Handyman 2

Someone commented that my last was “Too fictional”. Maybe that is why I labeled it as Fiction.

Mark was working in the back yard, building a picnic table and happened to look up to the living room window. He saw Sharon and another girl looking out. They seemed to be watching him. He didn’t think much about it until later when he noticed they were still there. As noon approached, Mark came back inside and was washing up and getting ready for lunch.

When Mark walked into the kitchen, Sharon asked what he would like to eat.

“I think I would like a sandwich and maybe a bowl of soup if it’s not too much trouble.”


Sharon said, “No trouble at all. Let me get that for you. Go ahead and sit down and rest while I fix it.”
Sharon began to fix his lunch and she introduced him to her friend. “This is Marsha. She lives just up the street. Marsha, this is Mark, he is our live-in handyman. He is also a lot more than just that. He is a very special friend.”

“I am glad to meet you Marsha. You are the first friend of Sharon’s that I have met.”

“Hi Mark, Sharon has told me a lot about you. I am glad that I finally get to meet you.”

“Just what has Sharon told you about me?” Mark started to get a little nervous. He wasn’t sure that the things that happened in this house should become public knowledge.

“She just said that you are a very nice person and you help her with her problems. She said that you are a very good teacher.”

Mark looked over at Sharon and she smiled and winked at him. He had the feeling that she was up to something. He had seen that look in her eyes before. When his lunch was ready, the girls joined him and while they ate they visited with him and talked between themselves.

Mark learned that Marsha was 16 and she had a brother that was 14. He sensed that the two didn’t exactly get along all the time. Their parents were away from home often, working late.

Sharon asked, “Mark, are you going to be busy this afternoon?”

“Well, I have things to do but nothing that is a high priority. Why, is there something you need?”

“I just thought that maybe we could come up to your room and talk for a while.”

Mark sensed that there was more than just idle talk involved and Sharon seemed to be serious about her request. “Okay, give me about an hour to get my tools put away and get a shower and meet me in my room.”

Mark went to take care of cleaning up his project and storing his tools and then he went to have his shower. He wondered what the problem might be. He was certain it had something to do with Marsha.
As he finished his shower, he slipped on a pair of loose trousers that he wore to lounge around in and a tee shirt. Soon there was a knock at his door.

“Come on in girls. Have a seat. “The girls sat on the sofa and mark sat in a chair across from them.
“What did you want to talk about?”

Sharon said, “Marsha has a problem and she is afraid. You are really good at fixing things so maybe you can help her?”

“Well, Marsha, what kind of problem do you have and why are you afraid? Is someone trying to hurt you?”

Marsha looked over to Sharon and Sharon said, “Go ahead and tell him.”

“Not exactly, my brother is 14 but he is bigger than me. He bullies me and he found out that my mom had me put on the pill when I was 14, he started to take advantage of me. At first, he would just walk in to my room without knocking and then he started to come in while I was taking a bath or shower. A few months ago he decided he wanted to fuck me. I couldn’t stop him and now he just does it whenever he wants. He is kind of rough and it only takes a few minutes. He just pushes me down and sticks his dick in me. He pumps a few times and cums in me and then he leaves. He thinks it’s funny.”

“Have you told your parents?”

“I can’t, he has pictures of me with my boyfriend. He said that if I tell, he will show them to mom and dad and send them to all of his friends.”

“What do you think I can do for you?”

“I love my brother, even though he does that. I don’t even mind that he wants to fuck me. My problem is that he doesn’t care if I get to cum too. He just wants to get his. I don’t even know if I can cum. I have never had an orgasm, even when I play with myself. I’m afraid there might be something wrong with me. I get all tingly and I get wet, but then nothing happens.”

“Maybe I can help some. Sharon, would you give Marsha and me some private time for a while?”

”Okay mark, I knew you would help if you could.” Sharon left the room and went back to the main house.

Mark moved to the sofa to sit by Marsha. “Marsha, the first part of the problem we need to work on is your orgasm. In order for me to know why you aren’t having one, I have to see what you are doing when you masturbate. Maybe I can give you some pointers. Is that okay with you?”

“Sharon said I can trust you and that you won’t hurt me. I want to do whatever you say. It can’t be worse than what I have now.”

“Okay, then I need for you to take your clothes off and show me how you masturbate. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do and if at any time you want to stop, just tell me and we will stop. Is that okay with you?”

“Okay Mark.” With that, Marsha stood up and began to remove her clothes. Marsha was about 5’4” tall and she had B cup breasts that stood out firm and proud. Her areolas were quarter sized and her nipples stood out like pencil erasers. She had slender hips and a well groomed pussy, trimmed down to a short landing strip. Her skin was silky smooth and she had tan lines where her bikini covered her.