Note: the main character is a voyeur. There is some incest and anal in this story.
^^^March, 1953^^^
“I’m sick,” I said in a quiet, weak voice.
I’d been feeling poorly. I was weak and achy. Funny, I felt better after I puked my guts out into the toilet.
I think it was because now I knew what was wrong with me. A virulent strain of the stomach flu had been making the rounds, and I had all the symptoms: fever, stomach ache, feeling exhausted, vomiting, etc…
I took the appropriate medicines, rested for three days, and the flu ran its course. I felt well enough to head home and visit the family.
^^^
“I’m sick,” I said in a hushed voice.
I was filled with self-loathing. I was disgusted with myself.
Why? Because I was kneeling beside an unconscious woman, and I wasn’t rending her aid. I was staring at parts of her that I shouldn’t be seeing.
The young woman was sprawled out on her back on the floor. She was wearing a pink silky robe. It had a V-neck, batwing sleeves, and a belt which she had tied into a bow.
The robe was askew and not covering her as it should. One perky breast was exposed. The young woman’s pink-tipped boob was firm and held its shape well, defying gravity.
The hem of her robe, which normally hit her mid-thigh, had flipped up, allowing me an unsolicited view of her panty-clad pussy. Thin, translucent, light blue underwear tightly hugged her junk. I could see everything because she’d trimmed her pubic hair. Her labia majora were thick, the gash pronounced, and the fabric dipped inside.
She had a distinct cameltoe.
I checked her eyes, confirmed they were closed, and returned to ogling her feminine flesh. Flesh that I was never meant to see. My eyes had no scruples; they looked. My penis had no conscious; I got an erection.
I felt queasy and was angry with myself. For God’s sake! This was my sister!
Still, I couldn’t stop myself from looking. Maybe it was part of my DNA. It certainly was my nature. I was a guy who liked to look…to spy on women, who are naked, disrobing, or engaging in sex.
I am a voyeur. No woman is off-limits to my proclivity. Not even family members.
l touched my sister’s arm, shook her gently, and asked, “Eve, what are you doing on the floor?”
She peeked at me through slitted eyes and said breathily, “My head and butt hurt.”
“What happened?”
She spoke slowly and deliberately. “I must have fainted. I’ve got a bad case of stomach flu. I feel like I’ve spent most of the last two days in the bathroom. I can’t keep anything down.
“I stopped eating and drinking because it hurt so much when my body expelled whatever I ingested. I guess my electrolytes are off. I felt lightheaded, and the next thing I know, I found myself on the floor.”
“Sis, I know how you feel. I had the stomach bug too. It kicked my ass. I was bone-tired, my belly hurt, and I know all about urgent trips to the bathroom. It took me days to get over it.”
I slid a hand under a shoulder blade and lifted her to a sitting position.
She saw her panties, blushed, and pulled her robe down. She said, “I just put a bunch of panties in the washing machine. I’ve been going through them like crazy. All I had left was this old pair, and they’re too small.”
“Let me help you up.”
“You should stay away from me. You could get what I’ve got.”
“I’m not worried. I’ve had it. I was as miserable as you look. I should be immune.” I chuckled.
I put my arm around her back and lifted her. Damn! She’s a slim, fit woman, but it felt as if I was trying to lift a ton of bricks. I’m in good shape. I outweighed her by fifty pounds, but until she started to stand, I couldn’t budge her.
“There you go. Nice and easy,” I said.
She came up slowly. She leaned forward, her robe fell away from her chest, and I got a solid view of her braless boobs. I could only see the inner half of the near one, but I saw the whole enchilada of the far one.
It was full and round, and the nipple was pink and hard. Her breasts were tanned.
“Nice boobs, Sis,” I said to myself as I checked out her chest. My actions and comments were instinctive… automatic as if being a jerk was hard-wired into my psyche.
Eve appeared unaware of the show she was putting on as she struggled to stand. She straightened up and said, “If you could take me to my bed.”
We slowly walked down the hall.
We passed the linen closet, and she said, “Could you grab me a towel? To protect my sheets.”
“Sure.”
I released her, turned to the closet, and heard a strange sound. It was a soft thud.
“What was that?” I wondered. I turned my head and saw my sister on the floor.
“Eve! What happened?” I said as I knelt beside her.
Her head rested against the wall, and her arms and legs were akimbo. She brought to my mind the image of a puppet that had its strings cut, lying in a messy pile.
I got another gratuitous beaver shot. I studied her vag for as long as I dared and then asked, “Are you all right?”
