All She Wanted

I slowly rubbed down the length of her lips, feeling the sensation on my cock head when I reached it with the rag as it stuck out between her lips, and then back up. As I reached the top of her lips, Jessie leaned her head back, almost laying it on my shoulder. I repeated this several times, slowly, before I allowed a finger to 'slip' from the cloth and allowed it to run up the length of her lips, and sliding across her clit before removing my hand.

"Ok, all done," I said, trying not to sound diss appointed.

"What!?", she quickly replied, in fact, sounding disappointed, before catching herself, "I mean, ok. Yea. Thanks."

Both of us severely sexually frustrated but trying to keep ourselves grounded, I backed away, my cock once against sliding across her labia before it left her thighs. Jessie visibly shuddered as it did. I almost came as I did, having to forcibly hold in my own orgasm for a minute or so until the feeling passed.

"Ok, I'll get out first and dry off and change, then I'll get you out. Just keep facing that way till I tell you."

"Mmhmm."

As I started to get out, I saw her turn her head over her shoulder, catching another glimpse of her naked brother.

"No peeking, remember," I said, and she snapped her head back forward.

"Can't ever tell anyone about THIS either...they wouldn't understand...", she said, sounding like she was smiling as she did.

I dried myself and threw on a pair of cotton shorts before telling her it was her turn. She said she was ready and I opened the curtain to her standing facing away. I helped her slowly back out, then gently dried her from head to toe, taking care of all her sensitive areas, before wrapping her hair in a towel. I retrieved one of the thong cut panties that she requested, saying she didn't want anything to cover her thigh, and slowly slid it up her legs, until it perfectly framed the mounds of her cheeks.

"Sports bra and t-shirt?" I asked.

"Just a tank top, please."

I grabbed the shirt and helped slide that over her arms and head, the short material stopping at her lower back and belly, before I escorted her to bed. I couldn't help but to keep glancing at her chest, eyeing her shapely breasts and continually hard nipples poking through, barely supported in the tank. She propped herself up on the pillows and stretched out her legs, her cheeks still blushing rosily. The hot water and steam must have done some good, as her swelling seems to have gone down a bit more transforming her more into the woman that I knew.

"Ok, let me get your nighttime meds ready and I need to wrap your burns again," I said, turning to leave for the kitchen.

I returned a few minutes later, gave her the oral medications with water, and then sat down on the edge of the bed near her legs. I started with her left hand, grabbing it gingerly as she absentmindedly watched some random rom-com on Netflix. I slowly rubbed the topical burn cream around before covering it with new gauze. I shifted my focus to her left thigh, squirting some of the cream on my hand. Anticipating the procedure, Jessie bent her left leg at the knee, spreading it outward to give me room to work on her inner thigh. It was hard not to stare as she spread her leg, revealing the thinner part of her bright blue thong covering her vulva, the lips prominently outlined by the material. My eyes flicked up towards her face, seeing that she was watching me out of the corner of her eyes. She quickly turned her eyes back to her movie, subtly biting her lip as she did. Oddly, the view was similar to one I had seen...occasionally when bringing a woman home, just before removing a set of strange panties and diving in. My cock remembered as well, swelling again making its way down the leg of my shorts.

I started spreading the cream on her inner thigh over the burn, coating it thoroughly with my fingertips. My eyes were unable to concentrate on their task, flitting back and forth from her thigh and her crotch, seeing a small but faint wet spot beginning to grow. We were both still being affected by this...situation, silent arousal heavy between us.

I cleared my throat as I finished, grabbing the gauze and wrapping it lightly around the trunk of her leg. As I stood, she lowered her head, asking me to remove the towel wrapped around her hair. I pulled it off, giving her hair another rub with the towel before taking it to the hamper with our clothes. I returned and flicked off the light.

"Good night, see ya in the morning?"

"You say as if I'm gonna get up and hobble out of here tonight..."

She pointed at the TV, indicating that she wanted it off. I powered it down and turned to leave the room.

"Can you sleep with me again?"

"Of course, if that's what you want," Jessie nodded sweetly as she shifted down in the bed to lay.

