is nowhere to be found. My room is dimly lit, but I can see that her shirt is twisted up to her waist, she has nothing else on and her shaven pussy is on display and the bed has a noticeable wet spot. Her legs twist and stretch as if she is trying to escape something that has her bound. Moans and whimpers are coming from her "No... Stop... Not There... Unh, No."
I shake her gently: "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here."
Her body startles at my touch, her eyes open wide, and her hands fly between her legs, feeling around. I watch as she presses a finger into her pussy before bringing her fingers to her lips, using her tongue to taste it before giving a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank goodness it was only a dream." She bursts into tears and wraps her arms around me. "You're here, thank goodness, your here."
I stroked her hair, confused. I have questions, for sure, but right now, I know my sister needs comforting. "Yeah, I'm here, don't worry I'm here."
We lie back down, this time facing each other as our foreheads press together, just like how we would fall asleep countless times when we were younger. Liz starred, looking at me softly. I starred back, wondering what was going on in her head. Her face hasn't changed much; she has all the same facial expressions as I remember, just with a more refined and grown-up face.
"I see you still suffer from nightmares," I say lowly.
"They are worse now." She said. "Shadowy figures chase me as I try to find anyone to help me. When I can find no one, they eventually catch me and rip off my clothing and they rape me with disgusting things. Shoving objects in me like raw fish or moldy corn. The dream is vivid and it feels so real. The only way I can convince myself that it wasn't real is to give myself a taste."
--
I heard a knock on my door "Jon, can I sleep here again." The door opened. I must have not locked it.
"Wait, I need to put on some underwear."
She sees my boxers on the ground and throws them at me as she snuggles up next to me. Her hands are ice when she wraps her arm around my chest. I slide my boxers on from under the blanket.
She told me about this dream — it was an anxiety dream. That she would be naked somewhere and then someone ridicules her body for being weird. I didn't think her body was weird at all, Liz has an athletic build she was a cross-country runner in high school and maintained her lifestyle with daily five-mile or more runs.
"Why would someone ridicule your body," I said
"I don't know, they just do. I've only ever had one boyfriend. I just don't think I'm attractive"
"You are very attractive."
"Ok, now you're just saying that to make me feel better."
"No really. A lot of my friends only refer to you as my 'hot sister'," I put some sultry emphasis on hot sister.
I mimicked a few of my friends' voices "Hey what's your hot sister up to"
and "Why don't don't you bring your hot sister around" to be fair, she was very attractive.
I could see her think this over and smile a bit. I tried to change the topic to distract her.
"Hey Liz, remember when we stole those bikes and learned to ride them?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Danny and Jimmy stole them from someone else."
"And how we taught each other to ride them."
"Remember that one time you fell and mom and dad weren't around. I found that expired can of first-aid spray, you cried so much when I use it."
"Yeah, well, that stung more than scrapping my knee on the sidewalk."
There was a little bit of silence
"Remember when they made us take showers together?" said Liz
"Yeah, and how we both thought it was weird," I said without missing a beat.
"You thought it was weird, I was hurt and sad. I thought to myself: Jon doesn't like taking showers with me. He probably thinks my body is weird and disgusting."
"I didn't think that at all — I really just thought it was weird."
"We did everything together, why was it weird suddenly? I was so scared of taking showers alone the first year or so."
"And you never told me this? I thought we told each other everything?"
"Well, obviously I don't tell you everything you want to know about my cycle too?"
"Hey, I'm here for anything. Always," I hugged Liz tight. She seemed to relax at the thought of this, her face relaxed, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
--
I woke up with a morning erection. I tried to adjust myself turning slowly away from her on my side so that my sister wouldn't notice, but instead woke up Liz in the process and the first thing she noticed was my erection.
She laughed at the sight of it "Ok, your turn to tell me everything. Why is your little guy awake? What were you thinking of last night?"
"Sometimes I just get them."
"You weren't having any wet dreams about me thinking about the naked dream I told you about? If you are, don't worry I take it as a compliment."
She changed her tone "So I'm curious, what do you do if you get one?"
