My Sister Masturbated Me For Years But I Was Too Naive To Enjoy It [inc][nc]

When I was older I realised what she had been doing to me and I cursed myself for not making the most of it…

I was in 9th grade and my sister was a year older than me. Our rooms were adjacent and shared a common bathroom so we could easily walk across to each other's rooms to hang out. Every night, we used to sit on my bed and talk or play until I was tired and fell asleep. I was a late bloomer and was still sexually unaware. I used to get innocent erections that frequently rose and subsided. Sometimes I lay down to sleep with a full erection pushing up my pyjamas. I thought nothing of it whenever my sister looked at my pointed pyjamas and smiled.

I don't remember when exactly, but it started one night when before she left, my sister said "Let me help you sleep". She then turned me onto my left side and lay down behind me. She reached over with her right hand, slid it under my pyjamas and gripped my penis. She then proceeded to rub it back and forth. I felt ashamed that she was touching my private area so I averted my eyes and stared at the wall in front of me. I became fully erect and the feeling felt similar to when I lay on my stomach and rubbed my hips against the mattress. It had never occurred to me before that I could use my hand. Soon, the same familiar light-headed feeling swept over me and I buried my face in the pillow. She stopped stroking but maintained her grip. I felt pulses of pressure as my penis throbbed within her closed fist. I must have fallen asleep before she left.

This became our daily routine for months. The next day we always chatted and played like nothing had happened. Since I always fell asleep soon after, it felt more like a dream. Every night when it was time for bed, I would instinctively turn to my side and become erect in seconds. She would then spoon me and stroke me as usual. I still felt ashamed and always looked away. When my penis began to throb she would maintain her grip and I would feel the bed mildly rock as she furiously rubbed herself with her other hand. After a few seconds the rocking would cease and she would press her face into the nape of my neck and moan softly. She would lie still for a minute, then silently get up and leave.

One night as she sensed I was climaxing and stopped stroking to rub herself, I felt the uncontrollable urge to thrust my hips to continue the pleasure. I broke my usual silence and groaned loudly as I slid my penis through her warm fist. After a few thrusts I felt her fingers grow wet and I looked down to see a small trail of fluid glistening on my glans. She looked over my shoulder and her eyes lit up at what she saw. She immediately began pumping my now hypersensitive cock in an attempt make me ejaculate further. I squirmed and told her to stop but she threatened me "Keep quiet or I'll tell mom what you just did". I was embarrassed and thought ejaculation was a "bad" thing so I lay still. After a few more futile seconds my penis shrunk too small and she couldn't stroke it anymore. She then wiped my penis dry, smiled and said "You're a big boy now" before leaving.

I awoke a few hours later that same night to the feeling of her fondling my penis. Once the grogginess wore off I became erect instantly. I tried to roll onto my side and look away as usual but she pushed me flat on my back and kept stroking. As I got closer we both intently looked at my glans in anticipation. I groaned as a drop of milky fluid formed at the tip of my glans and dripped onto my stomach followed by another, and another. Within a few weeks I was producing 6 or 7 long spurts. It became a mess and was staining the sheets so she started bringing a cup for me to cum in. She learnt how to edge me to maximise my volume. Once she had emptied me into the cup she would run her thumb and middle finger along the length of my shaft from below my balls up to the tip until the final drop emerged from my glans. She would then scoop the remaining semen off my glans with the lip of the cup. Since I had nothing to clean up I would just close my eyes and fall asleep and she would take the cup back to her room.

I don't remember how or why we stopped but by then I must have ejaculated enough to fill that cup to the brim several times over. Looking back on it now, what I'd give to feel her embrace again…

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2b2ww5/my_sister_masturbated_me_for_years_but_i_was_too