Melissa was doing her homework when she heard Bobby come in. It was late, and she knew that would mean his calves and thighs would be hurting him. Coach was pushing his long distance runners hard because, for the first time in a long time, he had a team that had a real chance of taking State. She knew he'd take a shower, and then ask her to rub down his legs. He always did.
But she didn't mind, really. He was a good brother, by virtue of being compared to the brothers of her friends. Her friends all hated their brothers and told horrible tales of mean things they did to their sisters. But Bobby wasn't like that at all. He was sweet and caring to his sister, and she knew it. She appreciated it too. That's why, half an hour later when she heard her brother's plaintive cry "Melissa? I need it bad tonight" she answered back "Be there in a minute." and wrapped up her homework.
She found him on his bed, flat on his back, as usual. Once he lay down it was hard to get him up again. He'd laid out the liniment and other stuff she used on his legs. He had on the loose basketball shorts he used as pajamas.
Melissa wore her PJs too, a set of pale purple baby dolls that were see through for all intents and purposes. It wasn't until she had her hands covered with the smelly liniment that she realized she had forgotten to put on her terrycloth robe. She didn't usually expose herself to her brother this way.
But it was too late now. Her hands were already messy and anyway, his eyes were closed and one arm was across them. As she made the first strokes that would loosen up his tight, cramping muscles he sighed.
"Man that feels good Melissa. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She continued to poke and press and squeeze his muscles. She was used to his compliments and knew she was an accomplished masseuse by now. On legs anyway.
She smiled as the front of his shorts began to tent up. He was getting a hardon. She was used to that too.
He ALWAYS got hardons when she worked on his legs. The first couple of times she had accused him of being some kind of pervert, but he swore it wasn't because of her. He hypothesized it was just because the relief from his pain was so pleasurable that his hormones got out of balance.
What a crock.
But he wasn't an asshole about it, and he never tried to get her to do anything sexual. He was actually kind of a gentleman about it. And, the fact was, she was kind of proud that she could produce an erection like that when he was in such pain ... and that she did it by touching parts of him that weren't sexual at all.
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