My older sister and I went to the same high school. She was a year ahead of me, and was a tough act to follow. However, I became pretty impressive in my own right. We just didn't spend a lot of time hanging out because we didn't really run in the same social circles. Stacy was brilliant, and she was active in several school clubs. Despite the intellectual nature of many of those clubs, she was never labeled as a "nerd" or "geek." She was simply too attractive and too popular. Guys practically lined up to ask her out.
I was a five-sport athlete and was a starter for our school in every one of those sports. It consumed pretty much all of my time. It always pisses me off when some knucklehead dismissively refers to competitive athletes as "dumb jocks." Usually they are lazy slobs who like to think of themselves as intellectuals. They have no idea how much hard work, dedication, and honest-to-goodness brain power it takes to compete and win, even at the high school level.
You have to be fast and strong, obviously, but you also have to know the playbook inside and out. Then you have to study your opponent. For football alone I spent over 200 hours studying game film, and that was just my junior year. Every day after school I was at practice for at least two hours. Then I had to make sure I had all my homework done for my classes. If my grades in any classes fell below a B, I would be ineligible for all of my sports.
I barely had time to date, and certainly could not afford to be in a serious relationship.
My sister had a much richer social life than I did, and she did not participate in any sports in high school. She was one of only two girls in the Chess Club, but she was easily the strongest player. Whenever we played chess against each other, it was always close. We simply didn't have time for more than one game a month by the time she hit her junior year of high school. Chess Club was a fairly small part of her life even though she took it seriously.
The last two years my sister was in high school, I barely saw her in school and we really didn't spend a lot of time talking at home either. In the spring of my senior year, my schedule lightened up and I saw my sister a lot more often at home. I had turned 18 the previous November, and she was almost 20. We both had our own cars, but it was a nice change from our frenetic pace the previous two years just to be able to relax and hang out at home.
That was when I heard her jokingly tell her boyfriend, "Aw, you look all worked up. Should I give you a mercy hand-job?"
From Christmas break through February, she dated three or four different guys, and she had them over to the house to visit. It was usually when we were watching a movie and my sister's latest boyfriend would comment on something steamy on the screen that she would lean over and whisper in his ear, "Should I give you a mercy hand-job?" or "Do you need a mercy hand-job?"
I wasn't supposed to hear it any of those times, and I suspect she did not know that I had heard her. Even though I knew she was joking, it seemed a little offensive to me at the time. I never thought a hand-job qualified as sex, honestly. The least you could do was offer a guy a "mercy blow-job."
I digress, though.
My sister graduated at the top of her high school class. She gave a brilliant valedictory speech at graduation, and that wasn't just my opinion. Stacy had scholarship offers pouring in from all over. It came as a real shock when she elected to stay in our hometown and go to our local university. Now, that may sound dismissive of our school, and that's certainly not what I mean. Stacy had scholarship offers from Harvard and Stanford, MIT and Cal Tech. Every major university in every major conference had essentially offered her a free ride, and she had passed on all of them.
I never asked her about it, but I didn't have to. She was asked often by lots of people and I heard her thoughtful response. "I know exactly what I want to do for a career, and our school has as prestigious a program as anyone. I get to stay here and enjoy my family, and I will graduate with my career right ahead of me. I'm not in a hurry to leave all the people I love. Most of the people who are in a hurry to leave home just don't know what they are leaving behind. I do."
* * *
Her words made me think long and hard about my own decision when I got to my last semester of high school. I knew that there was a significant difference, because I had a professional sports career ahead of me if I played my cards right. For that to happen, my choice of school was vital.
Then I shattered both my legs in a horrific weightlifting accident, and all that decision-making went out the window along with any potential career as a professional athlete.
When I say "accident" I mean exactly that. It wasn't my fault, and it wasn't anyone doing anything to try to hurt me, or anything careless. I can still picture it clearly to this day, and wish that I couldn't. It always happens in slow motion; Tommy turning and crying out a warning as the bar slips from his grasp and the weight comes crashing down onto my knees...
Tommy was in tears when he visited me in the hospital, and he wasn't the only one. Two of our coaches blamed themselves that it had happened, but I assured all of them it was not their fault. I had plenty of time to think about it, and there was nothing they could have done. My parents were still furious, of course, but I calmed them down as soon as I was capable of doing so. Those coaches were excellent and I didn't want either of them to be fired for something that was not their fault.
That took a while, actually. It took something like thirty or forty separate surgical procedures to piece the shattered bones of my legs back together. What was hardest for me was accepting the radically altered course my life would take. Eventually I would be able to walk normally and even jog, but I had realistically expected to be a professional athlete. Now that was simply gone.
I was in the hospital for weeks, and spent the last month of my senior year in a wheelchair. After loads of physical therapy, I managed to limp across the stage on crutches for my graduation. That earned me a standing ovation.
At that point, most of the schools which had offered me athletic scholarships stepped up and said they would honor their commitments. In the end, I decided to follow my older sister's example and stayed in our hometown to attend our local university. I simply failed to disclose to anyone one little event that had happened between my eighteenth birthday and my horrific accident. It wasn't like it was ever a factor in my decision-making process, but it was significant in other ways.
I had actually witnessed my sister giving a hand-job.
It did not make me want to have sex with my sister. Let me make that clear at the outset—it wasn't like I saw her doing that and suddenly fell in love with my older sister or anything along those lines. It just made me think differently about hand-jobs. See, I had always thought that a hand-job was simply a different word for masturbation. I assumed that if a girl was offering to give me one, it would be like me jerking myself off.
When I saw my sister doing it...Wow, that was nothing like I had imagined. The guy was just someone my sister had hooked up with in college. He had a Nordic name, but I can't remember now what it was. It wasn't Thor, but it was something like that. That particular day I got home much earlier than normal, and our parents weren't home yet. Stacy had left her bedroom door partially ajar, and I glanced in and then froze.
I couldn't see the guy's face. He was lying on Stacy's bed, naked, and his dick was wet with oil or something similar. My sister was completely naked, straddling his thighs, and her hands made wet sounds as she slowly stroked his dick and talked to him in a low, sultry voice. I stood there and could not tear my eyes away.
Stacy was at a slight angle to me, looking at the guy's face. I watched her right hand slowly stroking the middle of his shaft while her left hand made circles around the throbbing head of his dick. I couldn't see her pussy from that angle, but from the way she was moving her hips it looked like she was rubbing it against the base of his shaft. Her movements were sinuous and deliberate, and I was rock-hard in seconds.