“I fell,” she said and rubbed her head.
“Stand up,” I said. I put my arm around her waist, and together we stood.
The polyester robe she was wearing was slick. My hand slid up her body, pulling the robe up until I bumped into the bottom of her right breast. I exposed her panties and my fingers pressed against her tit.
“That’s my boob you’re touching, Brother.”
“Yeah. I know. I can’t get a good grip because of your silky robe. It’s not like you come equipped with handholds. Your breast is the only protruding object available to stop my sliding hand.”
She guffawed, stopped quickly, and said, “Don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”
I repositioned my hand lower on her waist and held her tightly as I opened the closet. I grabbed a towel and took her to her room. Her soft body felt nice pressed against mine. I was thankful our sides were touching, so she didn’t know about my hard-on.
“Can you stand for a second?”
“Yes,” she said.
I looked at her face. It was ashen, and her eyes were closed. I released her and flung the towel over the sheet where she had been lying. I grabbed her waist with both hands and guided her to the bed.
She gingerly sat on the bed, paused, and took a deep breath. After a brief rest, she brought her legs up and lay down.
I looked at her long, tanned, shapely legs. They were a fringe benefit of all the tennis she played, as were her fit body and tight ass.
I grabbed the top sheet, covered her, and said, “I know what you’re going through. I’m here for you. Anything I can do? Anything I can get you?”
“Thanks. Would you mind going to the store and getting me Paregoric and some orange juice? I need you to mix up some rehydration solution to replace all the fluid I’ve lost and get my brain working right?”
“I’m on it.”
^^^
I went to the store and got the items my sister requested and beer, chips, and lunch meat for me. I returned home and stowed away the groceries.
Our church had a big missionary outreach program. We sent people everywhere. Returning missionaries told us that in under-developed countries a major cause of death for children was diarrhea.
The World Health Organization did a study, and in the 1940s they can up with a simple, but effective treatment: ORS or oral rehydration solution. It’s water with some critical electrolytes. Adding the proper amount of sugar and salt to clean water can saves lives.
Our mother made a version for us when we needed to be rehydrated. She diluted orange juice with water and added table salt. I mixed up a batch for Eve.
I went to her bedroom with a glass of the orange juice/electrolyte solution.
She wasn’t in bed.
“Eve! Eve, where are you?” I hollered.
“Here.”
Her voice was weak. It was coming from the bathroom.
I went to the hall bathroom, opened the door, and found her naked. She was on her hands and knees with her head above the porcelain throne. Her ass faced the door.
I got an excellent view of her firm butt. I could see her pussy and her brown anus.
She was at an angle, and I could see her plump left breast. It had a single beauty mark on it. Her back was sprinkled with a half dozen more of various sizes.
“Nice bum,” I said in a teasing way. I was trying to lighten the mood and allay the embarrassment she must be feeling. I’d caught her in an awkward position.
Eve lifted her head, looked over her shoulder, and gave me a chagrined look. She explained, “I drank some water and immediately regretted it. I’m naked because I thought it was going to run through me and shoot out my ass. Instead, I threw up.”
She spat into the toilet, flushed, and said, “I’m a mess. Be a dear and run me a bath.”
She sat on her heels and kept her head over the commode as I filled the tub. When she crawled over to it, her tits bounced and swayed. Her nipples couldn’t have been harder.
She put her hand in and said, “The temperature is good. Help me get in.”
I grabbed non-erogenous body parts and assisted her as she got in.
“Ohh. The water feels nice.”
She dunked her head, took in a mouthful of water, swished it around, and spit it out as she surfaced. She dunked her head again and scrubbed her face with her hands.
I stood and turned to leave.
“Please stay.”
She chuckled and added, “It’s a little late for me to play the modesty card. You’ve seen me nude. I need you. I’m afraid I might faint again and drown.”
“Okay. Take a swig of this,” I said as I handed her the orange juice concoction.
She drank and handed it back. I placed it on the sink, put the toilet seat down, and sat.
“This is weird….me being naked in front of you,” Eve said. “Could we bring some balance…equality to this situation?”
“How?”
“Here’s my situation,” she said. “I feel terrible. The last thing I want to do is wear a bra. They suck. I am not going to exacerbate my discomfort by wearing a one.”
I nodded; she continued.
“I’m afraid to wear panties. The waistband hurts my stomach, and I worry that if I have an attack of diarrhea, I won’t be able to get them off fast enough.
“I need to be naked. It’s not your fault, but it’s embarrassing for me.”
