Capítulo 1513: @2
thought about it, and it kinda made sense too me. "I guess so," I said. In the back of my mind I had been wondering how I was going to keep myself clean without showers or baths.
"We'll try it tonight before bed. You need your sheets washed after that gross sweat fest the other night. I'll do all the laundry and bedding this afternoon so you can be clean, in a clean pair of undies, and in a clean bed! Mom would never have let you spend one night in that bed or in your peed-on shorts. Not good nursing decisions on my part!" she said.
"Mandy, you're doing amazing, Mom would be super proud of you," I said. "I was way too tired coming home from the hospital to have let you washed my sheets before I slept in them."
"I was way too tired to wash them," Mandy said in honest agreement.
She loaded the washing machine and laid down on the opposite end of the couch from me. I Had my bare legs and feet wrapped in a blanket to keep me warm. One of Mandy's nursing school friends popped in to borrow a textbook or something. Mandy told her all about the night in the hospital and about my appendix drain.
"Oooh, can I see?" the friend said looking over at me.
"Sure!" Mandy answered for me.
They came over to me on the couch and Mandy looked at me, "Well go on, she's gonna be a nurse like me, she's just curious."
I let Mandy point to and explain everything like I was a show-and-tell prop. They both seemed absolutely fascinated. Mandy's friend wished me well and left. Mandy took her position back on the couch.
"Sorry about that, I knew Mona would want a look but I should have asked you first," she said.
"It's fine." I said.
"It's just that we spend our first two years in textbooks with no practical application or hands-on, real world learning. Seeing the nurses in action last night was awesome. Your Doctor saw me sitting outside your room and pointed out that there was a waiting room, but I wanted to stay where the action was. Watching them fly up and down the halls, in and out of the rooms. I could overhear a lot of conversations. Then to see what they did to you and send you home in my care with my little-kitty supply bag. It's like my first 'project'. You are going to laugh when I tell you this, but my class is going to be super jealous of my weekend," she said.
"That's pretty sad," I laughed. "But I get it."
"I appreciate you being so cool with me taking care of you. I know we shared a few awkward moments, but I'm glad we're past that now and you're not so shy. I can help take care of you this week and you're helping me just by being so cool and letting me get some experience," she said smiling.
"Great," I thought to myself. I had been secretly glad that Mom was away so I wouldn't get over-mothered through this. Instead I have a keener nurse-in-training-step-sister that wants to over-nurse me. How could I not let her care for me though? She seemed so excited about the whole thing.
"I can't wait to see what the home care visit is like," she said.
"Yeah, can't wait!" I laughed.
We got sucked into a cheesy rom-con on tv. Mandy's feet were cold so she tucked them under my blanket. She made a slight adjustment at one point and I could feel that one of her toes was just grazing the underside of my scrotum through my briefs. I am sure she didn't notice it. From my perspective it was an interesting feeling. The slightest unexpected wiggle of her toe was electrifying. At the same time, I knew if she flinched or made a sudden movement I would receive a kick in balls.Mandy reheated some lasagna for dinner which we ate from the couch. I got up to use the bathroom a few times and that was pretty much my entire day's worth of exercise.
"Let me know when you want to try your shower," she said.
"We can get it over with," I said, thinking I would be ready for bed soon.
"That's the attitude!" she said bouncing to her feet with more energy than I'd seen all day from her. "I'll get the supplies and meet you in the bathroom where I'll tape you up."
I got the water going and waited for her in my t-shirt and y-fronts. She came in and placed a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen and the roll of tape she bought on the counter. She left the room again and retuned with a bottle of foaming soap and one of those orange hand cloths that are worn like a glove. "This is what nurses use," she said. She left the room a third time and returned wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit.
"What is going on?" I said, watching her tie her hair back in one of those scrunchy elastic rings.
"I showered and washed my hair a few hours ago," she said. "I don't want to get it wet."
"And the bathing suit?"
"I'm coming in there with you," she said. "I wasn't joking when I said I have to wash your feet! You can't be bending over for soap and shampoo."
I guess I hadn't thought it through, and she was probably right.