The sounds coming out of her bedroom were every bit as arousing as what I was watching. My sister's sultry voice, coupled with the steady, wet stroking noises were incredible. The guy moaned and spoke occasionally. Then he groaned out a warning and my sister's face lit up in a smile. Then she turned and her eyes widened in shock when she saw me.
Our eyes were still locked when the cock in her hands exploded and covered her in cum.
I shook my head softly and backed away out of sight. By the time the guy finished groaning through his orgasm, I was in my bedroom. A few minutes later I heard the shower start in the bathroom we shared. I was a little startled to hear the two of them talking as they shared a shower. That seemed to indicate a level of intimacy beyond what a "mercy hand-job" implied.
Stacy and I never talked about it, and in another week she was dating someone else. It was only a few weeks after that incident that my injury occurred. Then it wasn't even on my mind anymore. I was a little more preoccupied with not losing my legs.
* * *
Stacy was a pre-med student. She had chosen our university because it has the absolute best program for her chosen specialization. I can't say any more than that, because it would pretty much give away everything else. When the school year ended for me, I was grimly determined to use my summer to get back on my feet. I had physical therapy appointments three times a week, but I was pushing myself much harder than my physical therapist was.
Stacy gave me a ride to my appointments, and she and Summer (my PT) would talk while I performed the exercises. It was the first time I heard anyone say that I was pushing myself too hard.
"Slow down, Keith," Summer said in a calm, firm voice. "You have to let your body recover longer between sets, and between exercises. Remember, this is more about healing than it is about building muscle or strength."
She turned to my sister then, and said, "Honestly, I can hardly believe it. With most of my patients, my job is to encourage them to work harder. With your brother, it's the opposite. It's like he only has one speed—way too fast. I'm afraid he's going to re-injure himself the way he's forcing this."
I forced myself to slow down and finished the set of leg presses I was doing. Then I took several slow, deep breaths and looked over at them. They both nodded in approval. Less than fifteen minutes later, I was once again being told to slow down.
After that, it was my sister who constantly reminded me to take it slow when we were home. I know she meant well, but it was a frustrating process and I let it get to me. After three days of listening to her tell me to slow down, I finally snapped.
"It's easy for you to say," I retorted angrily. "At least you can fucking walk! I can barely go to the bathroom without help, for Christ's sakes!"
I saw anger flash in her eyes, but she didn't rise to the bait. Instead she walked over and dragged me insistently out of the torture device I had been battling for the last half hour. "That's enough for today," she said firmly.
I wanted to fight with her, but I already felt regret for having yelled at her. With Stacy's help I got situated on the couch and tried to focus on breathing steadily. It took a while for me to even notice how my legs were splayed out in front of me, and how obvious it made the rampant erection tenting out the front of my shorts. I really only noticed because Stacy was looking at it.
She licked her lips and looked at me a little uncomfortably. "Is that, uh, something you need to take care of?" she asked carefully.
I looked down and saw it then, and chuckled softly. "Damn," I murmured. I looked back up at her face and she couldn't hide her grin. I thought I would make a joke, but... "Aren't you even going to offer me a mercy hand-job?" I quipped.
Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. After I watched her swallow heavily, she said softly, "Keith, that wasn't what you saw that day."
I felt heat rising to my face. "Oh! That wasn't what I was talking about! Jeez, I was just trying to make a joke. After all the times the last couple months I've heard you say that..."
"When you heard me say what?" she asked, cocking her head.
"You know, when you offered your boyfriend a mercy hand-job. I always assumed you were kidding when you said it."
"Oh!" she replied. "Which boyfriend was that? I never knew you heard me say that."
"Pick one," I said dryly. "I know you didn't mean for me to hear it, but I swear I heard you say that at least a dozen times."
Stacy blushed then, and it didn't get better when she glanced down at my crotch again. "Um, well, I'm your sister," she stuttered. "It wouldn't be appropriate for me to do that for you."
My eyes widened at that. Was she saying she had really given those guys hand-jobs? Even if it wasn't like the one I saw... I shook my head. "Of course not," I croaked out, and then I cleared my throat. "It would be really, really wrong for you to do that with me."
"Yes," she murmured, once again licking her lips and staring at my throbbing boner. "So wrong."
After a moment she shook her head. "Sorry," she muttered. "Should I give you some privacy so you can take care of that?"
"Right here in the living room?" I snorted. "I don't think so. I should take a shower and then lie down in my bed." My eyes flicked up and met hers, and I grinned. "Maybe then..."
We both chuckled. Then she asked, "Well, do you need my help with any of that?"
"If you can bring me my crutches, I think I can handle the rest," I replied. She blanched and I quickly added, "I mean the showering and getting myself to bed part. This," I indicated my dick with a wave of my right hand, "is as much a side effect of the meds as it is the fact I haven't been laid since my accident."
"Oh," she said softly. Then she turned and walked over to get my crutches and brought them to me.
I struggled to my feet and dragged myself into the bathroom. We had put a plastic lawn chair into the shower so I could do it myself and be spared the added indignity of having someone else wash my body. Stacy still had to be in the bathroom with me just in case, but she wasn't staring at me when I took my shower. That day, though, I did catch her staring at my hard dick after I was done washing myself. Once again our eyes met, but we didn't talk about it.
I wrapped the towel around my waist after I had dried off and used the crutches to head back to my bedroom. I know Stacy got another eyeful as I lay back in my bed.
"Thanks, Stacy," I muttered. She nodded and headed for the door. "Oh, Stacy?"
"Yes?"
"I'm really sorry I snapped at you earlier. You didn't deserve that. It's just been so frustrating, but you sure as hell didn't do anything to deserve me yelling at you. I love you, you know. I'm lucky to have you here to look out for me like you do."
She smiled at me—a beautiful sunbeam-entering-the-room gorgeous smile. "I know," she said softly. "It's been hard for me, too. I really wish there was something more I could do for you." Her breath caught, and her eyes widened just a fraction.
I refrained from saying anything stupid and just gave her another sincere smile.
* * *
The next morning, I cut my workout short. I felt intense pain lancing through my knees, and that was a bad sign.
"Stacy!" I yelped. "Help! Please!"
She came rushing over with a terrified look on her face.
"My knees," I gasped. "I just got this shooting pain in both of them. Did I tear something?"
