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Authors: Scarlett Skyes et al

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“Thanks for picking me up, Sis,” Brendan said solemnly as I opened the door and led him into the house. Both of his wrists had been wrapped up tight in braces and elastic bandages with little metal hooks that held them in place. “You…ah, didn’t say anything to my Dad, did you?”

I shook my head. “No. You aren’t, like, really hurt. There’s no reason they have to know right away.”

“Thanks.” He looked at me and gave a half-hearted smile. “Really, I mean it. You’re the best sister a guy could ask for.”

Heat rose up into my cheeks and around to both ears. I tried not to show how much I was blushing, but it couldn’t have been any more evident that what he said affected me.

“Oh, shut up. I don’t want them
canceling their trip and coming home early any more than you do. I still can’t believe they left me here by myself.”

“You’re old enough to handle it,” Brendan said and flopped down onto the couch. He looked at his bandaged wrists and grimaced. “Besides, I’m the one who’s always doing the stupid stuff.”

“I’d hardly call hiking stupid. Accidents happen, Brendan.”

He rolled his eyes and looked down at the floor. “I…wasn’t exactly doing it sober.”

“What? You got drunk and tried to climb over a boulder in the middle of the woods?”

“See?
Stupid stuff.” Brendan eased back and shut his eyes. I kind of had to agree with him there. He wasn’t known for always making the safest decisions. “Man, what was I thinking? I don’t even know how I’m supposed to do anything when I can barely move my hands.”

“How long did the doctor say you’d be stuck wrapped up like that?”

“Like a week or something. Before Henry and your Mom get home, at least. He gave me some pain pills and told me to go back if it was still hurting when I took the bandages off.”

“That’s not too bad, I guess. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before getting hammered and trying to scale dangerous obstacles, huh?”

He nodded absently. I could tell the pain medication was already kicking in. Instead of taking advantage of a perfect opportunity to antagonize him, I went to the kitchen and made something for us to eat. I figured he had already suffered enough, anyway.

For the next few days, I wound up having to do nearly everything for him. He could barely manage to hold a spoon so he could feed himself, so I helped with that. I brushed his teeth on the first night and vowed never to do it again. Door knobs proved to be quite difficult for him to turn, so I had to open and close the door to the bathroom for him whenever he used it.

Annoying, but family looks out for each other.

I still don’t know how he managed to do everything in the bathroom that he had to…but he did, thank goodness.
My poor big brother…
He couldn’t pull the tab on a soda if he wanted something to drink, and I even had to put his shoes on for him, too.

After finishing up the dishes one day, I walked down the hallway towards the living room and noticed the television on again. This wasn’t unusual at all; Brendan couldn’t do much else besides zone out on pain meds and relax on the couch. What struck me immediately, though, was what he was watching.

On the screen, a busty woman straddled onto top of a man and unlatched her bra. She said something, but the volume was far too low to hear. When her white satin bra finally came off, the man’s hands went to her ample breasts and began to knead them eagerly. She rocked her hips and shook her hair free from a ribbon that had tied it in place. Then, she knelt down in front of him on the bed, unzipped the man’s jeans, and proceeded to softly lick and suck on his stiff cock.

Holy hell
.
My brother was watching a porno.
Where the hell did he get that?

I’d never noticed the channels on our television before – he must have gotten a DVD from somewhere and was playing it that way. A light tingle began to stir between my legs.

I crept over to the doorway, just out of sight. When I peered around the corner, I was in for the surprise of a lifetime. Brendan had his sweat pants pulled down and I could see his erect manhood poking out over the waistband!

I managed to suppress a shocked gasp and quickly ducked back before he could see me.
My brother was really packing
. The day he’d pressed up against me in the pool made me wonder how big he was, but now…there was absolutely no doubt about it. His cock put my wimpy vibrator to shame!

But how could he…
do it
to himself with those bandages covering his hands? Daring to take another peek, I watched him stroke the very tips of his fingers up and down his package. Each time he’d slide the foreskin up his shaft, he would lose the delicate grip and try again. He seemed incredibly frustrated at the process.

The tingling sensation down below progressed as I watched the movie from the hallway. In no time, it had become a dull ache which begged for attention. I spread my legs apart just enough and delicately rubbed my folds through my shorts and panties. Damn, I never needed to come so badly. Ever since Brendan came home from the hospital, I hadn’t really had a chance to play with myself like I wanted to. If he heard my buzzing vibrator through the wall to his room, I’d be mortified.

What I really wanted to do was tear off my clothes and impale myself on his hard shaft.
He probably wouldn’t stop me…would he?
As I considered it, the pace of my massaging fingers sped up. In short order, I was feeling a hot flush come over me. Unfortunately, I was so overwhelmed with what I was doing, I didn’t notice the hallway pedestal tilting behind me until a set of keys spilled off and clattered loudly to the floor.

“Ashley?” Brendan called in a surprised voice from the living room.

Before I walked in, he’d somehow been able to put his cock back in his pants. To be honest, it was a remarkable feat considering his injury. Brendan was perched on the couch again, in his usual position, but he had the remote on cushion beside him. In an attempt to hide what he was watching, he used the bottom of one wrist brace to awkwardly change channels over to some children’s cartoon show.

“H-hey!”
Brendan stuttered nervously. “What’s-
shit
…went right past it again. Damn it, I can’t wait to get these braces off.”


You can’t wait to get off, I bet,
” I thought dirtily. The crotch of his sweatpants bulged out from the erection he had hidden just underneath them and I had to force myself not to stare at it.

“So…watching Mr. Frog’s Funhouse, huh? Aren’t you a little old for that show?”

“Ha, ha,” Brendan said sarcastically and switched over to an action movie.