"Usually nothing, I just relax and let it go away on its own."
"What? No, no, no my old roommates would say if guys don't take care of their problem, they develop blue balls and it causes physical discomfort and hurts your chances of having kids in the future. So I fully expect you to take care of that for my future nieces and nephews."
I looked at her with raised eyebrows and gave a long drawn out "Noooooo"
She took out her phone. "What kind of porn are you into?" She typed away at her phone, then turned it to me, showing me a clip of a man and woman, having sex doggy style. The man was thrusting violently and the woman squealed in pleasure.
"No, really, I'm fine. It'll go away, then I'll just be normal. Of course I'm a little horny, but it'll pass. But you showing me two people doing doggy isn't helping."
She looked at me a bit saddened "I never went past kissing my one and only boyfriend. So, I'm a little curious. Is a morning erection different from a normal erection?" She put her phone in my face, showing a man licking a woman between her thighs.
I pushed the phone out of my face. "Come on, you can stop now"
She typed with renewed energy "You're not into this, are you? It's all one of my roommates ever talked about, she said her boyfriend loved this."
I watched a clip of a woman using a strap-on on a man. I was more intrigued than anything. The man was lying on his back and he seemed to be enjoying himself as the woman thrust into him. She also appeared to be enjoying herself.
She grinned, "Oh, you are. Naughty brother. Well, don't you worry, your secret is safe with me. Can I watch as you take care of yourself?"
"What? No. I'm going to take a shower"
"Come on, we've seen each other naked before."
She pouted as I got up and, with what dignity I had left, walked to the bathroom in just my boxers, with my erection on full display.
I went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water flow all over me. My erection wasn't really going away. Closed my eyes to focus, but could only imagine Liz in her naked dream as she walked about public places as bits of her bounced and jiggled.
Surprised, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, the warmth of the water replaced by the warmth of skin against mine, a pair of soft breasts pressing into my chest being lead by two hard objects, her nipples.
Liz had entered the shower with me.
She just stood there, holding me. My erection still standing at attention trapped between us. I was painfully aware of how close my genitals were to hers my erection reminded me.
"Hey, Liz..."
She interrupted me half sobbing "I was only teasing, don't leave me like that, and I hope you don't think my body is too weird and disgusting to take a shower with."
I wrapped my arms around her, hugging back. "No, no, that's not it. Look, I just want you to be happy, and now that we are adults..."
She cut me off again. "Taking a shower with you makes me happy. Sometimes being an adult sucks, this reminds me of the carefree days when we were kids"
She spun around, wiggling her shoulders with a devious smile, then starting to sing "never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down"
"Never gonna run around and desert you" I finished
We had a great laugh and it felt like when we were kids together. We hugged again in the shower, just like we did so many times long ago.
Liz whispered "thanks, I know, this is weird, but being an adult is hard. Sometimes I wish we were kids again, just the two of us taking care of each other's needs"
"I get it here and let me help wash your back," I said
She turned around and I washed her back. As I washed her back, as I've done countless times when we were younger, I didn't think much of it, but then I started to think, is it still acceptable now that we are adults.
Liz faced me "Turn around, I'll do yours" one hand washed as another traced her soapy fingers against my skin. She danced them up my spine slowly, one vertebra at a time. The sensation sent tingles throughout my body. "We used to bathe and shower all the time, hell, we didn't even really need to pay attention to biology class. Remember that time we were so curious how the other peed?"
I laughed. "Yeah you thought since you were younger than me you hadn't grown your penis yet, you had me check where yours was."
She said, "How about the time you convinced me that a bee sting was like a jellyfish sting and you wanted me to pee on your arm."
We both laughed.
She continued, "What we went through, you are not just my brother, you are my best friend and, in a weird way, an extension of myself. Let me explain: I don't know how to take care of myself that well, but I know how to take care of you. It feels like if I can do everything to make you happy and take of your needs, you'll do the same for me."
Liz pressed her body against mine, her soapy breasts now pressed up against my back. Her fingers slid around me to my chest and slowly traveling down my body. Tingles all over my body now as she whispered, "So let me take care of your problem," as her hand wrapped around my still-hard erection.