"Hold still," she replied. She carefully examined both of my legs, probing with her fingers to make sure there was no structural damage. "I think it's just fatigue in your tendons," she finally said. "It's probably smart that you stopped when you did. Don't try to move; let me get the wheelchair."
I nodded and stayed still. When she got back I kept all my weight off my legs as she helped me into the chair. I was glum as she wheeled me over to my bedroom.
"Do your knees still hurt?" she asked.
"A little, but it's just the normal after-workout level of burn now." I looked up at her face and shook my head. "This really sucks. I felt like if I just worked out harder, this would go faster."
She looked miserable as she shook her head. "I'm sorry it doesn't work that way," she said softly. "If it did, you would be completely healed already."
We got to my bed then, and she stood beside me and scooped up my legs to take their weight and help me into my bed. It was always a struggle to get from the chair to my bed, and I lay there breathing heavily afterward. Stacy was also breathing heavily, and I shuddered. Her hot breath was going right onto my throbbing, super-sensitive dick. I glanced down and saw she was looking at my face.
"Uh, Stacy? You're breathing right onto my, um..."
She gave me a confused look and then her eyes widened when she looked at my big, throbbing dick right in front of her mouth. "Oh! Sorry, Keith, I didn't realize..." she spluttered, pulling her face back from my crotch. Then she muttered, "Jesus, is that really all you?"
Before she thought about it, and before I could do anything to stop her, she reached forward and filled her hand with my completely rigid shaft. She gave it a soft squeeze and then her eyes widened in shock. She looked up at my face as she yanked her hand away. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry—"
"It's okay," I replied, trying to calm her down. "It was an accident. I understand." I waited a moment for her to relax and nod. I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "Stacy, thank you for being here for me today. If you hadn't..." I shook my head slowly. "I'm not sure what I would have done."
Stacy moved the chair out of the way and smiled down at me, resting her hand on my shoulder. Then she leaned down impulsively and kissed me softly on the lips. "I'm glad I was here for you," she said quietly. When she stood upright, her eyes were drawn back to my angrily pulsing boner. "When is the last time you took care of that, anyway?" she asked.
"I don't know," I replied, thinking about it. "It's been a few days, at least. Let's see...it was Friday—no, sorry—it was Thursday night."
"Keith," she muttered, shaking her head. "It's Thursday now. Are you seriously telling me you have been hard all week and haven't taken care of it once? No wonder it's so huge!" She bit her lip when she realized what she had said.
I shook my head and murmured, "It's alright."
It was just to stop her from saying anything else and making it more uncomfortable than the moment already was. But she looked at my crotch again and then a little angrily back at my face.
"No, it's not alright, Keith," she said firmly. "I'll be back in a minute."
When she returned she had a white or clear pump bottle in her hand. From the pump-dispenser top, it resembled a large bottle of hand soap, or perhaps a smaller bottle of shampoo. Before I could get a good look at it, though, Stacy shoved it behind her back. Her face was a little red when I looked up at her.
"Look, this would be a lot easier for me if you aren't watching me do it," she said. "Would you please put your pillow over your face?"cocked my head and looked at her. "What?"
"If I can't see your face, and if you aren't looking at me, we can both just pretend it's somebody else," she explained softly.
I still wasn't following until she reached for the waistband of my shorts. Then my eyes shot open wide in disbelief. Was she seriously suggesting...? But before I over-thought it, I lifted my head so I could pull my pillow out from beneath me. I took one last look at her face before I plopped the pillow over my eyes. That brief glimpse of her face was etched in my mind, as if I had taken a snapshot so I could stare at my sister's face while the pillow blocked my vision.
I realized I had been mistaken earlier. Stacy wasn't blushing. Her face was flushed with arousal.
I did my best to lift my hips up off the bed when she pulled down my shorts. I let out an involuntary "Ow" into the pillow. It just wasn't comfortable to dig in my heels to push my hips up like that. Naturally, Stacy got concerned.
"Are you alright?" she asked. Her breath was so damned hot, flowing right onto the underside of my dick. It made me a little too aware how close my uncovered erection was to her mouth.
I lifted the pillow just an inch so my mouth was uncovered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that. It was just an uncomfortable angle. Oh!"
Even though I thought that was where this was headed, it was still a surprise to feel my sister's hand wrap around the base of my shaft. I thought about saying something, but shivered and pulled the pillow firmly over my face instead. It just felt really good the way she touched me and I knew she wanted to do this.
* * *
I guess I should explain about the side effects of the medications and surgery. Priapism is a serious medical condition and it requires immediate medical attention. If it isn't treated promptly, all kinds of severe long-term damage can result. It's also extremely painful, from what I understand. That wasn't what I had. I did not have a non-stop erection for a week—that would have been an entirely different story.
What I had was fluctuations in blood flow below my waist. Much of it was a result of blood thinners designed to keep me from getting blood clots around all the surgical sites. I was also on a cocktail of steroids that had my hormones in a constant state of flux. At least by that time I was off of the heavy pain-killers. Still, as a side-effect, I got really impressive erections that weren't a result of sexual stimulation, and they would sometimes last for an hour or more before I would soften.
I did feel aroused as a result of my random hard-ons, but I had stopped masturbating every time I got one. It did give me relief and made the erection go away for a while, but it also left me feeling physically drained and a little light-headed. I had been trying to ignore the persistent erections and focus on my exercises instead. I didn't realize it had been an entire week until Stacy pointed it out.
It wasn't just my dick that was grotesquely swollen after all this time. My balls were extremely full and tender. I became aware of it when Stacy reached down and gave them a gentle squeeze.
* * *
"Are you alright?" she asked again.
I had shuddered when her fingers fondled my overly sensitive scrotum.
"I'm just...really tender," I replied into the pillow.
"Okay," she said softly.
I barely heard her pumping the slick lubricant out of the bottle, but I felt it right away. It wasn't nearly as chilly as I had expected, and it felt incredible after just a few seconds. My sister has amazing hands. Soft, squishy noises accompanied the movement of her fingers as she gently worked me over. I felt her shift her body between my legs and her knees pressed against the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs wider to give her more room.
I shivered again when I heard and felt her groan right onto the head of my cock.
I lifted the pillow and panted, "What's wrong?" but I could see her staring at the glistening drop of pre-cum that was sitting on top of the swollen head of my dick.
Her mouth was visibly watering and she had to swallow before she could reply, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
I watched her lean forward that last two inches, and then watched my sister lick the tip of my cock hungrily. It was too much, and then I watched my dick explode and paint her face with streams of thick cum. The first two shot straight into her mouth, and the shock on her face was obvious. I quickly pulled the pillow against my face to muffle the sounds coming out of my throat.