I giggled and sat down beside him. A few seconds later, the musky scent of sweat wafted under my nose. “You kind of stink, big brother. Haven’t you tried taking a shower yet?”

He sighed and tried to flex his wrists. “I don’t think I can. The doctor said not to get these things wet and both of my wrists are still killing me.”

“Can’t you take them off and put them back on after?”

“I don’t know. He said not to take them off for a week. I don’t wanna mess something up.”

“Well, you can’t be walking around in here smelling like…
that
. Come on, let’s get you a bath.”

He looked at me incredulously. “Ashley, uh…I don’t think that will work.”

“Of course it will.” I pushed him up and off the couch, to his reluctance. There was no way I could live with a big brother stinking up the entire living room like that. “Just get in and turn on the water. You can do that much, right? I’ll squirt a little bubble bath in there before you get started. That way, all your naughty bits will be covered up with suds.”

“Maybe I’ll just take off the bandages,” Brendan said. He began attempting to unlatch the metal hooks and peel off the elastic brace before I stopped him.

“Brendan, just stop, ok? You need a bath. You aren’t supposed to take the wrist braces off and you can’t get them wet, either. Just let me help you, ok? I promise, it won’t be creepy or anything. I’ll even close my eyes if you want me to.”

He blew out and stopped fiddling with his bandages. I could tell he was hesitant to even consider letting his little step-sister give him a bath. “I…
uhm…doesn’t you giving me a bath seem a little…
weird
, Ashley?”

“I’m your sister, silly. We’re family, aren’t we? We help each other out. That’s all I’m trying to do. Besides, it’s either this or I get the water hose and spray you down outside.”

Brendan chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Ok…I guess. Go ahead and get the bubble bath stuff ready and I’ll be in there in a minute.”

While he stalked off to his bedroom, I went to the bath and squirted a generous portion of powdery-scented liquid soap into the tub. My heart was pounding and the blood rushing to my head was feverish. I couldn’t believe he actually went for it. Soon, my hot brother would be in the bathtub, completely naked, while I helped him get washed up.

And we were completely alone together.
Oh, wow
.

A few minutes later, I heard the water shut off and Brendan’s voice call out to me through the door. “Ok Ashley, I’m…uh…ready.”

The ache inside me quelled up again. I dipped one hand under my shorts and rubbed softly in an effort to make it go away, but my body (or was it my mind) wasn’t cooperating. I was so horny and now I was about to have my soapy hands all over Brendan’s firm, athletic body.

I opened the door slowly and stepped inside. It felt like my entire body was shaking. “Hey,” I said dully, trying to conceal just how nervous I was. There was Brendan, sitting bolt upright in the tub with both bandage-covered hands in the air and surrounded by a virtual cloud of white bubbles. The expression on his face was one that either meant he was extremely excited or terrified blind. I couldn’t tell which.

“Yeah. Hey.”

“Just keep your hands up so they don’t get wet, ok?” I directed as calmly as I could. Brendan nodded and maintained a fixed stare towards his toes.

I took the small hand towel off the side of the tub and reached across him for the bar of soap which rested on a little shelf. When I did, the steamy heat of the water rushed between us and my breasts nearly touched against his bare chest. He was so tense it looked like he might pop a blood vessel at any moment.


Relax
, big brother. I’m just going to soap up this towel and then I’ll wash your back.”

Brendan let out a little breath, but I doubt it did much good. Once I began to swipe the wet towel across his back, though, he visibly relaxed.

“That’s nice…
mmmm
.”

“See? It’s not so bad, is it?”

“No, it’s…thank you, Ashley.”

“Still think it’s weird to let your sister help you out in the bath?”

Brendan craned his neck away from one side while I scrubbed the other. “Yeah…it’s sort of weird, I’m not gonna lie. Better than getting sprayed down with a garden hose, though.”

“I couldn’t let you be all stinky. If I’d hurt myself, I’d want someone to give me a bath, too.”

“Even your own brother? Or…step-brother, I mean. I can’t imagine our parents would approve of…this.”

“Well, they aren’t here, are they?” I rolled the bar of soap around in my hands and built up a thick lather. “Here. Lay
back some and let me wash your chest.”

Brendan did as I asked and reclined against the angled wall of the bathtub. When he did, I could see the pink outline of his cock, jutting up like a flagpole, just below the layer of suds. As much as I wanted to take it in my slick hands and feel it slide between them, I relented.

“Once I can take these bandages off, I’m definitely going swimming in the pool. I figure we’ll have a whole five days to enjoy it before they get back. Whenever they’re home they want to yell at me for being too rough with you out there. Afraid I’ll let you drown or something.”

“I like when you play rough with me,” I whispered.
God damn he was making me hot
. My panties felt absolutely soaked.

“Huh?”

Did he not hear me, or was he playing dumb?

“Oh,
uhm…nothing. Sharks and dolphins is the best. At least I can beat you every once in a while at that one.” My slick hands caressed across Brendan’s solid chest. The muscles there were so tight and inflexible, like sculpted marble against my fingertips. I squirmed uncomfortably and tried to ignore the ache that wouldn’t quit.

“Yeah, like once. And that time you just got lucky.”

“Sure. You’re the one who got lucky last time. I can still remember you grabbing onto me after I slipped on the bottom.” Brendan swallowed hard. I’m sure he remembered just as much about it as I did. “Why did you go running off like that, anyway?”

“I…
uhh…had to pee,” he said. When I looked at him, his cheeks were burning crimson.

I dunked the washcloth into the water and wrung it out across his chest, rinsing him off and revealing the wonderful, taught skin beneath the bubbles. With a generous handful of fresh soap, I began working on his abdomen.

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