Before y'all get judgemental on me. I did what I did, ok? You're not cool with it then pass on by and peace go with you.
Chris is my younger brother, and I was certain, the moment he hit his teens that he was going to be a world-class jerk. Sure enough, he was. Loud, crass and an utter dickhead. He wanted a motorbike when he was 16 and when my folks turned him down flat, he took a ride on his mates Harley....straight into a parked car.
He was in hospital for eight weeks. He broke his left shoulder, right arm and leg and had a ruptured spleen. (Whatever and wherever THAT is.) But it was when I saw him post op in the ICU that I realised how close he had come to dying. OK he is an asshole, but he's my kin.
As he recovered he got moved to a private room. Our folks are well and truly loaded, so money was no problem. I was reading to him one evening, and he was dozing a little, I guess. It was hot, as it always seems to be in hospital and he only had a sheet over him. It was also clear he had a hard-on. I noticed it and stopped reading. This of course, jerked him awake. He got angry in a blink. He started yelling at me about what the fuck did I THINK was gonna happen as he hadn't been able to take care of business for a while. Then, to my utter amazement, as quickly as the anger flared it died away, and he started to cry.
It wasn't even a conscious decision on my part. I just hugged him for a moment or two and then slid my hand under the sheet. Man, but he was hard! I couldn't close my fingers round it, but then I have kinda small hands. I started to jack him, and would have finished him off, but instead after only a few moments he said 'It's not gonna work. I need more than that.' Then he told me that he has never been able to cum on his own and always needs his girlfriend to either be there or have her panties. Of course since the accident we hadn't seen anything of her. (The bitch...slapping due later.) I have heard about some guys just not being able to do it, and well, he was pretty banged up. So, I stood up and slipped my own panties off. I told him to lie back and I put them to his nose. 'Think of them as Claire's' I said and resumed my jacking.
That got him going because suddenly there was pre cum. He was smelling them and then licking them, but it was only when he said 'Ohhh fuck Jo. Your pussy smells so good.' that suddenly, I knew. He had been using mine for years! Then he shot a massive load all over himself. I got my panties back off him and stuffed them in my bag.
Sitting in the car I got to thinking. I had jacked my own brother off, but not only that, I had let him smell and taste my pussy. AND, the little shit had obviously done it before. And before I knew it I was jilling off in the car.
Later, when he got home, I helped him out again. Claire has had her slap now, and of course wants nothing to do with my brother because he now has one leg shorter than the other and is not the perfect specimen she wants. Fuck her.
I would feel ok with jacking him off again, or with him fingering me should I need it.
I guess it can be like that.