That was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. It felt like it went on and on for several minutes. When I heard my sister gulping as she swallowed my cum, it gave me a dirty thrill that I would not have expected. My entire body shook as she kept right on stroking me with both hands. Eventually I felt the need to pull the pillow from my face just so I could breathe fresh air.
As soon as I saw Stacy's face, I sucked in a shocked breath. "Oh, God, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed.
She was absolutely covered in my cum. Her face and neck had streams of the stuff covering almost every square inch of skin, and it had drenched her shirt as well. I couldn't help but notice her hard nipples straining against the saturated cloth. Several more streams were plastered to her hair. Our legs and my sheets had not escaped the deluge either.
It looked like I had sprayed a quart of the stuff all over my sister and my bed. Stacy blinked at me out of her left eye—her right eye was plastered shut—and then shook her head. "I'm okay," she managed in a hollow voice. "I just didn't expect...Jesus! That was a lot of cum."
She finally started moving, releasing my softening dick and sliding out of my bed. "I need to get cleaned up," she said as she walked away. "I'll come back and take care of you after."
I nodded, raising my head so I could put the pillow beneath it again. Then I looked down at my dick in disbelief. There was still semen drooling slowly out of the tip, pooling between my legs on the bed. I could scarcely believe I had managed to produce so much of the stuff, much less release it all at once like I had. I was certain that Stacy would be disgusted, and that she would never want to touch me again.
I was wrong, of course.
It took almost an hour to clean up that sticky mess. I felt bad about it and apologized twice. As soon as I said, "Geez, Stacy, I'm so sorry," that second time, her eyes finally cleared and she looked right into my eyes intently.
"That's enough," she said firmly. "Look, you apologized, and I accepted your apology, okay? You feel bad because you made a big mess. I get it. But what you need to understand is that this just proved you really needed it. I'll admit it caught me off-guard, but I don't feel bad about it. If anything, I feel like I finally did something to help you, and... Don't take this the wrong way, but I feel good about it right now. Understand?"
She never once raised her voice, but there was a quiet intensity about her that shook me a little. I had never seen my sister this way before, except maybe when she had delivered that stirring valedictory address. I nodded slowly to let her know that I understood.
"Good," she said, giving me a brief smile. "Now let's get you into the bathroom for your shower."
She had to help me into the wheelchair again, and this time I didn't have pants on. Embarrassingly, I got hard again when her breath wafted over my dick. She looked at it in disbelief for a second, then smiled and shook her head. When she saw me starting to apologize again, she gave me a stern look and shook her head. I nodded, and then we were on our way.
Stacy helped me out of my shirt and socks before she assisted me into the plastic chair in the shower. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Then she turned her back to give me privacy while I washed myself. After I was clean, she turned off the water and stepped in to dry me. I was embarrassed again, but managed not to say anything. I just couldn't quite manage to stop staring at her hard nipples the whole time.
When I was dressed, Stacy wheeled me back out to the living room. At her insistence, I watched television while she took all our cum-covered clothes and the bed linens out to the laundry. We forced ourselves to have normal-sounding conversation about the television programs and did not bring up what had happened in my bedroom or the shower afterwards.
* * *
The rest of the day was surprisingly normal. Our parents got home from work and we explained why I was in the wheelchair. Stacy told them I had my next physical therapy appointment the next afternoon, and they would examine my legs at that time. "No need to rush him to the hospital," she concluded. "If that had been the case, I would have just driven him there right away."
Our parents trusted her medical expertise and were relieved. We had a normal dinner as a family and watched television afterwards. Dad wheeled me into my bedroom that night, but I was able to climb into my bed without assistance. I had expected to lie awake thinking about what had happened with my sister that afternoon, but instead I fell asleep almost instantly.
As was usually the case, I woke up in the middle of the night. I had to use the bathroom, but I was able to use my crutches and get there myself. Afterwards, I took my meds and drank a lot of water. When I got back to bed, I was relieved that my legs no longer ached. Then I was asleep again.
In the morning it was a different story. I woke up before anyone else did and went to the bathroom again. Then I lay in my bed and couldn't stop thinking about my sister stroking my cock and taking my cum in her mouth and all over her face. I had been hard before those thoughts started, and only got harder as I stroked my dick and pictured Stacy playing with my boner.
Before I could reach orgasm I heard my parents come out of their bedroom. They often checked on me in the morning, so I pulled my shorts back up to cover my dick and sat up so my erection would be less obvious. Sure enough, they came to my bedroom door.
"Good morning," my mother said brightly. "Care for some breakfast?"
"Sounds good," I replied, giving her a big smile. I reached for my crutches, but she stopped me.
"You should use the wheelchair. It will make it easier for Stacy to take you out to the car later for your appointment."
I nodded, but I wasn't happy about it. Although it doesn't make any logical sense, it felt like a step backwards in my progress whenever I had to use the wheelchair. I slid into the wheelchair and rolled myself out to the dining room. Dad was making waffles for breakfast, and he shot me a grin when I rolled up to the table.
"How many do you want?" he asked.
"Seven," I replied with a grin.
It was a running joke with us, but I really did feel famished that morning. Then Stacy came out of her bedroom wearing a kimono that hugged her curves nicely. I felt like a pervert, checking out my own sister the way I did. It was honestly the first time I had looked at her like that, and I was shocked to realize just how incredibly sexy my own sister was. Oh, I had always known she was attractive. This was different. I was rock-hard after three seconds of staring at my sister's incredible body.
She was still sleepy enough that she didn't catch me ogling her body the way I did. By the time she reached the table, I was able to keep my eyes on her gorgeous face and give her a smile that didn't feel creepy. She smiled back and bent to kiss the top of my head. Then Mom brought out plates with waffles and scrambled eggs for us, and we ate breakfast as a family.
When we had been younger, this was how we had breakfast most school days. It had been a few years since our hectic schedules had allowed for it. Mom was actually the one who made the comment, and we all smiled as we recalled those pleasant family breakfasts. Minutes later, Mom and Dad were hurrying off to work.
Stacy and I took our time to enjoy a hearty breakfast, and then she cleared the table and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. I rolled away from the table and out to the kitchen to get my daily medications. We had a chart on the front of the refrigerator to keep track of everything. Three doctors and a pharmacist had consulted on this thing to make sure I didn't have any dangerous interactions. That day I had my blood thinner, two steroid tablets and a hormone supplement that was supposed to help my bones and ligaments heal faster.
