Slip in the Shower Version 02

All I heard was a thud. Faint and muffled, coming from upstairs. At first I barely registered the noise, but after a few seconds I began to wonder what it was. Sure, it was quiet, but my house was pretty sound-proof. For all I knew, that could be a pretty serious noise - maybe someone broke something.

By someone, of course, I meant my brother, Jamie. It was just me and him in the house, with dad away for the week. He'd always been kinda clumsy. He was two years younger than me, and had always been teased quite a bit for his clumsiness (as had I, in fact). He was a little shy, too, which didn't help it. Still, he was good-looking and athletic, and had always managed to make close friends in the right places.

I sighed, and pulled myself out of my seat, adjusting my panties inside my skirt as I did so. I wandered slowly to the door of the living room, and shouted upstairs. "You okay?"

There was no reply, but I could hear the noise of the shower, so I assumed he couldn't hear me. I walked up the flight of stairs. The bathroom door was closed, the light was on and the shower was running. He had to be in there. I pressed the side of my face to the door, and tried again. "You okay?"

After ten seconds of silence, I yelled a third time, as loud as I could. Still no reply. I swivelled my head and squinted my eyes through the frosted glass. There was no silhouette in the shower. I was just about to call upstairs, when I saw a silhouette lying face-down on the floor. It was definitely him. I yelled his name, but he didn't stir. I didn't know whether to enter - he'd be pretty mad if I walked in on him - but decided I had to. I slowly opened the door, and walked in.

The mirror was cracked on one side, and he was face-down on the floor, his towel partially draped over him, not moving. There was no blood, but it didn't take a genius to work out that he had slipped over getting out of the shower and smacked his head on the mirror. I ran over to him, and shook him gently. "Jamie?" I yelled. No reply.

I grabbed my mobile out of my pocket and dialled 911. I held for two rings, before someone picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My brother's slipped over and smashed his head on the mirror." My voice sounded surprisingly calm.

"Where do you live?" I gave her the address. "How is he?"

"He's unconscious."

"Is there any blood?"

"None."

"Right, we'll send an ambulance right away. In the mean time-"

"No!" I yelled. I couldn't afford an ambulance, and had no insurance to cover it. I told the woman so.

"Is he moving? Having any sort of seizure?"

I looked him over. "No, nothing," I swallowed.

"Have you checked his pulse?"

I put my fingers to his neck. It was warm, and I felt a steady pulse. "Yes, he has a pulse."

"Is there any risk of back injury?"

"No, he seems fine."

"Okay then, here's what I want you to do. Roll him over onto his side."

I got my hands under his shoulder and waist and rolled him over onto his side. As I did, the towel fell away. I paused. He was completely naked. His athleticism gave him a tight ass, and his dick hung at over five inches, not erect. I was captivated, staring at his crotch. I felt my nipples harden, and a faint wetness in my pussy.

"Have you done that?" I was snapped back into consciousness by the woman on the phone. "Yes, I'm here."

"Is he breathing? And has he vomited?" I checked his mouth, but there was no vomit there, and his chest was clearly heaving as he breathed.

"He's breathing, and there's no vomit."

"Okay, can you drive? Do you have a car?"

Out of shock, I nodded, before realising she couldn't see me. "Yes, I can drive."

"It sounds like he doesn't need an ambulance, but you have to keep me on the line and as soon as he's conscious you have to drive him to your nearest hospital. You got that?"

"Yes, that's fine. What do I do in the meantime?"

"Nothing, just stay calm and keep me on the line."

I sat back against the cupboards. I was in a state of shock, and I was genuinely worried, but I couldn't stop staring at his groin. His dick was like nothing I'd ever seen.

Suddenly, his breathing stopped. His chest no longer heaved. I went to check his pulse - it was faint, if there at all.

"He's stopped breathing, and his pulse has slowed right down!" I started to panic.

"Okay, calm down. This may be due to the head trauma, his body is going into shut-down. Are you absolutely sure you cannot afford an ambulance?"

"I have next to no money, I'm sure. What do I do?" Somehow, the mentioning of money calmed me down and allowed me to start thinking rationally.

"You're going to have to perform CPR and rescue breathing. Start with five pumps to the chest, using two hands. Next, cup your lips over his mouth and breath down it, to try to restart the breathing. You got that?"

"Yeah, got it." I stared at him. I slowly put two hands on his chest, very conscious of the feel of his muscles on my palms. I pumped, five times, before lowering my lips to his and breathing into his mouth. I withdrew, and began pumping again, but within one pump he spluttered a cough and his breathing resumed. My hands could feel his strengthened heart beat through his chest. With my left hand, I picked up the phone.

"All clear."

My gaze returned to his dick. My breathing was shallowed, my heart racing. This was wrong, so wrong! What if he woke up? Except he was out like a light, and would wake up slowly, at which point I could pretend it was all just looking after him. I lowered my left hand back down onto him, although this time I went a lower, cupping his dick. My right hand slipped down to join it.

The feeling of his dick in my hands was heavenly. I stroked it, slowly at first, savouring it. My arousal was raging, begging to be set free. I began to stroke harder, feeling it grow in my hands. Was he able to get a boner, while unconscious? Well, the mechanism was clearly independent from conscious thought. I felt his dick swell to full size, reaching what must have been at least ten inches long. The rock-hard head was large, and a deep shade of pink.

