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Otherwise, please enjoy. ===================================== I couldn't believe it. What was she thinking? And with Jones, of all people! I needed to get away. Jumping on my motorcycle, just a modest Honda 500, I took off out of my neighborhood, away from my cheating girlfriend. Images of walking in on her fucking that douche, Jones, refused to leave my mind. I never saw the car, before it hit me.

* * * An annoying beeping sounds wakes me up. My eyes are slow to open, and even slower to focus.

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What happened, and where am I? "Ahh, Mister Dickens, glad to see you are finally awake. Do you know where you are?" My eyes finally focus on a figure in white. "Am I dead?" I ask, or try to. Something is over my mouth, and my throat is dry. "Hmm, let's get this off you, and see if that helps." The thing is removed from around my head and mouth, and I see it is a respirator. I can also now see the comely nurse that was asking me questions. "Why am I here?" I ask, a bit more successfully than my last attempt at speech.

"You had a nasty accident, Mister Dickens. I am afraid you broke some bones, and will have to spend some time recovering. Is there anyone who can help take care of you in the meantime?" At first I think of my girlfriend, Jenny, but then the image of her riding on top of Jones, ecstasy painted clearly on her face. Till she saw me, that is. "Any family that can help you?" The nurse continues. "I am afraid you will need a lot of help over the next couple months, till your bones mend." I tried to sit up, but my arms refused to move right.

It only took me a moment to find out why. Both arms were in casts, and propped up in what I now call the mummy stance. The nurse was still looking to get an answer from me, so I said the only person I had left. "My mother." The next little while was a blur, as my mother, who was already there, filled out all the necessary paperwork and drove me to my childhood home. I found out that my bike had been completely wrecked, and it was a miracle I had even survived.

She talked about how we were going to sue the crap out of the lady that did this. All I could think about was my bike was totalled, and so was my life. "Your bedroom is right next to mine, so if you need anything in the middle of the night, you can just yell for me, and your sister won't hear from upstairs." Mom told me as she helped me out of the car, and into the house.

"Where is Lisa, anyway?" I asked, surprised that she wasn't home to see her older brother. We had always been close, being only a little over a year apart, and I thought for sure she would be here. "She's at school, hunny," Mom says, and I look at her in confusion. "It's Monday, and she still plans on graduating early. She wanted me to tell you she wishes she could be here, but will see you when she gets home." Monday?

MONDAY? I caught Jenny cheating on me on Saturday. I had been out for two hole days! "Are you alright, hunny? Here, have a seat. You don't look so good. Do you need any of your meds?" Mom fusses over my like a worried hen (which in a way, I guess she is), and tries to shuffle me off to bed, even though it is only early-afternoon.

I see that there is a computer set up, and I sit down to use it, after I get mom out of my room. I find I am able to type one letter at a time, if I turn my whole body to do so. I very slowly check my email, and see I have one from Jenny, telling me she is sorry, and she doesn't know what came over her. She will do anything to make it up to me, blah, blah, blah.

I reply that I want her out of my apartment as soon as possible, and that if anything is missing when I get home, I WILL call the cops on her lying, cheating ass. Satisfied, I turn off the screen, and decide that taking a nap might not be such a bad idea, as I am in a fair amount of pain, and my last dose hasn't kicked in yet.

I stand to go to the bathroom, and stop. How on Earth am I supposed to go to the bathroom with my arms in these casts? At first I just figure I'll have to hold it, and get what sleep I can, but I realize I can't hold it forever. Finally, face beet red, I walk out, and look for my mom. "Oh, dear, you surprised me," she says, as she puts down the food she was preparing for dinner.

"I thought you were asleep. Is there anything I can do for you?" The worry and love I can see in her eyes, makes what I have to ask her seem all the more obscene. "I need to pee," I say, lamely, dropping my head in embarrassment. At that point I would have almost rather had Jenny there to help me, I was so mortified. "Oh. Right. Well, I guess since you can't do it on your own, come along." The way mom took it so matter-of-factly helped alleviate some of my embarrassment.

I follow her to the restroom, and wait patiently as she undoes my pants. I fight hard not to get an erection as a women pulls my pants down, even if it is my beautiful, 5'6", auburn haired, 125lb mother.

As I stood there, I had to admit that in her late thirties, mom had it going on. Oh, shit! Stop thinking about her that way, pervert! I thought desperately, as I had felt my cock coming to life. How sick could I be?