"The shower is quick and efficient," Mandy said. "Bed baths are only for people who can't get out of bed."
If those were my only options I was going to shower. In my mind I knew she was probably going to have to help me get in and out, but I wasn't expecting her to get in with me.
She sat on the toilet in front of me with a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen. "I'll cut a big square of this and you can hold it over the area we need to keep dry. Then I'll tape like mad all around the outside and your drain should be water tight. Now take your shirt off," she said.
I pulled it off and threw it in the corner. Again I found myself looking down at Mandy's glorious boobs. Her first attempt at cutting off a piece of plastic wrap went as expected. It cut beautifully against the serrated edge of the carton until about the halfway point when it just ripped and we were left with a huge flap that folded in on itself sticking together rendering the whole piece useless. The next piece was cut better but was too big. I held the top in place and she taped across the seam. The bottom extended too far down. If she was going to tape it against my skin, I was going to have to lose my underwear at this point.
With me holding both corners down we didn't destroy another piece, Mandy pulled down my underwear and got them out of the way. She tore off some tape and applied it over my trimmed pubic hair. She ran her hand along the tape to press it through the hair to my skin, ensuring a good seal.
"Sorry," she said. "I'll remember to cut a smaller piece next time."
She taped down my sides and had a good look over her arts and crafts project, making sure the tape was well sealed. She caught sight of the healing tape rash on my penis that was dangling just below her eyeline.
"Does that hurt?" she said, extending a finger to point without touching.
"No, It's fine," I said. "Can we please get this over with?"
"Okay," she said. "Go ahead and rinse yourself."
I stepped into the warm water and had to admit it felt great. Mandy organized her soap and glove cloth on the side of the tub and stepped in behind me. I kept facing forward, trying my best to forget she was there. Showering with a hot girl was at the top of my fantasy list. I know that doesn't seem like to kinky a thing to try, but my sexual venues had thus far been confined to dorm rooms and the back seats of cars.
I let the water soak my hair and gave myself a good hand rinsing all over.
"Shampoo," Mandy called out, I heard the nearly empty bottle make that farty sound before her hands started working it into my scalp.
"Oh man, another turn-on," I thought. I loved having a girl run her fingers through my hair. Forget the ear lobe nibble thing, that felt weird, but playing with my hair, man I was into that.
She broke away for a moment and returned to my neck and shoulders with the soap covered hand glove.
"Turn around," she said.
I twisted my torso without moving my feet so I could face her without the 'full-frontal' show.
She laughed and slapped the glove right in my face before giving me the old hockey-style face wash with it. She soaped up and stuck the glove under my arms giving my pits a real good going over, which I actually appreciated. She then scrubbed her way down my back, doing my butt cheeks, legs and feet from behind.
She paused again for another soap squeeze before reaching around from behind to my chest. She peaked around, being careful to stay away from the tape line. Without warning I felt her soapy, glove-wrapped hand grab my genitals like she was cradling fruit on the vine. Her body was tight to mine. I could feel her boobs in that bathing suit pressing against the middle of my back. Her hand, slippery in the soapy-soft glove felt amazing. I made a mental note to find that glove for the next time I jerked off in the shower. From behind, she reached up through my thighs, scrubbing the intimate areas between my butt cheeks and my ball sack.
"Rinse," she said.
I stepped forward into the water and felt the warmth again. I rinsed the suds from my hair and used my hands to squeegee off the residue. Mandy's hands were doing the same on my back, this time without the glove. She pressed her body against mine again and reached around my waist. This time her hand stopped. She hadn't felt what she had been expecting to feel. Instead of squishy fruit to fondle, she found my raging boner. Her hand pulled away before moving to my hips and back around to my ass cheeks. She went down my legs and stood back up. I gave my cock and balls a quick splashing from the shower stream and turned off the water.
Mandy stepped out of the shower from behind me and grabbed a towel which she held open for me. I stepped over the edge of the tub and into the towel, catching her take a quick glance before wrapping it around me. She used another towel to dry my head and torso, taking her time. Obviously I could have dried my own head and torso but I think we both understood that this futile little exercise was meant to allow time to ease the state I was in under my towel.