At this moment, I let all my inhibitions go. I had a moment of clarity. Her words seemed to make perfect sense: it was easier to take care of Liz than it was to take care of myself. If I knew she was happy, then I would be happy as if she could telepathically transfer happy thoughts directly to me. When she smiled, the sight of it would instantly bring a smile to my face. Her being an extension of myself was exactly the way to describe it. If she really wanted to do this for me and this made her happy, then I should embrace it.
"You're so big and hard, is this normal? I read guys need to masturbate at least once a day to stay healthy," her hand squeezed lightly as she slowly moved it up and down.
I didn't respond. It felt too good. I took it all in, every small sensation that was happening. I felt her hard, soapy nipples bounce into me, timed with the rhythm of her motions. Her soft cheek was to mine as she was peering over my shoulder, taking in everything I had to offer.
"I've been reading about technique, I want to be ready when I get a boyfriend. Be brutally honest if you like it " she began, twisting her hand as she moved down my shaft and flicked her wrist at the tip.
I moaned in response, it felt so good.
"Oh I think you like it." she said, then whispered into my ear, "I'm so happy you like it" followed by a kiss on my cheek.
She takes my hand in hers, interlocking our fingers. She begins to pick up the rhythm, stroking back and forth, squeezing my tip at the end of each stroke.
"Come on big brother. Will you cum for me? I want to see"
Her voice sent tingles through my body. I thought of nothing else except wanting to show my sister how I orgasm. If she wanted it, I wanted it more. My knees get shaky and weak. Liz holds steady helping me maintain my balance. I begin to spasm in her grip.
"Yesssssss," she said with a drawn-out hiss. "Come on, show your sister how her brother cums."
I feel it deep down, somewhere in the pit of my stomach a tiny match was lit, the flame was small but it was there nonetheless. I could feel the heat of the flame growing steady with each of her strokes against me as if she was teasing a hungry fire one dried leaf at a time. My flame was no longer satisfied with single leaves, she knew it too and her intensity increased. The hungry fire grew hot and consumed everything my sister threw at it.
The flames pulled back, I gained a moment of clarity. I looked to the left as my sister had her head over my shoulder eagerly looking down at her handy work.
I thought to myself this was really happening. It wasn't a dream or fantasy. I was going to cum at the hand of my sister and it was all real. I looked at her face before fixating on her focused eyes, full of energy and excitement. She noticed my gaze and looked back. She looked directly at me searching into my eyes then smiled sincerely.
At the start of my sister's next stroke, I went limp. A worried look started to form as we faced one another.
Midway through her stroke, my erection had returned to full force. Relief washed over her face followed by pure excitement, she bit the right side of her lip in anticipation.
At the end of the stroke, the fire that was held in the pit of my stomach could no longer be contained. The flames grew hot and traveled throughout my entire body, causing my knees to buckle. Every single nerve was suddenly awakened and aware of its surroundings. The warm water beat against my skin. My sister's bare flesh pressed against mine. Her chin resting on my shoulder, her cheek pushed into my own, one hand intertwined in mine the other hand wrapped around my member.
I let the fire consume me.
In her hands, my erection spasmed and strings of thick white cum shot over and over. Each stroke brought forth more and more. Her gaze shifted downwards with sheer utter delight as if someone had told her she won the lottery. I closed my eyes and road out the orgasm, it seemed to have lasted hours.
She continued stroking gently. I could feel myself still oozing out cum.
She finally broke the silence, "Wow. That looked like a lot. Way more than anything I've seen in a video."
She doesn't stop stroking until I go limp her hand. "All better now?"
"Yeah all better now, thanks Liz"
"As your sister, I have a vested interest in your health. We've always taken care of each other."
I look at her and I see not just my sister, there's more so much more. As the water trickles down her body, washing away some of the soap, I get a full view of everything her body has to offer. She raises her hand to her face and sniffs it. She then licks off some of my cum still on her hand and smacks it around with her tongue, as if trying to check the flavor.
"I think we're good. Doesn't taste like rotten fish or moldy corn."
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