Brother, Interrupted - Part 2

A couple weeks had passed since I kept getting interrupted while trying to masturbate, and although I thought it was a finished ordeal, I was incorrect. I had masturbated a few times in that span and my sister didn't bug me, but on a Sunday afternoon her attitude reared its ugly head again. 

I was out in the garage doing some work on my bike (adjusting the brakes, lubing the chain and sprockets...simple stuff) when she came up the driveway with her friend from down the street. I kind of waved and her friend waved back, and when my sister saw it she said, "Oh, don't get too friendly with him, you're going to get his little guy excited." I told her to just go away, but her friend was confused. 

"Excited...what are you talking about?"

"Oh nothing...I just caught him masturbating the other day."

I stood up and stepped out into the driveway. "Would you shut the fuck up?"

This just egged her on. "It was gross. His thing was all hard and red, it even had sticky stuff hanging from the tip."

I took off one of my sandals and threw it at her, hitting her in the head. "Just leave me alone you ugly bitch!"

She picked it up and flung it back, missing me by a good two feet. "Don't get mad at me because you're a disgusting pervert! Let's go. He's probably gonna jerk off right here thinking about us." She stormed inside and her friend followed. 

I walked over and slid my foot back into my sandal and went back to finishing my bike. Truthfully though, her friend was dressed fairly provocatively for walking around the neighborhood; tight shorts, a belly shirt and bare feet. I admit just thinking about her was starting to turn me on, feeling my cock starting to stir around in my thin shorts. I just needed to clear my head and not think about it. 

Later on that evening I was with our mom in the living room and we were just sitting around watching TV, which was a pretty usual thing, especially on a lazy weekend in the middle of summer. They both came down and my mom stopped them to chat for a minute, asking about her parents, if they had any plans for the rest of the summer, stuff like that. The whole time they talked though, I kept glancing down at her feet. She kept shifting back and forth to each foot, flexing them and exposing her dirty soles from spending the day barefoot. I don't know if I have an actual foot fetish or not, but ever since I started puberty I had been paying more attention to girl's cute feet than their butts or breasts. After a few minutes they both walked out and, from the free show I had, I couldn't help but start getting kind of hard right then and there. The light gym shorts just accented my growing member. 

My sister walked back in and looked at me before walking by, and seeing the state I was in said loudly, "Oh...my...gosh...again? Really?!" Mom looked over and I bent forward, trying to hide my now fully hard erection. "It's nothing, just...don't look at it." My mom took a deep sigh. "Honey, just leave him alone. He can't help it when it happens." "Can't help it? He's hard because he keep staring at Sammy's feet." I looked up at them quickly like I just saw a ghost. "I wasn't staring at-" "Don't lie. I was watching you. Every two seconds you kept looking down at them. You were practically drooling. He's probably jerked off to our feet, too." I didn't know whether I was on the verge of tackling her or bursting into tears from embarrassment, so I just got up and walked by them to my room, not even attempting to hide the bulge in my shorts. Before I made it to my door I could hear my mom get on her case. "Why do you have to do that to him?" "Hey, don't blame me that he has no control." "He's growing up. It's going to happen and he doesn't need you making things worse." At least it gave me a little comfort knowing mom was on my side. 

A little while later I was just laying in my bed when mom came to the doorway. "Sweetie...I'm sorry your sister keeps giving you a hard time. She just...she likes to tease you and it's something she doesn't understand because she's not a boy." "I know. It's ok...I guess..." "No, it's not. But just try to ignore her and she might get bored and stop." "Ok. I'll try." "Good. And what she was saying...if you like looking at feet, that's ok too." Suddenly I felt my face burning from turning red so fast. "I don't- I don't look at feet, mom-" "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of people have a foot fetish and it's a completely normal thing. Ok?" "Ok...sure..." She smiled at me and said good night, I did the same and she went down to their bedroom. By that point it was starting to get a little late, and after the day I had I figured there was no reason to prolong it, so I stripped to my boxers, turned off my light and attempted to go to sleep. 

Sometime during the night, I woke up needing to pee, but I also had a full-bore erection. A tough combination to have to deal with. I walked down to the bathroom and, with some creative bending, took a nice long leak. Usually that will take care of my erection, but even after lying in bed for a few minutes it was still straining against my boxers. Assuming everyone was out for the night, I decided it was a good time to take care of some business. Slipping my boxers off, my hard penis sprang out and I tossed them on the floor. Just laying there naked with my legs spread open felt so, so good. I closed my eyes and took my cock in my hand, slowly stroking it. I let out a long exhale and my toes spread apart, the sensations growing in my belly and tender ball sack. It felt so nice to relax and masturbate, I didn't even realize that I was breathing harder and squirming around against my sheets. That is, until...

With my eyes being closed, I had no idea that she had come up to my door. I guess going to the bathroom woke her up and she heard me going at it. She whispered, "Holy shit, you really have no control, do you?" My eyes quickly opened and looked at her before closing my legs and rolling onto my side, now giving her a good look at my bare ass. "What are you doing?" "I thought it sounded like you were masturbating again. You need to see a doctor. A head doctor." "Just go away...please leave me alone." Before she walked away she said, "Here, these will help you get your rocks off you foot freak," pulling off her satin slippers and chucking them at me, both landing in my bed. Alone again, I couldn't even finish. I just pulled up the sheet, closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep naked and frustrated. 

The next morning when I woke up I needed to cum. No ifs ands or buts about it, I needed to blow a load. I got up and closed my door, got back in bed and started jerking again. I was probably at it for about 5 minutes when there was a loud knock on my door. Our parents were already gone for work so there was only one guess who it was. 

"What the fuck do you want?" 

"I want a brother who can keep his hands off himself!"

I had enough. I got up and stomped to the door and flung it open, not caring that I was naked with an erection. 

"Gee. Looks like you're masturbating again."

"Yeah? So what?"

"So what? You're such a perv. I'm surprised you could keep your hands off yourself long enough to open the damn door."

"You know what? Fine." Standing my ground, I took hold of my cock and started stroking it right in front of her. 

"What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing?"

"This is my room, and if I want to masturbate I'm gonna masturbate. So guess what? I'm gonna masturbate."

For the first time in her life she was speechless as I stood right in front of her jerking off. Even upping the ante, I walked backwards to my bed and grabbed one of her slippers, rubbing the toe against my balls as I stroked. Her jaw just dropped. 

"You're right. This is going to help me bust a nut. Right here on this slipper." She just watched as I jerked harder, rubbing her slipper all around my crotch. "Fuck, you better get ready, I'm gonna blow."

Still not saying a word, her eyes were wide and fixed on my fist pumping against my shaft. 

"Oh shit, here it comes. Ohhhh, all over it." Holding the slipper against the head of my cock...thick, creamy, gooey ropes of cum shot all over it. Her mouth just held slightly open as I emptied my balls all over her slipper. 

"You just..."

"Yup. I jerked off. On your slipper. I don't care. Tell mom, Sammy, the world...I don't care anymore and you're not embarrassing me about it anymore. 

Before she walked away I held it up to hand it back to her and she just said, "No...you can keep the slippers..." Slowly she walked back to her room, closing the door behind her. Heart pounding and feeling pride I had never felt before, I stumbled backwards and fell onto my bed. Feeling the other slipper under me, I pulled it out and slipped it onto my cock and started jerking again. It didn't take very long before I came again, filling this one with an equally large amount of cum. Finally satisfied, I laid there with my arms and legs spread wide open, the slipper still draped over my cock and my eyes closed with a big smile on my face.