She sat on the toilet and carefully uncovered my waist, thankfully finding me in a more relaxed state, although still quite alert. She gently patted me dry and had me step into a clean pair of boxers. She removed the taped up plastic wrap, thrilled to see that it had done its job magnificently. She clapped her hands, "I can't wait to tell them at school how well this worked out," she said.
"Wait, what?" I said.
"I texted a few of them to see if they thought this would work or not," she said.
"So your class knows you are showering with your brother?"
"Step-brother," she corrected me. "And yes, they know, get over it."
I sighed.After oversleeping, I awoke to a completely full drainage balloon. I knew I could probably change it myself, but Mandy would have been disappointed. I made my way down the hallway to Mandy's room to wake her up. She had left her door open, probably so she could hear me if I needed her. From her doorway I started gently calling her, "Mandy... Mandy...Mandy!" She was always a sound sleeper. I walked in towards the end of her bed to give her foot a shake. I noticed that she was only half covered by her comforter and as I walked around her bed I could see that her legs and butt were outside the covers. She was laying on her right side face down with her left leg pulled up slightly. She was wearing a light grey pair of loose boxer-type sleeping shorts that had wedged their way up her butt crack in the chaos of her sleep. It was a view of my step-sister that I had never had.
I gave my head a shake and flipped the covers over her legs before grabbing her toe and giving it a shake. "Mandy!" I said.
"What?" she asked, getting her faculties together.
My balloon thingy is completely full, we slept in and forgot to change it.
"Okay," she said, stretching her arms above her head. "Just give me a minute and I'll come and take care of it."
I heard her get up and go to the bathroom. I short while later I heard the toilet flush and she came in to my room in her night coat.
"Jeeze, you weren't kidding," she said looking at the pouch of puss that was resting on my belly. She got the kit of supplies out, disconnected me and got the new balloon all hooked up.
It was an otherwise normal Sunday. We hung out, watched football, called Mom, and ate fish tacos. After dinner we curled up on the couch.
"Home care is coming in the morning," she reminded me.
"Right," I said.
"You'll let me watch right?" Mandy asked.
"Yeah, I guess it will be fine. I imagine she's just going to change the pouch and make sure everything is working properly," I said.
"And what makes you so sure the nurse will be a 'she'?" Mandy questioned.
"Uh," I stammered. "I guess you got me there," I laughed.
"It probably will be though," Mandy said. "Nursing school is like 80% women."
"Wow," I said. "If I had known that stat I would have tried to get into nursing school," I joked.
Mandy gave me a punch in the arm, "You still wouldn't get laid!" she laughed.
"Guess the competition for single guys in school is pretty fierce then?" I asked.
"Yeah," Mandy said sounding disappointed. "It is no sausage fest, that's for sure!"
After doing some quick math in my head I said, "I guess the Doctors must have a bevy of single young nurses to work with when you all finally graduate to the hospitals?"
"I think you are probably right," she said. "It's kinda strange. I am in college, but not really dating because of the ratio factor and also the study time factor. Not really getting the whole party experience that the movies portray."
"You seem to be going out a lot more now on the weekends though?" I quizzed.
"Yeah, but it's just out for drinks with the girls from school. To be honest with you, that's another reason I appreciate this opportunity to take care of you. I'm getting some experience with different anatomy," she said, letting her statement linger.
"Oh..." I said somewhat taken back by the honesty. I wasn't sure how experienced Mandy had been with guys, but I wasn't expecting her to tell me. No twenty year old guy would ever openly admit to such a thing. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound so shocked, I just assumed you had been with..."
"Nope!" she cut me off. "Matt and I had our hand down each other's pants once but that was as far as that went before I broke up with him."
"Glad to hear it," I said. "That guy was a loser."
"Yeah," Mandy agreed.
After a bit of an awkward silence, I let Mandy know I was heading for bed.
"Do you need anything?" she asked.
"Nah, I'm fine for tonight." I said. "Probably try a shower again tomorrow, if you're around?"