“What can I do?”
“Undress.
“If we’re both naked, I won’t feel so bad. Right now, I feel I’m putting on a peep show. If we are both nude, having my little brother see my bits won’t be so bad.”
I flinched and said, “You want me to get naked?”
“Yes. It’s only fair.”
“Ah…Ah…And if I get an erection…”
“You will. Guys your age get dozens of erections every day. Sometimes because you’re aroused and sometimes for no reason at all. I won’t get angry at you. It’s biology. You can’t control it anymore than I can stop my nipples from getting hard and pointy.”
She pulled on a stiff nipple, stretched it, and released it. It snapped back, and her boob wobbled. She smiled reassuringly and added, “Please. I feel rotten because of the flu. Do I have to feel like I’m in a bad porn movie and that I’m corrupting the morals of a minor?{
I stared into her eyes. I was scared.
She smiled and said, “You know I’ve seen dozens and dozens of dicks. You won’t shock me.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded.
I stood, kicked off my shoes, and said, “I am your younger brother, but I’m not a minor. I’m eighteen years old.”
I removed my shirt and pants. I put my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and quickly pulled them down, and stepped out of them.
I wanted to turn away, but I didn’t.
I told myself, “I’ve seen her tits, ass, and pussy. She deserved the right to see me.” My cock was hard. It pointed straight at her face.
I saw her eyes look up and down my fit body. I knew she was appraising me. She looked at my penis and smiled.
I admit the smile made me feel good about myself.
I don’t think I’m God’s gift to women, but I think I look okay. I work out. I’m almost six feet tall, and I weigh 183 pounds. I have muscles and a firm abdomen.
My dick is almost six inches long. I’ve been told I have a decent thickness. Women have cum on my cock.
“You’re a strapping lad with a nice dick,” my sister said. “One suggestion, when you undress for a woman, never keep your socks on. It looks weird. Especially, if you have on long dress socks.”
I laughed nervously and asked, “Are you okay that I have an erection?” I’m sure my face was red as I took off my socks.
“It’s never been one of my life’s goals to give my brother an erection,” she said. “We both know that guys get hard when they see boobies and vaginas, and I’m not a bad-looking woman.”
“You’re beautiful. The blonde hair…the long, tanned legs. You have great boobs, you trim your pubic hair, and have a fantastic ass,” I said. I spoke quickly in a voice oozing excitement.
The words tumbled out of my mouth without any conscious thought. I was animated. I gestured with my hands and looked at her with wide eyes.
She raised her hands. Her face was red. She said, “Okay…Okay. I get your point. You don’t have to enumerate everything sexual thing about me that you find attractive.
“Please sit and watch over me. I want to relax and enjoy a nice soak.”
“Right.” I leaned back on the sink counter. That vantage point afforded me a perfect view of my sister. I looked her over, felt guilty, and confessed.
“Eve, I’m a pervert.”
“What?”
“I like women. I like having sex with women. But more than anything, I like looking at naked women who are unaware I can see them.”
“I’m not unaware. We just discussed how I need to be undressed and how upsetting it is that you can see my naked body.”
“You’re correct, but I see a woman lying in the tub soaking. She’s still, her eyes are closed, and she looks so peaceful. It’s easy to imagine that she home alone enjoying some me time.”
“Oh. I see,” she said. She used her arms to cover her breasts.
“When I watch peep shows, I like the ones where there is a spy camera in a dressing room, locker room, or shower room. The women don’t realize they’re being seen.
“Seeing you naked in the tub is a thrill. My dick can’t get any harder. It aches.” I stroked my cock and groaned, “Oh.”
“I’ve heard about voyeurs…Peeping Toms,” she said. “Do you get an extra thrill because I’m your sister?” She drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, blocking my view of her private parts.
“I’m telling you because you’re my sister. I feel I owe you the truth. I’m enjoying your nudity. It has nothing to do with incest or the fact that you’re my kin. I get aroused from seeing things that I shouldn’t. Especially, when the woman is unaware.
I gave her an earnest look and said, “When I’m on a date, and we make out, head to the bedroom, and get naked, I enjoy the sex. There’s no special excitement because she’s naked. She knows I can see her. It isn’t a voyeuristic situation.”
I bit my lip and confessed, “I get a bigger charge out of seeing the unexpected. Like if the wind lifts a coeds skirt and I see her panties. Or a woman leans over, and I see down her blouse, or when I found you lying on the floor in the hall unconscious.