"Hmm, you're just like your father," she says as she stands up, and I can see that her face is a little flushed. I am stunned at what I just heard, and stare at her blankly. "Well, are you going to pee, or stand there with your pants around your ankles all day?" I quickly sit down, but there is a problem. I don't consider myself large, at only 7 inches fully erect, but as I sit down, the end of my penis lands on the seat, rather than in it. Normally this isn't a problem, as I just tuck it down, but I can't do that this time.

"Umm," I say, but mom sees the problem right away. She reaches down, and gently takes a hold of my second brain, and tucks it under the seat. The touch is like electricity though, and again I have to fight with every mental faculty at my slightly drugged disposal to keep it down. Somehow I manage, and am soon peeing into the toilet. My mom stands waiting for me to finish, and I am a little self conscious as she watches.

Is that a smile on her face? No, I have to be hallucinating.

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What drugs did they give me? Finally done, mom bends over and hooks her arms around me, and helps me stand. My face is pressed against her neck, and I have no idea why I did it, but I gave her a quick kiss there, before she got me fully to my feet. She steps back for a moment, touching her neck & looking at me oddly. I sway slightly in place, finding it hard to keep my balance. Mom shakes herself, then bends down to pull my pants up.

I can see right down her shirt to her belly button, giving me a great shot of cleavage. Once again, my second brain starts to wake, and this time I can't seem to care. Mom bumps her head on it as she pulls my pants up, and she just stares at it for a moment, inches away from her face. Shaking herself again, she mutters, "Just like your dad," and finishes pulling on and then buckling my pants.

"Do you miss him, mom?" I ask. "Your dad? Yes.

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Every day. He was good to me, and took good care of you too. I wish your sister could have gotten to know him before he died." I can't think of anything else to say as we leave the restroom. She guides me unsteadily to my bed, and tells me, "Looks like those drugs finally took effect.

Get some rest, and I will wake you when dinner is ready. I am asleep before she leaves the room. * * * "Come on, brother. Wake up!" The world is falling down on my head as it spins out of control. I open my eyes, to see my 18 year old sister looking down at me, her hands shaking my abdomen. "There you are," she says with a sweet smile.

"Get up, it's time to eat!" She bounds out of the room, her long auburn ponytail bouncing behind her. Somehow I am able to roll myself out of bed, and groggily follow her down the hall. As dinner progresses, they explain their plan for caring for me. Mom was going to switch to working nights, so that she could take care of me during the day, and Lisa would take care of me after school.

Mom had tonight off, so we all got caught up on each other's lives. I felt bad, as both Lisa and mom took turns cutting up my food, and feeding me. They both laughed about it, Mom commenting, "It is nice having someone to feed and take care of. I played like a baby for a couple minutes, making everyone laugh. As dinner finished, I felt the need to pee again, and signaled mom that I needed to go.

She immediately caught on, and to my surprise, asked Lisa to come too. "You might as well see what you're in for," she told Lisa, as we crammed into the bathroom. Mom undid my pants, and pulled them down. This time my embarrassment was too great, and I had no problem keeping it down. As soon as I was done, mom helped me up again, and pulled my pants up, giving me a wide birth as she stood.

We retired to the family room, where and mom put in a movie, while Lisa changed into her pajamas. My jaw about dropped when Lisa walked back into the room. She was wearing a spaghetti strip top, that left nothing to the imagination, as she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts sat perfectly on her chest, compressed slightly by her top. Under that, she had on short, very short, cut-off sweats. I could easily see half her ass cheeks.

I look at mom, but she doesn't seem to care, so I keep my mouth shut. I get the recliner to myself, as I take up so much room with my arms, mom lays out on the couch, and Lisa lays on her stomach, face propped on her hands. Her legs are bent up, blocking my view of her tiny ass. It dawns on me what I am thinking, and curse myself again for being a demented pervert.

My one major curse in life is my horniness. That was probably the best thing about Jenny. We screwed 7-10 times a week, and that was if it was a slow week. She could always count on me being ready, and I, her.

I guess she was just a little TOO ready, the other day. I shook my head, to try to forget about Jenny, and focused on the movie. It was some cheesy romance, but the main actress was hot, so it kept my attention.