"I don't have class until the afternoon," she said.
"Cool," I said.
I took my pills and hit the bed.
Mandy woke me up the next morning shortly after 8am. "Hey, the nurse should be here soon. You better get yourself together," she said.
I got up and went to the washroom, brushed my teeth and gave my armpits a quick scrub by the sink. In the back of my mind I was hoping that Kelly might be the one paying me a visit. Mandy had said that the home care nurses are a private company, separate from the hospital staff, so seeing Kelly this morning was unlikely.
The door bell rang and I heard Mandy greet and invite the nurse into the house. "He's in here," she said.
Mandy was followed into the room by a tall, middle-aged black nurse. "Hello Marcus," she said with a thick Caribbean accent. "My name is Janet, I'm here for your home care visit."
"Hello Janet," I said.
Janet began emptying some supplies from a small duffle.
"Where do you want to set up?" I asked.
"Stay comfortable," she said. "Right here will be fine."
"Is there anything I can get you?" Mandy asked Janet.
"A pitcher of warm water, please," she replied.
Mandy nodded and left the room. Janet took what looked to be a pricing gun from her bag and held it up to my forehead until it beeped. "No fever," she said with a smile. She took a blood pressure cuff and slipped it over my left arm and asked, "How have you been feeling?"
"Fine," I said. "No pain, no trouble eating."
"That's good," she said making a few notes on her clipboard.
Mandy returned with the pitcher of water and sat on the bed to my right, making sure she had a good view of the action. Janet looked at her and looked back at me. "Is this you girlfriend?" she asked.
"My sister," I answered, understanding what Janet was getting at. "It's okay, she is studying to be a nurse and I am fine with her being here for this."
"Okay," was all Janet said. She tucked a stethoscope under the arm cuff and pumped the ball inflating it tightly. She then released the pressure slowly. She undid the cuff and packed it away, recording the results on her clipboard.
"Let's take a look under here," she said raising my shirt slightly.
The balloon bag was only about three quarters full. The volume of output had slowed down as the Doctor had said. Janet popped the balloon off and replaced it. Mandy told her that the output was slowing, which was good, since the nurse only had the smaller size with her. She gently lifted an edge of the bandage covering the tube's entry point into my abdomen. She called Mandy over to her side of the bed to let her have a good look. Mandy seemed delighted that the Nurse was willing to let her shadow her a bit.
"Looks fine," Janet said. "Just make sure you keep it dry."
"Got it," I said.
Janet made a couple more notes on her clipboard and I turned down my shirt, expecting the visit to be over.
"I have to check your penis," she said, referring to her notes.
"The rash is almost gone," I said. "The cream is working well."
Apparently my word wasn't good enough. Janet was a formidable nurse. It made sense that she was suited for home care. Going into patients homes alone would be difficult for a Nurse like Kelly, and even Mandy. Janet would be able to pickup a fallen patient or help them to their feet with ease if she needed to. She also had some authority in her tone, which I am sure served her well with older, stubborn patients who resented having to be cared for. Without a word, she grabbed a hold of my waistband and pulled my underwear down, all the way down, past my ankles, and off my feet.
I looked at Mandy who looked back at me wide-eyed.
Janet gloved up and returned to me, taking a hold of my penis, lifting it and turning it in her hand.
"Yes," she said. "Probably a few more treatments and you'll be fine."
She emptied a small packet of bath salts into the pitcher of water and squeezed a bit of anti-bacterial soap in as well. She took a small sponge, soaked it, wrung it out, and gently wiped my face with it. It was a strange feeling. The sponge wasn't wet enough for me to even drip onto my bed sheets, yet it did feel soothing and cleansing.
"It just opens the pores and cleans away any germs," she said to Mandy.
She wiped my arms, neck, and chest before moving down to my legs. Mandy hovered closely over her shoulder watching the process closely. She wrung out the sponge again before wiping down my limp dick and balls. She gently wiped across the whole surface of my penis before dropping it against my belly and wiping my sack. She pulled on it slightly before wiping.