I grabbed the towel, bunched it up and used it to smother the phone lying on the floor, with the emergency services still on line. I bent over, slowly, and lowered my mouth onto his dick. Very carefully, nervously, I began to kiss the head. I lightly brushed my tongue over the tip, before going back and licking again, harder. I opened my mouth further and began slowly sucking on his massive cock, running my lips and tongue along the side. I pushed my face into his crotch, going as far as I could before I had to gag, using my tongue to lick up the under side of his shaft. I repeated this, increasing my vigour with each suck. I felt his dick twitch with unconscious pleasure.

As I ran my mouth and tongue over him, my hand went down and gently cupped his balls. Just knowing that my hand was playing with his balls drove me crazy with arousal. I dropped my other hand down and began slowly stroking my pussy through my skirt. Lifting up my skirt, I dug my hand under my panties and began playing with my clit. I moaned softly into his dick from the pleasure.

I couldn't believe this was happening. It was wrong, so wrong, especially with him in such a bad state, but I was dizzy with lust and excitement. I was sucking my little brother's cock! Just saying it in my head sent a rush of delirium running through my spine. I no longer gave any thought as to what would happen if he woke up - I was far gone from that level of rational thought.

After a few minutes of sucking, I couldn't take it any more. My body ached to be fucked. I grabbed him and roughly flipped him over onto his back. I climbed on top of him, spreading my legs apart. I expected some difficulty, but it seemed I had got him fully hard. I thrusted downwards, ramming his cock into me. The glorious, wet friction between dick and pussy sent electric sparks running through my body, and I moaned out loud. I held there, his dick imbedded deep within me, before starting to slowly rock up and down, easing his dick in and out of me. I had done this before with other guys, and my moans increased ecstatically when I felt the familiar, intense pleasure build up deep within me. Soon I was ramming myself onto him, slapping myself against his wet thighs and balls. I was wetter than I had ever been before.

Driven by my fervent arousal, I stuck my finger in my mouth, wet it, and reached down to my ass. My finger slid in smoothly; I had been fucked in the ass before. The hot-blooded stimulation that gave overtook me. I pulled myself off his cock, moaning as he left me, before sliding myself forwards on him. I positioned my ass over his cock and slowly pressed downwards. I was tight, but I managed to slide his cock into my ass. I let out a quiet, shaky moan as pleasure engulfed me. I began to rock up and down, easing his cock in and out of my ass. I closed my eyes as ecstasy engulfed me. I kept at a slow pace, building up a strong pleasure deep inside of me, feeling his cock explore every corner of my ass. My moans were fragmented and breathless.

As the deep, internal pleasure became more and more acute I began to get faster and faster, his dick thrusting into me and slamming my ass against his thighs. With each stroke I increased my speed, and fucked him harder too. I squeezed tightly on my left tit, which was bouncing up and down in time to my thrusts, and moaned out loud. My ass was clamped tightly around his dick, which was accessing pleasure spots that I didn't even know existed.

Suddenly, he let out a moan.

I would like to say that I froze in panic; certainly, my brain did, but maybe that's why I continued to thrust onto him as he slowly gained consciousness. I couldn't even begin to find words to say, but my moans were clearly not controlled by coherent thought, because they carried on with increased intensity. He was waking up slowly - or, he would have been had I not been thrusting him in and out of me. He gave a sudden gasp and his eyes bolted open, staring at me in confusion and panic.

"Kathy?? What the fuck??" His voice was high pitched and breathless. He realised what was going on, and tensed in shock, driving his dick deep into my ass. The increased pressure made him shudder with involuntary pleasure.

"I'm fucking you, that's what," I grunted, driving myself into her. "God you're hot."

I had no idea what brought that on - that was my pussy talking, and it didn't care much for my brother. I was about to stop, to pull out, to apologise, when he let out a tiny whisper.

"Yes".

This made me pause. I looked at him, in shock, his dick resting on the entrance to my ass. I stared deep into his eyes, and I saw the intense lust that I felt reflecting back at me. Arousal, as I had never felt it before, flooded through me.

I rammed his cock deep into my ass, and the volume of his scream of pleasure was matched only by my own. His hands shot up and grabbed my shoulders, squeezing tight and pulling me onto him. I held there for a second, before pulling up and slamming back down, his hands driving me onto him. I began to build up momentum, fucking him hard. Feverish pleasure coiled itself deep inside me, building up at the same rate. Jamie's whole body was flushed, lying there naked and willing. I squeezed hard with my ass and he groaned with pleasure.

He cried out as I fucked him. "Take me, big sis! Harder! Yes!" I could see he got intense excitement from calling me "big sis", and fuck, so did I.

Wanting to maximise my pleasure, I pulled him out of my ass and he was back in my pussy within seconds. His raging dick was heavenly inside my moist warm cunt, and I shuddered with pleasure. He began to stroke my clit with his fingers, my moans becoming more and more urgent. My clit spasmed with sensitivity, as it was overloaded with intense pleasure. I rammed down on him harder and harder, panting hard and moaning with delirium. I could feel an orgasm build up inside me, and judging by the sound of it he could too. His strokes on my clit had become vigorous rubbing, and I began to squeal with pleasure.

We seemed to climax at the same time. I gathered every last reserve of energy I had left and thrusted onto him as hard as I could, which was more than enough to push us both over the edge. It was released like a wave. Thick wads of cum pumped out of him and into me, and my pussy clenched hard. Our bodies shook against each other, my tits pressing into his chest. We both gave one final simultaneous moan, riding the orgasm on for about a minute before it began to die down.

He lay there, and my arms straddled either side of his head so that I was over him, his dick still inside of me. He looked up at me. He smiled, his eyes glazed over and he passed out on the bathroom floor.