“Your robe wasn’t covering you as it should. I saw a boob and your pussy through your semi-transparent panties.”
“Did you touch me?”
“NO! I didn’t touch you,” I assured her. In a softer voice, I said, “That’s not part of my kink.”
She looked relieved and changed the subject. “You’re confessing your fetish to me. Do you feel bad about the poor unsuspecting victims in the porn videos?”
“I don’t know them, and to be honest, I don’t care about them. They are objects. I’m not going to stop watching those videos.”
“If you’re a voyeur, why were you hesitant to take off your clothes?” Eve asked.
“Voyeurs like to observe. Exhibitionists are attention seekers. They want to shock you. They’re the guys in trenchcoats who flash women. It’s two different fetishes. I like watching, not showing women my genitals.
“Oh.”
“You know, Eve. Some might call you an exhibitionist.”
“No way. I’ve never flashed my vagina at anyone,” she said indignantly.
“Like most things, exhibitionism exists on a spectrum. At one end is someone who exposes their genitals for sexual gratification. There are milder, healthier forms, such as drawing attention to yourself by wearing tight, sexy, or revealing clothing.
“You have a pair of shorts that Mom thinks are scandalous, and remember the stink she raised about your bikini? I noticed you don’t have tan lines up top, so you must suntan topless. Can anyone see you while you sunbathe?”
“Well…”
“Do you wear sexy lingerie for your boyfriends? Do you dance for them? Have you done a striptease?
“I’m young. I wear fun revealing clothing, and yes, I’m fun and sexy for my beaus.”
“And you do this because you enjoyed it. You like the reaction you get. That makes you an exhibitionist.
“I guess I am. I’ve been skinny dipping with friends. I snuck a guy into a dressing room and tried on sexy lingerie. He got so excited he wanted to have sex with me then and there. We almost did. The snooty old lady who ran the place chased us out.”
She laughed, recalling the event.
“Okay,” she said. “You have your proclivities, and I have mine. If no one gets hurt, what’s the harm?”
She stretched out in the bathtub and allowed me to see her naked body. She closed her eyes and lay still. After ten minutes, she opened her eyes, glanced at my erection, and smirked, “Still hard, huh? Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
She chuckled and said, “I can’t tell you the number of times guys have shown me their hard cocks, said it hurts, and begged for relief. I must have given…I don’t know how many… a lot of pity handjobs.”
I guess I looked stunned.
She said, “Why are you shocked? I’m twenty-three. I lost my virginity five years ago. I like sex. I have sex: manual, oral, and vaginal. Are you a virgin?”
“No. Of course not. Please don’t think I was judging you. You caught me by surprise. This isn’t a conversation I imagined us having.”
“Yes. This is a strange day.”
She grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap, wet them, and rubbed them together. She used the soapy cloth to wash her body.
She was diligent when she scrubbed her ass. She used her hands and the bathwater to wash her more delicate vagina.
My dick ached while she did this. Pre-cum oozed out of my urethra.
“I feel better,” she declared.
She looked at my ashen face and my throbbing dick. The tip of my penis was shiny. She said, “You don’t look so good.
Come. Sit on the edge of the tub and put your feet in the water.”
I did as instructed.
She sat on her heels and faced me. She soaped up her hands she said, “We are in a unique situation. If it wasn’t for the stomach flu, we’d never have this conversation or see each other naked.”
I nodded and said, “Mom would flip…”
“Yes. No one will understand,” she said, interrupting me. “So we will tell no one about this.”
I nodded vigorously, causing my erection to bounce around in front of my sister.
She grabbed my cock and squeezed.
“Oh!” I moaned.
She said, “I’m nice and relaxed, and you aren’t. It’s not fair. Let’s see If I can even the score.” She began stroking my cock.
“Oh. Thank you!”
“Ouch!” she cried out and released my dick. “Sorry, Ed. I was going to beat you off, but I can’t. Moving my arm exasperates the pain in my belly. Maybe another time.”
“Oh. Okay.” I tried to hide my disappointment. I didn’t do a good job.
“I can’t jerk you off, but you can.”
“It’s okay?”
“Yes. Masturbate. You need the relief.”
She handed me the soap, pushed her chest out, and said, “You can cum on my tits.” She added in a stern voice, “Not on my face.”
“Yes. Thanks.”
I soaped up my dick, stroked myself, and looked at Eve’s face for confirmation that what I was doing was okay.
She nodded and smiled.
I beat off while looking at her chest. She had great breasts. They were full, firm, and topped with hard pink nipples.
“Oh. Oh,” I groaned.