"You have to stretch it out to clean between the folds," she explained to Mandy who was looking on with fascination.
"On your side," she said.
I turned onto my left side and she washed my back down to my butt cheeks.
"Lift you leg slightly," she instructed.
I lifted my left leg and she worked the sponge in between my butt crack, cleaning my ass. I was not enjoying this. Nurse or not, Janet and Mandy were getting a close up view of parts and angles I would rather not share.
"Okay," she said. "You can roll back over."
She popped open a small tube of cream and applied it liberally to the tape rash on my thighs and limp penis. Mandy brought over a pair of clean boxers for me and helped me into them. Janet packed up and said goodbye. She said someone would be by on Wednesday, but wasn't sure if it would be her or not. Mandy saw her out the door before returning to me.
"How ya feeling about that?" she asked.
"Mortified," I said.
"I was not expecting her to give you a sponge bath," she said.
"Some bath," I said. "I feel dirtier now then before."
Mandy laughed. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad."
"Wait until some stranger wipes out your folds," I said.
"Well, I'm glad I was here to experience it, she was great about giving me some pointers," Mandy said.
"Yeah, you were like a tourist," I joked.
"Yeah, a tourist exploring a cave," she said, bursting into laughter. I couldn't help but laugh with her.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Mandy went to her afternoon classes while I lounged around the house. Boredom was setting in and I was getting a bit stir crazy.mThe Hospital called and scheduled my follow-up appointment for Friday afternoon. "Great," I thought, "maybe they'll take this thing out of me and I'll be able to enjoy the weekend."
I treated Mandy to some Chinese Takeout for dinner. I'd hoped we'd be able to hang out and watch a movie or something that evening but Mandy had a lot of homework to do. She mentioned that she had morning classes on Tuesdays so she would be waking me up early for the morning changeover. "Okay," I said a little disappointed at the prospect of being alone for another day.
As promised, Mandy's nursing duties started early the next morning. She was fully dressed and ready for school, so I decided to go back to sleep after she left my room.
When I finally did wander into the kitchen around 10am I noticed a note saying she was going to hit the gym after class. I pulled out my phone and texted her, "Hey, what's your timing for the gym? I would love to get in a light workout, even if it's just on the bike."
She texted me back a short while later, "Sounds like a terrible idea, but I guess you need to get outta the house for a bit. I'll be there at 3."
"Okay," I thought. "How am I gonna do this?"
After some help from the fine folks on reddit, I pulled an old wire coat hanger from my closet and straightened out the triangle to form a hook with a long handle. I threw my gym shorts on the floor and got my toes into the leg holes before hooking the crotch area and hoisting them up until I could reach them. Such a simple thing, but I have never been so proud of myself for getting dressed. I tried to do the same with socks, but gave up and decided socks were for losers. I put my running shoes in my backpack and slipped into my crocs. Mandy could help me with my shoes when I met up with her.
Our neighbourhood gym was far from the glamorous hard-body places on TV commercials. It was connected to an apartment complex that catered to seniors and only offered family membership plans to non-residents. Still, for a fair price, it had everything you'd want without all the instagram posers and roid-rage you find at the big chains. I parked myself on a bench against the wall to wait for my sister.
Mandy bounced in wearing jeans and a hoodie. She looked around, caught sight of me and waved. She started making her way over to me but was cut off by one of the attendants who looked like he wanted to small talk. At the same time a couple of sixty-something men walked by and waved to her. "She's popular here," I thought to myself. We were all on different schedules, so it was rare that Mom, Mandy and I were ever here at the same time.
"Hey," she said when she finally made it over to me.
"How was school?" I asked.
"Fine, everything good with you? I was wondering on the walk over if I would find you here in your underwear," she laughed.
"Ahhh, yes, I used a coat hanger," I explained.
"So I have been replaced by a coat hanger," Mandy said.
"Not entirely," I said, handing her my shoes. She bent down and slipped my shoes on and tied the laces for me.
"Okay, I need to change, be out shortly," she said heading down towards the hallway.
I very carefully hoisted myself onto one of the exercise bikes in the middle of the room and started peddling at a slow, light resistance. "Just get some cardio," I said to myself.