After washing down the pills with water, I rolled out to the living room to start one of my exercises. I stopped and turned the chair around when I heard Stacy clear her throat.
"I don't think that's a good idea today," she said carefully. "After what happened yesterday with your knees, I think we should hold off until after we get back from your PT appointment."
I nodded and chewed my lip. She was certainly right, but I didn't know what I was going to do for the next three hours. Once again I was frustrated, but I didn't want to take it out on her. "What do you think I should do?" I finally asked.
"I had an idea," she replied. "Just wait there in the living room for a bit. I promise, I won't take too long."
I nodded and watched her head down the hall. She opened and closed a door, and walked back past with a stack of towels. Then she went into her bedroom and emerged with that bottle in her hand. My eyes widened at that. She came out to the living room and spread out a big beach towel, then laid a second one on top of it.
"Lie down over here," she instructed.
I rolled the wheelchair over next to the towels and eased myself down onto the floor. I rolled into the middle of the towels and lay on my back. I looked up at my sister intently. She unfolded a bath towel and then re-folded it so that it was longer and thicker. Then she knelt next to me.
"Put this over your eyes," she said softly.
I swallowed heavily, but did it. Then she pulled my shorts down my legs and off of me again. I heard the rustling of her robe, and felt her straddle my thighs.
"This doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked with concern.
"No, it's fine," I replied.
She leaned over to grab the bottle and slathered the slippery lube all over my throbbing boner once again. She moaned a few times as her hands deftly worked me over. Three different times she held my shaft and slapped the head of my dick against her soft skin. I lasted about six or seven minutes, and managed to croak out a warning before I came that time. Her response was to moan and point my dick right at her.
I still came a lot, but nothing like the previous afternoon. When Stacy finally released my dick and got to her feet, I couldn't help but take a peek. Damn! She was only wearing a tiny pair of panties, and my thick cum coated her tits and belly. That brief glance made me think she had pointed my erupting cock directly at her left nipple. I managed to cover my eyes again without her seeing me.
I heard her call out from the bathroom door, "Okay, you can get dressed now. I'm going to take a quick shower."
When I sat up I was surprised to see there was not a drop of semen anywhere on my body. My dick was still slick from the lube, though. I used the bath towel to dry it off before slipping my shorts back up my legs. When my sister emerged from the bathroom, I was lounging on the couch watching the morning news. I looked over at her and gave her a smile.
"Thanks, Stacy. That was incredible."
"You're welcome," she replied. She smiled happily and came over to wrap her arm around my neck from behind, and she gave me another smooch on top of my head. Then she sighed and murmured, "I really enjoyed it too."
She went into her bedroom to change into shorts and a blouse. I noticed when she sat next to me that she was wearing a bra. Stacy had brought her laptop with her and I glanced over from time to time to see what she was doing. One of the things she had opened was a document that looked like some sort of textbook or research article.
"Is that for your summer class?" I asked.
She nodded. "It's all online, but there is a ton of reading for this course. The class itself doesn't start for another two weeks, but I'd like to have as much of this reading out of the way as possible before then." She looked up from the screen to my face. "Do you want me to get you something?"
"Nothing springs to mind," I replied, smiling at her again.
She went back to reading and I watched the television. Mostly. I couldn't help but notice her sexy legs in those shorts. Then I was thinking how those legs had just been spread over mine as she stroked my wet dick and her incredible tits had shaken above me as her hands worked me over.
"Oh, you're hard again," Stacy murmured, snapping me out of my pornographic daydream.
"Sorry," I murmured, covering my crotch with both hands. I looked at her face and grinned. "I can assure you, it wasn't the news getting me turned on."
She laughed at that. Then she glanced at the time on her computer. "Damn, it's only been an hour. I hoped it would keep you a little longer than that."
She looked like she was starting to get up, so I watched her closely. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Well, we've still got the towels laid out for you. I just figured it would be easy to take care of that for you now."
"Oh," I replied. I was at a loss what else I should say.
Stacy stood and looked down at me, licking her lips a little nervously. "Keith, it would probably be easier if you take off your shorts now, rather than me doing it when you're on your back."
I nodded and peeled my shorts down my legs and set them on the couch next to me. Even through her blouse and bra, my sister's hardening nipples were obvious as she looked at my renewed erection. I slid down to the floor and started dragging myself over to the towel.
"Not to sound like I'm complaining," I murmured, "but I don't expect you to do this for me every time I get hard. If you try to take care of it every time, you won't get anything else done."
She laughed nervously. "Oh really?" she asked. "How many times a day have you been getting these erections, anyway?"
I looked up at her face once I was situated on the towel. Her focus was still on my hard dick. "I think every hour or so," I replied honestly. "It's tough to say, since some of them last more than an hour."
She shivered and licked her lips, then finally brought her gaze back up to my face. "Oh," she replied. Then she looked down and started unbuttoning her blouse.
Since she hadn't told me to cover my eyes, I didn't. I watched my sister remove her blouse, then reach back and unfasten her bra. Her nipples were completely hard and made my mouth water. She unzipped her shorts and started to slide them down her legs when she suddenly realized I was watching her. Then she gasped and put her left arm across her nipples.
"I thought I told you to cover your eyes!" she gasped.
"I—you—" I stammered. Then I indicated the bath towel, crumpled up beside me. "I used that towel to clean the oil off of my dick after the last time," I finally managed to mutter. "I didn't want to put it on my face."
I could feel the heat on my face as I kept my eyes focused on Stacy's feet.
"Oh," she said softly. I continued to stare at her feet while she thought. It seemed like a very long moment before she said anything. Then her voice was so soft it was tough to hear her. "Just...please don't stare at me," she finally murmured.
I nodded and closed my eyes, dropping my head back onto the beach towels. I heard her sliding her shorts down her sexy legs and it was tough to keep my eyes closed.
"Um, Keith? Can you take off your shirt, too?"
I nodded and sat up, pulling my shirt up over my head. My eyes opened when I looked where I was setting my shirt over next to me. Then they widened when I saw Stacy. She was standing above me completely naked. I couldn't help it. My eyes were drawn to the hairless lips of her pussy and I had to swallow hard as my mouth flooded with saliva. Then I looked up at her face.Wow," I whispered.
