Note: the main character is a voyeur. There is some incest and anal in this story.
^^^March, 1953^^^
"I'm sick," I said in a quiet, weak voice.
I'd been feeling poorly. I was weak and achy. Funny, I felt better after I puked my guts out into the toilet.
I think it was because now I knew what was wrong with me. A virulent strain of the stomach flu had been making the rounds, and I had all the symptoms: fever, stomach ache, feeling exhausted, vomiting, etc...
I took the appropriate medicines, rested for three days, and the flu ran its course. I felt well enough to head home and visit the family.
^^^
"I'm sick," I said in a hushed voice.
I was filled with self-loathing. I was disgusted with myself.
Why? Because I was kneeling beside an unconscious woman, and I wasn't rending her aid. I was staring at parts of her that I shouldn't be seeing.
The young woman was sprawled out on her back on the floor. She was wearing a pink silky robe. It had a V-neck, batwing sleeves, and a belt which she had tied into a bow.
The robe was askew and not covering her as it should. One perky breast was exposed. The young woman's pink-tipped boob was firm and held its shape well, defying gravity.
The hem of her robe, which normally hit her mid-thigh, had flipped up, allowing me an unsolicited view of her panty-clad pussy. Thin, translucent, light blue underwear tightly hugged her junk. I could see everything because she'd trimmed her pubic hair. Her labia majora were thick, the gash pronounced, and the fabric dipped inside.
She had a distinct cameltoe.
I checked her eyes, confirmed they were closed, and returned to ogling her feminine flesh. Flesh that I was never meant to see. My eyes had no scruples; they looked. My penis had no conscious; I got an erection.
I felt queasy and was angry with myself. For God's sake! This was my sister!
Still, I couldn't stop myself from looking. Maybe it was part of my DNA. It certainly was my nature. I was a guy who liked to look...to spy on women, who are naked, disrobing, or engaging in sex.
I am a voyeur. No woman is off-limits to my proclivity. Not even family members.
l touched my sister's arm, shook her gently, and asked, "Eve, what are you doing on the floor?"
She peeked at me through slitted eyes and said breathily, "My head and butt hurt."
"What happened?"
She spoke slowly and deliberately. "I must have fainted. I've got a bad case of stomach flu. I feel like I've spent most of the last two days in the bathroom. I can't keep anything down.
"I stopped eating and drinking because it hurt so much when my body expelled whatever I ingested. I guess my electrolytes are off. I felt lightheaded, and the next thing I know, I found myself on the floor."
"Sis, I know how you feel. I had the stomach bug too. It kicked my ass. I was bone-tired, my belly hurt, and I know all about urgent trips to the bathroom. It took me days to get over it."
I slid a hand under a shoulder blade and lifted her to a sitting position.
She saw her panties, blushed, and pulled her robe down. She said, "I just put a bunch of panties in the washing machine. I've been going through them like crazy. All I had left was this old pair, and they're too small."
"Let me help you up."
"You should stay away from me. You could get what I've got."
"I'm not worried. I've had it. I was as miserable as you look. I should be immune." I chuckled.
I put my arm around her back and lifted her. Damn! She's a slim, fit woman, but it felt as if I was trying to lift a ton of bricks. I'm in good shape. I outweighed her by fifty pounds, but until she started to stand, I couldn't budge her.
"There you go. Nice and easy," I said.
She came up slowly. She leaned forward, her robe fell away from her chest, and I got a solid view of her braless boobs. I could only see the inner half of the near one, but I saw the whole enchilada of the far one.
It was full and round, and the nipple was pink and hard. Her breasts were tanned.
"Nice boobs, Sis," I said to myself as I checked out her chest. My actions and comments were instinctive... automatic as if being a jerk was hard-wired into my psyche.
Eve appeared unaware of the show she was putting on as she struggled to stand. She straightened up and said, "If you could take me to my bed."
We slowly walked down the hall.
We passed the linen closet, and she said, "Could you grab me a towel? To protect my sheets."
"Sure."
I released her, turned to the closet, and heard a strange sound. It was a soft thud.
"What was that?" I wondered. I turned my head and saw my sister on the floor.
"Eve! What happened?" I said as I knelt beside her.
Her head rested against the wall, and her arms and legs were akimbo. She brought to my mind the image of a puppet that had its strings cut, lying in a messy pile.
I got another gratuitous beaver shot. I studied her vag for as long as I dared and then asked, "Are you all right?"
