Hello again, it seems that my last post gained some attention and that some of you wanted a part two, so here we go. Enjoy.
Where to start? Okay, so, a week passed and nothing really happened. Our parents weren’t acting any different, neither was Chris, so it was safe to assume that he hadn’t told them what we done, what I done…thank God. Mum or dad bathed Chris as usual and life was normal…until the following week. It was a Tuesday around 8:30, dad was still at work and it was just me, Chris and mum at home. Mum was helping Chris bathe and I was in my room, on my phone messaging my friend Stacey. I was wearing a comfortable, loose-fitting top and some shorts. My door flung open and mum came in looking flustered and stressed.
Mum: “Sarah, can you put Chris to bed please? The shop closes soon and I forgot to get milk. I’ll be back before 9.”
Me: “Yeah, of course. Bye mom.”
Mum: “Thank you sweetie. Bye.”
I got out of my bed and heard mom drive away. I walked down the hall and into Chris’ room, and seen him sitting on his bed, already dressed, playing with his teddy. His quilt was on the floor and the sheet needed to be fixed.
Chris: “Hey…Sa..rah”
Me: “Hey Chris, what did you do to your bed? It’s a mess.”
Chris: “S..sorry. I didn’t..mean…to.”
Me: “It’s okay, no need to apologise. I’ll tidy it up for you. Can you get off the bed please?
Chris: “Okay…”
Chris stood up, walked over to his other toys and sat down beside them. I walked over to his bed, fixed his sheet and threw his quilt on his bed. I fixed it, tidied it and pulled them back to make it easier for him to get into bed.
Me: “There, all tidy. You can get back in now.”
Chris: “Thanks…s..sis.”
Me: “You’re very welcome.”
Chris walked back over, got into bed, positioned his teddy beside him and pulled the covers over himself. I walked over to the door, turned the lights off and went to say goodnight…but he spoke first.
Chris: “Sis…uh…can you…do that…thing again?”
Me: “What thing?”
Chris: “Touch…my…willy. It..felt…gre…great last time.
Me: “I told you Chris, we shouldn’t be doing that. It’s wrong, plus mum will be back soon. She’s only going to the shops.”
Chris: “Please…sis? Just…this once.”
I couldn’t say no to him. He sounded so innocent and just wanted to feel good. I could see the light from the hall shining on his face, he looked sad.
Me: “*sigh* Okay, Chris but just this once.”
Chris: “Yay!”
I turned the light back on and walked over to him, he was smiling from ear to ear and looked so happy. It made me feel happy too. I sat down beside him and pulled the sheets back, revealing his small bulge in his pants. I placed my hands on it and squeezed, feeling the shape of his small soft cock.
Me: “Are you ready?” *I say jokingly.”
Chris: “Uh…yes.”
Me: “Here we go…”
I pulled his trousers down, and rubbed his bulge up and down. I look up and he’s somehow smiling ever more and looks so happy. I pull down his boxers, revealing his now semi-hard cock, and take hold of his shaft. I begin to slowly stroke him, feeling him harden and grow in my hand; it was kind of thrilling. I bend down slightly to get a better look at what I’m doing and continue to stroke him.
Chris: “Uhh…mmm…that…feels…gr..great sis.”
Me: “I’m sure it does.”
I continue to stroke him, pulling his foreskin back revealing his pink head and then hiding it again. I get an idea. I stop stroking.
Me: “Hey Chris, look at this.”
Chris: “What sis?”
I pull his foreskin back revealing his head, and then hide it again.
Me: “Peek a boo!”
I do it again.
Me: “Peek a boo!”
Chris: *laughing* “It’s like a game…sis. You’re…playing…peek a boo…with…my willy.”
Me: “Yep, it’s fun.”
I continue to stroke him, getting faster and faster.
Chris: “Sis…woah…that feels…so…good. Wow…sis…I can see…your…boobies.”
I hear Chris moaning and laughing when he’s talking and then it hits me, he could see my boobies through my shirt. My nipples had hardened and were on view for him to see and he was loving it.
Me: “Oh, sorry Chris I didn’t realise.”
Chris: “Can…I..see them?”
Me: “Umm…sure, just don’t tell mom or dad.”
Chris: “Okay…”
I let go of Chris’ cock and took hold of my shirt. A thought came to mind, if I’m gonna show him them I may as well have some fun with it.
Me: “Chris look at my boobies!”
I quickly lifted up my shirt, flashing him, and then pulled it back down again.
Chris: “Wow sis…they’re nice looking…can I see them again.”
Me: “Sure.”
I lifted up my shirt again, flash him, and pull it back down. Assuming that he’s gonna ask me to show them again, I decided to take my shirt off.
Chris: “Woahh…I like them.”
Me: “Good.”
I take hold of his cock again and start stroking it, feeling the heat coming off if it. A minute later, I feel him get slightly harder and hear him start to breath heavily…he’s gonna cum. I tighten my grip and stroke him even faster, causing him to moan and laugh even more. His balls tighten and he explodes…he shoots his white-ish cum all over my hand and on himself. It’s a big load for his age.
Chris: “Wow…that was…even better than…last time…t..thanks.”
Me: “You’re very welcome, now it’s bed time.”
Chris: “Whatever…you say…ssis.”
I used my t-shirt to clean my hands and his softened cock before pulling his boxers and trousers back up. I grab his bulge again, squeezing it just enough to be pleasurable without any pain.
Me: “Now Chris, this is our little secret okay. Don’t tell mom or dad or anyone about this, okay?”
Chris: “Okay sis…you..can trussst…me.”
Me: “Good.”
I squeezed his bulge one more time, kissed his forehead and walked to the door. I turn off the lights, for the second time, and tell him goodnight. I walked back into my room and put on another shirt, and that’s when I heard mum pulling in.
The End.
