Slippery When Wet

I cocked my head and looked at her. "What?"

"If I can't see your face, and if you aren't looking at me, we can both just pretend it's somebody else," she explained softly.

I still wasn't following until she reached for the waistband of my shorts. Then my eyes shot open wide in disbelief. Was she seriously suggesting...? But before I over-thought it, I lifted my head so I could pull my pillow out from beneath me. I took one last look at her face before I plopped the pillow over my eyes. That brief glimpse of her face was etched in my mind, as if I had taken a snapshot so I could stare at my sister's face while the pillow blocked my vision.

I realized I had been mistaken earlier. Stacy wasn't blushing. Her face was flushed with arousal.

I did my best to lift my hips up off the bed when she pulled down my shorts. I let out an involuntary "Ow" into the pillow. It just wasn't comfortable to dig in my heels to push my hips up like that. Naturally, Stacy got concerned.

"Are you alright?" she asked. Her breath was so damned hot, flowing right onto the underside of my dick. It made me a little too aware how close my uncovered erection was to her mouth.

I lifted the pillow just an inch so my mouth was uncovered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that. It was just an uncomfortable angle. Oh!"

Even though I thought that was where this was headed, it was still a surprise to feel my sister's hand wrap around the base of my shaft. I thought about saying something, but shivered and pulled the pillow firmly over my face instead. It just felt really good the way she touched me and I knew she wanted to do this.

* * *

I guess I should explain about the side effects of the medications and surgery. Priapism is a serious medical condition and it requires immediate medical attention. If it isn't treated promptly, all kinds of severe long-term damage can result. It's also extremely painful, from what I understand. That wasn't what I had. I did not have a non-stop erection for a week—that would have been an entirely different story.

What I had was fluctuations in blood flow below my waist. Much of it was a result of blood thinners designed to keep me from getting blood clots around all the surgical sites. I was also on a cocktail of steroids that had my hormones in a constant state of flux. At least by that time I was off of the heavy pain-killers. Still, as a side-effect, I got really impressive erections that weren't a result of sexual stimulation, and they would sometimes last for an hour or more before I would soften.

I did feel aroused as a result of my random hard-ons, but I had stopped masturbating every time I got one. It did give me relief and made the erection go away for a while, but it also left me feeling physically drained and a little light-headed. I had been trying to ignore the persistent erections and focus on my exercises instead. I didn't realize it had been an entire week until Stacy pointed it out.

It wasn't just my dick that was grotesquely swollen after all this time. My balls were extremely full and tender. I became aware of it when Stacy reached down and gave them a gentle squeeze.

* * *

"Are you alright?" she asked again.

I had shuddered when her fingers fondled my overly sensitive scrotum.

"I'm just...really tender," I replied into the pillow.

"Okay," she said softly.

I barely heard her pumping the slick lubricant out of the bottle, but I felt it right away. It wasn't nearly as chilly as I had expected, and it felt incredible after just a few seconds. My sister has amazing hands. Soft, squishy noises accompanied the movement of her fingers as she gently worked me over. I felt her shift her body between my legs and her knees pressed against the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs wider to give her more room.

I shivered again when I heard and felt her groan right onto the head of my cock.

I lifted the pillow and panted, "What's wrong?" but I could see her staring at the glistening drop of pre-cum that was sitting on top of the swollen head of my dick.

Her mouth was visibly watering and she had to swallow before she could reply, "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

I watched her lean forward that last two inches, and then watched my sister lick the tip of my cock hungrily. It was too much, and then I watched my dick explode and paint her face with streams of thick cum. The first two shot straight into her mouth, and the shock on her face was obvious. I quickly pulled the pillow against my face to muffle the sounds coming out of my throat.

That was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. It felt like it went on and on for several minutes. When I heard my sister gulping as she swallowed my cum, it gave me a dirty thrill that I would not have expected. My entire body shook as she kept right on stroking me with both hands. Eventually I felt the need to pull the pillow from my face just so I could breathe fresh air.

As soon as I saw Stacy's face, I sucked in a shocked breath. "Oh, God, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed.