I crawled in bed beside her as she waved her arm for me to scoot closer. We lay there in silence as I draped my arm over her side and around her stomach, both replaying the intimate moment we had shared in the shower. After some time, she finally spoke,

"So...THAT was weird, huh?"

I huffed a short laugh, "I know right?"

"Thanks for taking care of me....you've been better to me in the last 48 hours or so than Eric was to me for the last few years....why did I ever marry him?" She asked to no one in particular, or maybe to herself.

"That's a good question...I never really liked him. Thought he was a jerk."

"He didn't like you either, probably because you're such opposites."

A small moment of silence settled in before I broke it, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you this whole time, I just thought you didn't want me interfering with your, ya know, married life and all that."

"No, it's fine. I mean, I wish you had been around more, but that was kinda my fault too. I pushed you away, sort of because he didn't like you, but I did the same to mom and dad. Maybe we both should have been better siblings to each other. But you're here now, when I really need you, and that counts for a lot."

"Yea, I'm here now," I leaned my head over and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Get some sleep."

She snuggled her body into the bed, back and forth, and further into my arm, pressing her butt into my hips and wiggling slightly. She pulled me close behind her and gently held my arm with hers across her torso.

A long silence settled in again. I thought she was asleep and I had just started to doze when she spoke again, "Did you know there were rumors about you, back in senior year of high school? And just after?"

Somewhat drowsily, I responded, "There's rumors about everyone in high school, Jessie."

"Well this one was, I guess, a good rumor about you. Almost got in a fight with one girl who wouldn't stop talking about it..." she slowly stroked the back of my hand with her fingertip as she spoke.

"You? Fighting? Yea right," I spoke into her hair as she lay in front of me.

"For real...this one chick was like, obsessed with you because of it."

"Ok, what was the rumor then?"

Jessie chuckled to herself, "Apparently I just found out it's not a rumor."

"And?"

"Remember Steph? That girl you dated senior year? She was your first, right? Like you lost your virginity to her?"

Still not seeing where this was going, I played along, "Yea, and? We broke up after prom."

"And...she went around and let slip that you were...well endowed. You know, down THERE," she poked her butt into my hips as she said this.

"Jeeze, Jessie, go to sleep..."

"I'm just saying man, I dunno why but it got me really mad people talking about you, I almost fought someone. She REALLY wanted to jump your bones so I told her to stay away from you."

"Gee thanks for the cockblock. Go to sleep."

"And now I know it wasn't a rumor after all! No wonder Steph was so broken up about you two, who wouldn't be, missing out on THAT."

"Jessie, stop, you're making me uncomfortable!"

She squeeze my hand with a couple of her good fingers, "I'm not trying to make fun of you, I promise. I'm just still a bit amazed is all...it's.... You've got a nice one is all. Didn't think they came in that size, in real life. Ya know, not a porn."

"Can we please stop complimenting each others genitalia and GO. TO. SLEEP? PLEASE?"

"Ok, ok, jeeze. Love you, good night."

"Night..."

Hearing her talk about me, about my cock had fully woken HIM up, as if he had his own set of ears, causing him to swell in my shorts between us. I really need to start wearing boxers under my shorts to bed.... Jessie wiggled her ass against me, feeling the rod between us before letting out a short "Hpmh", clearly pleased with herself.

Finally, we both passed out, enough for one day.

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The next day, Jessie had her first couple of follow up appointments. We had a visit to both an orthopedist for her fractures and ankle, as well as with her primary care to take a look at her other injuries, in particular her burns. The good news is that she didn't need to have any surgery and the fractures should heal fine after having been set internally and put in a cast, and her burns and other injuries were coming along nicely, no sign of infection. The bad news, for Jessie anyway, was that full healing of her right arm would take literally months, with the cast needing to remain in place for 6 to 12 weeks. She was pretty well frustrated, being right handed, meaning that once her left hand was able to be used without too much discomfort, she'd have to relearn how to do some things as a lefty for a little while. Hopefully she'd be able to start using her left hand by the end of next week, though she'd probably still need some assistance here and there. Only a few days out and much of her swelling had started to go down, particularly in her face. Other than some discolored spots, she finally looked like my sister again, although she looked like she had taken up MMA and recently lost a match, but still my sister. With many places being shut down or limited business due to the lockdowns, we went on back home, both already tired from spending much of the day in and out of doctors offices.

