“Honey, can you go upstairs and check up on Mikey, make sure he's 'alright?' It's been some time since we've heard from him.” Mom asked you in a tentative voice as her eyes locked onto yours, discomfort and quiet concern writ clearly on her face. Biting your lip in consternation, you nodded meekly as you begin to trudge upstairs towards my room, your mind replaying the scene from just hours prior.

The three of us huddled together in the exam room, as the physician explained the diagnosis for my condition: Hyperspermia, a particularly severe case. Even as the hairs on the back of your neck rose in revulsion, you took on a determined expression, listening attentively as the doctor patiently explained that my body produces an abnormal amount of semen, constantly, and that I'd need to ejaculate at least every few hours, lest the build-up lead to actual physical pain.

When asked how you and our mom could help, the doctor jokingly suggested finding me a girlfriend, and fast. A sidelong look shared between you and her conveyed your lack of faith in that happening any time soon, though. 'Poor little guy.' You remember thinking as you looked over at my troubled expression, your nurturing instinct taking over, filling you with that irrational desire to combat any perceived source of pain or discomfort to your shy, sweet little brother. Now, hours later, trepidation boils up in your gut as you mentally grapple with the reality of what all of this actually entails.

Your mind is racing. Your legs feel like lead, every step you take up the staircase weighing you down. You make it to the door, closed, and pause, your ears picking up on grunts and moans, the *slick-slacking\* sound of wet flesh greeting flesh. For an instant, you almost panic and bolt, but to your credit, you don't. Turning the knob, you quietly open the door and enter, shutting it behind you.

The scene is a fright. Me sitting forward in my gaming chair, shorts down to my ankles. A gallon jug with the top sawed off, positioned and clenched in-between my thighs, filling up with milky, white fluid at a glacial pace. My hand on my cock, slowly stroking, six inches of wet, pre-cum-slick flesh aimed downwards as it leaks and drools into the vessel. As you stare, mouth agape, every instinct you have is telling you to scream. To retreat. To forget you ever saw this happen. You don't scream though, nor retreat. You watch, and you listen.

The gasps and moans I emit aren't sounds of pleasure. The expression on my face mirrors no perversion, no sense of hedonistic indulgence. Just teeth-gritting discomfort. Fighting back waves and waves of revilement, you feel that tiny swell of compassion, bubbling up to rise above the leaden feeling in your gut. Your little brother is in pain. You have to do something. You step forward bravely, steeling yourself to perform the necessary duty to abate your little brother's distress: By draining his full, heavy balls... Just like any good big sister would.

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