Rebecca cums to an epiphany, and perspective swap to finish out the day with John

I brought my other hand up to my chest and began pawing at at my breast, but that was hardly important. Neither was the roaring fire in my pants, pants that somehow become unbuttoned. I had to figure out how to not be so mean. But how?

I would certainly encourage his perv- no, his mature adult interests by showing off to him, demonstrating that I accept and encourage him. My eyes gazed unseeing past the TV, barely able to hear the sound over somebody's panting and moaning. "Gaah!" I gasped as a revelation hit me.

The sock had my name on it. That had been a mean thought before, but now it felt different. There was something important there.

The sock had my name on it.

And I like that.

And all at once I realized what I could do, what I should do. It wasn't fair that he has to hide away, jerking off thinking about me. He probably feels ashamed. How awful! I need to be nice. I slid my body onto the floor as my fingers teased my screaming clit, my hips convulsed with my heartbeat.

"I nnnEE should be *gasp gasp* his new cock," my eyes opened wide and I let out a loud moan, "soooOOCK. OH GOD!"

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Cumming that hard can leave a girl a little dazed, and it was a few minutes before I picked myself up off the floor and fixed my clothes. I walked to the bathroom and washed my hands. In the mirror I made sure that my breasts looked good in my tight v-neck shirt, for John. And I took a deep breath.

"Ok Becs," I said to myself. "It's time to make amends."

I approached John's door and reached forward to knock when I heard a familiar rhythmic sound. I smiled "Perfect." I said aloud and then the sound stopped.

Shit! I just interrupted his jerk session, that was so mean! I need to not be so mean. And I froze, hand inches from his door. Should I go in now, offer myself to inspire his efforts towards getting off? Or no, he'd probably freak out at first, and I interrupted his Jack session, which was mean.

I stood there for a long moment. This was hard, but it might be best to let him finish and give him space for a while. John clearly loves to jerk off and I should encourage that by not bothering him right now. But... patience Becca.

Quietly as I could, I walked away. I had work in an hour and a half anyway and I needed to shower, Lord knows John can jerk off for days. I suppressed a loving chuckle and I crept away on my tiptoes to retrieve my phone, kind thoughts forming in my head.

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I was on my bed, jacking off furiously. Why did Becca have to be such a bitch to me all the time? I mean... I knew why but... Fuuuck stop thinking about your sister! I screamed internally. Stop thinking about her perfect legs and big tits-nope! Fuck what was I supposed to do? She was hot!

Alice! Phew, I sighed as my pumps grew les furious, more rhythmic and I settled into a fantasy. I'd saved her and she thanks me by blowing me. Wait slow it up... I'd saved her and she takes off her top, fuck! Her tit felt so nice.

"Thank you so much John!" She would moan into my ear as we stood there on the street. "Do you want to touch my titties again?"

God. That was all my dick needed as a exploded into my sock... Well technically my sister's sock but I didn't want to think about that right now.

"Ahhh" I sighed and relaxed on my bed. That was better. Then I listened, just to make sure I hadn't made too much noise. All I heard was the sound of the TV elsewhere in the house and a couple more muffled sounds from the same area. Did Becca just groan something? But then all was quiet. Good, I thought as I zipped up and began to stow my 'Becky Sock' under my mattress.

But I slowed, remembering that guy from before. The one who seemed to disappear in an instant. What he'd said, that once a day I could make a suggestion to somebody and they would 'take it to heart', that was interesting. I'm not sure what he meant but my mind ran with it.

I replaced Becky Sock on my cock and began to pump again.

In my fantasy, Alice was meeting me to study. "Hey Alice," I would say "You're happy to suck my cock any time I ask."

And then the hot redhead with the hot tits and the big hot ass would blink and shake her head and say "Yeah I guess so" and then -- movement at my door, Fuck!

"Perfect." Becca's voice. I froze.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I slowly began trying to cover myself up. There! Under the door! I could make out the silhouette of someone standing right on the other side. What was she doing? Oh God, why? She was going to open the door and I'll never hear the end of it.

It seemed like an eternity, me lying there partially under his covers, dick in hand -I really should move- frozen and staring at the door. But it was only about 60 seconds or less when I saw the silhouette move almost silently away and a few moments later, the soft shut of my sister's bedroom door.

Crisis averted.

And despite my better judgement, I began to pump my now soft cock again. Trying to fill my mind with imaginings of Alice while my sister's big tits kept swimming into my mind's eye. Only for them to suddenly belong to Alice. Which was awfully weird considering how much larger Alice's chest had been, I think. A few minutes of this I was ready to cum and cum I did, my dick pulsed for over a minute as I rode the orgasm, my hand squeezing the head for maximum effect.

After cleaning myself off and tucking Becky Sock away, I picked up my phone. Huh. Somebody actually texted me. Becca. Uh oh.

Nervously I opened it, half-expecting some anti-fap tirade against my perviness. Wouldn't be the first time.

Instead what I found was something altogether different.

-Enjoy! (3:48 pm)

And attached was a link to a file. I clicked it and it was some time before I noticed that my jaw had hit the floor.