Mandy popped around the corner catching the attention of everyone in the room. She was wearing tight leggings that accentuated the curves of her legs, hips and ass. A tight fitting sports bra was all she had on for a top, squeezing and lifting her perfect boobs together. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. The loud chatter of the older, hard-of-hearing folks, was silenced to the point that for the first time I could actually recognize the music that was playing.
She saw me on the bike and gave me a 'thumbs-up' approval of my choice before getting on a treadmill facing me. It wasn't long before the bikes beside me were occupied by men who clearly were there for the view. Mandy popped her earbuds in and started to run. Her breasts, bouncing in time with her pace was mesmerizing.
Before this week I would probably not have taken much notice. The awkward circumstances that we had gone through together the last few days had brought us closer together, and in unexpected ways. The 'boy talk' we had shared the night before was not something I had ever expected to chat with my step-sister about. Just referring to her as my 'step' sister was also something new. She was always my 'sister' but somehow adding the 'step' to the title felt important, and less creepy now.
After a few minutes she was glistening, with beads of perspiration on the top of her bouncing, heaving cleavage and on her exposed midriff. "Damn," I thought.
She got off her machine before I did and walked over to me. I noticed as she strolled across the floor all eyes followed her, including the women's. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, you almost done?" she asked.
"Whenever you're ready," I said.
She turned and headed back for the locker room. Her sweat soaked leggings looked like they had been painted on to her. As soon as she had rounded the corner a noticeable murmer went through the patrons, no doubt commenting to each other on the show they had just received.
Mandy was back out of the locker room in short order, with her hoodie on but still wearing the leggings. "Forgot my flip-flops," she said, "not gonna shower in there without them."
"You can wear my crocs if you want?" I said.
"That would be even grosser!" she laughed. "I'll just shower at home."
She helped me off the bike and we headed out the door, beginning the short walk home.
"You know you put on quite a show in there for those old farts," I said.
"What do you mean?" she said, sounding like she honestly had no idea what I was talking about.
"Oh come on," I said, "you mean you didn't notice all the eyeballs ogling you while you bounced around on the treadmill?"
"I didn't actually, but I guess in that crowd I might stand out a bit," she chuckled.
"In any crowd," I said.
We got in the door and she dropped her backpack on the floor and pulled her hoodie over her head revealing that she was still wearing the sports bra I had grown fond of. "You shower first," she said. "I won't have to change twice that way." Not entirely understanding I agreed and collected some clean clothes before heading into the washroom. She joined me not long after with the carton of plastic wrap and the roll of medical tape to protect my drainage tube and bandage from getting wet. She closed the toilet seat lid and took a seat in front of me. I took off my shirt, catching a whiff of myself doing so and realizing how badly I needed this shower.
As Mandy prepared my shower coverings on her lap I was treated to an incredible view down the front of her sports bra. Her perfect tits were begging to be freed from their tight confines.
Mandy ripped off a square section of plastic wrap and stuck it like a window over my bandage and drainage port. "Hold this," she said, letting me take over as she readied the tape. She tore off a long strip with her teeth and plastered it onto my ribs, sealing the plastic to me. She then pulled down by boxers freeing my engorged dick from its burden. The view of her breasts had got me going and there was no hiding or stopping it. Mandy unwittingly stopped what she was doing to stare intently as my dick twitched slightly in front of her. Seemingly with every beat of my heart it stretched out, first pointing directly into her eyes. It was so close to her face that she went cross-eyed as she watched in amazement the slow rise to forty-five degrees. I was rock hard.
Mandy looked up into my eyes for the first time with a look of bewilderment. I tried to smile back at her with a shrug of my shoulders as if to say, "sorry, can't help it," but she did not react. I could not gauge her feeling at all by her expression.
She turned her head sideways slightly and leaned towards me to get the side view perspective. My dick was as big and hard as it has ever been, and continued to twitch as though my blood was searching for more flesh to try and fill.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"It throbs a little when it's this hard," I replied honestly.
"You seem to get aroused by being exposed," she said.
