When the Need Strikes – Chapter 3_(1)

Craig:

I was doing homework when I heard the knock on my door.

Opening it, I was surprised to find my sister in front of me. After the previous night, when she’d jerked me off for the second time, and climaxed around my fingers, I seriously didn’t expect to see her for a few days.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

“I want to talk about last night.”

I gulped, let her in, and gestured for her to go on.

“Look, Craig…I don’t want this to be weird. It’s going to be two months—two months, and we’re only on what, day fourteen?”

“Fifteen.”

“Right. Fifteen. We’re barely two weeks in, and it’s driving both of us crazy. I figure we have two options—we can keep on waiting until our hormones take over before coming to each other, or we can acknowledge that we’re both normal, healthy adults, and that means that yeah, we have sex drives.”

I blinked twice, trying to understand what my sister was saying.

“So, look, as tempting as the thought of spending three days going nuts and then another feeling guilty is, I think we should get ahead of this thing.”

“Petra…” I replied, not quite sure what to say. “Are you suggesting we…”

“Yes,” she said, looking me coolly in the eyes, understanding my question before I even finished it. “I’m saying that when you’d normally feel like jerking off, just let me know…and I’ll do the same.”

I’ve got to admit, I was pretty stunned. I mean sure, since we started this whole thing, Petra had been the rational and prepared one, but something felt really weird about this. She was so…calm.

Millions of guys would probably have killed to be in my place—my sister was basically giving me free hand jobs for the next 6 weeks, but you’ve got to understand—no part of me wanted this. Sure, when I was insanely horny, the sight of my sister’s face covered in my cum had been a weird sort of turn-on, but rationally, I knew that what we’d been doing was wrong, and I wanted as little of it as possible.

And not the hot kind of wrong, either. The “eccentric billionaire with a weird hard-on for incest forcing us into it” kind of wrong, and believe me—there’s nothing sexy about that.

“Uh, okay sis…” I stammered. “I really appreciate the offer, but, um…yeah, I’m not really feeling it right now. Thanks, though?”

Petra laughed, and pulled me in for a hug.

“I appreciate the honesty, little bro, but…well, I wasn’t here for you.”

For once it took me a few seconds to work out what she was talking about, and then I connected the dots.

“Oh.”

“Unless you think there’s something wrong with my plan, of course.”

“No,” I replied immediately. I mean, I didn’t want my sister to get the wrong idea—it was strangely important for her to know that I was a team player, not a selfish layabout who wanted to use her for sex without giving anything back.

As well as that, my experience last night had been the first time I’d ever actually touched a girl…down there. And even if it was my sister, I had to admit—I was keen to repeat the experience. Judging by her reaction, I’d gotten the hang of it pretty quickly, and I really wanted to cement my learning.

Somehow, fingering my sister didn’t trigger off the same weirdness in my brain that I felt when she touched me. I guess it was because I was able to focus entirely on her pussy, to the point where it could be anyone’s…as well as that, since I wasn’t actually getting any physical pleasure out of it, I didn’t feel bad about what we were doing.

I don’t know exactly how my brain worked in this situation—it wasn’t exactly something I’d ever expected to come up—and so I agreed to help her. After checking to make sure that our parents weren’t likely to come up any time soon, I shut the door to my bedroom and put on the glove that Petra offered.

“Now,” she said, removing everything below the waist, “you did pretty good yesterday, so I’m keen to see how you go without direct instruction.”

“Sure thing,” I replied, adding a squirt of lube to my hand. “Let me know if I do anything particularly wrong…”

* * *

Ten minutes later, I smiled proudly as, once more, my sister’s pussy clenched around my hand in orgasm. There was something so satisfying about getting a girl off; I don’t know if all of them were so loud, but it was pretty freaking rewarding when Petra had to clamp her hand over her mouth to prevent our parents from hearing her cries of pleasure.

“Wow,” she said a few moments later. “Craig, I…wow.”

I didn’t say anything, just nodded curtly. The more sexual contact we had, the more my confidence grew…the old Craig would have thanked her profusely and asked for feedback, but now that just felt pathetic.

“Well,” I said with a yawn, “it’s been good, but it’s probably time for bed now.”

“Craig…” she said, looking at me with a crooked smile.