The file contained images of Becca from the last couple years. A pic of Becca posing sexily in front of her bedroom mirror in a dress, my cock twitched. A pic of Becca in the same dress but with her ass facing the camera, my hand reached for my cock. A pic of her in a blue bikini, I sat back down on my bed. A pic of her in a skirt and halter top with excellent cleavage. A pic of her in a different dress, this one a tight white cocktail dress. I was jerking off again. As I scrolled through pic after pic of my hot sister. I wanted to wonder why she sent them to me. Hell, I was sure this was some sick prank. But I couldn't care.

I barely heard the shower turn on, right Becca had work at the restaurant at 5. I couldn't control myself as he jacked off to these sexy pics of my sister. They looked like they must have been for her 2 boyfriends and 1 girlfriend she'd had since high school. Fuuck. They were hot. About 15 pics in total. And when I got to the last one I came and immediately started jerking off again.

The pick was of my sister, of Becca of all people, on her bed in a lacy set of underwear and a matching push-up bra. She must have taken this one on a timer because it was the only one where her phone wasn't in her hand. She had one hand behind her neck, her elbow pressing on her breast, the other on her stomach as though she were about to start doing her equivalent of my current activities. 'Jilling off.'

I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop, perhaps she sent this to me by accident. Of COURSE! That was the only logical explanation, it's not like she just decided that she wanted me to get off to her.

The shower stopped and I froze when I heard the sound of Becca exiting. She paused in front of his door again. Why?

*Knock knock*

"John?" shit shit shit shit.

I quickly tried to hide my cum covered hands and pants and oh god it was useless. "Don't come in I'm- I'm- I'm jerking off!" Why did I say that! Shiiiiit. I mean it would be a sure-fire way to get her to leave me alone but-

A giggle from beyond the door, "I know, it's ok. Can I come in?"

Whaaaaat? "Hell no! Leave me alone, Perv!" Was the first thing I shouted. What the fuck was happening?

"Oh um, ok then." And with that she walked away.

She sounded slightly... disappointed? Was she on ****? I heard her door close and I looked back at the trove of pics she sent me.

No.... She was not coming on to me. Absolutely not. It was some awful trick. Maybe to make me realize how how much of a perv I was. Well that just made me angry. And my anger led to lust. And lust led me back to my cock.

Some time later I heard Becca exit her room and approach my door again. "Hey John I'm heading to work and bef-"

"Leave me alone then! God!" I was mortified by my childish tone but I couldn't help it, I couldn't handle this shit.

"Um, ok John. Have a good evening!" She said chipperly and left. I listened to her walk to the door and exit.

I went to my window and looked out to see her walking to her car. She was wearing her waitress clothes, a tight white sleeveless top and black shorts. Fuck, her tits we're ready to bust that thin shirt right open! Too bad there was no cleavage, although the shirt still left little to the imagination.

Just before getting in the shitty Honda she looked back and up to me. I froze.

She smiled and cocked her hip, she took a look around and then quickly shook her chest at me like a burlesque performer. I stood agape, she winked and turned around popping out her butt on the way into the car. She started it and drove away. I knew she wouldn't be home until after midnight and breathed a sigh of relief and confusion.

Needless to say this started a whole new chain of jerking off for me. And before I knew it, it was dinner time.

Mom brought home some pizza and I ate it in my room. I reflected on how much Becca looked like her, except Mom had darker hair. Dad was a lucky man, and I **** myself not to think about my mother like that. My dick was still sore from my marathon session earlier but I kept looking back at the cache of hot pics that my sister sent me. Was I lucky? Or was this a trick? What was up with what she did when she saw me watching her from the window? WHY WAS SHE TRYING TO COME INTO MY ROOM WHILE I WAS JACKING OFF?

Too many questions, maybe today was a dream. I saved a beautiful girl's life and she seemed into me. Then my sister... I didn't know what to think. I couldn't handle my confusion and turned my attention to my homework. Ugh.

Hours later, after several trips away from my schoolwork and into the World of Warcraft, I checked my phone again.

2 texts. One from Becca. One from Alice.

Arousal, dread, joy, and more dread filled me as I stated at my phone. I opened the text from Becca.

-Hows ur nite goin? ;) (9:21 pm)

Attached was a pic. Of naked tits. Becca's big, perky, naked tits with her warmly beaming face. The pic was clearly taken in the bathroom of her job. I closed it, too dazzled to compute this new raunchy behaviour from her.

I opened the text from Alice.

-Hey :) it's Alice (the girl you saved from getting flattened) I just wanted to say thanks again and say hi. Do you want to get together tomorrow? I thought I could show you around and stuff, as promised :P (10:04 pm)

I swear my heart didn't beat as I read the text over and over again. She was into me. Holy shit, a girl was into me. Then I looked at the time 11:10. Shit! It's been over an hour I'm going to blow it! Quickly I typed a response.

-hey hey! How you doing girl? Feeling ok? I got a lil scraped up haha. Don't you mention it I was just being my normal chivalrous self ;) (11:14 pm)

-yeah I'd love to hang tomorrow and enjoy your knowledge of campus! (11:14 pm)

"Enjoy your knowledge?" God I sounded dumb.