Date: Thu, 02 Jul 1998 15:33:32 PDT
From: J.O. Dickingson <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Andrew and Tina (t/t) (Incest, Masturbation, H.S)

                        Andrew and Tina
             (A True Brother/Sister Jerk Off Story)

     Andrew got up early as was his habit every morning.  He stretched and
yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.  Throwing the covers off, he
swung his feet to the floor and looked down with a smile.  His tangas were
bulging out with a morning erection, another common occurrence for the
sixteen-year-old Finnish boy.  Normally he would drape a towel over his
shoulder and hold it at the ready in case he needed to flip it over his
groin to hide his condition, but this morning he did not bother.  His
parents had gone to work and his brother and three sisters were all sound
asleep.  Still half asleep himself, he padded silently down the hallway to
the washroom, his night erection tenting out his tangas and proceeding like
a silent scout.  He would shower and perhaps surf the net for a while in
search of hot pictures, or maybe he would check out the chat room.  Then he
would prepare breakfast for the rest of the family, another common habit of
his.
     Entering the bathroom, Andrew paused to look at himself in the mirror.
A cool, sexy- looking boy grinned back at him, naked except for the flimsy
pants that had barely enough crotch cloth to cover his genitals, and a
narrow strip of cloth that extended between his ass cheeks.  Andrew loved
wearing tangas, not just because they made it easy to whip out his cock and
jerk off, but because they made him feel sexy.  He inserted his gold
earring in his left ear.  At sixteen years of age, he stood at five foot
ten, and was about 155 pounds.  He was fit, not muscular fit like you see
in swim suit ads, but fit none the same.  Andrew was a handsome boy with
medium brown hair down to his shoulders and blue-green eyes.  The young
Finnish lad knew he was handsome.  Many girls and a few boys had told him
so.
     Glancing down at the tented out tangas, Andrew decided he had best do
something about that first.  Pushing down the flimsy pants, he stepped out
of them and kicked them to the side.  His young erection stood up proud and
tall, as if trying to see itself in the mirror.  Andrew smiled as he
reached down and stroked his impatient friend.  He debated if he should get
it off in the shower, sitting on the toilet, or right there before the
sink.  He decided on the latter so he could watch himself in the bathroom
mirror when he came.
     As he watched the hand in the mirror slowly begin to jerk off the
engorged five and three- quarter inch tube of boy flesh, he thought about
the last time he had sex.  It was almost four weeks ago, the beginning of
the month.  It had been with a classmate he had been having the hots for,
and she had been good.  So had he, or so she had said, Andrew recalled with
a smile.  His thoughts turned to a good friend of his, John.  It had been
almost ten months now since they had hot sex together.  Andrew thought back
to that camp out last summer.  The two boys had thoroughly enjoyed the
experience, and Andrew would never forget the look on his younger friend's
face when the two of them came.  John had said he was good too, Andrew
thought, and his smile widened.  He had enjoyed being the cause of John's
pleasure.  Andrew enjoyed bringing others pleasure, sexually and otherwise.
He was that type of boy, eager to please, eager to be a good friend.
     Life as a bisexual was confusing though, and a bit worrisome.
Attitudes about sex were quite liberal where he lived, but even so, not
everyone was accepting of men who preferred anything but the straight life.
At sixteen, Andrew was not sure which direction his life was heading, nor
which direction he wanted it to head.  He liked girls a lot, but he liked
boys too.  Liking both was complex, but he had to admit it was also a hell
of a lot of fun.
     So engrossed was he in trying to decide whether to think about one of
the girls he presently had the hots for or one of the boys for his morning
jerk, Andrew did not see nor hear the bathroom door open.  Still half
asleep, his sister, a year-and-a-half younger than he, stepped into the
bathroom and locked the door behind her before she realized it was already
occupied.  It took another few seconds for her to realize what the occupant
was doing.
     "Paska, don't you knock before you enter a bathroom?" snapped Andrew,
not one normally to swear before his sister, nor one to snap, but she had
just caught him in a most private act.  He glanced around for something to
hide his erection, but the only thing nearby was his tangas, and they were
hardly adequate for hiding what he was grasping in his right hand.  "Blast
it, get out of here!"
     "You were runkata," his sister commented, stating the obvious.
     "Until you came blundering in," Andrew replied, unable to deny what he
had been doing given the evidence.  "Do you mind leaving?"
     "I would like to watch."
     "What?"
     "I said--"
     "I heard what you said.  Forget it, Tina"
     "Why?"
     "This is hardly the thing a girl watches a boy doing, especially a
sister and a brother."
     "It doesn't bother me."
     "Well, it does me."
     "If you don't let me, I'll tell Mom what you were doing."
     "I'll tell her you were spying on me."
     "Wasn't."
     "Was."
     "Either I watch or I tell."
     "There's nothing to watch."
     "Then do it."
     Andrew stared at his sister standing there defiantly in her Levi's and
T-shirt, her lips a firm, thin line and her blue eyes staring up at him
with a resolve that he knew well.  She was not going to be convinced to
leave.  Andrew shrugged.  Why not, he thought to himself.  His cock was
aching for it, and she had asked to watch.  If a girl is going to learn
about sex, why not from someone who loves her and whom she can trust,
someone such as a brother?  He slowly began to pump his hand up and down
his stiff cock.  It felt very weird doing it in front of his sister, almost
like he was having sex with her or something, but the weird feeling was
only in his mind.  His erect penis was feeling no embarrassment or
reservations as it throbbed contentedly in his fist.
     "I want to do it to you."
     "Tina!"
     "If you don't let me, I'll tell Mom you were jerking off."
