Helping Brother | Jan & TooReal |

A massive sigh escaped Ken, and he grit his teeth in what must've been an unfortunate combination of frustration and longing. His pants were all too-tight for the monster that lay beneath them, now, and his heart pounded so fast with adrenaline that it almost felt like drum solo to any death metal song. Sweat ran down his brow, and he clenched the wireless mouse to his computer with one hand, the other planted firmly on the length of his cock, causing friction against himself through the denim of his jeans.

Not fair, Ken mentally sighed, switching to the next picture. It just isn't fair... Well, he was right, wasn't he? What younger brother was doomed to have an older sister as attractive, as beautiful, as supple, as perky, and as insanely, impossibly, unbelievably clueless as her? Looking over the photos he'd taken of Kim at the beach, it was hard to believe she hadn't been intentionally posing herself like that all for him. One shot with her ass hanging out, bikini bottoms caught in a tight wedgie so her thick rear was on firm display, another shot where she was bending down low, her barely-fitting bikini causing her perfect tits to just spill from her too-small top as she looked straight at him.

Maybe it's not by accident, Ken rationalized, trying to justify the actions of touching himself to photos of her in his head. Maybe she feels the same way. Maybe I'm just not taking the hint? Maybe this isn't as weird as I'd thought... Still, deep down, Ken knew it was strange, he knew it was wrong, but,, alas, he also knew he didn't really care. His light eyes looked past the curtain of his dark-brown hair, and unbuttoned himself with one hand, reaching in to his jeans to grip at the bare flesh of his fat cock now, pumping slowly on the thick stick of meat. Next picture, this one of Kim in the ocean, with droplets of water spilling between her juicy breasts in the most perfect way.

It's just not fair, he repeated.

Snow had shut down work at noon, so Kim was home a few hours early that day. She entered in silence, as was her convention, and spent a moment taking off her coat and backpack, swapping her flats for indoor slippers. She was an attractive girl, attractive enough that she frequently got double and even triple takes from passing men. And sometimes more than innocent longing looks, too.

Who could blame them, though? Dark hair, fair eyes, with the sort of porcelain skin that most women coated themselves with makeup to emulate. And then there was her body. She worked out sometimes, but all this did was emphasize the curves she already had. Her belly was lean and so were her limbs, but she was gifted in the TNA department. Very gifted. She wore a DD bra, but she'd snapped bras in that same size before. She'd always been like this from a young age, so she was used to the eyes of men on her. Or so she thought.

She made her way upstairs to her room. In doing so, she passed Ken's door, carelessly left open, and happened to glance in at him.

Huh? That picture of the girl jumping on the beach--wait a minute, that looked familiar--that was her! Silently she stole into the room, watching as Ken oogled pictures of her. She hadn't gotten a chance to review them before he'd downloaded them off of his SD card... and now she knew why he seemed to continually delay that. These were practically soft porn.

"Ken," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "we need to talk."

She hadn't seem his nakedness yet, which meant that he had about a half second to play dumb and try to cover himself. If that.

Shit! At the touch on his shoulder, Ken felt himself panic. Who was that? Dad? Mom?

No. Worse.

"Kim!?" her brother breathlessly gasped, looking up at her with a swallow. With her standing, and with him sitting, her breasts were practically in his face, and it took an immense amount of willpower to pull his eyes from her pillowy tits, even if they were hidden away behind that top of hers. He swiveled in his chair to face her, but the blood had clearly rushed from his head and to his cock instead, as the young man didn't even stop to think. He swallowed hard, and his eyes widened -- cock already whipped out and hanging limply between his legs, somewhat stiff, bur hardly erect, and at a solid eight or nine inches already, even without much stimulation.

"I, uh -- I wasn't, I promise," he pleaded, twisting to close her photos out. Ken tried to pull up his jeans, but his cock was in the way and he couldn't quite get them back around his waist. Instead, he only succeeded in throwing his dick around, bouncing off of his thighs for her to witness. "Kim," he gasped, heart pounding. "I -- I promise, this isn't -- I was just -- ah, shit..."

It was quite a lot of meat for Kim to avert her eyes from, but she managed it. In the end she had to hold her hand up to avoid getting more than a glance of that fat long cock of his, but she managed it. And the way her breath quickened in that brief moment--pure coincidence, a direct result of the awkward nervousness of what was going on.

She swallowed twice and managed a weak smile at Ken, then she sat down on the chair next to him.

"I, uhm... think we need to talk," she said. "I'm not going to tell Mom and Dad, but we definitely need to talk."

She leaned past him and began to click through the photos he'd taken. It was true, half of them he'd taken with her knowledge, but the conglomeration of them made their theme clear... this was pretty much soft porn!

"You haven't sent these to anyone else, have you?" Kim asked. But what surprised her more than anyone else was that the idea of such risque photos of her being distributed... it didn't frighten or disgust her. If anything, it... made her feel excited.

Ken sucked in a sharp breath as his sister moved to claim a seat beside him. Unable to will his erection away, he simply grabbed a nearby magazine from his desk and pitched a tent over his cock in a vain attempt at hiding it, watching uncertainly as she leaned forwards to take his mouse and click through the pictures.

"Kim--," he started, swallowing hard. When she reached the ones he didn't really want her to see, Ken jumped forwards and placed his hand over hers, guiding the mouse away and exiting out of the photos. "I j-just -- no, I haven't shown anyone else," he mumbled, looking at her with embarrassment. "I promise, I haven't. I just... it's hard not to look at you. Y'know? Hard not to wonder, hard not to wanna..."

He bit his lip. What was he trying to say? Frustrated as he was, Ken just decided to let it all out.

"Hard not to wanna see your tits, or your ass, or everything else. It's -- you're perfect! And I know you're my sister, but that's just not fair. Alright? It just isn't."