The Best Therapy ch. 04

Author’s note: I’m sorry for the delay but chapter 4 is finally ready. For those who complain about how long it takes me to write a chapter: stop complaining. I write as a hobby and I am NOT paid to do it so I can take all the time I want to write a new chapter. I have other things to do and I can’t spend all my time writing.
It’s my first story ever and English is not my birth language so it takes efforts and time to write something good. I also have help from an editor to correct all my little mistakes and he takes his time to spot and correct as many errors as he can.
I like comments like “I can’t wait to read your next chapter” but comments like “Checking everyday mate. It’s getting a bit disappointing now” piss me off. I like the enthusiasm but please show respect and consideration for the writers who provide you with FREE entertainment.

I’m done with my rant, here’s your story:

Brad was surprised to see Christine barging into his room. First, it was Saturday and she was supposed to spend the day at Helen’s house, but more importantly she had always respected his privacy and knocked on his door before coming in. Something had to be wrong.

“What do you want, Sis?” he asked her.

“I want to know what you, Mom and Grandma are doing in your room all day,” Christine demanded firmly.

“They are just helping me with my injuries,” he lied.

“Don’t lie to me Brad. Your injuries are almost healed but they still spend a lot of time in your room,” she observed.

Brad didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell her the truth but he had no idea what lie he could tell her either. He had to stall her long enough for him to come up with an excuse.

“I’m not lying. They are helping me,” he stressed.

“Yeah and what are they helping you for?” she asked, annoyed.

“It’s personal,” he answered shyly.

“Tell me,” she demanded.

“No, it’s too embarrassing.” He blushed as he said it.

“Please, Brad. I’m the only one in the family who doesn’t know. I feel so left out,” she begged. “I promise not to tell anybody.”

“Since when do you care anyway? Nowadays you spend most of your time out of the house and we barely see you,” he said harshly. He was trying to deflect the problem onto her so she would forget why she came in. Unfortunately she began to cry.

“Of course I care. I love you Brad,” she shot back, “I’m just going through something right now and my friends are helping.”

“I’m sorry Sis. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said, and he went to hug her.

He couldn’t stand the sight of Christine crying. Last year Tommy Ballard asked Christine for a date and she refused. He told her she was a cold bitch who was probably deformed and that’s why she dressed like a peasant. It was uncalled for because what she wore made her look pretty. Sure she didn’t dress all slutty like most girls but she still looked nice in her clothes. Christine came home crying because of his comment. As soon as he learned what happened Brad went to look for Tommy and beat the crap out of him. Brad got home with his share of bruises but Tommy got the worse of it. Because Tommy was a starter on the basketball team Brad expected to have the other players to ambush him but they never did. Apparently Tommy wasn’t liked as much as he thought and because he insulted Christine, another teammate’s sister, they thought the beating was justified. Coach Boom didn’t think so, but because the fight was outside of school property and no charges were pressed the only thing he could do was punish Brad with intensive training. For weeks Brad went through hell during practice but it was worth it.

“Please Brad, tell me what’s happening,” she pleaded with him while she was crying.

He couldn’t refuse her anything when she was acting like that.

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” he conceded. He told her about his condition and the fact that his injuries prevented him from relieving the tension. He just told her that his mother and his grandmother were helping him with that but he didn’t give her any details.

“How?” she asked, curious. She couldn’t believe her mother had been allowing Brad to masturbate for nearly two years but the thing that surprised her more was that her mother was helping Brad in this area. He didn’t tell her anything concrete but it was clear he implied that her mother was masturbating Brad to help him with his hyperspermia. It seemed too far out to be true. He had to be lying to make fun of her. Then again, it would explain so much.

“I’ll show you,” he offered when she showed her suspicions. Brad was still hugging her and was surprised his sister didn’t stop hugging him as he told her the story. He was also pretty sure she was suspecting what was happening and she didn’t seem upset or anything.

Brad felt like he had a sixth sense when it came to sex because his perverted brain just delivered a plan. It was risky but lately the more risk he took the better things evolved.

“Just hide in my closet and don’t make a sound,” he ordered.

Christine was curious. She had a little inkling about what was about to happen and she wanted to see it for herself.

Brad ran downstairs. He interrupted Mary and Eleanor who were talking in the living room. Eleanor immediately saw the gleam in Brad’s eyes that told her he was planning something naughty.

“Mom, can you help me? I don’t think our last session was enough,” Brad asked his mother.