That is, until a rather steamy sex scene came on, and the movement of Lisa dropping her legs, brought my attention to her. Her legs were spread, and she was slowly humping the floor. That wasn't even the most shocking part. She wasn't wearing any underwear! Any hope of keeping my cock down went out the window, as it sprang to full attention, hampered only by jeans. I glanced at mom to see if she noticed, and was surprised to see her watching her daughter hump the floor as well.

I even think I saw her lick her lips. I jumped up, and announced that I was too tired to stay up, and was going to bed. I had to get out of this room. "It's still early, Hunny. Are you sure?" I glanced at the clock, and it was barely 7:30, but I was sure.

"Let me tuck you in then. You will never do it with your arms like that. Tuck me in? I didn't want to get tucked in! I wanted to get off, thinking of something other than my mother or sister.

How would I do that if I was tucked in? Then I remembered that I wasn't going to be able to take care of it anyway, with my arms in these casts. Cursing silently, I went to my room, followed by mom.

"Let's get you undressed. I will tuck you in when you are ready." Now another problem reared its head. I was still rock hard, and I knew there was no chance of this monster going down, short of getting off, or going to sleep. "I think I can do it, Mom." I said, "I think I can just slither under the blankets." "Relax, will you?

I changed your diapers when you were a kid, and let's not forget I've already seen you twice today. Now hurry up, I'm missing the movie." Resigned to it, I let her take off my shirt, which wasn't easy, considering my arms, and I think that I am going to get some button up shirts tomorrow.

Mom seems to struggle for a moment with the zipper as it is under some extra pressure. She finally gets it, and as my pants hit my ankles I hear a gasped, "Oh!".

I look down between my arms, and see mom staring at my raging hard on, covered only by my boxers. "Maybe not so much like your father, after all." I hear her mutter, then looks up at me. A guilty look crosses her face, and she quickly shuttles me into bed. Giving me a quick peck to the cheek, she rushes from the room. I close my eyes, and try to sleep, but my mind keeps going over the events of the day.

From waking up in a hospital, My mom and sister having to take care of me, the first scene with my mom, then watching my innocent sister humping the floor in front of me. I tried to force the images from my mind, but try as I might, they kept coming back, like ninjas in the night. Cute, sexy ninjas, with auburn ponytails that bounced as they ran. Ripping their clothes off, and making me-- I woke with a moan, as I started to cum in my boxers.

I can't remember the last time I had a wet dream, but this one was powerful, leaving me short of breath. The light turns on, blinding my momentarily. "Everything alright, hunny?" Just what I need, I think. "Yeah, mom.

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I'm fine. Just a dream." "Do you want to talk about it?" Do I.? Hell no, I don't want to talk about it with my mom, and shift uncomfortably on the bed. I can feel my spooge move around. Can this night get any worse? Turning beet red, I say, "I need to get cleaned up." Thankfully mom understands immediately, and doesn't say a word as she walks into my room.

She pulls back the covers, and I wish I could hide the dark stain on the front of my underwear. As mom leans over to help me out of bed I realize for the first time what she is wearing. A loose camisole, and cotton white panties. I can see everything as she starts to help me up. Her nipples are big and hard, hanging slightly from her chest. I can see that she is slightly bigger than Lisa, and while not as firm, still terrific!

Stop! I screamed in my mind. I am not a pervert. I am not a pervert. I kept repeating to myself, trying to convince myself more than anything. Once on my feet, mom pulls my boxers down, and once again pauses. I don't dare look down, afraid of what I might see, and wanting to.

"I thought this was supposed to go away after one of those dreams." She emphasized the word those, and in confusion I did look down. I was still hard. Great! Dreams like that usually end up turning me on, more than relieving me, and now my mom was staring at my hardon, wearing next to nothing.

"Do you--" she stops to swallow, "Do you need me to take care of this?" She then seems to realize what she is wearing. "Or did I cause this?" As she asks, she touches the tip of my penis, and I can't stop the moan that escapes my lips.

I can't lie to my mom, not after her willingness to take care of such a broken kid. "Dreams don't usually take care of me, but seeing you like that made me worse." My voice cracks as I speak, and I can't bear to look at her.

Mom gets up and leaves the room, and I think I have ruined everything, until she returns with some tissues, lotion, and a tremulous smile. "Sit on the edge of the bed, and I'll see if the old hands still have any magic." "You're not old, mom!" I protest. She simply smiles as I sit down, and wraps her hand around my cock.

