Helping My Big Sis by Eccho
Explore the enticing tale of 'Helping My Big Sis' by Eccho, where passion and forbidden desire intertwine in an unforgettable erotic journey. Dive into the world of sibling seduction, thrilling encounters, and deep emotional connections. Perfect for those seeking an indulgent escape—read now for an unfiltered exploration of intimacy!<br/>
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Monique is the best person in Natalie’s life. She’s like her best friend. They tell each other everything, encourage and assert each other to accomplish goals, pick each other up after break ups, etc. They’re inseparable and she loves her to death.
But there’s just two things about Natalie that Monique doesn’t know. And she doesn’t know if she’ll ever tell her. Not only is one of them completely weird and would probably severely sever their relationship, but the other one would just completely end it. She doesn’t wanna take the risks.
The first being that over time, she’s grown fond of Monique. So much so that that fondness turned into developing strong feelings for her. She knows it’s wrong and she shouldn’t have these feelings for her own sister, but just knowing that just makes it that much better to her. Normally, she’s able to keep it under control, but as she gets older and older, it’s proving to become more and more difficult. Especially since they live with each other now.
The second secret is just something that Natalie fears would ensure that Monique just cuts her out of her life forever. In her eyes, not only is it extremely weird, it’s just plain unnatural. And it’s the fact that she has a penis. She was born with it and it’s always been a bit of a burden for her. Not only with the morning wood rain, but relationships have been proven to be impossible to maintain. When they would get to the point of where both were ready for sex, the end result would always be the same: disgust in her additional appendage and leaving. Not only did this take massive tolls on her self confidence, but it made her completely give up on romance. She figures if five people can’t handle it, especially with two of them being two of the kindest people she’s ever met, she’s just meant to be alone. And if Monique reacted the same way, it would just destroy her. So she won’t let that happen.
But try as she might, it proves to be quite the challenge for her. Especially when they play games like they used to. Like water fights. Whether it be water balloons, spraying each other after washing hands, or just random instances of gathering water in their palms and throwing them on each other, it was a fun time all around. The problem is with both girls getting older, Monique is developing more and more. And with water completely drenching her shirt, it becomes that much more apparent. And whenever she gets an eyeful of her sister’s gorgeous figure, she suddenly has to use the bathroom or get back to work in her room. And while this would work in the beginning, Monique’s starting to piece together the pattern and getting suspicious.
Natalie types away at her laptop in the living room, conversing to a client of hers that doesn’t realize that $50 a story means $50 a story. Monique walks downstairs, noticing Natalie’s growing frustration. She doesn’t want her to blow a fuse, so she decides to cheer her up a bit. She plops down next to her, saying,
“Hey, Nat. What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” Natalie responds, “Just mentioning for the hundredth time to this dumbass that $25 for a story isn’t gonna cut it.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Yup. Having a blast over here. Oh, here’s another one. Oh, the wonders of freelance writing. Wee.”
“All the fun at the fair.”
“You couldn’t even fathom.”
“Well, while the look on your face and demeanor just scream euphoria, I can’t shake the feeling that you really aren’t having fun.”
“Oh, you’re crazy.”
“Maybe, but it’s just a feeling I’ve got. And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that feeling was correct and I could do something about it.”
She slowly lifts her hand, extending a finger. But Natalie is too invested in the stupidity of her customer to notice.
“And there’s one thing that always brings a smile to your face whether you like it or not,” she continues, bringing her hand to Natalie’s side, gently poking it, causing her to lightly jump, “And I think you know what it is.”
“No,” Natalie says in apprehension as she scoots away, “Don’t you dare.”
Monique scoots towards her, giving a sinister grin. Natalie tries to stand to flee, but Monique’s too fast. She pounces onto Natalie, making her fall back onto the couch as she tickles her rib cage relentlessly. Natalie roars out in laughter, pleading for her to stop as Monique unleashes her assault. She maneuvers her fingers from her ribs, to her armpits, to her neck, to her stomach, revisiting the areas randomly.
Natalie tries to turn the tables, but Monique has always been more dominant than her. Meaning once she’s got, she’s practically stuck until Monique says otherwise. But that doesn’t deter Natalie. She tries in any possible way to at most, switch the position, and at least, stop the tickling.
Natalie makes attempts to tickle her back, but Monique’s been at it for so long that she barely has the energy, let alone the wherewithal, to compete with her tickles. She then attempts to grab her wrists, but Monique’s too quick. She can’t even manage to enclose her hands on her arms.
While Natalie tries to end Monique’s attacks, she can’t help but to take a moment to realize her position: lying on her back, Monique on top of her, straddling her, and touching her entire body. She then feels herself getting a little excited. So she needs to try even harder to stop this before Monique notices her excitement, too.
Monique’s barrage of tickle continues along with Natalie’s constant attempts to stop her. That is until Natalie makes the wrong move. Monique goes for her armpits again, but Natalie accidentally slaps her wrist in an attempt to catch it. This causes Monique’s hand to move onto her breast. The laughing stops. So does the tickling. Both women pause and take a moment to process what exactly is going on. Once it clicks, Monique swiftly snatches her hand back, saying,
“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to…It just- I mean- I was trying to- uh…It was…”
“It’s…It’s fine,” Natalie responds, stopping Monique from sputtering, “It’s ok. Accidents happen.”
“O-okay…good.”
Monique then gets off of her and sits on the couch. Natalie sits up. Not a sound is made. Awkwardness ensues with every second. That is until Natalie’s laptop rings again and she thanks her lucky stars. She stands up and picks it up and says,
“I should…You know…Probably…I guess…Uh, kinda…”
“Yeah,” Monique replies, “Yeah, you should…uh…do the…the thing.”
“Yeah, the thing.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
Silence.
“Kay bye,” Natalie finally says before hastily making her way upstairs.
Once she’s gone, Monique decides to get her mind off of what just happened with some mindless entertainment. She looks down next to her for the remote, only to find that it’s not there.
‘Odd,’ she thinks to herself, ‘I could’ve sworn I felt it between us.’
Natalie makes it to her room, shutting the door and tossing the laptop onto her bed, taking in what just happened. She slumps onto her bed with a deep sigh as the events replay in her head. She then lays down as the replay continues. When she does, she feels her dick practically trying to burst through her shorts. She sighs in annoyance before unbuttoning them and sliding them off, freeing her cock.