Hand-job, blow-job, …. awkward silence #NSFW #SOSS

The phone rings, it’s Sierra. We had taken a little break after the amazing start to our budding romance. I answer and before I can ask how she’s doing, there is a waterfall of words gushing into my ear. When she speaks fast, and is a bit excited, her English is nearly incomprehensible. All I get is something about her brother, hands, big, and throat. The rest is probably Italian filled with curse words from multiple languages.

“Slow down, Sierra, I don’t understand a word your saying. Let’s take one step at a time. What’s wrong with your hands?” She slows down a little, at least enough for me to understand that there is nothing wrong with her hands.

“OK, that’s good, right? Is your brother OK?” Here goes the waterfall again. Yes, clearly, it has something to do with her brother. And somebody seems to be too big.

“Alright, calm down, so, it’s about your brother. Are you worried that he is putting on weight? Or has he done something terrible?” This time I hear a distinct ‘si, si’. I’ve hit on something. Finally she slows down enough to get her story out.

“I don’t know what to do, Francesca, he wants it, tonight, but I just can’t do it.” I’m clearly still missing something here. “What does he want, and what about tonight?” I fear I know the answer I’m about to hear. They may be brother and sister, but are more than close. I’ve experience that myself.

“You know that we practice a lot together, like hand-jobs, blow-jobs, and so many other things I don’t even want to tell you about.” Wow, I knew they were close, but I didn’t think they were that close!

“You probably think I’m a pervert that I give my brother blow-jobs, but it makes me better and him happy. So no harm done, right?” Well, I’m no prude, but I’m not entirely sure I want to know where this is going. Without trying to sound like I’m preaching, if he wants to have sex, as in fucking her, right in her cunt, I think that’s going a bit too far for siblings. Call me old-fashioned, but I do have my limits.

“I’ve never shared this with you, but I can’t deep-throat. As much as I try, my gag-reflex kicks in and I have to stop. His cock is just too big for me. He never brought it up, but today, he said that for his birthday present, he wants me to take him all the way. Tonight! I didn’t say anything, I didn’t know what to say. I love him and will do anything for him, but I just can’t do it.”

Boy was I relieved. And here I thought he wanted to fuck her pussy like she’s some piece of meat. Instead, all he wants is to stuff his meat down her throat. I almost over-reacted. But I can see how this is a bit awkward for Sierra. She can’t say ‘no‘, but she also can’t say ‘yes‘.

“You had me worried for a second, Sierra. I thought you were calling about something serious! Believe me, you can do this. Trust me, it’s going to be fun. I’ll walk you right through it. It works, even if you’ve never been able to control your gag reflex.” I hear some kisses, a lot of Italian, and a very relieved voice at the other end.

“Alright, first thing, don’t practice. Don’t do anything today to get your gag reflex under control. If it hasn’t happened so far, it’s not going to in a day. Trust me, you don’t need to control it.” There is some incredulous mumbling coming over the phone, but I just continue while she seems to be listening.

“First is the attitude. You need to take control, he’ll be happy that he gets what he wants and will be more than willing to let you be in charge. Don’t let him be a porn star and start shoving his cock in your mouth. Tell him to relax, you’ll do the rest.” There is some silence on the other end before I hear a quiet, “if you say so.”

“Then have a shot of whiskey, bourbon, or something strong just before you start.” Here comes the waterfall again. I just wait until she’s done unloading. “No, silly, it’s not to get you drunk, it’s to numb the back of your throat just a little. If all goes well, you’ll be sore enough tomorrow.”

She is still worried, largely about one thing. “But what if it doesn’t work; what if I throw up as soon as he goes deeper than I can take?”

“Sweetie, remember, you’re in charge. Take it slow, start with a normal blow-job, get him nice and hard. Then make sure he you have enough spit on his cock and your mouth is nice and moist. If you feel your mouth drying, keep chewing on his cock, think of it as a nice, thick, juicy, piece of meat that you’re about to eat. Trust me, chewing is the best way to increase saliva in your mouth.”

“What if I bite him?”
“Don’t! Rule number one in deep-throating is to keep your teeth out of the way! Just keep thinking ‘big meat‘. Can you do that?” I can’t hear her response, but I take it as a ‘yes‘.

“Now comes the most important part. You will only throw up when your body thinks something unwanted is entering your throat. When you feel his cock at the back of your throat, swallow as you take him past your gag reflex.” She is still quiet.

“Then be prepared that his cock will be down your throat, you can’t breath, and eventually, you’re gag reflex will try to eject his cock and throw up.” I hear a panicked scream coming from her end. Best to be ignored until she calms down.

“Just wait, when you throw up, where is his cock?” Silence, again, until she responds, “in my throat?” Bingo.

“Yes, and guess where your throw-up goes when it can’t get through your throat because it’s blocked by his cock? It stays where it belongs! All you have to do is keep swallowing. It may not taste great, but he’ll never know what just happened.” She seems skeptical.

“Look, for him, he is first of all amazed that you can take him all the way, and on top, what you experience as a gag reflex and wanting to throw-up, he experiences as your throat muscles tightening around his cock like you’re squeezing the blood out of him. He will think you’re a master at this.” She’s not sure it really works that way, but seems to be opening up to the idea.

“Just remember, don’t let him pull his cock out until you’ve swallowed the mess inside you. You’re eyes will probably tear up, you will be a bit out of breath. While you push him out slowly, suck on his dick like you don’t want him to leave. Just in case there is anything messy left.”

There is silence on the other end, but the good kind. I can tell she’s mentally going though every step. That’s the best preparation. “Oh, and, Sierra, before you kiss your brother good night, brush your teeth.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Francesca! This is genius. I think I can do it. But now I’m really hungry. Do you want to come over and have home-made lasagna before my brother comes home? I made way too much and can’t eat it all. I’m already stuffed like an egg.”

“NO!”

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