"Thanks," she whispered back. Then she bent and picked up the bottle of lubricant and stepped over my legs.
When she squatted down onto me I couldn't help but imagine her guiding her pussy down onto my hard dick. I kept my eyes carefully on hers the whole time and hoped I didn't give away my incestuous thoughts. It was a sort of relief to feel the soft cheeks of her ass settle onto my thighs.
I closed my eyes when I felt her coating my shaft with slippery lube, but had to look when I felt the heat of her pussy pressing against the base of my shaft. She looked at me guiltily and bit her lip.
"This is wrong, isn't it?" she whispered.
"Probably," I croaked. "But it's only fair." She looked at me questioningly, so I explained, "You're taking care of my needs when you do this. You should be allowed to enjoy it; to take care of yourself, too."
"Yes," she hissed, pressing her hips forward to force my shaft between her drenched pussy lips.
Her oily fingers insistently stroked my shaft and circled the throbbing head of my dick. "Oh, that's so good," I moaned. Her breasts seemed to throb in front of me, like her entire breasts were getting erect rather than just her rock-hard nipples. I realized I was staring and practically drooling, and I looked up at her face again.
"Sorry. I was staring," I muttered.
"Do you like my tits?" she growled in response.
I let my eyes drift back down to them and sighed. "They're incredible."
Her hips bucked more insistently, driving her smoldering pussy against the base of my shaft even harder. She shuddered and I felt her coming, and of course that made her breasts wobble. Her entire body looked so fucking sexy I literally drooled. Then I sucked that saliva up loudly and swallowed, wiping my lips afterward.
"Wow," I croaked again.
"God, you make me feel so fucking hot!" Stacy groaned. "Are you getting close?"
"Yes."
"Oh, fuck," she moaned. "Are you going to shoot more of that hot cum all over my body?"
"Oh, damn," I groaned.
"Are you going to squirt it all over my tits? Is it going to coat my hard nipples?" She stroked me faster, pointing my dick directly at her left nipple again.
"I'm so close!" I gasped.
Then she got a wild look on her face and scooted her butt back down my thighs. She pointed my dick lower and growled, "Oh, you're so dirty, Keith! Are you going to shoot all that hot sperm right onto my wet little pussy?"
"Don't!" I gasped, but it was already too late.
"Oh, fuck!" my sister cried out as my molten semen shot out and splattered directly onto her clitoris.
She kept stroking my shaft frantically as she directed every thick stream of my cum onto her horny little pussy. It was another intense climax for me, and it was obvious that it triggered an equally intense climax for my sister. When the last of my load drizzled over her pulsing pussy lips, she lifted my spent cock up onto my belly and then collapsed on top of me. Her breath came in ragged gasps and her hard nipples pressed into my ribs.
"I can't believe you did that!" I gasped.
"That was really dirty," she murmured into my chest. Then her lips found my sensitive nipple and she moaned as she nuzzled it. Her tongue snaked out and twirled around it twice and then she gave it a soft kiss. She looked up at me then and shook her head. "I can't believe how hard I just came," she groaned.
After looking into each others' eyes for a couple of minutes, we finally caught our breath. Stacy seemed a little embarrassed she had let things go as far as they had, but she didn't say so. Instead she sat up and grabbed the towel. "We're so messy," she murmured with a little chuckle as she wiped me clean.
I couldn't help but stare at her when she stood up. My creamy dick-juice was all over her smooth pussy and coated the insides of her legs. She smiled down at me and then retreated to the bathroom. I waited for a moment before I finally sighed and sat up. I maneuvered over by the couch and pulled my shorts back on, then rolled back over toward the towels to grab my shirt. After I had pulled my shirt over my head and smoothed it into place I levered myself back up onto the couch.
That was when I heard Stacy start her shower. I frowned and turned my head in the direction of the bathroom door, and couldn't help but wonder what she had been doing. Unbidden, I pictured her playing with my sperm and licking it off her fingers. I shuddered and closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. I was a little afraid what might happen if she came back out to find me hard once again.
* * *
After she had showered and had the chance to cool off, Stacy was subdued and thoughtful. She came out with a bath towel wrapped around her, and was careful not to flash me as she crouched down to pick up her clothes. We looked at each other a little warily, like we were both afraid to say anything. She retreated to her room to get dressed. When she came back out, she sat next to me again and picked up her laptop without saying a word.
The silence between us stretched out long enough to make me uncomfortable, so I finally looked at her and blurted, "Thank you, Stacy. I appreciate you taking care of me."
She smiled softly and licked her lips nervously. "You're welcome," she murmured. Then she shook her head. "That got out of control in a hurry."
"Yeah," I sighed. "In a way, though, it was a relief for me. I felt...guilty? When you got me off before, I felt like I owed you for that. I just couldn't think of an appropriate way to ask if I could get you off without it sounding like I just wanted to see your pussy."
Her eyes glittered merrily. "So you're relieved because you got to see my pussy without having to ask me?"
I grinned back at her. "Well, you do have a beautiful pussy. I'll bet it's delicious. But what I meant was that it was a relief to see you getting off with me. I feel better knowing it was good for you, too."
"It was..." she bit her lip and shook her head. "But maybe it was a little too good. Do you know what I mean?"
I nodded and gave her a somber expression. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."
After the news ended, I surfed through the channels aimlessly for the next hour and a half. I felt my dick hardening and tried to lift my left leg to shield it from my sister's vision, but that didn't work. She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and immediately saw my dick tenting out the front of my shorts. She let out a sigh and stood up.
"Come on, let's take care of that for you," she said.
I slid my shorts down my legs again and slithered over to the towels on the floor once again. Stacy didn't remove any of her clothing this time, nor did she straddle me. What followed was more like what I had considered a "hand-job" would be like. Oh, it still felt nice when she lubed up my dick and stroked it, but this was brisk and businesslike, and she brought me off quickly into the waiting towel. After she had squeezed the last of the cum out of my shaft and wiped me clean, she looked at my face.
"Better?" she asked.
I nodded. "Thanks," I murmured.
She just nodded back at me, and then she headed into the bathroom to rinse out the towel. I got dressed by the time she tossed the towel into the washing machine. My sister did not look happy as she walked over and took her place next to me on the couch.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She let out a long sigh and shook her head, looking at my face. "I know it's wrong, but I didn't like that nearly as much."
"Me neither," I replied. Then I shrugged. "It was still probably the smart way to go about it."
"Yeah," she replied unhappily.
