Sacrifice

After the hug Elsie immediately excuses herself to the washroom so that she could try on the jeans. In turn you thank each of the girls for showing up and helping to make this a special night and they each assure you that they were glad to do it. A fun night out with the girls didn’t take much arm twisting, especially among Allison and her gal pals who were planning on going out tonight anyway.

It isn’t long before Elsie struts back into the room wearing her brand new pair of tight ass hugging jeans. You were relieved to see they fit her perfectly. Holding her hands out she does a little spin for you. Her shapely legs, her curving hips, her smooth crotch, El wasn’t hiding behind a curtain of fabric anymore. Daaaamn did she look good! Your heart soars seeing her so happy.

El’s ditzy friend hops up and down excitedly, in doing so revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra. “You look great!” She stops and scratches her head. “Ya know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything but a dress.”

Elsie and the others begin to chat, getting to know each other, as Allison gradually shepherds them into moving toward the door. With El and Zoey at only 18 and the others between 19 and 20 polite introductions quickly escalate into girlish chatter and giggles. The noise soon becomes deafening. To your ear they were all talking at once and it seemed a miracle how any of them kept track of anything being said in the din. Oh how joyful Elsie looked. That smile on her face made it all worthwhile.

As you look around you marvel at the dizzying display of raw feminine hotness that was about to be unleashed on an unsuspecting world. Zoey, the bubbly ditzy blue eyed blonde cutie pie. Shanice, the smooth confident long legged bombshell. Mei, with the toned compact body of a gymnast combined with an alluring swagger one only saw with top athletes. Casey, the emerald eyed Irish rose with the voice of an angel whose long slender physique paired flawless with her refined graceful mannerisms. Allison, firm and fit with eyes like sapphires and an almost palpable wild spirit simmering just beneath her facade of cool. And of course, more than the rest combined, the rare beauty that was Elsie. Eyes as dark and endless as the night sky. The achingly ravishing face of a Pixie princess. Her body soft and curvaceous, a paragon of the classic feminine shape. Demure and shy, yet with a twinkle of an impish playfulness just beginning to peek through the barriers she’d built up over her life.

By God what an array of sexy women! And each of them dressed to kill.

And yet…

…and yet…

…you felt not a thing. Not in a carnal way that is. You were happy for El of course and you could appreciate what you were witnessing on an aesthetic level, yet there wasn’t even a flicker of arousal as you watched these six gorgeous women get ready for their night on the town. Worry began to grow inside of you. But you focus on Elsie, on her joy, and your worry eases. You knew the risks when you made your offer and you had zero regrets.

As you look at El, feeling so glad that you had done this for her, you are suddenly aware of somebody at your side.

“She’ll be okay.” Casey’s ethereal voice says. “Don’t worry. We’ll bring her back safe and sound.”

You look at your friend and smile. “Was it that obvious?”

Casey pats your shoulder. “You’re her big brother. It’s natural.”

“Hey, thanks for coming out to this. It means a lot.”

“No, thank you Jesse.” She smiles. “Even among my artsy friends, especially among my artsy friends, it’s not often I can just be one of the girls without any…weirdness.”

You nod, glad that Casey had fit in so well. Beyond a bit of harmless confusion with Zoey all had been totally cool with the gender fluid Casey being a part of this.

With shoes on, purses collected, and swimming gear packed up into gym bags the gaggle of non-stop nattering girls were ready to go. They laugh and whoop and wave goodbye. In the chaos you catch your sister’s eyes gazing at you intently, expressing a gratitude that words could not sum up properly. You just smile at her and give her a slow nod.

“Have fun girls.” You call after them.

“We will!” They call back before erupting into their impenetrable cloud of overlapping conversations once more. The door closes, their voices fade, and you are left in quiet. “Damn they’re loud.” You chuckle, your ears still ringing.

It was going to be a long night for you. The plan was for you to wait here until they got back so that you could give your sister a lift home, and with all they had planned who knows how late that was going to be. You settle into Allison’s desk with a textbook and try to read but soon give up on that idea and decide instead to watch some television, though your thoughts returned again and again to your sister’s party. Hopefully El was having fun.

Eventually you turn off the TV, even this you couldn’t concentrate on. As you sit there that worry niggles back into your consciousness. You’d been given the green light, it was time to truly test out the new equipment. Surely, even if it’s a bit early, you could get some sign of life out of it.

Confident that the girls’ return was still hours away you make yourself comfortable right there in the living room and whip your dick out. It felt satisfying as it filled your hand, long and meaty. You could still remember Elsie’s surprised words the day of the big reveal and the measurements your Mom took. “He’s exactly my size when I’m soft!” It was true, her flaccid member then was the same length as your full on erection, and she had grown a bit in the interim. You sit and fondle yourself for a time, just taking in the new feelings. There was no pain, sensation was good, everything felt warm and healthy, and all looked perfectly normal. And yet…nothing.

Bringing up some porn on your phone you let yourself sink into a fapping state of mind as you watched and listened to the blistering hot scene on the screen, gently dry stroking yourself as you do so. Nothing. You up the ante, moving onto some really hardcore shit and breaking out the lube. Nada. Not a twitch, not a surge, not a single thing. You could feel it fine but it was like rubbing your arm or belly, the long flaccid fleshy tube just flopped impotently in your stroking hand. After perhaps five minutes you let go of your cock and let out a defeated sigh. You didn’t even conjure a chub, nevermind an actual hard on. Beyond this…you just weren’t feeling it. The porn just streamed by with as much interest to you as a nature documentary.

“Well…shit.” You mutter as you clean yourself up. It appeared that you had given your sister one hell of a sacrifice. You weren’t happy but neither were you weren’t devastated. You had hoped it wouldn’t have come to this but deep down there were no regrets, your love for Elsie eclipsed all.