Big Sis
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Big Sis
I can’t recall a time in my youth that I ever liked my sister Connie. She always knew best, and was forever correcting me. When I was eighteen and she was nineteen though things suddenly changed, I guess it’s because we’d matured from the adolescent kids they we were and were seeing things differently now. We now talked about things we’d never talk about before, and it was like having a different sister to the one I grew up with.
I even protected her a few times from guy’s who acted like jerks, but there was something else that had changed and it bothered me somewhat. I kept noticing how attractive she was, like I never knew that she was a female. She seemed to blossom over night, which brought out all the jerks and jocks who wanted a piece, if you know what I mean?
At that time she was still deciding what she wanted to do with her life, and the only thing she knew for sure was that she wanted to travel. It was quite by accident that I spotted an ad on my computer one day that I thought she might be interested in. The ad was for a masseuse aboard cruise liners, and when I showed Connie she was very excited about the possibilities. She took down some details and phoned the company in question to get all the info she would need.
Nothing is ever that simple though, because she learned that she had to go to a class for a year in order to qualify. A full-time massage therapy training program that prepares you for an exam can be completed within 12 months. The National Certification Exam would follow and if she passed that she could soon be on her way. At first it all seemed a daunting task, but the more she thought about the rewards the more she wanted to enroll. The money alone, without the travelling, could be as much as $45.000 per year. In the end she enrolled into a program that was being run from our local college, thanks in no small part to mom and dad.
When she started, she was surprised by how much she was meant to learn, but after a few weeks she realized that she wouldn’t have to learn it all over night and she had the confidence to do it. In fact after a lot of studying, she found the theoretical part easy. She now had to learn the practical, i.e. hands on massaging, which is when she came to me. I was only too happy to help her out, I just wish now that I’d thought it through first.
She wanted to do it professionally, so she actually borrowed a fold away massage table and brought it home. I was then supposed to have a towel around my waist, and she would take it from there. At first it went well, I was lying on my stomach and she was giving me a reasonably good massage. I had to tell her a couple of times not to be so rough, but over all I enjoyed a relaxing massage and thought that she’d make a very good masseuse.
Now came the moment when I had to turn over onto my back, and although I wasn’t thinking of anything other than enjoying the rest of the massage I couldn’t help but notice Connie’s nipples making an indent in her tee shirt. At first I took my eyes away from it, as I didn’t want to embarrass her. When she finished my legs she began to work on my chest, and that’s what did it. In my mind I knew she was my sister, but the sensual feelings of a pretty woman rubbing oils into your chest makes you think of things that you wouldn’t normally think of.
Needless to say I started to get hard, and try as I might I couldn’t stop it from happening. My towel suddenly started to rise like someone had pitched a tent over my crotch. When Connie noticed it she went ballistic.
“Oh my god David, I’m your sister for Christ sake,” she said, stepping away from the table.
“I’m sorry sis, I couldn’t help it. The massage felt so sensual and relaxing that before I knew it I was getting aroused and that was the result,” I replied, now sitting on the edge of the table.
At first she didn’t say anything else, so I decided to explain a few things to her.
“One thing you’re not doing here sis, is taking into account that this could actually happen when you’re massaging a costumer. You can’t act like this then, you’ve got to ignore it and carry on like nothing is happening.”
She thought about that for a minute and then turned to me.
“You’re right; if I’d done what I just did to you to a costumer I’d not only embarrass him I’d embarrass myself as well.”
“That’s right, and after all that’s said and done it was only an erection. I was more embarrassed about it than you were, trust me,” I replied, getting off the table to go and get dressed. “Before I get dressed sis, I’ve got to tell you that that massage was very relaxing and I enjoyed it. I think you’re going to make a great masseuse.”
She thanked me for that, and for being her test subject and left it at that. Over the coming weeks she used me a few more times, and that incident wasn’t repeated, mainly because she only massaged my back. In fact it didn’t happen again until the day before her exam, as she’d now had a year of training and asked me if I’d like one more massage. She was sure that she’d improved by leaps and bounds, and wanted me to see what she could now do. Mom and dad had gone out for dinner that night, so we had the house to ourselves. Connie set the table up and I went and got out of my clothes.