I helped my sisters BF cum -Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+

“And... what would I have to do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled softly, releasing my hand and stepping back slightly. “Nothing major, at least not yet. How about just a handie?"

I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no denying the attraction I felt toward him, the way my body reacted whenever he was near. But this... this was different. This was risky. What if my sister found out? What if he changed his mind later?

But before I could second-guess myself, I found myself nodding. “Okay,” I said quietly. “I’ll help you.”

His smile widened as he reached out to cup my cheek, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Thanks, Sammy. You have no idea how much this means to me. My balls are about to turn blue.”

I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. The warmth of his hand sent waves of electricity through my body, making me shiver. When I opened my eyes again, he was already unbuttoning his jeans, his movements slow and deliberate.

My breath hitched as he slowly pulled down the zipper, revealing the bulge straining against his boxer briefs, pushing proudly through the fabric. The sight of Julian sent my mind into a frenzy—it was even better than I had ever imagined.

He noticed my reaction, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. Without saying a word, he slid his boxer briefs down, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. It was even bigger than I had thought.

“Please, touch it,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with need.

My hand trembled as I reached out, my fingers hovering just above his shaft. He groaned softly, his hips twitching forward as if craving my touch. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my fingers around his length, feeling the hot, velvety smoothness of his skin.

“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed, his eyes rolling back slightly. “That feels so good, Sammy. Keep going.”

Encouraged by his reaction, I began to stroke him, my movements hesitant at first but gradually growing more confident. I watched his face, taking in every detail—the way his brows furrowed in pleasure, his lips parting as he panted softly, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each stroke.

“Harder,” he urged, his voice strained. “Don’t be afraid to grip me tighter—you won’t hurt me.”

I tightened my grip, my knuckles whitening as I worked him faster. His moans grew louder, more desperate, and a thrill surged through me as I realized the power I had over him. As much as I wanted to drag it out forever, I knew my sister would be out of the shower soon.

“Almost there,” he growled, his eyes blazing with desire. “Keep going, Sammy. Just a little longer...”

My heart raced, my own need building inside me. I wanted to see him come undone, to watch him lose control and spill his seed all over my hand. With renewed vigor, I pumped him faster, my fingers gliding over his sensitive skin with practiced ease.

“Ahh, fuck!” he cried out, his body trembling. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!”

My breath caught in my throat as I felt his climax approach, his cock pulsing in my hand. And then, with a final, powerful thrust of his hips, he erupted—ropes of thick, white cum shooting onto my fingers and splattering onto the floor.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, staring in awe at the sheer volume of his release. “You’re... amazing.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to compose himself, breathing heavily, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “You… you did that, Sammy,” he rasped, “You made me feel incredible.”

Then Julian stood up and reached for his old boxers, using them to clean himself. He tossed them onto my bed, and I gazed at them intently, filled with desire. "Thanks, Sammy. You’re an absolute gem!" A rush of pride washed over me. "Keep the boxers; they’re yours if you want them. Maybe you could get off using them or something. I have to go—your sister will be out of the shower any second. And sorry about the mess." He smirked as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

I wasted no time grabbing the boxers. They carried the scent of his musk from before, now mingled with the lingering aroma of his cum. The blend of aromas was intoxicating; it was the sweetest scent I could imagine. I couldn’t resist licking the cum stain, the flavor a mix of salty and bitter, but my arousal made it taste like honey. I licked another finger coated with his cum, eager to savor more. Then, I pulled out my own little cock. It felt pathetic compared to Julian's, but it still did the trick. Using the cum on my finger as lube, I was so incredibly turned on that I felt myself nearing the edge almost immediately.

My cock began to erupt, unlike Julian's, which was more like a fountain, seeping out and running down my smooth balls. It was more watery and runny compared to his thick, potent load. The sensation was incredible, unlike any other time I had ever come. In that moment, I knew I had to suck Julian off next time—and I also knew that moment couldn't come fast enough!