Healing A sister : Part 1

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I was bisexual and everyone knew that. I had friends who knew I was mostly gay, but chose “girlfriends” based on looks and jealousy although I never really intended to fuck them much. I was mostly just one of the girls with a few different, if at times somewhat more entertaining, parts. To me we were all just sisters and, though a few of them like to sleep together every now and them to relieve personal or sexual stress or to experiment. Few of us would ever believe or say that we had ever slept with each other out of want or need. So when my closest sisters asked me to come over and help consul one in particular I though nothing of it except she was a friend in need. What I didn’t know was that she’d had a little crush on me, an effeminate male or not, and she knew I’d do anything I possibly could to help another out whether or not it helped or entertained me most of the time.

I came over and went upstairs to her room just below the attic to find her crying her eyes out. “Thank God you’re here. Ryan left me this morning without saying goodbye and I haven’t heard from him yet. We had some really nice and comfortable makeup sex last night after an argument on values ad everything seemed to be going great, but when I woke up he was gone” Becky said. “And you don’t know where he went or if he’s coming back” I had to asked. “He never was happy losing an argument, but aside from that I have no clue. There hasn’t been a letter, a phone call, or anything” she was still crying and I kept wishing, trying to think if there was any way I knew to sooth and ease her pain. Obviously chocolate, ice cream, and candy wouldn’t work for the long haul, I didn’t know if I could set her up with someone else to make her forget about him as she’d lost her virginity to him. Even as caring and thoughtful as a teddy bear would be it wouldn’t ease her troubles for long. Besides, gifts and bears always worked better for healing an illness than for curing a breakup. Outside of getting her a new masturbation toy or setting her up for a one-night stand I couldn’t think of what could possibly work. They’d been pretty close, especially after sleeping together and I didn’t want to do the wrong thing and have her mad at me for my ignorance.

“Is there anything we can do to help? Anything that may make time pass more easily until your see or hear from him again? Or anything we can get you for fun, to try to take your mind off him for a while? Surely there is something” I persisted in inquiring before giving up hope. “Are you trying to say you’d do anything for me to help me get over him, even if it doesn’t work very well or for very long” a smile began forming on her lips. “I would do anything I could for a sister in need, as long as it’s within my power and budget” I virtually swore to her. “Well, there may be one thing I can think of” she began and I waited seeing a smile come to her face that I’d never seen before and, though I had some clue in the back of my mind, I couldn’t really figure out what it was. Amazing how she was still beautiful with her makeup on when she smiled, even if it smeared. “Well, I don’t want any kind of toy, teddy bear or dildo. A vibrator wouldn’t be enough, or an egg. Obviously I don’t want him dead, at least yet. And food and candy won’t really help if you know what I mean. I want the real thing, something more real to me than any of those could be. Something that feels so much better in friendship that makes the world feel like a more wonderful place” she explained and slowly I understood what she needed, what she had called me over for and what I was here to do. Hoping that I was wrong I just looked at Jessica, our mutual friend who’d arrived before I did, and shrugged.

“Silly Jeff, I want you, and to use your dick like a real toy cock, the way it’s supposed to be used. I’m horny as hell, so much so I think I’m burning a fever in both places and there’s only one good cure for that” she explained her present cure and craving. Technically, we all already knew she wanted and what most straight guys thought it should be used more for. I, however, was not the most comfortable with the thought. Sure I was a little bi, she, for a girl, was very beautiful, and for almost any good feeling vibratory sensation I would probably become hard, but this was all wrong for the way I had thought of her. Then my mind started racing through the obvious worst case scenarios. What if he wasn’t good enough or strong enough to have his own children, but I was? What if she had a STD, as unlikely as it was having only been with one guy? What if, somehow or another, in the most random and ludicrous of scenarios I got caught and even though all of my friends, everyone I knew that had known that I was almost completely gay, found out that I’d done something like this? What if they got ready to string me up as a liar or worse? I had to shake my head to get the worst and stupidest thoughts out of it. It’s not that it couldn’t happen, it was that it shouldn’t happen and probably wouldn’t work. If I was uninterested in her I night not even stay hard in the first place, and it was a good bet she’d be disappointed all over again because of that.

“But he’s told all of us so many times, including you that he rarely, if ever, likes women.

I don’t think he’s going to change his mind overnight, Becky, no matter how much you want him to. I mean sex is still sex and you have to love, or at least really be crushing on one another for the act to be good or hold up well. It probably won’t work unless you’re thinking of experimenting. You’ve already had sex with a man though and as effeminate as Jeff is, as sister-like, he’s still not quite a woman or girl” Jessica tried to reason and explain why some things could and couldn’t work.

“Tell you what. Jessica, would you please go and get me a soda and an ice cream? I want to experiment with our sister here, but I might settle for talking to him for now” and just as I was about to get up and head to the door before anyone else she had stopped me. Jessica looked at me with a worried she-found-a-way-to-get-around-us look and gave me an apology with just the look on her face. “You promise to only talk to him and not try to tease him or coax him into going to bed with you?” she asked and was replied to with a nod. I was a little scared, but all I could do was sit down in the chair and get ready for the inevitable as I was about to be the one needing to be cheered up.