She shook her shoulders and made her breasts jiggle.
I was excited. I thought, “Look at those boobs bounce. Those are Eve’s tits.”
That did me in.
“Ohh! Ohh!” I cried out, orgasmed, and ejaculated on my sister’s boobs.
“Good job!” she hollered as I sprayed cum on her chest. She giggled.
My dick stopped firing out. I stopped stroking and sighed. I said, “I can’t believe we did that.”
“Why not? Don’t voyeurs jerk off looking at their targets? As a budding exhibitionist, I enjoyed showing you my tits and reaping my just reward.”
She laughed.
I didn’t join in.
I was in shock. I guess it showed on my face.
She washed my spunk off her chest and said, “Relax, Ed. It’s not like we fucked. You did me a favor, I did you a favor. You probably jerk off every day, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I felt my face grow warm. I quickly added, “I never think about you.”
“You weren’t thinking about your sister,” she said. “You were thinking about these.” She cupped her breasts and held them up.
I said, “You’re right.”
I might have been lying.
^^^
We dried our bodies and went to Eve’s bedroom. She lay on a towel.
I offered to get her food or drink. She declined, covered her nude body with a sheet, and turned on the television.
I sat in a chair.
She dozed on and off.
I watched over her and read a new book by Ray BradburyFahrenheit 451. I liked it.
My sister is a restless sleeper. Her squirming and rolling about meant, at times, she was uncovered. I saw parts of her a brother isn’t supposed to see.
The sick bastard that I am, I took advantage of her. While she was asleep, I came up to her and got close-up views of her tits, ass, and pussy. It made me so hard and so horny that I had to go into the bathroom and jerk off into the sink.
“Ed? Ed?” she called out.
I rushed out of the bathroom and hollered, “Here I am. Are you okay?”
“I was scared. I thought I was alone,” she said while I was in the hallway.
She continued and said, “I had this weird dream…”
I stepped into her bedroom. She saw my naked body, my limp dick, and giggled, “So it wasn’t a dream. I’m naked because stuff could shoot out my ass or throat at any time without any warning, and you’re naked in solidarity. What a great brother you are.
“Come. Lay beside me. I’m cold.” She patted the bed.
I got into her bed. She put her head on my chest, a leg over mine, and snuggled against me. Her body was cool. Her thigh and breasts were especially soft.
Instantly, I got hard. My erection pushed against her leg.
“Er…Sorry,” I said.
“What? You’re warm and making me warm.” She moved, felt my boner pressing against her upper leg, and said, “Are you worried about this?” She touched my penis with her hand and sang a verse from a song. “Mama said there’ll be days like this. There’ll be days like this Mama said.”
She giggled, squeezed my dick, and said, “Mom and I had conversations about boys and erections. She said I might feel firm penises pressing against me when we dance, hug, or sit close together.
“She said when it happens, I have choices. I can ignore it, accept it, or move. She said sometimes a hard-on will embarrass the guy more than me and that he may run away. I wasn’t supposed to laugh or make fun of him.
“If the erection made me feel uncomfortable I could always move away or leave the room. She said I don’t have to move. If I like the person and felt safe, I could stay.
“I’m comfortable being with you. I’d prefer you stay and keep me warm. I understand erections are not completely under your control.
“It’s not a big deal…Wait. Poor choice of words. I’m not saying you have a small dick. You have a nice size dick. I want you to know that I’m not upset that you’re hard.
“Most girls I know take it as a compliment. Unless the guy is a creep, we can roll with it.”
She released my dick and rubbed my chest with her hand.
I put my arm around her back, pulled her to me, and said, “Good. Because I can’t stop them. I’m glad we can be comfortable with each other.”
We lay entangled. She lazily rubbed my chest and squeezed my bicep and shoulder.
I ran my hand up and down her body. I touched her back, side and hip. Occasionally, my reach found her butt and the bottom of her breast. No one got overly excited or upset.
She slumbered in my embrace. Until….
“Oh God!” she cried out. She jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and slammed the door closed.
I followed, stood in the hall, and waited.
Minutes later, she emerged, smiled, hugged me, and announced, “I peed! Finally. I didn’t throw up. Nothing shot out of my butt. My stomach rumbled and gurgled, but all I did was pee.”
I hugged her tight and said, “Congratulations! That is a milestone. How should we celebrate? Toast?”
“Yes. Buttered toast and more of the special orange juice. Bring it to the family room.”
I made the toast, got her drink, and brought it out on a tray with a napkin. I made myself a PB&J sandwich and got a beer.
