Told To Me By A Friend

Dani is 18 and she is a typical goofy teenager. She's tall, slim, small-boobed like me, and looks good no matter what she is wearing. I went to her place this afternoon because, well, I’m not good company on my own right now.

We chatted...usual girly stuff, period, guys, sex, and then she asked me if she could tell me something. I said sure, and she took a deep breath before almost blurting out, "My brother and I... we masturbate together." She let it hang there like a sword in the air, watching to see if I would flinch. Then she went on to give me the details.

They started getting close when she was 14, around the time her mum took up with a new boyfriend... five weeks after her dad had died. Nothing more than accidental touching at first. Dani suspected her mum had been seeing this guy before her dad even got sick, and after that, she and her mum became distant.

"By the time I was 15, I was barely speaking to either of them. My brother, James, hated the situation too. We’d spend hours together, either in his room or mine. One day, mum and Geoff had gone out for the afternoon to one of those sun clubs. You know, naturist clubs... I don’t think they’re really naturist—I think they’re sex clubs, honestly. Anyway, they were gone, and James and I were in my room. It was hot as hell. I was in just my bra and panties. James was in his boxers. We were talking about what mum and Geoff were doing. James was angry—he said he could picture her flat on her back, spread out in front of strangers, getting fucked by Geoff. He sounded so dark, so bitter, I wanted to lighten it. So I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and said in a fake moan, 'Ohh, fuck me Geoff. Fuck me hard.'

James cracked a smile. Then he got this mock-stern look, like Geoff, and said, 'Yes, Ellen. I’m going to fuck you… in front of everyone. I’m going to ruin you.' He started moving his hips like he was fucking the air, still fully dressed. I laughed, but then... I don’t know. Something shifted. I kept going, whispering, 'Yes, yes, fuck me...', but now it wasn’t a joke. I could feel my clit throbbing. I looked at James—he was breathing heavier, staring at me, one hand resting on the bulge in his boxers.

And then he said, ‘Can I… stay? Just… watch? Or… I don’t know… do it too?’

My heart pounded. I nodded.

He didn’t touch me.

But he pulled his boxers down slowly, revealing his cock already half-hard. I slipped my panties to the side and started rubbing my clit. He watched me. I watched him. We didn’t speak. Just touched ourselves, in the same room, to the same fantasy—the one we’d made up about our mum and Geoff.

It was the most intense thing I’d ever felt.

Not because he touched me… but because he saw me. Because we were both so broken, so angry, and for once, we weren’t alone.

The first time I came like that—with him jerking off across the room—I cried. Not from shame. From relief.

After that, it became our thing. Every time we were alone, we’d lock the door. No rules. No pressure. Just… mutual release. Sometimes I’d touch my tits while he stroked himself. Sometimes he’d cum first, and I’d keep going, using the sound of his breathing, the sight of his hips twitching, to push me over.

We never touched each other. Never kissed. Never went further. But God, Claire… it felt like the only real thing in my life."

Up to this point she had been looking away from me, but now our eyes met. I said, "Dani... that is the horniest thing I've ever heard. I could masturbate right here and now just from what you've told me. I’m so fucking wet."

Dani said, "Well, there's a little bit more, but if you need to rub yourself, that’s cool." So I slipped a hand up my skirt and into my panties and waited.

"So, James and I kept it just like that. Mutual. Private. Safe. But when I turned 18… I noticed Geoff looking at me differently. Like he knew. He’d brush against me, ‘accidentally’ graze my ass, and I’d feel him hard. It creeped me out at first. Then… I got curious. I started wearing tight clothes, short shorts. Mum hated it. Said it wasn’t respectful. Whatever. Men notice these things.

One night, I was downstairs watching a horror movie. Mum had gone to bed. James was staying at a friend’s. It was just me and Geoff. A jump-scare made me yelp, and he put his arm around me. Then his hand slid under my dress, cupped my tit… and I didn’t stop him.

Long story short—we fucked on the living room floor. It was messy. Guilty. But I needed to feel wanted.

Geoff’s gone now. Left mum. But James and I? We still jerk off in the same room. It’s… our language. Our way of saying ‘You’re not alone.’"

Dani wasn’t surprised when I came in my panties either. She still does it with James, just the way they started.

She seemed surprised that I wasn’t shocked. "They both felt isolated," I said. "And I get it. I really do. I think there’s way more sibling stuff like this than people admit. Not full sex… but closeness. Mutual release. Masturbating together. I suspect it happens more than we talk about."

"I asked Dani if she felt horny… right there and then. She said she did. I know Dani is totally straight, and while part of me wished I could feel another girl’s lips on mine, I respected that. Instead, I said, ‘Let’s both go for it. See who cums first.’

Dani slipped her hand between her legs. So did I.

We didn’t touch. Just watched each other. Smiled. Breathing heavier. I could’ve come fast—but I wanted to savor it. I stared at the wet spot growing on her shorts, imagining how she’d taste, how her fingers would feel… if only.

Then, with a soft gasp, she came. Her back arched, toes curling. I kept rubbing, picturing her and James in her room, both touching themselves in silence, both lost in the same storm… and that image sent me over the edge.

Afterward, we both just… laughed. Like we’d shared something sacred."

On the way home, I realized two things. For the last four hours, I had not thought about Amy. The moment I did, the awful deep ache of loss began to weigh me down. I have to do something about this… and not just with sex. There must be something I can say or do to fix this. I need to think.