If her touch before was electric, it was burning fire now. "Just don't say anything to your sister, got it?" I simply nod, as that is all I can do. She squeezes some lotion onto the head of my cock, and it's coolness is an interesting juxtaposition to her hot hand. She starts to rotate her hand around the sensitive head, rubbing in the lotion, and making me moan loudly.

"Let me know before you. You know." she says, and waves the tissues. Again, all I can do is nod. Her hand starts to slide up and down my shaft. At first her grip is soft and light, teasing, but slowly grows stronger, till I am thankful for the lotion as lubricant.

It only takes a few minutes, before: "Mom, get ready. I'm about to. Yes, just like that!" Her hand does an odd rotation at the head, back down the shaft, slide up, and another rotation.

I have NEVER had a handjob like this, and despite my warning, my first shot arcs high, and lands on mom's cheek. She is able to catch the rest with the tissue. I fall back on the bed, exhausted despite not having done anything but sit there.

Mom throws the tissues in the trash, and comes back over to tuck me in. I can still see my cum on her cheek, and point it out to her. She smiles, and realizes she doesn't have the tissues anymore.

"Oh, well," and to my surprise she scoops it up with her finger and sucks it off. I am left speechless. "Hmm, I think we need to put less salt in your diet, and more fruits." I still don't know what to say, as she pulls the covers up to my arms, and kisses my forhead.

Sleep overtakes me, before I have any other thoughts. * * * The morning sunlight wakes me, and I can hear my sister getting ready in the kitchen. Events from the night before play over in my mind, and I decide I am going to try to get myself dressed.

I am able to pull some loose basketball shorts out of a drawer, and by setting the on the floor, putting my feet in, then laying on the bed, and using the edge of the bed, I slide them on. I struggle getting them around my waist, and finally give up, leaving them crooked, but on. Feeling overall triumphant, I walk out, to try and get some breakfast. Lisa enjoys feeding me, even making airplane and train noises at times.

It annoys me, but I know I am putting her out, so don't complain. As we finish eating, mom comes out of her room, thankfully wearing more that she was last night. "Morning, you two.

How did you sleep?" She acts like nothing happened, and I am grateful for it. As soon as Lisa leaves for school, mom turns to me. "Is everything alright?" When I only nod, she continues, "Look, son.

What happened last night shouldn't happen between mother and son, but when I said you were a lot like your father. Well, in some aspects you are, and in others, not so much." I am completely lost by what she is saying and just stare at her as if I understand, hoping she will stop.

It didn't work. "What I am trying to say is, it seems you got my drive, and a slightly better build than your father. He was a great man, but he never could keep up with me." I could feel my face burning, and she obviously noticed.

"Look. What I mean is, I understand what you are going through. Don't be embarrassed, and let me know if you need any. Help." "Yeah, okay, mom." I leave the room, trying not to run. Thankfully mom leaves me alone for awhile, before coming and asking if I wanted to go get some better shirts.

I agree, hoping that we can both put last night behind us. We drive in silence to the mall. We enter the first clothing store we see, but don't see any shirts that would work for my condition.

Nor in the second. But the third had a few worth trying on. Mom follows me to the dressing room, and the woman behind the counter pipes up, "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't let your girlfriend go back there with you. It is men only." I open my mouth to correct the associate, but my mom, winds her arm around my waist, and ducks under and into my arms. She has such a big smile on her face, I just laugh. "I can't get dressed on my own, with my arms like this," I say instead, and we are able to convince her to let us both go back.

Mom gets my shirt off me, and she is still smiling from ear to ear. "Did you hear her? She thinks I am young enough to be your girlfriend!" "Well, I DID say you weren't old, last night. Remember?" This seemed to please her even more, and she got on her toes, and gave me a quick kiss to my lips. I don't know who was more surprised by the gesture, and we quickly tried on the shirts, and got out.

We purchased a few more, but nothing else extraordinary happened, other than from time to time, mom would break out into a huge grin, and I could see her eyes twinkling.

It had been many years since I had seen her this happy, and I got an idea. "Are you hungry, Mom?" "Yeah, I guess I could eat. What are you in the mood for?" I pretended to think about what food joints this mall offered, before answering with the Japanese steakhouse. "Really? You want to go there?" "Well, I am on a date with my girlfriend, aren't I?" If the rest of the day went to pot, then it was worth it to see the smile that split my mother's face.

She truly did look young enough to be my girlfriend. We were seated at one of the grills where they cook the food in front of you, and everyone around us got a kick out of the chef successfully lobbing some meat into my mouth.