“Beer? Hey, no fair,” she teased.
“I have more in the frig whenever you’re ready.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
We sat nude on the sofa, ate, drank, and watched a show. After she had her snack, Eve put a pillow against the arm of the sofa and stretched out, putting her feet on my lap.
“Mmmmm. Nice,” she moaned as I gave her a foot massage.
I got hard again. She didn’t appear to care.
I copied her position, and we rested with our heads against the couch’s armrest. We both had our legs bent and knees up. Our toes touched.
Eve sighed, stretched her arms above her head, and straightened her legs. She extended her legs and put her feet on my dick. “Ever have a footjob?” she asked.
“No.”
She put the soles of her feet against the shaft of my erection and moved up and down.
“That feels good,” I said. “Like a handjob, but different.
“I’ve never done this before. Can I experiment?”
“Sure.”
She rubbed my cock. Sometimes her toes were involved; sometimes it was the pads of her feet. It felt nice. She couldn’t match the speed or grip of a handjob, but it was nice.
She moved her butt closer to me and spread and bent her legs. The new position allowed her to massage my cock in different ways.
“Oh. Nice,” I complimented her.
Since her legs were apart, I had an unobstructed view of her pussy. I stared at her lips and gash. They glistened.
“It looks like her vagina is wet. I wonder if she is turned on by this?” I said to myself.
I slid to her and sat up. She rubbed my dick, moved the free skin on my shaft, and used her toes to do interesting things.
I reached out and touched her legs. I caressed her calf.
She didn’t object.
I rubbed her thighs.
I heard no complaints, so I leaned forward and touched her pussy.
“What are you doing?” she asked. There was a ‘what the fuck’ tone to her voice. She pulled her feet away from my crotch.
“Ah. Ah. You’re making me feel good. I was returning the favor.”
“Sorry for biting your head off. That wasn’t fair. I was so focused on practicing different things that I forgot I was pleasuring you.”
She looked me in the eyes and said, “You know I love you but only as a brother. The attempted handjob was to prevent a bad case of blue balls. And this…this is practice.
“There’s a guy I date who loves my feet and has been asking for this. I’ve been hesitant to do it because I don’t have a clue how to give a footjob. I don’t want to look like an idiot, so I’m using you to practice.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “Use me. I like it. I know we aren’t in love. We aren’t going to get married and have children. Can I touch you? Can I practice on you while you practice on me?”
“I guess so. Fair is fair.”
She blushed and confessed, “I screeched because you caught me off guard, and I liked your touch.”
She reclined, brought her feet to my balls, and wiggled her toes.
“Oh. I like that,” I said. “You have to keep that move.”
“Good to know.”
She reached out to me. I put my hand in hers. She pulled me upright and brought my hand to her pussy. She made me touch her and said, “Play with me while I play with you.”
I smiled, and so did she.
She resumed my footjob, and I fingered my sister.
I rubbed her clit, toyed with her labia, and inserted one, then two fingers inside her. I rubbed her vaginal walls, found her G-spot, and caressed it.
She moaned and was breathing loudly as I jilled her. She smirked and shook her head when I pulled my fingers out of her vagina, smelled them, and licked them clean.
We continued to stimulate each other.
“Fuck! Enough of this child’s play,” she announced. “I need to cum!”
She flipped around and planted her pussy on my face. She took my cock into her mouth. We gave each other oral sex until we screamed, spasmed, and were lost in a world of pleasure.
She sucked, swallowed, and swooned. We rested and enjoyed our bliss.
I was happy to stay between her thighs, slurping up her fluid, getting a close-up view of her pussy, and savoring her aroma.
Minutes later, she said, “Oh, God! I guess I’m going to Hell. Brother, you have a talented tongue.”
“Sister, you have a tasty snatch. And you swallow! What more could a guy ask for.”
She laughed. We used the bathroom to clean up, climbed into bed, and slept.
She made one trip to the bathroom that night. It was to pee.
She came back to me. I spooned her, put my erection in her butt crack, and held her right tit all night long.
^^^
Eve woke, and woke me with a playful kiss on the lips. She said, “I feel better.”
We had toast for breakfast. I drank tea, and my sister had her special orange juice concoction.
Her good spirits were short-lived.
“Wow. I’m really tired. My stomach and intestines are behaving, but my belly hurts. I’m going to bed.”
She dozed off and on that day. She slept more than she was awake. When she was conscious, I got some fluids and food inside her.