She was absolutely covered in my cum. Her face and neck had streams of the stuff covering almost every square inch of skin, and it had drenched her shirt as well. I couldn't help but notice her hard nipples straining against the saturated cloth. Several more streams were plastered to her hair. Our legs and my sheets had not escaped the deluge either.

It looked like I had sprayed a quart of the stuff all over my sister and my bed. Stacy blinked at me out of her left eye—her right eye was plastered shut—and then shook her head. "I'm okay," she managed in a hollow voice. "I just didn't expect...Jesus! That was a lot of cum."

She finally started moving, releasing my softening dick and sliding out of my bed. "I need to get cleaned up," she said as she walked away. "I'll come back and take care of you after."

I nodded, raising my head so I could put the pillow beneath it again. Then I looked down at my dick in disbelief. There was still semen drooling slowly out of the tip, pooling between my legs on the bed. I could scarcely believe I had managed to produce so much of the stuff, much less release it all at once like I had. I was certain that Stacy would be disgusted, and that she would never want to touch me again.

I was wrong, of course.

It took almost an hour to clean up that sticky mess. I felt bad about it and apologized twice. As soon as I said, "Geez, Stacy, I'm so sorry," that second time, her eyes finally cleared and she looked right into my eyes intently.

"That's enough," she said firmly. "Look, you apologized, and I accepted your apology, okay? You feel bad because you made a big mess. I get it. But what you need to understand is that this just proved you really needed it. I'll admit it caught me off-guard, but I don't feel bad about it. If anything, I feel like I finally did something to help you, and... Don't take this the wrong way, but I feel good about it right now. Understand?"

She never once raised her voice, but there was a quiet intensity about her that shook me a little. I had never seen my sister this way before, except maybe when she had delivered that stirring valedictory address. I nodded slowly to let her know that I understood.

"Good," she said, giving me a brief smile. "Now let's get you into the bathroom for your shower."

She had to help me into the wheelchair again, and this time I didn't have pants on. Embarrassingly, I got hard again when her breath wafted over my dick. She looked at it in disbelief for a second, then smiled and shook her head. When she saw me starting to apologize again, she gave me a stern look and shook her head. I nodded, and then we were on our way.

Stacy helped me out of my shirt and socks before she assisted me into the plastic chair in the shower. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Then she turned her back to give me privacy while I washed myself. After I was clean, she turned off the water and stepped in to dry me. I was embarrassed again, but managed not to say anything. I just couldn't quite manage to stop staring at her hard nipples the whole time.

When I was dressed, Stacy wheeled me back out to the living room. At her insistence, I watched television while she took all our cum-covered clothes and the bed linens out to the laundry. We forced ourselves to have normal-sounding conversation about the television programs and did not bring up what had happened in my bedroom or the shower afterwards.

* * *

The rest of the day was surprisingly normal. Our parents got home from work and we explained why I was in the wheelchair. Stacy told them I had my next physical therapy appointment the next afternoon, and they would examine my legs at that time. "No need to rush him to the hospital," she concluded. "If that had been the case, I would have just driven him there right away."

Our parents trusted her medical expertise and were relieved. We had a normal dinner as a family and watched television afterwards. Dad wheeled me into my bedroom that night, but I was able to climb into my bed without assistance. I had expected to lie awake thinking about what had happened with my sister that afternoon, but instead I fell asleep almost instantly.

As was usually the case, I woke up in the middle of the night. I had to use the bathroom, but I was able to use my crutches and get there myself. Afterwards, I took my meds and drank a lot of water. When I got back to bed, I was relieved that my legs no longer ached. Then I was asleep again.

In the morning it was a different story. I woke up before anyone else did and went to the bathroom again. Then I lay in my bed and couldn't stop thinking about my sister stroking my cock and taking my cum in her mouth and all over her face. I had been hard before those thoughts started, and only got harder as I stroked my dick and pictured Stacy playing with my boner.

Before I could reach orgasm I heard my parents come out of their bedroom. They often checked on me in the morning, so I pulled my shorts back up to cover my dick and sat up so my erection would be less obvious. Sure enough, they came to my bedroom door.