"You think?" I asked laughing.
"But you didn't get like this when Janet gave you the sponge bath?" she pointed out.
"That was very clinical, and there are other factors at play here," I said pointing to her boobs.
Mandy gave me a slight look of shock and rolled her shoulders forward in reaction to my gesture. She sighed and relaxed again. "I guess that's fair," she said. "I have been thinking a lot about this thing the past few days."
Mandy tried to gather her thoughts and get back to the task at hand. With my dick pointing at the ceiling, against the belly she was trying to tape plastic wrap to, this was going to be tricky. "Can you hold it down so I can tape the plastic?" she asked.
I used my thumb to push it down which brought my dick even closer to her face, in line with her lips. I could feel her breath against the sensitive head. She tore off another strip of tape and awkwardly tried to get it aligned over the bottom of the tape window with my hand holding my dick in the way. The tape caught a hold of the middle of the plastic wrap window as she tried to place it, and she ended up with the cling-wrap clinging to everything but my skin. She tore the whole window off and decided to try again.
"Maybe we should give it a few minutes?" she suggested looking at my raging hard-on."Hmm," I said giving myself a little squeeze. "If you give me a few minutes alone, I can probably get it to relax?"
I could tell from the look on Mandy's face she understood what I was getting at.
"Okay," she said quietly taking the hint.
She got up and left the bathroom, leaving the door open. Mandy had been right. This boner wasn't just from seeing some cleavage. I had started to really enjoy watching her reaction to seeing me naked. And those weren't just boobs, they were Mandy's boobs. I made a conscious decision to not close the door. She was probably in her room waiting for me to tell her the coast was clear. Maybe she was turned on too and was rubbing herself while she waited, or, maybe she had left the door open on purpose so she could try to peak in on me.
I lifted the lid of the toilet and grabbed a hold of myself. It was a shock even to myself how rigid I was. I could have blown my load in a matter of seconds but this fantasy had been playing itself out so perfectly that I wanted it to last. I started slowly running my palm and fingers over the crown of my dick. My head went back as the need to touch myself had finally been lifted. I gently stroked myself while reaching down to nuzzle my balls with my other hand. I heard a creak in the floorboards and turned to see Mandy leaning in the door frame with one hand clenched in a fist to her side while the other was lightly cradling her bra covered breast with fingers flittering over the nipple. Her gaze left my frenzied hand and we locked eyes, with no expression of shame, or guilt. She released her clenched fist and ran her fingers over the front crotch of her tight leggings sending a visible quiver through her body. It was all too much, I looked down and attempted to take aim at the bowl but as the first wave of pleasure took me I lurched forward onto the balls of my feet, shooting my first spurt into the lid of the toilet seat cover. It hit with an audible splatter. Wave after wave followed it before finally falling back onto my heels and letting go of myself in a pant.
I looked up at Mandy who had no words. Her chest was heaving as though she was panting. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned myself and the seat lid off before flushing the evidence.
Mandy tuned on the sink and splashed some water into her face. She dried herself and took her seat on the toilet in front of me. "There, much better," she said looking at my still engorged, but much deflated dick. She casually tore a piece of cling wrap and started at her task again as if nothing had happened. Whether she was trying to be the 'professional' nurse or whether she was trying to pretend nothing had just happened, either way I was glad we were not speaking about it. Our relationship had taken a giant leap outside the box of what is 'normal' for siblings. Speaking about it would probably make it more awkward.
I was taped up and ready to get in the shower. Mandy placed the scrubbing glove and foaming soap on the edge of the tub. I turned the water on and got in the shower.
"Last time we did this you faced forward the whole time," she said. "I'm getting in there with you so just face forward again and we'll be fine."
"Right," I said, understanding but not processing, and still reeling from my little exhibition.
After a couple of minutes relaxing under the warm spray I heard the shower door open and close behind me. Her hand reached up over my head from behind, adjusting the shower head slightly. She seemed to be taking her time getting me soaped up. I didn't mind, the warm water felt great but I yearned for the feel of that soapy glove lathering me up.