^^^
For dinner, she had chicken soup and plain bread. Afterward, she said, “I thought I was turning a corner. I’ve been hot and cold, tired, and my skin feels clammy. I want to take a bath.”
I filled the tub and helped her in. She sighed and luxuriated in the warm water. “Will you wash my hair?”
“Sure.”
She dunked her head as I got the shampoo.
I knelt at the open end of the tub, massaged her scalp, and washed her head. She rinsed it a couple of times by submerging her head. I got a wide-tooth comb and pulled the tangles out.
“Wash me,” She said and handed me a washcloth.
I put soap on the cloth and dragged it across her body. I started with her hands and arms and did her feet and legs. She leaned forward, and I did her neck and back. She sat up, and I washed her shoulders, underarms, and breasts.
“Do you want to do the rest?” I asked.
“Not really.”
She got up on her knees and spread her legs. I washed her ass and finished by doing her vulva with my hand. I lingered there and fingered her, gently as I had done the night before.
“Keep going,” she said, as she squeezed her breasts and pulled on her stiff nipples.
I fingered her until she came. It was a small orgasm. Her body shuddered, and her pussy clamped down on my fingers.
I held her as she recovered. I kissed her neck. One hand found a boob and toyed with it.
“That was nice,” she said softly. “Let me do something nice for you. Get in.”
I climbed into the tub.
She knelt between my legs and grabbed my ever-present erection. She squeezed it and started jerking me off.
She gave me a wicked smile. and said, “This will not be quick.”
She stroked my cock. She alternated and used her left, right, and both hands.
She toyed with me.
She stopped when she sensed I was close. She would pull her hand away and play with her tits. She rubbed them, soaped them up, and pulled on her nipples.
She was taunting me, and it frustrated me.
She looked me in the eyes and teased, “I know your balls ache, and I’m not going to let you cum quickly. I want you to gather up every drop of sperm in your ballsack. I want your dick to explode. I want you to gasp and cry out when you come. I want your body to tremble afterward because you came so hard!”
She grabbed my cock, beat me off furiously, and said, “Did you hear me?”
“Yes. Oh, God. Oh, God! Yes!”
She stopped stroking me and squeezed hard at the base of my prick. She held on tight and prevented blood or sperm from entering or exiting. I had been closed to cumming. She choked the feeling out of me.
I stared wide-eyed at her.
“It’s too soon to orgasm,” she said. “We haven’t discussed where you going to shoot your cum?”
“Huh? What?”
“Here?” She asked. As she did, she leaned forward and rubbed the tip of my dick on her right breast and nipple.
“Or here?” She rubbed my dick against her left breast and nipple.
Her boobs were soft. Her nipples were firmer…rubbery.
“Oh, God!” I moaned. “Let me cum on your tits!”
“Okay. Remember what I said yesterday. You cannot come on my face.”
“Yes. Not your face.”
She smiled at me and wickedly licked her lips. One hand slid to my balls. She repeatedly raked my testicles with her long fingernails.
“Oh,” I groaned.
She put her right hand on my shaft and beat me off furiously. Her left hand rubbed and squeezed her tits.
I stared at her boobs, gasped for air, and moaned. I felt my climax building. I moaned louder and prayed that this time, she’d let me cum.
.
She did not.
She stopped stroking me and firmly gripped my shaft with her thumb and fingers directly beneath the head of my penis. She squeezed hard. It hurt, and the feeling that I was going to orgasm disappeared.
She leaned into me, released the death grip she had on my penis, and whispered in my ear, “I am in control, Brother.”
She rubbed her tits against my chest. Her hard nipples scored my flesh. She stopped as abruptly as she had begun. She sat back on her heels, grabbed my cock, and stroked me again.
Her hand moved slowly. She used long strokes. They were lethargic, arbitrary, and so irregular that I couldn’t build up a head of steam.
“Please!” I begged.
She laughed.
She looked into my desperate eyes and said, “I’m such a bitch.”
She soaped up my dick and stopped playing games. She increased the pace and her grip and jerked me off properly.
“You can cum, Brother.”
I wasn’t sure that I could trust her, but she gave me a good handjob. My balls began to boil.
“Ohh. Ohh. OHHH!” I screamed as I orgasmed. Cum flew out of my dick, and some landed on her chin.
She squealed and pointed my dick at her chest. She stroked; I spurted.
“Ohhh,” I groaned as she painted her chest with my spunk.
When I stopped ejaculating, my right leg started to twitch. I couldn’t stop it.