"I fell," she said and rubbed her head.
"Stand up," I said. I put my arm around her waist, and together we stood.
The polyester robe she was wearing was slick. My hand slid up her body, pulling the robe up until I bumped into the bottom of her right breast. I exposed her panties and my fingers pressed against her tit.
"That's my boob you're touching, Brother."
"Yeah. I know. I can't get a good grip because of your silky robe. It's not like you come equipped with handholds. Your breast is the only protruding object available to stop my sliding hand."
She guffawed, stopped quickly, and said, "Don't make me laugh. It hurts."
I repositioned my hand lower on her waist and held her tightly as I opened the closet. I grabbed a towel and took her to her room. Her soft body felt nice pressed against mine. I was thankful our sides were touching, so she didn't know about my hard-on.
"Can you stand for a second?"
"Yes," she said.
I looked at her face. It was ashen, and her eyes were closed. I released her and flung the towel over the sheet where she had been lying. I grabbed her waist with both hands and guided her to the bed.
She gingerly sat on the bed, paused, and took a deep breath. After a brief rest, she brought her legs up and lay down.
I looked at her long, tanned, shapely legs. They were a fringe benefit of all the tennis she played, as were her fit body and tight ass.
I grabbed the top sheet, covered her, and said, "I know what you're going through. I'm here for you. Anything I can do? Anything I can get you?"
"Thanks. Would you mind going to the store and getting me Paregoric and some orange juice? I need you to mix up some rehydration solution to replace all the fluid I've lost and get my brain working right?"
"I'm on it."
^^^
I went to the store and got the items my sister requested and beer, chips, and lunch meat for me. I returned home and stowed away the groceries.
Our church had a big missionary outreach program. We sent people everywhere. Returning missionaries told us that in under-developed countries a major cause of death for children was diarrhea.
The World Health Organization did a study, and in the 1940s they can up with a simple, but effective treatment: ORS or oral rehydration solution. It's water with some critical electrolytes. Adding the proper amount of sugar and salt to clean water can saves lives.
Our mother made a version for us when we needed to be rehydrated. She diluted orange juice with water and added table salt. I mixed up a batch for Eve.
I went to her bedroom with a glass of the orange juice/electrolyte solution.
She wasn't in bed.
"Eve! Eve, where are you?" I hollered.
"Here."
Her voice was weak. It was coming from the bathroom.
I went to the hall bathroom, opened the door, and found her naked. She was on her hands and knees with her head above the porcelain throne. Her ass faced the door.
I got an excellent view of her firm butt. I could see her pussy and her brown anus.
She was at an angle, and I could see her plump left breast. It had a single beauty mark on it. Her back was sprinkled with a half dozen more of various sizes.
"Nice bum," I said in a teasing way. I was trying to lighten the mood and allay the embarrassment she must be feeling. I'd caught her in an awkward position.
Eve lifted her head, looked over her shoulder, and gave me a chagrined look. She explained, "I drank some water and immediately regretted it. I'm naked because I thought it was going to run through me and shoot out my ass. Instead, I threw up."
She spat into the toilet, flushed, and said, "I'm a mess. Be a dear and run me a bath."
She sat on her heels and kept her head over the commode as I filled the tub. When she crawled over to it, her tits bounced and swayed. Her nipples couldn't have been harder.
She put her hand in and said, "The temperature is good. Help me get in."
I grabbed non-erogenous body parts and assisted her as she got in.
"Ohh. The water feels nice."
She dunked her head, took in a mouthful of water, swished it around, and spit it out as she surfaced. She dunked her head again and scrubbed her face with her hands.
I stood and turned to leave.
"Please stay."
She chuckled and added, "It's a little late for me to play the modesty card. You've seen me nude. I need you. I'm afraid I might faint again and drown."
"Okay. Take a swig of this," I said as I handed her the orange juice concoction.
She drank and handed it back. I placed it on the sink, put the toilet seat down, and sat.
"This is weird....me being naked in front of you," Eve said. "Could we bring some balance...equality to this situation?"
"How?"
"Here's my situation," she said. "I feel terrible. The last thing I want to do is wear a bra. They suck. I am not going to exacerbate my discomfort by wearing a one."
I nodded; she continued.
"I'm afraid to wear panties. The waistband hurts my stomach, and I worry that if I have an attack of diarrhea, I won't be able to get them off fast enough.
"I need to be naked. It's not your fault, but it's embarrassing for me."