Mom helped me eat of course, and we both grinned as we heard someone mention what a cute couple we made. We made it home shortly before Lisa was scheduled to get home. I wasn't in the least bit bothered when I had to have Mom's help urinating. She asked if I needed any 'help' with anything, and I laughingly said we didn't have enough time, as was evidenced by my sister walking through the front door.

"Well, you two seem to be in a good mood," Lisa says, as she lays her book bag on the counter. we just laugh, and mom winks at me before going to get ready for work. Lisa went to her room to change out of her school clothes. She came out wearing some baggy, but obviously comfortable clothing. "Will you help me with some of my homework?" Lisa asks. "I'm having a hard time in math, and as I recall, that was your specialty." I am surprised that she is struggling in math, as I recall she was rather good in that department as well.

I quickly agree though, happy to do anything in return for the help they are giving my broken self. We both sit at the counter, and she starts to go over the problems she is having. Mom leaves for work, but not before giving us $20 and telling us to order pizza for dinner. We get back to work on the homework, when we come across a particularly tough problem. "I just don't get it. Every time I do it, it come out different than what is in the back of the book.

Here, you do it!" She shoves the book in front of my, and I wonder how she wants me to do anything with my arms like this, but I start working on it in my head, and mumbling as I thing. Lisa leans in to listen to me, and as I look at her, I realize I can see right down her baggy shirt. And she isn't wearing a bra again. I don't remember her being this free when I lived at home less than a year ago, and can only gulp as I note her hard pink nipples. "See! It is impossible!" Her words bring me back to what I am supposed to be thinking about, and I realize I have completely lost track of the problem.

I concentrate harder this time, ignoring her as she leans in again, and come up with the answer. It still doesn't match the end of the book. After going over it a third time, and coming up with the same answer all three times, I conclude that the book is wrong. "Oh, thank you, bit brother!" Lisa wraps her arms around my torso, and starts to hug me. I can feel her firm breasts through her loose shirt, and mine. "I don't think I could have done it without your help." "I'm sure you could have figured it out on your own!" I lightly chide her.

"You know I think you are at least as smart, if not smarter than me." "Really? You really think that?" She jumps up and down, and gives me another hug, that seems to linger just a little too long.

"I'm hungry. Let's order that pizza." She says, finally pulling away. I am once again hard, and it is because of my sister. It is about this point I realize I am going to hell, whether I try to or not.

As Lisa orders the pizza, I try to get my manhood back under mental control, and only manage to do so as she hangs up the phone. "They said it will be here in 30 minutes. I hope you don't mind, I ordered meat-lovers." "You know that is my favorite," I tease back. We both sit in the family room, me on the recliner again, and this time Lisa took the couch. Thank goodness, I thought, unsure if I could handle another night like last night. Images of Lisa grinding her crotch against the floor surfaced in my mind, and I had to fight for control again.

This was going to be a long few months, till I could be on my own again. The doorbell rang, and Lisa paid the deliveryman, bringing the pizza and breadsticks into the kitchen.

As we sat and ate, I noticed that Lisa was eating the breadsticks a little odd. She would put one in her mouth like she was going to take a big bite, then slowly slide it out, running her lips along it, before taking a much smaller bite. It didn't take me long to see how erotic this was, and I had to stop watching. I couldn't figure out why I was so sick and perverted lately. There must be something seriously wrong with me.

I was just glad that Lisa fed me normally. After dinner, I had to go, and was shy about telling Lisa. She just smiled though, and followed me to the bathroom. When she pulled down my shorts, she stopped and stared for a moment, before standing back up with a huge grin, saying, "There you go." I sat down and luckily fit within the rim of the toilet. When I finished, Lisa had a wad of tissue in her hand. "What is that for?" I asked. "Don't you need to wipe?" I explained how men shook their penises, and usually didn't wipe, and she seemed disappointed, until she remembered that I still need to have my shorts pulled back up.

As she dropped down, she looked up at me, and again I could see everything down her shirt. "Can I touch it?" I was shocked, to say the least, by the request. "No, you can't touch it! You're my sister, and that would be wrong." My cock did twitch though at the thought of her slender fingers touching me, stroking it, till I-- NO!

Too late I realized I had just gotten hard mere inches from my sister. "Are you going to pull those up, or not?" I asked, more cross than I meant to be. She gave me a pouty look, but pulled up my shorts, and I am certain her fingers brushed me intentionally.