"Good morning," my mother said brightly. "Care for some breakfast?"

"Sounds good," I replied, giving her a big smile. I reached for my crutches, but she stopped me.

"You should use the wheelchair. It will make it easier for Stacy to take you out to the car later for your appointment."

I nodded, but I wasn't happy about it. Although it doesn't make any logical sense, it felt like a step backwards in my progress whenever I had to use the wheelchair. I slid into the wheelchair and rolled myself out to the dining room. Dad was making waffles for breakfast, and he shot me a grin when I rolled up to the table.

"How many do you want?" he asked.

"Seven," I replied with a grin.

It was a running joke with us, but I really did feel famished that morning. Then Stacy came out of her bedroom wearing a kimono that hugged her curves nicely. I felt like a pervert, checking out my own sister the way I did. It was honestly the first time I had looked at her like that, and I was shocked to realize just how incredibly sexy my own sister was. Oh, I had always known she was attractive. This was different. I was rock-hard after three seconds of staring at my sister's incredible body.

She was still sleepy enough that she didn't catch me ogling her body the way I did. By the time she reached the table, I was able to keep my eyes on her gorgeous face and give her a smile that didn't feel creepy. She smiled back and bent to kiss the top of my head. Then Mom brought out plates with waffles and scrambled eggs for us, and we ate breakfast as a family.

When we had been younger, this was how we had breakfast most school days. It had been a few years since our hectic schedules had allowed for it. Mom was actually the one who made the comment, and we all smiled as we recalled those pleasant family breakfasts. Minutes later, Mom and Dad were hurrying off to work.

Stacy and I took our time to enjoy a hearty breakfast, and then she cleared the table and loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. I rolled away from the table and out to the kitchen to get my daily medications. We had a chart on the front of the refrigerator to keep track of everything. Three doctors and a pharmacist had consulted on this thing to make sure I didn't have any dangerous interactions. That day I had my blood thinner, two steroid tablets and a hormone supplement that was supposed to help my bones and ligaments heal faster.

After washing down the pills with water, I rolled out to the living room to start one of my exercises. I stopped and turned the chair around when I heard Stacy clear her throat.

"I don't think that's a good idea today," she said carefully. "After what happened yesterday with your knees, I think we should hold off until after we get back from your PT appointment."

I nodded and chewed my lip. She was certainly right, but I didn't know what I was going to do for the next three hours. Once again I was frustrated, but I didn't want to take it out on her. "What do you think I should do?" I finally asked.

"I had an idea," she replied. "Just wait there in the living room for a bit. I promise, I won't take too long."

I nodded and watched her head down the hall. She opened and closed a door, and walked back past with a stack of towels. Then she went into her bedroom and emerged with that bottle in her hand. My eyes widened at that. She came out to the living room and spread out a big beach towel, then laid a second one on top of it.

"Lie down over here," she instructed.

I rolled the wheelchair over next to the towels and eased myself down onto the floor. I rolled into the middle of the towels and lay on my back. I looked up at my sister intently. She unfolded a bath towel and then re-folded it so that it was longer and thicker. Then she knelt next to me.

"Put this over your eyes," she said softly.

I swallowed heavily, but did it. Then she pulled my shorts down my legs and off of me again. I heard the rustling of her robe, and felt her straddle my thighs.

"This doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked with concern.

"No, it's fine," I replied.

She leaned over to grab the bottle and slathered the slippery lube all over my throbbing boner once again. She moaned a few times as her hands deftly worked me over. Three different times she held my shaft and slapped the head of my dick against her soft skin. I lasted about six or seven minutes, and managed to croak out a warning before I came that time. Her response was to moan and point my dick right at her.

I still came a lot, but nothing like the previous afternoon. When Stacy finally released my dick and got to her feet, I couldn't help but take a peek. Damn! She was only wearing a tiny pair of panties, and my thick cum coated her tits and belly. That brief glance made me think she had pointed my erupting cock directly at her left nipple. I managed to cover my eyes again without her seeing me.

I heard her call out from the bathroom door, "Okay, you can get dressed now. I'm going to take a quick shower."

