Heather takes charge

Billy returned to his room, and spent a few minutes playing around on his computer. He decided that, if he was going to stay home, at least he should shower and get dressed. So Billy stripped out of his clothes, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed for the bathroom. He could see Heather peeking out from her bedroom door, watching him in his towel.

When he got to the bathroom, he left the door open just a crack. He knew that, with the suggestion he pushed into her mind, Heather wouldn’t be able to resist. Billy dropped his towel and got into the shower. As he soaped himself up, he could see through the clear glass shower door that Heather was now standing outside the bathroom, peeking in on him. As he washed his hair, Billy turned his body so Heather could get a good view of his semi-hard cock. Still facing the door, Billy put a few drops of shampoo into his hand, and started stroking his cock. As his cock started to rise, he could see the door open slightly more. Billy kept stroking until he was just on the verge of orgasm, and then he stopped and got out of the shower. He could hear Heather’s footsteps as she returned to her bedroom. Billy toweled off and wrapped the towel loosely around his waist. He could sense that Heather was about to make her move, and he didn’t want to do anything to prevent it from working.

As Billy walked down the hall and past his sister’s bedroom, Heather’s door burst open and Heather ran out- right into Billy. They both tumbled to the floor, with Heather falling on top of Billy.

“Oh, god, sorry Billy. I was just heading downstairs and...” Heather fell silent as she realized that in the crash, Billy’s towel had fallen off. Her eyes locked onto his stiff rod.

“Don’t worry about it sis. Sis? Heather- you there?” Heather’s eyes broke away from Billy’s cock and she looked up at him, blushing.

“Sorry Billy. What were you saying?”

“Nothing. Hey, you wanna get off of me.”

“Oh, yeah, ok.” She started to stand. As she shifted her weight off of Billy, her hand brushed up against his cock. Billy felt his cock twitch and jump at the feel of her soft skin. Heather froze in place, her eyes locked on his cock once again. Billy just lay there, on the floor in the middle of the hall, naked, legs spread and cock pointing to the ceiling.

This time Heather sat still, barely breathing, staring at Billy’s naked form. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out for Billy’s cock. She was sure he would protest, probably even tell their parents. But she couldn’t help it. All the trouble she would get in would be worth it for just one touch of Billy’s cock. But to her surprise, Billy didn’t protest. He didn’t move. He didn’t say a word. All Billy did was moan, as he felt her tiny fingers wrap around his shaft. That was all it took. Heather got down on her stomach, between Billy’s legs, where she could stare at his cock. With one hand she started stroking up and down his length. With her other hand, Heather cupped Billy’s scrotum.

Billy lay back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feel of his sister giving him a hand job.