"Let's go watch a movie," she said, suddenly her chipper self again. Glad that she wasn't going to stay mad at me, I quickly agreed. As I headed to the recliner though, she told me we could share the couch. There was plenty of room, if she laid down, while I sat against the armrest. Unsure if it was a good idea or not, she had me seated before I even had a chance to argue.

She laid her head in my lap, and I was thankful it was closer to my knee, than my groin. I soon regretted agreeing to watch a movie, as it was one of those college movies, where there were a lot of tits in it.

The opening scene showed some blonde getting it on with the main character, and there was no stopping my erection. To make matters worse, Lisa decided to get more comfortable, and ended up resting her head directly against my hardened cock.

I sat in discomfort, worried about what she might say through the movie. At one particularly nude scene, where three naked girls were jumping on a trampoline, Lisa looks up at me, asking, "Do you think that is what college is like?" "No," I immediately answer.

Thankful for something to distract me from the flesh on the TV. "This is Hollywood. There are a lot of parties, and probably even a few orgies, but scenes like those in this movie are extremely rare." "Oh," was all she said, before turning back to the movie, but this time she put her hand under her head, and directly against my cock.

I couldn't stop a moan from escaping my mouth, much to my chagrin. Lisa looked back up at me, and I quickly explained that my arms were hurting again, and it was time for my next dose of pain killers. She jumped up, and ran to get my pills. Thankful for the respite, no matter how short, I tried sorting out my thoughts.

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She is my sister damn-it, and the only one I've got. It is wrong to feel this way about a family member. She would hate me forever, and rightly so, so taking advantage of her. No matter how hard I thought, though, my erection refused to diminish. I was in the same boat as last night. Lisa returned, bounding, and I could see her breasts bouncing under her shirt. "Anything else I can do for you?" She asked, her eyes twinkling, and I am sure that for a moment they dropped down to my crotch.

"No, thank you. This should do it." I quickly swallowed the pills as she put them in my mouth, and took the offered drink to wash it down. I almost spit it back out. "That's alcohol!" I accused. "Yeah. So?" was her intelligent and logical reply. "I heard you didn't sleep well last night, and I know alcohol helps with the pain, so I thought." She didn't finish the sentence, and I felt guilty for snapping at her, so quickly downed the rest.

This was only my second time drinking, ever, and she had poured a whole glass. I choked it down, and then gasped a "Thank you," and smiled, hoping to make her happy. She giggled, and ran the glass back to the kitchen.

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She seemed to be gone for awhile, and by the time she returned, I had a really good buzz going. What had she given me? I wondered, in a slight state of bliss. When she finally returned, I groaned. She was in a similar outfit as last night, but this time instead of cut-offs, it was a thong, and the top was basically see-thru.

"Are you ready for me to tuck you in?" She asked innocently, bouncing on her toes, which was doing wonders for her anatomy. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak right then. She giggled, and as she leaned forward, her barely covered breast brushed my hand, and I swear I heard her moan.

"Do you need to go pee, before you lie down?" Again her tone was innocent, and I agreed that i did indeed have to go. She guided me into the restroom, and quickly had my shorts around my ankles.

"It's all sticky at the end, and it is really big," she said, looking up at me past my bobbing cock. "That's because I have been turned on all night," I reply before I can think better of it. "Really? Did I do that?" Somehow her innocence makes me angry, and I glare at her. "Yes, you did that to me, and I am likely to hurt tonight, because of it." I sat down, a little harder than I meant to, and somehow bent over far enough to get it into the toilet.

Try as I might though, I just could pee with a hardon. "Great, just great!" I mutter. "Big brother, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would make you hurt. I just found it fun that someone thought I was sexy enough to get hard over.

I really am sorry. As soon as you are done, I will leave you alone. I promise." I could see tears welling up in her eyes, and once again, I felt like a heel. "I can't go pee, Lisa. It is nearly impossible for a man to go pee with a hardon." I try to make my tone tender, but the tears, overflow, and I stand up, to try and comfort her, only I can't wrap my arms around her, and instead I end up merely pressing my mostly naked body against her nearly naked one.

I feel her arms wrap around me though, as she cries against my chest. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," she kept repeating. It took me a couple tries, but when I finally had her attention, she looked up at me. Her eyes were liquid pools of blue, and I don't know what possessed me, but I leaned forward a little, and kissed her. I don't know which of us was more surprised at first, but she quickly returned the kiss with ardor. I kicked off my shorts, and guided her out of the bathroom, and into my room.

