Shucking Corn

Roger was just about to whip out his cock and start jerking off when there was a knock on the door. Moments later, his mother came breezing in, a basket of clothes under one arm.

“Oh, hey,” said his mother, going over to his dresser. “Got some clean socks and underwear for you.”

“Jeez, Mom!” said Roger, scrambling to turn off his phone and then slide it underneath the pillow.

“Listen, honey, can I talk to you for a moment?” said his mother, putting the basket down and then taking a seat next to him on the edge of the bed.

“Um, sure,” said Roger, praying she wouldn’t notice his hard-on trying to push its way through the fabric of his shorts.

“As you know, my one-year wedding anniversary is coming up soon,” said his mother. “I know it was a big deal for you, having Steve and Karli join our family, but I just wanted to say that I’m really proud of how well you’ve taken it.”

“Uh-huh,” said Roger with a gulp.

“I especially appreciate how you’ve made Karli feel at home,” said his mother. “You may not believe it, but she really looks up to you.”

“Sure,” said Roger.

“God knows, when I was her age, I could’ve really used an older brother to keep me in check,” said his mother with a grin. “Maybe then I wouldn’t have been so wild, hehe.”

“Yep,” said Roger, just wishing she’d hurry up and leave.

“All I could think about was boys back then!” said his mother with a laugh. “Oh well. I guess every girl goes through a phase like that.”

“Ugh,” said Roger, squirming around with embarrassment.

“Anyway, thanks for looking out for her,” said his mother, reaching over to tousle his hair. “She may not realize it now, but one day, she’ll be glad you were there to guide and protect her.”

“Listen, Mom...” said Roger.

“Relax, I was just popping in to drop off some clothes,” said his mother, getting to her feet. “I’ll let you get back to whatever it is you were doing.”

“Sure,” said Roger. “And can you, uh, close the door?”

“Huh? Oh, of course, of course,” said his mother, giving him one last look before exiting his bedroom and then closing the door behind her.

As soon as the coast was clear, Roger got his phone out from underneath the pillow and thumbed it open, ready to get back to the business of jerking off. But just as he was about to press ‘play’ on a video, the door to his bedroom flew open and his stepsister came flying in.

“What the hell?” spluttered Roger. “Doesn’t anybody knock around here?”

“Why? Were you up to something naughty?” said Karli with a laugh, flouncing her way over to his bed and taking a seat.

“What do you want, Karli? I’m kinda busy at the moment,” said Roger.

“Uh-huh,” said Karli with a laugh. “Listen, I’ve got something important I need to ask you.”

“What?” growled Roger.

“You remember my boyfriend?” said Karli.

“Um, not really,” said Roger.

“Sure you do. I told you about him. Jason?” said Karli, shooting him an angry look. “Well, he just broke up with me.”

“Uh, sorry to hear that,” said Roger.

“Yeah, he blamed me for it too. Can you believe it?” said Karli, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, you’re a guy, so I wanted to ask your opinion.”

“About what?” said Roger, wishing she’d just hurry up and let him get back to what he’d been doing.

“Well, Jason kept telling me how much he wanted to have sex with me, like, all the time,” said Karli with a small laugh. “And at first, I was like, okay, but then it got to be a little too much, you know?”

“Listen, maybe you should talk to someone else about...” said Roger before she cut him off.

“No, hang on. I want your advice, okay?” said Karli.

“Fine,” said Roger with a sigh.

“Okay, so when he’d get all horny, I had to do something to keep him happy, right?” said Karli. “So I'd give him a handjob.”

“Ugh,” said Roger, not really wanting to think about such a thing.

“So guess what he told me? He said that I suck at handjobs, and he needs a girl who knows how to properly get him off!” said Karli, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Alright...” said Roger.

“What? Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?” said Karli.

“It’s really none of my business,” said Roger, feeling very uncomfortable.

“Well, has it ever happened to you?” said Karli.

“Has what happened to me?” said Roger.

“Did you ever get a bad handjob from a girl?” said Karli.

“Um, no, not really,” said Roger, although the truth was that he’d never gotten one.

“Well, Jason told me it felt like I was shucking corn down there,” said Karli. “Can you believe it?”

“Listen, I...” said Roger before she cut him off.

“Just tell me how you prefer to get stroked off, and then I promise I’ll leave you alone,” said Karli, a strangely earnest look in her eyes.

“Well...” said Roger, his pulse beginning to race. “I don’t know. I mean, a handjob is pretty simple, right? It’s just up and down, up and down.”

“That’s what I said!” said Karli. “But Jason said I kept acting like I was shucking corn.”

“Huh?” said Roger, finding it hard to think straight with all this talk about handjobs.

“Here, maybe it’s easier if I show you,” said Karli, leaning over and reaching into the waistband of his shorts to grab his dick.

“Woah, what are you doing?” said Roger, pushing her away.

“Aww, come on. I can see you’ve got a boner,” said Karli with a giggle.

“No, I do not,” protested Roger, his face growing warm.

“Sure you do. You were in here jerking off to porn again, weren’t you?” said Karli with a grin.

“What I do in my own time is my business,” said Roger with a huff.

“Oh, relax. I’ve seen you doing it, like, a hundred times,” said Karli.

“What?” said Roger, astounded.

“Yeah, you forget to close your door all the way sometimes,” said Karli with a little laugh. “Anyway, take out your cock, and I’ll show you what I was talking about.”

“I... I can’t do that,” stammered Roger.

“Why not?” said Karli.

“Um, for one, because you’re my stepsister. Jeez!” said Roger, his face sizzling with heat even as his dick strained to get free of the confines of his shorts.

“Well, I really need your advice on this, Roger, because I don’t want it happening again with my next boyfriend,” said Karli. “So, are you going to let me demonstrate on your cock or not?”

“No, absolutely not,” said Roger, although his penis was sending up very different messages to his brain.

“Fine, suit yourself,” said Karli with a pout. “Pussy.”

“Hey!” protested Roger.

“Look, I’m not going to get you off, okay?” said Karli. “I just really some advice, advice from someone who has a dick. I need to make sure I'm doing this right.”

“There are, like, literally millions of other guys out there you could ask,” said Roger.

“Yeah, but you’re right here, and you already have a hard-on,” said Karli. “Come on. Why are you being so weird about this?”

“Me? I’m the one being weird?” said Roger, flabbergasted. “You’re the one asking your stepbrother to whip out his cock.”

“Yes! Because I need some advice!” said Karli with an exasperated groan. “Look, it’ll only take five seconds. You just need to tell me if what I’m doing feels good or not. All right?”

“I don’t know...” said Roger, frozen with indecision.

“Five seconds, that’s it,” said Karli, looking him squarely in the eye. “So, are you gonna help me or not?”