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When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I realized I had left my book on my bed. Before running back up to get it, I heard the twins and their friends talking and laughing in the garage. I'm pretty sure I heard my name mentioned more than once, by more than one person. Sphincter heads!
I ran back up the stairs, headed toward my room, and noticed the door was closed. As I opened the door, I thought it was odd that it was shut tight. In our house, doors were rarely closed, and never locked. As I crossed the threshold, heading toward the bunk beds, I saw Danny still lying in bed, reading his magazine. The difference this time, he was bare-assed naked. And he was pumping his cock like a madman.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted.
Danny tried to cover himself with the magazine, but his stiff dick wouldn't allow it. He stammered something like "Hey, get out," but that wasn't going to happen. This was my room too.
"Geez Danny, can't you wait until dark, or you're alone in the bathroom or something?"
"Yeah right, when is anyone ever alone in this house?"
He had a point, although I was still pissed.
"Well cut it out, at least wait until I'm at work," I said.
Danny replied, "I thought you'd be downstairs reading for awhile. It doesn't matter, I can't get off anyway."
My inquisitive Cat ears perked up. "What do you mean, you can't get off? If you need more time, I'll go back downstairs."
"No, I mean I can't get off, at all. I haven't been able to get off for a few weeks now. I think I'm incontinent."
That made me chuckle. "You mean impotent? Oh c'mon, you're almost 19, you can't be impotent. Maybe you're trying too hard. Or you're doing it too much, and your using up all your sperm. You only get so much, then it's gone. You better save some for your future wife someday."
Danny looked at me like I just told him he had terminal cancer. His dick shrunk down to thumb size, and he looked scared. "What? No way! Are you serious?" he asked.
Then I laughed, "No, I'm not serious, you can jerk off until your 99 if you want. It may even be good for you, keeps your prostate cleaned out. So what's with the misfires?"
"I don't know," he said, "But that's one of the reasons I don't go out much. I'm afraid a girl will want to get romantic, and I won't be able to perform."
"Oh for god's sake, you're just nervous. All guys go through that. You just need to relax, it'll happen on its own."
Danny said, "No it won't. It doesn't work right. The magazines don't even help. I'm afraid to go to the doctor, it'll be embarrassing."
I thought about what Danny said, and my motherly instincts started kicked in again. I also noticed this discussion was making me horny, and it didn't help that I kept glancing at Danny's cock. It was starting to look tempting. So I thought, what the hell, big sister to the rescue.
"Let me see what's wrong. Rub your dick a little." I moved closer to the bed to see better.
Danny was a little hesitant at first, but then his right hand slowly wandered down to his cock, and he began to manipulate it between his thumb and index finger. He started to pull it up and down a bit, but nothing was happening. He spread his legs a little wider, and pulled faster, still nothing.
"See, I told you."
So I said, "You told me the other day you thought I was nice to look at. Would it help if I took off my shirt?"
Danny said, "Maybe, I don't know."
I pulled my tank top off over my head, walked over to the door to close and lock it, then walked back over to the bed and stood above Danny wearing only my bikini bottoms.
"Scoot over," I said.
Danny moved over closer to the wall, and I sat on his bed, and turned my body so my bare boobies were pointed right at his face. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and I knew I'd have to frig myself later. God, I needed a boyfriend! Or two! Or three! I said to Danny, "Okay let's see what happens. Go for it."
So Danny starts to rub himself again, and I thought I saw a twitch or two, and it looked longer than before, but it wa