When I sat up I was surprised to see there was not a drop of semen anywhere on my body. My dick was still slick from the lube, though. I used the bath towel to dry it off before slipping my shorts back up my legs. When my sister emerged from the bathroom, I was lounging on the couch watching the morning news. I looked over at her and gave her a smile.

"Thanks, Stacy. That was incredible."

"You're welcome," she replied. She smiled happily and came over to wrap her arm around my neck from behind, and she gave me another smooch on top of my head. Then she sighed and murmured, "I really enjoyed it too."

She went into her bedroom to change into shorts and a blouse. I noticed when she sat next to me that she was wearing a bra. Stacy had brought her laptop with her and I glanced over from time to time to see what she was doing. One of the things she had opened was a document that looked like some sort of textbook or research article.

"Is that for your summer class?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's all online, but there is a ton of reading for this course. The class itself doesn't start for another two weeks, but I'd like to have as much of this reading out of the way as possible before then." She looked up from the screen to my face. "Do you want me to get you something?"

"Nothing springs to mind," I replied, smiling at her again.

She went back to reading and I watched the television. Mostly. I couldn't help but notice her sexy legs in those shorts. Then I was thinking how those legs had just been spread over mine as she stroked my wet dick and her incredible tits had shaken above me as her hands worked me over.

"Oh, you're hard again," Stacy murmured, snapping me out of my pornographic daydream.

"Sorry," I murmured, covering my crotch with both hands. I looked at her face and grinned. "I can assure you, it wasn't the news getting me turned on."

She laughed at that. Then she glanced at the time on her computer. "Damn, it's only been an hour. I hoped it would keep you a little longer than that."

She looked like she was starting to get up, so I watched her closely. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, we've still got the towels laid out for you. I just figured it would be easy to take care of that for you now."

"Oh," I replied. I was at a loss what else I should say.

Stacy stood and looked down at me, licking her lips a little nervously. "Keith, it would probably be easier if you take off your shorts now, rather than me doing it when you're on your back."

I nodded and peeled my shorts down my legs and set them on the couch next to me. Even through her blouse and bra, my sister's hardening nipples were obvious as she looked at my renewed erection. I slid down to the floor and started dragging myself over to the towel.

"Not to sound like I'm complaining," I murmured, "but I don't expect you to do this for me every time I get hard. If you try to take care of it every time, you won't get anything else done."

She laughed nervously. "Oh really?" she asked. "How many times a day have you been getting these erections, anyway?"

I looked up at her face once I was situated on the towel. Her focus was still on my hard dick. "I think every hour or so," I replied honestly. "It's tough to say, since some of them last more than an hour."

She shivered and licked her lips, then finally brought her gaze back up to my face. "Oh," she replied. Then she looked down and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Since she hadn't told me to cover my eyes, I didn't. I watched my sister remove her blouse, then reach back and unfasten her bra. Her nipples were completely hard and made my mouth water. She unzipped her shorts and started to slide them down her legs when she suddenly realized I was watching her. Then she gasped and put her left arm across her nipples.

"I thought I told you to cover your eyes!" she gasped.

"I—you—" I stammered. Then I indicated the bath towel, crumpled up beside me. "I used that towel to clean the oil off of my dick after the last time," I finally managed to mutter. "I didn't want to put it on my face."

I could feel the heat on my face as I kept my eyes focused on Stacy's feet.

"Oh," she said softly. I continued to stare at her feet while she thought. It seemed like a very long moment before she said anything. Then her voice was so soft it was tough to hear her. "Just...please don't stare at me," she finally murmured.

I nodded and closed my eyes, dropping my head back onto the beach towels. I heard her sliding her shorts down her sexy legs and it was tough to keep my eyes closed.

"Um, Keith? Can you take off your shirt, too?"

I nodded and sat up, pulling my shirt up over my head. My eyes opened when I looked where I was setting my shirt over next to me. Then they widened when I saw Stacy. She was standing above me completely naked. I couldn't help it. My eyes were drawn to the hairless lips of her pussy and I had to swallow hard as my mouth flooded with saliva. Then I looked up at her face.