My sister gave me a handjob

Sister jerks off her brother while they watch a movie

The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event

Last night I was in our basement watching a movie, we have like a home cinema down there with a projector screen, it’s our entertainment room
It was 1am in the morning and I was just lounging in the comfy couch recliner, I had a blanket over my legs because it was cold down there and I was only wearing my boxer shorts.

The movie was so good I barely noticed when the door creaked open and my seventeen year old sister came down the stairs in her pyjamas, well it was just an old shirt she wore for bed really.

“Can I watch too?"she asked, I nodded without really thinking about it.

Her shirt rode up her thighs as she curled into the recliner beside me, "shove over," she said, lifting the blanket and getting her long legs beneath it.

"Why don't you sit at the other end of the couch," I complained.

“Yeah but you’ve got the blanket…” she replied, then she made a fake sad face, “…and it’s cold.” She added, trying to make me feel guilty or something.
“Fine. Sit there then.” I said.

The movie kept playing, but I wasn’t paying attention anymore—not with her bare leg brushing against mine, warm and smooth.

"What are you watching, little bro?" she murmured, leaning closer. Her breath tickled my ear, and I could smell the faint vanilla of her shampoo mixed with something darker, sweat-slick and primal. My pulse thudded in my throat.

About 10-minutes went by and a rather steamy scene came on the movie of a couple having sex, I glanced at my sister and she was blushing and trying not to laugh at the loud moaning sounds they were making, and I felt a bit uncomfortable watching it with my sister right next to me.

Her hand dropped casually onto my thigh—too high, too deliberate. I froze as her fingers traced idle circles, inching higher. The blanket hid everything, except the heat building between us. "You're tense," she whispered, lips grazing my earlobe. My cock twitched in my boxers, straining against the fabric.

Her palm pressed flat against my crotch, weighing the hard outline of me. "Guess the movie's got you excited," she teased, fingers curling around my balls through the thin cotton. I sucked in a breath—her grip was firm, knowing. She squeezed lightly, just enough to make my hips jerk. "Shh," she murmured, "don't wanna miss the good part."

The actress on screen arched her back, crying out, but all I could focus on was my sister's thumb rubbing slow circles over the head of my cock, damp fabric clinging. She hooked a finger under the waistband of my boxers, peeling them down just enough to free me. Cold air hit my wet tip, then her warm fingers wrapped around my shaft. "Fuck," I gasped, thighs trembling.

She didn't rush. Just stroked me lazily, her thumb smearing pre-cum down my length like she was testing how slick she could get me. The projector’s light flickered across her face—lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded as she watched her own hand move under the blanket. "You're bigger than I thought," she mused, giving me a slow twist that made my toes curl. "It feels pretty big for a fourteen year old boy,"

Her palm slid up to the tip, pressing into the slit just hard enough to make me hiss. “You like me touching you like this?” she murmured, breath hot against my neck. I could only nod, hips lifting involuntarily—but she stopped, fingers stilling. “Use your words, little bro.”

“Oooh god.” I gasped quietly, I turned to face her, “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound confused but failing miserably—my voice cracked halfway.

She smirked, her fingers tightening around me, pumping slow and deliberate. “Helping you relax,” she murmured, her other hand sliding under her shirt to trace her own nipple through the thin fabric. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.” The wet sounds of her fingers working my cock filled the space between us, louder than the movie’s moans. My breath came ragged, hips bucking into her grip—she chuckled, leaning closer. “That’s it, let me feel how hard you can get.” she giggled, and just kept tugging, she had a very tight grip and definitely knew what she was doing.

Her thumb swirled over my tip again, smearing more pre-cum down my shaft. “You’re leaking everywhere,” she teased, dragging her fingers through the mess before bringing them to her lips, tongue flicking out to taste me. My stomach clenched at the sight—her pink tongue lapping at my slick, eyes locked on mine like she wanted to memorize my reaction. “Salty,” she mused, licking her fingers clean. “Bet you won’t last long.”

Her hand tightened around me, jerking my cock hard and fast, thumb pressing into the sensitive ridge just beneath the head. The friction burned—almost too much—but I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting into her grip, chasing the edge. She laughed low in her throat, adjusting her grip so her palm cupped my balls, squeezing gently. “Close already?” she whispered, breath hot against my cheek. “I can feel you pulsing.”

The projector flickered, casting shadows across her face as she leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Come for me, little bro,” she urged, fingers twisting just right on the upstroke. My back arched off the couch, vision tunneling—“Oh god – Oooh my god!” I gently gasped as I was quickly approaching orgasm.

I was about to nut, “Oh fuck – Oh fuck….” I said quietly, then couldn’t hold it in, “OH FUUUUUUUCK!!” I groaned out loudly.

Her hand was relentless, stroking me through the first thick ropes of cum splattering across my stomach. “Ooh fuuuuuck!” I gasped, hips jerking wildly as she milked my cock of every last drop,

My balls tightened as I continued ejaculated hard, and she kept on pumping and the sperm kept on flowing, all over her hand, “Ut – Ut -OOOOOOOOOOoooh!”