* * *
An hour later we headed off for my physical therapy appointment. I had put on underwear and cargo shorts as I usually did. I didn't mind the discomfort for these brief sessions and didn't want to risk giving everyone at the clinic a show if I got one of those spontaneous erections. Summer gave my legs a thorough inspection after we told her what had happened. She called in one of the doctors to double check. They agreed we should be cautious but didn't detect any obvious signs of damage.
I was basically forbidden from exercising further over the weekend, and they scheduled an MRI for Monday afternoon. That was disappointing, but it was really about what I had expected. I knew it would be foolish to take any chances, so I tried to remain calm. Stacy could read my unhappiness and reached over to give me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder, once we were in her car.
"I'm sorry, Keith—"
"Not your fault," I cut her off. I shook my head and then looked over at her. She looked miserable, and I felt the need to reassure her. I reached over and squeezed her thigh. "Hey, if it wasn't for you, I would probably have wound up in the emergency room yesterday. You have been awesome. Thank you."
Her face brightened immediately, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. "Damn, you're beautiful," I breathed. It came out without thought, and my sister's eyes widened. I'm sure mine did too. I opened my mouth, but then shut it and shook my head. I smiled at her and said, "Nope, I'm not taking it back. It's totally true."
"Oh, you fucker," she growled.
That caught me off-guard. "Excuse me?"
I felt anger flare inside me—the result of all the hormones raging inside me from that day's medications—and I squeezed down on my sister's thigh, hard. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.
"I'm sorry!" she said. She slid her hand down from my shoulder to my chest. "That didn't come out right, Keith. Please don't be mad." Then she reached for my wrist. "Please, Keith," she murmured, "You're hurting me."
I looked down and realized how hard I was squeezing her thigh. Immediately, I released her and jerked my hand back. Angry red fingerprints marred her pale skin.
"I'm so sorry," I mumbled.
She still held my wrist, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.
"We should get some lunch," she said softly.
I nodded and she started the car. I still felt bad, and of course I was overly emotional because of my crazy-ass hormone levels. It was all I could do not to cry. I took slow, deep breaths so I could calm down, but then I started thinking, Why did she say that?
I was still puzzling over it when we pulled into the parking lot at our favorite Chinese restaurant. They had an excellent buffet and my mouth was watering before we had even parked the car. Stacy hopped out and got the wheelchair out of the trunk. When she rolled it around to my side of the car, I was shocked to see how hard her nipples were beneath her blouse and bra. Then my mind replayed her growling, "Oh, you fucker," and it hit me—she had been turned on!
Lunch was a welcome distraction after the emotional roller-coaster I had been through. Everything smelled amazing and I had to fight the temptation to fill my plate with everything the buffet had to offer. Not all of those foods would play well together in my stomach, and I managed to keep it in mind. I ate my lunch and finally looked across at my sister when I heard her chuckling.
After swallowing I asked, "What's so funny?"
"You," she replied, smiling and shaking her head. "The way you're moaning, it sounds like someone's under the table sucking your dick."
I stared at her. First, I wasn't aware I had even been moaning. Second, she had planted that image in my mind. My over-eager dick responded instantly and I stifled a groan. My only relief in that moment was that there wasn't anyone nearby to hear what she had said.
"Um...sorry?" I finally managed to reply.
"No need to apologize," she replied, still smiling. "At least I know you're really enjoying your lunch. Hell, everyone can hear how much you're enjoying it."
I had to look around then, and sure enough several people were looking our way and smiling. I smiled back at them sheepishly and resumed eating my lunch. When I wheeled back over for seconds, I heard a couple of people chuckling softly. I studiously avoided looking at them. Inside, I was just praying none of them could see my erection through my thick shorts.
* * *
We were almost home before I felt the need to blurt out, "Stacy, I am really sorry I snapped at you earlier. I know you weren't trying to be insulting. I just misunderstood and overreacted. You know I would never hurt you like that on purpose."
She shot me a quick glance before returning her attention to the road and making the turn onto our street. Then she stuttered, "We'll—we can—it's—" She blew out a frustrated breath and shook her head. "I understand," she said firmly. "We can talk about it when we get inside."
It was only because I was looking at her so intently that I noticed the way she squeezed her thighs together.
We pulled into the driveway a minute later and she got out to unfold my wheelchair and roll it over to my door. Once again I noticed her hard nipples protruding through her blouse as she held the wheelchair steady and I slid into it. That was surprising. I couldn't see her at all when she rolled me up to the house, but when she walked around in front of me to unlock and open the front door I noticed that her legs were shaking.
It was subtle, but I couldn't miss it. I also couldn't miss how incredibly sexy my sister's ass was in those snug shorts. My dick was completely hard by the time she rolled me inside the house and closed the door behind us—hard enough that she could see it as soon as she turned around. Before I could say anything, she looked past me and her eyes widened again.
"Oh, damn," she murmured. "We didn't put any of that stuff away."
I rotated my chair to take a look. It took me a second to realize she meant the beach towels and the pump bottle of lubricant. Stacy walked up and took the handles on the back of my wheelchair, rolling me out into the living room. She leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"Mom and Dad won't be home for another hour. We should go ahead and use the towels one more time before I put them away."
"Oh, okay," I replied.
I expected another quick hand-job like the last one, but only because I had ignored all the obvious signs. I unbuckled my belt and slid my shorts and boxer-briefs down my legs, then slid down and positioned myself on the beach towels. When I looked up at Stacy she had already removed her blouse and bra, and she was sliding her shorts and panties down her legs. I gulped and stared at the perfection of her naked body.
"Take off your shirt and socks," she reminded me.
I quickly whipped off my shirt and then bent to remove my socks. My eyes were glued to Stacy's body when she bent over in front of me to pick up the bottle. Her sexy ass cheeks spread just slightly and I could see the glistening lips of her pussy, as well as the cute little button of her asshole. The groan that came out of my throat couldn't be helped.
"Were you staring at my ass?" she growled as she straddled my thighs once again. I gulped and nodded, and watched her squirt the lubricant over her hands and the head of my throbbing dick. "You're so bad," she murmured in that deep, throaty voice. "I'm your sister. You know you shouldn't look at your sister like that." She worked the slick lube all over my cock and licked her lips before looking up at my face again. "Oh, wait!" she gasped. She slid forward and pressed her wet folds against the base of my slick shaft. "Were you looking at my pussy? You were, weren't you? Oh my God, were you thinking about sliding this huge, hard cock into your own sister's wet little pussy?"