She laughed and said, “That was a big one! You’ve covered my tits with cum. You were a bad boy though. You got some on my face. That’s a no-no.” She wiped it away.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help.”
“Of course not because I give great handjobs.”
She picked up the washcloth and washed my limp dick.
She flipped around and leaned against me. She dunked the washcloth and cleaned it in the bathwater. She held it up and said, “Take this and wash your cum off my chest. The cloth is fine for my skin. It’s too rough for my nipples. Use your hands on them.”
I took the cloth.
She placed her head on my shoulder.
I washed her shoulders and collarbone and gently wiped her breasts. They were soft and bobbed in the water.
I didn’t know boobs floated.
^^^
I woke the following morning with some serious morning wood and a blonde babe in my arms. For a moment, I was confused. Then it hit me. The sexy blonde I was spooning was my sister, Eve.
I pressed my hardon against her small, tight ass, kissed her on the shoulder, and said, “Morning, Beautiful.”
She groaned, pushed her butt into my cock, and she said, “Good morning, Brother.”
I caressed a breast and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Much better. I don’t have the hazy, light-headed feeling. The ache in my belly is gone, and the ‘I’m fucking exhausted’ feeling is gone.”
She sat up, swung her feet off the bed, and said, “If you want to confirm that I’m well, follow me into the bathroom.”
She giggled and added, “I no longer have the sensation that I’m going to throw up or spew fluid out of my butthole.”
The naked woman hopped off the bed and went into the hall bathroom.
I had nothing better to do, so I followed her. I watched her pee; she watched me. We brushed our teeth and hair.
Eve said, “Thank you for taking care of me. I feel well enough to put on panties. I guess you can get dressed too. That’s a good thing because Mom will be home after lunch, and it might be difficult to explain why the two of us are naked.”
I came to her and embraced her. My erection poked her in the stomach. I said, “Hold on, Sis. You were wrong yesterday when you thought the illness had run its course. As your caregiver, I think it’s my duty to check you out.”
“Oh really!” she said incredulously. She grabbed my dick and asked, “Does this checkup involve any probing?”
“Maybe.”
I scooped her up in my arms and was going to carry her to the bedroom.
“Wait. I’m hungry” she said. “Let me have some oatmeal and coffee. I’m famished.”
“Okay.”
I carried her into the kitchen and made oatmeal while Eve made coffee. We had breakfast. She grabbed our bowls and took them to the sink to wash.
I stood and got behind her. I grabbed my erection, slipped it between her legs, and it nestled against her labia.
“I’ve enjoyed taking care of you,” I said sincerely as I hugged her shoulders.
Eve spun in my arms, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “The illness has made the last couple of days the worst in my life. You have made it bearable.
“Things have been crazy,” she said. “We’ve pretended we’re in some kind of Neverland where we can do what we want with no consequences. Ed, we’ve fooled around and done high school things. We can’t fuck. That’s too much…that’s going too far. You can see that, can’t you?”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I was kidding.”
“Let’s get dressed,” she said.
“Could you help me out? One last time,” I pleaded.
She frowned and said, “Okay. No penetration and no oral.”
“Right.”
She giggled and said, “I’m thinking no hands too.”
I raised an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look.
“I’ve made a guy cum in his pants from a lap dance. Sit on a chair. I’ll make you cum without using my hands, mouth, or pussy.”
I sat perched on a kitchen chair. My cock stuck out, straining to reach her.
Eve smiled and started to dance for me to some music she heard in her head. She moved her hips provocatively. Her tits bounced.
I smiled and reached for her.
She slapped my hand and said, “Strip club rules apply. No touching or grabbing by the patron. The dancer initiates any and all contact.”
I raised my hand and said, “You’re in charge.”
“Damn right I am.”
She smiled and turned away from me. She bopped and shimmied and shook her money-maker. She moved into me and pressed her bare ass against me.
My erection slipped in between her butt cheeks. She pushed into me and trapped it against my stomach.
She bounced and rubbed her bottom against my cock. She flexed her butt muscles and made her cheeks grab my penis. She danced, and her ass masturbated me.
“Oh. I like that.”
She grabbed my dick, pushed it down, and sat on it. She rubbed her firm butt against my dick.
She used her crack to grab and stroke my dick. She hummed a tune and gave me one hell of a lap dance.
I was excited.
This wasn’t some footjob bullshit. This was hot. A sexy naked woman had her ass up on my junk, grinding on me. It was a visual and sensual treat.
She bounced and slid up and down. It was as good as any handjob and sexy as hell.