Once home, I checked in with my boss again, gave an update, and got a list of work items needing attention. I was told that once Jessie was capable of being left alone during the day, I'd be slotted into the originally made in-office rotation schedule, so probably by next week or the week after.

I got Jessie comfortable, this time on the couch and got ready to do some work on the computer for a few hours before she asked me to finally call our parents and let them know what was going on, while being tactful and leaving out some details - she didn't quite want them to know about her and Eric yet, telling me to just make something up about why she's staying with me. She didn't particularly want mom hopping on the first jet over here...neither did I. The conversation went as well as con be expected, lots of concern, lots of telling mom that she didn't need to come straight out here, letting the two of them talk for a bit while watching Jessie constantly trying to keep herself from crying and sounding strong, before we finally hung up. Literally took an hour. Moms will be moms. I made us a quick late lunch as they finished up the call, some sandwiches, with Jessie's cut up into small pieces she could pick up with two fingers using her left hand, before I finally sat down at my desk in the living room near the couch.

I worked for several hours, trying to stay focused, but able to see Jessie's reflection in my monitor. She had taken to being comfortable enough around me to lounge in just a pair of thong underwear I had helped her into last night and t-shirt with a sports bra. I suppose that's nothing after our shower the day before and me having to help her change clothes for the time being, which I was starting to get pretty good at. I couldn't help but constantly look at the space between her legs as her shirt would ride up, making no attempt to fix it, or not caring about it, though it was hard to see in the reflection. It was fairly difficult to concentrate on work with my cock in a constant state of arousal, begging to be set free from my shorts, but I did my best, glad my back was turned to her. I guess she was having her own issues of some sort as she did seem to have difficulty staying still on the couch, constantly squirming and readjusting herself. Thinking she was in pain, I asked her several times while I worked if she needed her medication, which she turned down each time, "Save it for when I go to sleep, it makes me drowsy," she said at one point.

Finally finishing up later in the evening, I made us some pasta, something she could eat holding a spoon now that she was at least able to use a couple of fingers while she used her pointer finger to slowly find a movie for us to watch as we ate. Of course, it would be a romance flick, not really my style, but I indulged her. It actually wasn't bad, although we spent much of the time picking apart the plot together and making fun, something our parents used to hate when we had movie nights as a family, our banter usually ruining the movie for everyone except us. It felt like old times.

Although, when the two romantic leads, the gruff hard-to-love single guy and independent work-a-holic woman finally got together, the inevitable passionate sex scene showed up. This shut us both up, and tension was stiff in the air, among other things. I had been rubbing her sprained ankle, set on my thigh as we watched. Feeling like a schoolboy, I had to shift myself as an uncomfortable erection poked it's way up and tented in my shorts. As I did, Jessie readjusted her foot, grazing the hard rod accidentally, and realizing what it was, quickly jerked her foot away. The accident left us both blushing, leaving us to finish the movie in silence as they went on to live happily ever after.

"Well...." I said, slapping my knees and standing up, my erection down enough, but not entirely, that I could comfortably walk, "It's almost 10, bed?"

"Shower, please," she batted her eyelashes, trying to look cute. Not trying, succeeding, although a bit over exaggerated.

"Alright, you feel comfortable doing it yourself? You're walking a bit better today," I asked, more for show, because I already knew, or hoped I knew the answer.

"No way! I need your hands," she said, the corners of her mouth forcing themselves to stifle a smile, and failing.

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As the shower ran and began to thicken the air with a warm fog, Jessie presented herself in front of the shower curtain as we did the night before, facing away from me. Arms in the air, ready to go. I lifted her shirt off and over, letting it fall. Next, I had to remove her sports bra, which would be a first. It was difficult enough getting it on this morning, not being able to help tuck and shift her mounds out of fear of touching 'too much.' I hooked my fingers under the sides of the bands on her rib cage, causing her to shudder. I lifted up and out as her breasts strained against the elastic but firm fabric before the cloth gave way with two pops, setting them free. Already beginning to get hard, my cock, and my brain wished we could have seen the sight from the front. Alas....