When her legs bumped the bed, she fell over backwards, and noticed where she was. I could see fear in her eyes, quickly smothered by steely determination. She sat up, and took my cock in her hands, and began rubbing it slowly between both hands. I have never had a woman play with me like this before, and it felt different, but good. I moaned, to let her know she was doing good, and she smiled, and surprised me by wrapping her mouth around the head of my penis.

What she lacked in skill, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. If it weren't for the pain killers and alcohol, I have no doubt I would have been shooting my load deep down her throat. Remembering the poor way I had treated her a moment ago, I decided I wanted to return the favor.

My arms may be useless, but my mouth wasn't. "Lisa? Stop for a moment, please." She pulled her head back and looked up at me with worry. "What? Am I doing something wrong? I've never done this before." "No, little sister.

You are doing great. I just had another idea. Let me lie down on the bed, and then you can lie on top of me, and I can return the favor." I smiled at her lovingly, and was happy to see the smile returned. A small voice in the back of my head tried to tell me that is was wrong, but it shut up as she quickly stripped off her remaining clothing, and helped me to lay down.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was completely shaved. She straddled my face, but kept herself out of my reach. Looking down between us, she asked, "Do you like it brother? I just shaved it for you. I understand men like them shaved." "I do, indeed, sis," I smiled, and tried to lift my head to get a taste. She saw my movement, and finally lowered her small pussy to my waiting lips. A low moan escaped her body as I started to kiss her outer lips. I felt my cock engulfed in her mouth a moment later, and let out my own moan right into her pussy.

Her inner lips were small, and actually took me a moment to find with my tongue. This is so much easier with hands, I though, as I located her hole, and shoved my tongue as far as I could inside it. Her legs clamped around my head, when I finally decided to go for her clit. "That tickles," I heard her say, muffled by her legs.

I kept licking her clit, occasionally flicking it with my tongue, and when it came into reach as she rocked her hips, I would suck it in, and even let it catch on my teeth. Pretty soon she was squealing and moaning as she slurped and sucked on my cock. I knew I was getting close, so I pulled away just enough to warn her, then attacked her wet pussy with a vengeance. I was rewarded with a flow of her cum, as I began to go off deep in her throat.

I heard her gag, but couldn't stop if it meant my life. I seemed to cum for what felt like hours, but was likely only seconds. As I finally stopped spewing, Lisa got up, and spun herself around on top of me. I was still a little dazed, but it soon occurred to me what she was trying to do. "No, Lisa.


We can't. That would be incest, and it is absolutely wrong. Besides, I'm not hard anymore, and won't be for a bit." I tried to be stern, but kind. "Why not? Get it hard again." "It's not that simple. A man only cums once, then has to recover. Women are lucky enough to have multiple orgasms, but they pay for it in other ways." "You mean, we can try again tomorrow?" My mind was slowly clearing from the fog of drugs, lust, and alcohol, and guilt was beginning to set in.

"No. We can't do this again. It was wrong to even do this. We are likely going to hell for it. I am so sorry I took advantage of you, little sister. I hope that one day you can forgive me." Tears began to well up in my eyes at the horrible things I had just done with my sister.

"But. But, you didn't take advantage of ME. I took advantage of YOU!" Suddenly everything she had done since I had been home made sense. She had seduced me! And all the while, I had been afraid of what I was thinking of doing to her!

Then something she had said earlier flashed through my mind. "Wait. Are you a virgin?" She looked at me sheepishly for a moment, then said, "Yes.

And I want you to take my virginity!" "Absolutely not! Not only is that incest to the worst degree, but you should lose it to someone you truly love and want to be with." "Exactly! I love you, brother. Oh, I know we can't get married and all that, but who do you know that would be more gentle and loving than my own big brother?" "But it is incest!" I stubbornly clung to that argument.

"So! Do you love me?" I nodded, "And I love you. As long as you don't get me pregnant, we'll be fine." "I'll think about it," I finally relented and promised her.

In the meantime, mom is going to be home soon, and I need to get some sleep." Lisa was so excited that she kissed me deeply and passionately, pulling away after a moment, with a confused look on her face. "Your kisses taste different from before." I had to laugh. "You are tasting your own juices on my lips." I said. She licked her lips a few more times, then smiled. "I like it!"