I swear, my dick got even harder in her hands when she talked that way. All I could do was stare at her and gulp. She shook her head and licked her lips.
"You're my little brother," she continued. "You really shouldn't think such dirty things. Of course, if you weren't my brother, this thick, tasty-looking dick would already be inside my pussy. I'll bet it would feel amazing as it stretched me wide open."
She started humping her hips forward and back, sliding her pussy up and down the shaft of my dick as her right hand pressed it against her. The fingers of her left hand were teasing and circling the pulsing head of my cock, making it swell up impressively. Between her delicate fingers, the slick knob looked enormous.
"Wow," she breathed. "I still can't get over just how big your dick is." Her eyes then roamed hungrily up the flexed muscles of my midsection and on over my chest and shoulders. She shuddered and licked her lips. "It's bad enough you have the body of a Greek god," she shifted her grip and slapped the shaft of my cock against her pussy twice. "This is just unfair."
She shifted her hips upward just a little and shook her head again. Our eyes were locked as she stroked my wet shaft and the fingers of her other hand pressed the head of my cock against the top of her pussy. As if the slippery lube wasn't enough already, her pussy juices were flowing onto the underside of my dick and drenched it further.
"Damn, that feels incredible," I croaked weakly.
"Yes!" she panted. "It does feel incredible." Then she pumped her hips insistently again, and the head of my soaking-wet dick was sliding up and down between the lips of her baby-smooth pussy.
Her eyes shot open and she looked down frantically when her right hand slipped completely up off of my shaft. Without that hand holding me in place, her other hand pushed the head of my cock between her drenched folds. We both gasped at the intense sensation and I glanced down just in time to see my throbbing cock head slip inside my sister's pussy.
Her right hand struggled desperately to get a grip on my shaft, and I felt it bending slightly as she pulled on it. Then her hand slipped off again and another inch of my dick slipped into her.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped.
I was frozen in place, watching my sister shudder all over. She looked incredible and at the same time helpless as my thick cock slipped deeper inside her. Her eyes were wild when she finally looked up at my face.
"Help me!" she gasped desperately.
Her words galvanized me into motion. I sat up and reached down to grab her hips. She was surprisingly light and I lifted her up off of my dick. I heard it slap wetly against my abdomen, but was too distracted to look down at it.
My sister's hard nipple had pushed right into my open mouth.
We groaned in chorus as my lips closed on that irresistible, throbbing tit-flesh and I started sucking on it hungrily. Stacy wrapped both hands around my neck and shuddered in my grasp.
"Oh, damn," she panted, practically into my ear. "That feels so fucking good. Oh! Oh, shit!"
I felt wonderful, warm wetness engulfing the head of my cock. I was completely focused on sucking my sister's breast and it took a full minute for me to realize that my hands had pulled her down onto me. By then, half my dick was inside her and I was already guiding her up and down on it. Stacy was too busy coming all over my swollen cock head to protest.
It just felt too fucking good for either of us to stop.
My sister's pussy was incredibly tight, but with all that slick lubrication my dick slid deeper inside her with each stroke. In another minute she was taking me balls-deep each time I pulled her hips into mine. She came two or three times in rapid succession. It was tough to tell, the way she was trembling and bucking her hips the whole time. All too soon we hit that rapid pace that drove me beyond the point of no return. My cock swelled and my balls bucked upward. At the last second I released her nipple with a gasp.
"I'm gonna come!" I gasped, looking into her eyes.
Her eyes shot open once again. "Don't you dare!" she cried. "You can't come in my pussyyyy! Oh! You fucker!"
It had already been too late by the time I said a word. Stacy's hips just kept bucking against me as I unloaded deep inside her. I was a little concerned when I heard her sobbing into my neck. It was tough for me to get the words out of my mouth since my cock was still shooting my hot cream into her spasming pussy, but I managed to stammer out four words.
Stacy, are you okay?"
"No, Goddammit!" she moaned helplessly. She pulled her head back and stared into my eyes, still shuddering through her own orgasm as my cock pulsed inside her. "Do you realize what you've done to me?"
My eyes shot open in alarm. Had I just gotten my own sister pregnant? Fuck! I could have sworn she was on the pill! I shook my head helplessly, still shooting my potent seed deep inside her.
"OH! Oh, God!" she cried out. Then she clutched me desperately with both arms and buried her face in my neck again.
I wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me, but quickly realized she was shaking with yet another intense orgasm. By releasing her hips and hugging her like that, all I had managed to do was sheathe my cock all the way inside her. She panted for several seconds and then she started to softly kiss my neck.
I was still deeply concerned, and that feeling of dread only deepened after my orgasm was over. What had I done to my sister?
Her voice was a dreamy murmur when she finally spoke. "Oh Keith," she said, kissing my neck again. "I can't believe you did that. You've ruined me, little brother, you know that? You weren't supposed to fill me up with that huge dick. It should never, ever have gone into my pussy."
She flexed her hips, shivering once again. That motion made her pussy squeeze down on me deliciously, and forced a moan from my throat.
"You definitely shouldn't have come inside me," she continued. "Now it's too late, and there's nothing I can do about it."
I gulped and stared at her nervously. She shook her head slowly and fixed me with a sad little smile.
"Do you love me?" she asked softly.
"You know I do," I replied quietly.
"I mean really love me," she demanded. Her voice and gaze were both intense.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Good," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips softly. She sighed and leaned back, "because you're stuck with me now. You've marked my pussy as your own, and you've ruined me for any other guy. I was afraid this might happen, the first time I saw what you were packing down there. I already loved you and knew you were an amazing man. Now...I don't know how I could go another day without feeling like this."
My shoulders immediately relaxed. I was just relieved that she didn't tell me I had knocked her up. I hugged her to me tightly again and rocked her gently from side to side.
"I love you so much," I whispered.
At the moment, I figured it was just emotional talk pouring out of her mouth in the throes of passion. I did not for one second believe she would feel the same way after she came down from that euphoric, post-orgasmic bliss. I was her little brother, after all. She couldn't seriously expect that I would be there for her every day for the rest of her life to fill her up with hard cock and a massive load of sperm.
In fact, I was worried that the opposite would be the case—that she would hate or resent me after this feeling passed. It was the reason I held her as long as I did. I expected the moment to be fleeting and I wanted to hold onto it as long as I could.
Five years later, I'm still holding onto that feeling—and my sexy-as-fuck sister—every single day.