Her fingers still working me even as I whimpered from oversensitivity. Her thumb smeared my mess across my abs, warm and sticky under the blanket’s heat.

“Jesus Christ...” I panted, watching her lift her glistening fingers to her mouth again—this time sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate moan that sent aftershocks through my spent cock.

She tilted her head, studying my flushed face. “You taste better than I expected,” she murmured, before leaning in unexpectedly to kiss me. My gasp melted into her mouth as she kissed me—soft at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that made my hips twitch again despite the exhaustion.

Her hand pressed against my bare chest, pushing me back into the recliner. “You really liked that, huh?” she teased, fingers trailing lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers again. I groaned, realizing I was already getting hard under her touch—too fast, too eager—but she didn’t stop, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin beneath my balls. “God, you’re already getting hard again,” she whispered, her thumb brushing the tip of my cock where it twitched against my stomach. “What if I kept going?”

The movie credits scrolled silently on the screen, forgotten. Her palm glided down my shaft, slick with leftover cum, her grip tightening just enough to make my breath hitch. “You wanna see what I can do with this?” she murmured, shifting her weight to take my cock in her mouth without warning—warm, wet heat engulfing me in one smooth motion. I swore loudly, fingers tangling in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard enough to make my toes curl.

“Fuck, you’re still so hard,” she murmured against my skin, lips dragging up my shaft before swallowing me down again. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit with a pressure that had my hips jerking off the couch. I could feel her smirk around me as she pinned my thighs down with her free hand, controlling the pace while she sucked me deep—her throat relaxing just enough to take me farther than I thought possible. Saliva dripped down my balls, as she worked me with wet, sloppy noises that drowned out the hum of the projector.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” she breathed, her dark eyes flicking up to mine as she squeezed my cock at the root. I nodded desperately, and she laughed—low and throaty—before sinking back down, her nose pressing into my pelvis. The heat, the pressure, the way her throat fluttered around me—it was too much.

Her fingers dug into my thighs when my hips bucked, forcing me still as she sucked harder, faster, until my vision blurred. I gasped—half a curse, half a plea—and she moaned around me, the vibration tearing the last of my control apart. My back arched off the couch, muscles locking as her lips sealed tight around me until I whimpered from the sheer torture of overstimulation.

She didn’t pull away her tongue lapping gently at the head of my cock until I was shaking, I was close...so close, and she knew it. My fingers were tangled in her hair, tugging unconsciously as she hummed around me, the vibration making my thighs tremble. I was holding on—clinging to the last shred of control—but her mouth was too hot, too wet, her lips moving like she’d done this a thousand times before. “I can’t—” I choked out, but she just sucked harder, her hand sliding down to squeeze my balls like she was determined to wring every last drop of jizz from me.

“Sis, I’m gonna—oh fuck—” The warning tore from my lips too late, he hollowed her cheeks—and that was it. My back arched off the couch, toes curling as I came hard down her throat, my hips jerking wildly as she swallowed every pulse of cum without hesitation.

She didn’t pull away—didn’t even flinch. Just kept suckling gently as I gasped, her tongue swirling lazily over my sensitive tip, coaxing out every last drop until I whimpered from the overwhelming pleasure-pain of it. Her throat worked rhythmically around me, swallowing again and again, the heat of her mouth impossibly tight. I could feel the wet clicks of her swallows vibrating through my cock—”Fuck, fuck,”—my fingers twisted in her hair, holding her there as she milked me dry.

She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down—just kept sucking, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, milking me dry until I was whimpering from oversensitivity. My abs were slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally pulled away, lips glistening with spit and cum.

When she finally lifted her head, her lips were slick and swollen, a stray drop of cum glistening at the corner of her mouth. She licked it away with a slow drag of her tongue, eyes never leaving mine. “That was… impressive,” she murmured, thumb brushing my still-twitching cock, smearing the last bit of wetness across my skin. My whole body felt liquefied, boneless—like she’d sucked the marrow right out of me.

She stood abruptly, stretching her arms over her head with a satisfied groan, her shirt riding up to expose the soft curve of her stomach. “I should get to bed,” she said casually, like she hadn’t just swallowed my soul through my dick. The projector screen flickered behind her, casting shadows across her thighs as she adjusted her pajama shirt. “Goodnight little brother” Her smirk was wicked, knowing.

I watched her climb the stairs, her bare feet silent against the wood, the hem of her shirt swaying with each step. Halfway up, she paused, glancing back over her shoulder with a look that made my pulse spike all over again. “Don’t stay up too late,” she added, fingers trailing along the banister. “You’ll need your strength.”

The basement door clicked shut behind her, leaving me sprawled on the couch, still damp with sweat and cum, my boxers tangled around my thighs. The sudden absence of her warmth was jarring—the air smelled like popcorn, sex, and the faint vanilla of her shampoo. I stared at the ceiling, replaying every second, every touch, every swallow. My cock twitched weakly against my stomach, still sensitive, still craving more.