     Andrew knew he had no choice.  Actually, the idea of having his sister
doing it to him was stimulating.  Certainly doing it with someone else was
better than doing it by oneself under any conditions.  He released his
throbbing, engorged organ and told her to go ahead then if she was so
eager, figuring once given the chance, she would probably back away.  To
his surprise, Tina reached over and wrapped her fingers about his hard,
aching cock without the slightest hesitation.  Squeezing it tightly, she
yanked back on his foreskin.
     "Vittu, not so tight!" Andrew cried out, grimacing with the pain.
     Tina relaxed her grip and continued, working her fist from the tip of
his penis to the base and up again quickly, stretching the skin of his
uncut organ to the fullest.
     "No, no," cried out Andrew, reaching for her hand and stopping it.
"You are not working a bicycle pump, Tina!  You must do it slow, and
gentle, like this."  Wrapping his fingers about hers, he guided them up and
down his abused organ as he had described.  "A boy's penis is a delicate
thing.  You must handle it with care, and with love."
     He released his hand and Tina continued to work hers up and down his
cock, slowly and gently now.  Of course it was not exactly how he would do
it, and it felt strange having another's hand doing what his did so often.
It was not Andrew's first experience at having someone else jerk off his
cock.  Not only did others find him handsome, they found him willing, and
Andrew knew how to use his attributes for everyone's benefit.  The pleasure
of holding his cock had gone to several youths close to his age of both
sexes.  He thought back to the very first time a girl had paid such homage
to his stiff cock, and the first time his friend John had wrapped his
fingers about his organ.  Each experience had been unique, and now this
experience with his sister was different again.
     Tina's slender fingers stroked his throbbing cock with gentle care.
Her fingers felt hot wrapped about his organ.  They felt good.  He had
thought maybe he would feel bad having his sister doing such an intimate
thing with him, but such was not the case.  He did not feel guilty, nor
ashamed.  Andrew just felt, well, good, but strange.  As he looked down at
Tina and saw her eyes fixed on her fist as it stroked his boyhood, he knew
that she was feeling good about this too.  He could tell from the set of
her mouth, and the look in her eyes.  It was good for a girl to learn how
to please a boy, even if it was a sister pleasing her brother.
     Two minutes later the familiar feeling of building pleasure passed
through his dick, and he relaxed and allowed it to happen.  His breathing
began to grow heavier as the tension began to build.  He was close to
cumming.  He stared at Tina, her cheeks flushed and her lips smiling as she
squirmed there beside him.  She was feeling hot too.
     "Tina, I'm going to cum," he whispered, and his sister began to pump
his cock faster.  He shuffled up to the sink.  Tina felt his member throb
and then she watched as his stuff erupted.  Hot, thick ropes of cum shot
from the irritated dick and into the sink.  Andrew was hot and had a full
load to empty this was going to take more than just a few squirts.  He
shuddered and gasped with the release of his boyseed.  Tina worked his
foreskin up and down over his knob slowly now, milking out the remainder of
his thick cum, squeezing it out of his cock and into the sink.
     "Interesting," she said at last as she released her hold.
     Washing her hands under the faucet at the tub, she dried them and left
Andrew staring there at the young boy in the mirror, his cock still stiff
and the tip with a drop of white cum lodged in the pee hole.  "Interesting"
certainly was not how he would have described the experience.  He wiped off
his erection and wiped up the thick gobs of semen in the sink before
rinsing the basin out.  As he drew on his tangas, he thought about the
experience.  It had been just as fantastic as with other girls, and other
boys.  It was perhaps even better, because it had been shared with someone
he loved very much, and whom he would protect at all costs. She too had
enjoyed it.  He knew from the look in her eyes, and from the way she had
squirmed at the end.  He suspected her pussy was even damp from the
experience.
     Emerging from the bathroom, he found her sitting in the living room.
He walked over and sat beside her.  His thighs still felt weak and his
knees shook.
     "Tina?"
     "Yes?"
     "You all right?"
     "Of course."
     "Did you enjoy what we did?"
     "Yes, it was great.  Did you?"
     "Oh yes, I did.  You were very good."
     "I like jerking boys off."
     "You have done this before?"
     "Just once, with a classmate."
     "Have you, well, have you had sex with a boy?"
     "You mean intercourse?"
     "Yes."
     "No.  He wanted me to, but I said I would only jerk him off."
     "Would you like to have sex with him?"
     "Yes, sometime.  I think maybe this summer, when I am sure we like
each other enough."
     "That is good.  Sex should only be done with someone you really love."
     "Like me jerking you off."
     "So you don't think badly of me then."
     "Of course not, silly brother.  I love you for letting me do it with
you.  I would like to do it again, maybe the next time you feel the need?"
     "Well, perhaps again, but not the next time.  Too much candy at once
is not good," Andrew replied with a smile.
     Andrew returned to his room.  The look of love and happiness in her
eyes was sincere.  Her blue eyes, blond hair, and pretty face surely turned
on many of her male classmates.  Add to that her tight Levis and the way
her tits stuck out her T-shirt, and many of her classmates had to be in a
constant state of erection.  She would be 15 in November, another six
months.  She would be sure to be a good fuck, Andrew suspected as he felt
his penis begin to tent out his tangas again.  Hmm, there are many things
an experienced brother could teach his sister he thought with a smile,
especially a cool tit like his sister.

Author: J.O. Dickingson

Author's note: This is a true event that occurred in May 1998, as related
to me by Andrew and posted with his permission.  Any comments to the author
are welcome and will be shared with Andrew.  (Please advise if your
identification should be removed before sharing.)