But at least we would be able to view her lovely backside again as I knelt down behind her. I slowly removed the thong from her hips and down over her healthy rear. As I brought them down her legs, taking care of her injuries, a hard to miss wet spot was visible in the crotch of the fabric. Not a lot, mind you, but enough. She was possibly anticipating this as much as I was, maybe more. My mind, and possibly hers as well, were becoming warped by our present circumstances. What was once taboo and inappropriate was becoming....quite normal. But we had to keep up barriers, even if only for show. To who? No one in particular, or maybe to each other.

We both made our way into the shower, my cock already hard, yet again, leading the way as I stepped up behind my sister. I had to remind her to face forward, which I did repeatedly, as if it had become a little game to her, stealing glances when she could.

The same permissions given as the previous night, I washed her hair, then body, back to front. I did, however, keep my distance this time. Not wanting to repeat the accidental closeness that brought our forbidden parts to rest against one another, I kept my pelvis away from her. Seemingly doing the opposite, Jessie found ways to constantly move in ways that brought my member into contact with her skin, mostly the sides of her plump ass cheeks. When needing to reach around to wash her front, not being able to avoid it, I grabbed my cock and maneuvered it straight up and pressed it between us. This had the effect of sandwiching it between my abdomen and the upper part of her ass crack, going up along her lower back a short ways. As I did this, she seemingly slumped her shoulders, as if disappointed compared to the previous night's position. As I washed, the slick friction of our bodies on my cock started to give me gradual building pleasure, so I started to limit my movements, although it must have been evident in my breathing.

I say must have, because Jessie seemed to notice this, and we wordlessly developed our own little game of it. I would attempted to limit her movements as I lathered her front, and she in turn would continue to rub herself against me, slyly turning her head towards me each time. She knew what she was doing, and so did I. As much as I wanted to continue, I wasn't able to bring myself to allow her to do it, and so I countered her moves with those of my own, trying to limit the stimulation.

I continued washing, down her breasts, hardened nipples, stomach, then finally bringing the wash cloth to her pussy once again. Jessie tensed as I did, letting out a short sign of relief and then loosening up as I began manipulating the cloth around, through her folds. Slowly up and down I moved it, as she pushed her body back into me, attempting to move herself up and down opposite the movements of my hand, giving me pleasure as well. I was of two minds as I continued, needing the release for the buildup of the pleasure, but also hearing the little voice inside me yelling to stop, to not cross any more lines. Jessie moaned quietly to herself as the cloth swirled around her clit, itself engorged with pleasure.

I couldn't continue. I pulled my hand away as I backed off from her, my cock bobbing down as I did. I wanted more, she wanted more, but we couldn't. She slumped her shoulders down, clearly as disappointed as I was, neither of us saying anything. She looked back over her shoulder, not to look down at my rod, but staring into my eyes. Just staring at me as I stared back, the rain-like water sounding on the shower floor. She bit her lip and gave me a half smile before flitting her eyes quickly down at my crotch before I quickly covered my length with both hands, still feeling bashful. She winked before turning her head back forward.

I exited the shower as she rinsed, both of us clearly disappointed but afraid to do anything about it.

In bed, I rebandaged her hand, then moved to her thigh. As she made room for me to apply the burn cream and bandage by moving her leg, this time, she pulled both of her knees upward, spreading her legs and revealing her panty-covered pussy, the shapes of her anatomy readily apparent. Not wide enough to be obscene, but enough that I understood her message as she looked straight into my eyes. I paused for a moment as we drank up each others gaze, seemingly having a full conversation with our looks, loving, yet almost pained. I broke our gaze to return to my task, and upon seeing a small damp patch appearing on the crotch of her underwear, I looked back at her, still staring at me. I reached my hand upward and gently grazed the outside of her panty, following the line of her slit with the back of my index finger up until it disappeared, before looking back into her eyes. She furled her brows up, disappointed, but knowing that we couldn't. The knowledge didn't decrease either of our desires as she sighed, looked down as if I had completely rejected her. I hadn't, but who we are to each other had done that for us.