"Here's some shampoo," she said. "You can wash your own hair, I'm sure."
I felt her dollop a palmful of shampoo onto my head and started to work it in with my fingers, a little disappointed, that I didn't get to feel her finger nails scrubbing my scalp. I heard her squeeze more shampoo out and I expected her to drop it on my head, but she didn't. Curious, I wiped the suds from eyes and peaked back. To my shock Mandy was completely naked. Her eyes were shut as she had gathered her long black hair onto her head and was working the shampoo through it with both her hands. The motion made her incredible boobs bounce slightly, as soapy water ran over them and off her nipples. My eyes followed the suds as they ran over her toned midriff and down her trimmed, plump pussy.
I turned back towards the front of the shower in a daze. "Oh my God," I thought. After a minute or so she reached over my shoulder with the foaming soap nozzle and said, "Here's some soap," delivering a blob of foam to my outstretched hand. I wanted to reach right for my cock, but got my faculties together and washed my face. I felt the soapy glove start to scrub my shoulders and back, working its way down to my butt cheeks before slipping in between for quick pass. She lathered up again and reached around soaping up my chest, arms and pits before soaping up again. I felt her body squeeze up against my back. The sensation of her slippery boobs and hard nipples against my soapy back was incredible. She felt so soft and warm. When her gloved hand reached for my groin she found me rock hard again. This time she didn't retract. She gripped me with the glove and gave me a squeeze and a few pumps under the pretence of washing me. I heard her giggle a bit. "I just read about refractory periods," she said. "Apparently nobody told your penis about them."
I was too caught up in the moment to respond to her. She lowered her hands and gave my balls a light scrub before reaching around with her other hand and pulling on my scrotal skin a bit. "Janet said we got to make sure we clean out the wrinkles," she laughed. She let go of my sack and washed my legs and feet. When she was down on her knees soaping up my toes I dared to take a quick glance back where I caught a glimpse of her perfectly heart-shaped bum as she leaned forward. She was perfect. She was my sister. Growing up together I had never recognized what a terrific body she had, nor was I supposed to. The switch had flipped this week. She was perfect.
She crawled backward and stood behind me again. We rinsed ourselves under the shower head and I heard the sound of the shower door opening and of her stepping out. After a minute or so I heard her say, "Okay, you can come out now."
I turned off the water and looked at Mandy. She was well towel wrapped to my disappointment. She helped me out but did not bother to wrap me in a towel this time. There was no point in hiding my boner anymore. She handed me a towel and I dried my hair, arms and chest. She grabbed another towel and took a familiar seat in front of me on the toilet. She went right for my hard dick, gently patting it dry, taking her time and obviously getting a good look and feel for it. "Do you mind?" she said looking up at me with outreached fingers.
"Go ahead," I said, not knowing exactly was about to happen but more than willing to let her do whatever she wanted.
She took my dick in her fingers and gave it a light squeeze. "It's hard and soft at the same time," she said to either me or to herself. She flipped it around in her hand having a close inspection, tracing her finger along the large vein I have along the top. She cupped my balls with her left hand hefting them like she getting a sense of their weight. She gently rolled one of my balls between her fingers. I flinched slightly when she squeezed a little too tight.
"Sorry," she said.
"It's okay," I laughed. "You have to be really gentle with those, not so much with this thing," I said pushing my boner down and letting it spring back to slap against my belly.
"It's pretty big," she said looking up at me with a smile.
"It's average," I said, "but thank you anyway."
Mandy let go of me and peeled the tape window off of my drain tube. She helped me into a clean pair of boxers before looking up at me.
"Thank you," she said. "I learned a whole lot today."
I felt like saying, "anytime" or "wait until your next lesson" but resisted, and I'm glad.
"You're welcome," I said.
She stood up and headed for her room in her towel. I hit my bed, mind racing. Dying to jerk off again.
"I'm gonna nap for a half-hour," I heard her say from down the hall. "I'll get up and make dinner in a bit."
"Nap eh? Sure sis," I thought pulling my dick out under my covers imagining my sister touching herself down the hall.
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