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First Hand Job

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First Hand Job by The first hand-job I ever got from someone other than myself was from my stepsister who was about 5 or 6 years older than me. It only happened once, but it's a memory that has lasted a life time. At the time this took place, she was 18; I had just turned 13. My bedroom was directly across the hall from my stepsister, Lynn. Her bedroom furniture was arranged in such a way that her dresser attached) was angled in the corner so that from my bedroom I could see most of her room. Shortly after we had all moved in together, I was treated to sights of Lynn dressing and undressing. Whenever the parents weren't home, she rarely closed her bedroom door. It didn't dawn on me until later that this was more than coincidental - she obviously was doing this on purpose as she always closed the door when they were home. The first time I saw her, she was changing her clothes off to the side of the room and thanks to the mirror I got my first glimpse of naked female flesh. Not much to see from that angle; a quick view of her ass, profile of her tits, but WOW! This was definitely cool. Several more of these quick flashed happened before I got the big payoff. One night while the parents were out, she stood right in front of the mirror. From the mirror, I got a great view of her boobs which were at least 36 C's, a great brown hair bush (which confirmed that she was not a natural blonde), and pointing directly at me - her ass, which was a bit on the fat side,but I didn't care. I could see everything! And then...she caught me looking. Looking into the mirror while she was admiring her own boobs, she saw me looking from my bedroom. She didn't care. For a twelve-year old boy, this was hard to understand. I had no idea what exhibitionism was all about, so I couldn't understand why she kept on standing there totally naked when I know for sure she had caught me looking. My voyeuristic stories are not the reason I'm writing. It was what happened the following summer that opened up a whole new world for me. Lynn and one of her friends had plans one summer day to go to one of the local swimming clubs. My Mom asked if it would be okay if she could take me along with them. Although I'm sure she had better things to do than have me tagging along, Lynn was pretty cool about it. She pretty much let me do what I wanted at the pool while she and her friend were checking out the guys. We spent the better part of the day there, and when it was time to go home we drove back still wearing our bathing suits. Upon entering the house, Lynn looked at me and said: "Looks like you got too much sun. We better take care of that before it really begins to hurt.Go take a cold shower and when you come out, I'll put some cold creme on your sunburn." This made sense to me since I could feel that my shoulders and upper back were a little sore. So I took the shower and came out with a towel around my waist. She was waiting for me in my bedroom. Her friend was still in Lynn's bedroom getting changed I suppose. Lynn told me to lie on the bed so she could put the cold creme on my back. She began to apply the creme to my upper back. It was very soothing, and I thought it was nice of her to do this for me. She rubbed the creme down lower on my back and told me I'd have to loosen my towel so she could get down to the small of my back. I told her I didn't think I was sunburned there, but she said she could see pink skin there. Okay, I thought, and loosened the towel so she could get at my lower back. She spent a little time rubbing the creme there under the towel, and then put a little on my thighs and calves. At that point, her friend comes into the room and says to Lynn, :"Having fun?" Lynn says: "Yeah, wanna help?" Then she tells me to roll over so they could get my chest and legs in the front. You have to believe me that I was very naive as a thirteen year old and had no idea that this was a not-so-innocent encounter. I actually believed that this was just Lynn trying to do something nice for her stepbrother. I rolled over and kept the towel draped over my middle. Lynn says to her friend to rub the creme on my chest while she worked on my legs. Her friend started around my shoulders while Lynn began putting the creme on my feet,shins, and knees. All the time they were doing this, they were giving each other looks and grins. I knew there was some girl thing going on, but I wasn't aware of what they were up to. Then they began to work toward the middle with Lynn working on my thighs and her friend working on my stomach.That's when I started to get an erection. I had entered puberty around 11, already was fairly developed, and had already learned how to masturbate and had begun to ejaculate semen. But I had not made the connection yet as to what my bodily changes meant and what it had to do with sex and females. All I knew was that I was lying on my back in front of two older girls and my dick was starting to get hard. I was petrified. I couldn't let them see my dick get hard. I didn't know what to do. Should I roll over on my back? Run to the bathroom? My dick was getting hard real fast as their hands move closer to it. Lynn noticed the towel rising and said (and I can still hear her saying this) "Is little brother getting a boner?", in sort of a mock-surprise voice. "Look", she said to her friend, "my little brother is getting a boner!" Now I'm really feeling mortified. Her friend says: "You're right, he is." Looking back on it, I realize now I had been set up. Their voices were just a little too phony sounding as if they knew all along they were going to do this, but at that time I was clueless. All I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. I couldn't believe they were staring at my dick and talking about boners. I didn't even know girls knew about boners. And here they were, looking and talking about it. I was paralyzed from a combination of fear and excitement. Then, Lynn reached under the towel and squeezed my dick. All of this was happening way too fast, and things were beyond my control. She said. "Jesus, he's so hard. Little brother is growing up." They both giggled, and I must have blushed several shades of red at this point. She was talking about my dick. Then she tells her friend, "Go ahead, feel it." Oh my God, I thought. She's going to touch it too! With that, Lynn threw the towel aside and they both toyed with my dick awhile, making comments about it. Then Lynn began stroking it, sort of like the way I did when I played with myself. What did she know about beating off, I wondered. I knew girls didn't have dicks and I couldn't figure out how she knew about boners and beating off. I had no idea why she was doing this or why they both seemed to be getting enjoyment doing this to me. I was extremely embarrassed on the one hand, yet part of me was really enjoying the attention and how Lynn's hand felt so good stroking my dick. It didn't take long for me to come, and as I did, both girls watched me and gave each other little amused grins. It was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The girls took off to Lynn's bedroom and I could hear them whispering and giggling behind the closed door. Looking back on this event after many, many years, I realize fully the little game Lynn was playing with me. And I've come to the conclusion that she was a control freak. She never gave me another handjob the entire time she lived with us, but she had me eating out of the palm of her hand. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her in hopes she would do me again. And she knew it too. In some ways, I became her little slave.