Jessica left and Becky got back on her bed, patting the area next to her to signal me to get on it too. I just shook my head hoping somehow that that might keep her from pursuing me any more for now. “Look, all I want is another sister to make me feel good deep, deep inside, like right here” she said with a smile and a giggle rubbing her crotch through an oversized PJ shirt top that doubled as a gown. When that didn’t work and she saw I was waiting for her to get down to the business of talking her through her problem, which we both knew was a fake set up, she stopped and came over to me. Bending over she kissed me, at first on the mouth, but the first chance she got she slid her tongue in. I took some of it, the initial kiss having excited me some, but bit down nicely soon after her tongue was in my mouth as more of a forewarning than anything forewarns.

When she tried to put out and I held on a little bit and then let go she smiled and gave me a sweet, sexy glare. Shed liked it, but it wasn’t my intention.
When she saw the shock of her reaction on my face it gave Becky a different idea, but she never stopped smiling. “Then, to experiment, how about eating me out like any other girl would do at least once for a friend” ass she raised her nightgown and moved her panties over while taking another couple of steps toward me for me to lick her pussy. I tilted my head up and let my tongue go to work on some of the special, more basic physical and sexual science areas I had learned about over the years in there. Supposedly it was easy and like eating an ice cream on a cone. I went to the top of her slit and started rubbing down and she squirted her orgasm partly into my mouth and partly on my face. Obviously she had been holding back for a while now. “Sorry” she said and I resumed. I got her labia in large and small circles before she started bending down some on me, moaning another quick and short orgasm soon to come. When I stuck my tongue in her and wiggled it she went crazy, barely able to stand. I stopped when I thought she might fall on me.

“Is that good enough” I asked her after only a minute or two of having done al of that. “Oh, it’s good” she began slowly going down on me and unzipped my pants. “But it’s not enough” and widening my zipper she stuck her tongue in and pulled out an organ I rarely ever used. Under her nurturing it came to life despite the best of my abilities to keep it small and limp. I knew that no matter how much I loved one or the other any man or woman that sent any warm and moist vibrations through my cock would make it grow. That’s just science. But sometimes when a man tries mentally to reject and force his dick to shrink in these situations it only makes it harder faster, I guess out of nerves. So the whole time she was warming me up I was trying mentally to reject it and the more I tried the more I loved the feeling and the harder I got. In no time she had what she wanted and straddled me on the chair to slide down my love tool. “Remember it’s just an experiment” she said and with those words I let myself go and partially enjoyed the ride. What else could I do seeing as how I was in no shape to reject her anymore?

Though she wasn’t particularly the hottest woman I’d ever seen she had a beauty and was attractive and it did feel like a warm and great shock to my senses to be back in a woman again. “oooooh, ahhhhhh, crhhhhhhh, ughhhhh” she began moaning as she controlled the speed and increased it. Faster and faster she went through a few more orgasms before I finally blew my wad way inside of her. “Thanks, sis” she said as she kissed me on the mouth and went back to the bed to wait for her drink to show up.

In waiting we talked about what we had done and giggled to each other like school girls, acting secretly like we had shared a fun secret.

When her drink returned that was how Jessica found us. “So, did he talk to and help you” she asked. “Well, he didn’t talk to me, but he did help me, and he promised to be able to help any of his sisters in the same kind of need I was in. Isn’t that right, Jeff” Becky explained with a sexy smile and I had a bad idea of what she had gotten me into. “Becky, what did you do” Jessica inquired. “Well, I needed another kind of attention and he helped me get it, so I’m feeling much better now” she explained but Becky wasn’t satisfied with her answer. “Look, I wanted to experiment and I knew, gay as he was, that he’d be good in bed. I needed a toy or tool, so I borrowed him. He didn’t seem to mind that he was coming in me, and if you ask me he needed it as much as I did” Becky explained explained. “Do you need anymore” she asked suddenly interested and noticing her rub her own clit.

“Do you mind if I get some more” my sister asked and I couldn’t deny her so I shook my head, but didn’t smile, as I still wanted her to be a guy. “You can talk to us while we’re getting this done” she told our other sister. After she stripped of what she was wearing she blew me again. Trying to hold it down again to make it last what brought me up so fast this time was getting any attention in the first place. After it had been so long I guess getting any sex was better than no sex and my cock was acting like it was on viagra. Jessica just looked at us shocked at first, then admired what was happening and what I was trying to do, while getting herself off in the excitement. “You shouldn’t be doing that, I mean he is one of our sisters” she tried, while getting herself off, to show that this was still shameful and wrong. “Be quiet about it then if you want to be next” was the reply from my oral lover and Jessica looked at me with a different kind of hope, wanting to use me in the same way. They were about to worship me and all I had to do was go with it.