Mary was waiting for her mother to remind Brad it was her turn but Eleanor didn’t say anything. Eleanor knew better than to ruin Brad’s plan. He asked for her help and she accepted. She was hurt that Brad was obsessed with his mother but she couldn’t do anything because any action would hurt Brad. Besides, she was having so much fun lately that she wanted to see what he had in store this time.

“Of course, Baby. Let’s go,” she eagerly agreed once she was sure her mother wouldn’t volunteer.

Christine was standing in the closet when she saw her mother and Brad come into the room. The last few days she had noticed her mom dressing more provocative than usual. Her mother used to show little cleavage and never displayed her thighs. When she wore pants they were nice but far from sexy. That day, however, she wore tight jeans and was displaying a lot of cleavage. After what Christine heard from Brad she was suspecting her mother was dressing to seduce and arouse Brad. It seemed impossible but the proof was there.

She witnessed Brad taking off his pants and for the first time in her life she saw a penis. It was much bigger than she thought. She heard penises were usually six inches long but Brad’s seemed bigger, much bigger. Her mother took a cushion and set it down in front of Brad. Christine was speechless as she saw her mother plant a kiss on Brad’s penis head. She expected Mary to jack him off but never would she have imagined her Christian mother would kiss her own son’s penis.

Mary followed her kiss by licking the cock head which was shining with pre-cum. She enjoyed tasting his fluid for a few minutes and then took Brad’s cock in her mouth. She was bobbing her head slowly as she swirled her tongue around the glans. It was a sensitive part of his cock and he loved it when she did that.

Neither Brad, Mary or Christine were aware of Eleanor’s presence, who was watching her daughter suck her grandson’s cock through a crack in the door. She was fingering herself as she spied on them.

As she was watching her own mother sucking Brad’s penis Christine didn’t feel anger, outrage or disgust. No, she was jealous. She envied her mom for bringing pleasure to Brad. She would have loved to be in her place. Everybody thought she was like her mother and disgusted by sex. They thought she didn’t date because she was a prude. They were wrong, dead wrong. The only reason she was like this was because she had a secret. A secret she couldn’t share with anybody. She was madly in love with a boy, but nothing could ever happen because that boy was her own brother.

She realized this at the beginning of last summer. Brad was spending a lot of time in the pool with his friends and Christine had many opportunities to see Brad in a swimsuit. He was so hot she couldn’t help herself from checking him out every chance she got. He was tall and very fit. The sight of his muscles made her nipples get hard and her sex burn with desire. For her he was the most handsome boy in the world. But it wasn’t just his body she loved. Brad was an easy going boy. He was very fun to hang with and never mean to anyone without good reason. He was also very kind and smart. Before this summer he was her reference when she was evaluating the boys who asked her out. He had all the qualities she was looking for in a potential boyfriend. Unfortunately the other boys always came up short. She had always wondered why she didn’t feel the need to go out with boys although she had sexual desires like her girlfriends. She had some fantasies about movie or pop stars so she knew she was straight. She came to the conclusion that no boy she knew matched her standards and that’s why she wasn’t interested.

For a couple of weeks she didn’t see anything wrong with admiring her brother but things changed when the dreams started. Every night she saw her brother in her dreams and each night the dream became steamier than the one before. Christine hadn’t had many erotic dreams before, but since then she dreamt about Brad every night, and she even had to masturbate to calm the fire in her loins. She used to frig herself once a week before that summer but from that moment she did it every day. She knew her mother wouldn’t approve but all of friends did it and told her it was perfectly normal so she wasn’t ashamed to do it. She was just careful not to be caught.

However the moment came when her fantasies weren’t only sexual anymore. Her friend Anna made a comment one afternoon that would change everything. Christine, Anna, Tanya, Helen and her cousin Kerry were sunbathing beside the Parker’s pool. They were gossiping about boys and sharing their fantasies. They spoke of the usual jocks until Kerry noticed Brad cleaning the pool. Being the one to use it principally, it was his job to look after the pool.

“I wouldn’t mind going out with Brad there. He’s a hunk,” she noted. It was an unspoken rule not to talk about a brother or a father that way but Kerry didn’t know it. She was just visiting Helen’s family for a week before returning back North.

“Yeah but he is Chris’s brother,” Helen tried to explain to her cousin.

“I know but look at his muscles. I just want to rip off that shirt he is wearing and lick all over his pecs,” Kerry said, oblivious to Helen’s comment.

“I know what you mean,” Tanya responded without thinking. Brad had been filling out lately and the girls noticed. They all had a crush on Brad but never talked about it because of Chris.

“Tanya!” Helen shot out. She was the mediator of the group, always trying to fix things.

“What?