Life was shit. James had been confined to bed for two weeks because of two broken hands and two broken feet. He had been unable to see his steady girlfriend because she had broken her leg in the same car crash. The only visitors he had were his older sister Jenny, and his mother, the Lady Winifred of Farnsworth Manor. He was back in his childhood home, a three storey manor with it's wings and grounds and ornamentations, set in the middle of nowhere, Kent.
His father, Lord Farnsworth had passed away two years previous due complications of Covid-19, leaving him, Jenny, and mother.
x
He had been studying at Uni when the car he was driving hit a tree due to faulty brakes. Nobody killed, just minor injuries.
Now, in the midst of England's record breaking heatwave, he was being nursed by his former nanny Mrs Smith, a dour and humourless woman, and now a withered old biddy of seventy. He had been taking to his bed in the buff with only a single sheet over him in a bid to beat the stifling heat.
"Time for your evening bed bath, young James." Said nanny.
With his hands heavily bound in plaster casts, it had been impossible for him to fully look after himself in certain ways. Now the twenty year old was being fussed over by a stuffy old relic. And despite his unfortunate predicament, he found himself with a persistent erection. How he missed Maggie, his nineteen year old girl. They used to do it every chance they had. Now she was recuperating thirty miles away in her parents home, and he had no form of sexual release.
He endured the indignation of being cleansed in bed, and still he could not hide his constant arousal from the elderly lady.
"Sorry, nanny."
He said as she soaped up his nether regions. Including his formidable eight inch boner.
"Hmph! Don't think it's the first John Thomas I've seen, master James. Mister Smith and I were married for forty years."
When he was alone, he had tried to relieve his tension by lying on his side and humping the rucked up sheet, but to no avail. He had then used two pillows, one atop the other and attempted to slide his dick in and out, but there had been no satisfactory friction.
"I just have to get myself off, or I'll go crazy!"
x
He was awakened the next morning by the sound of the curtains being pulled back and the flood of warm sunlight that came in the bay window. He glanced over in that direction and saw Jenny smiling at him.
"Good morning, babykins. I hope you are feeling better. I'm sorry to wake you, but it is eleven o'clock."
James shifted in his bed and looked at his older sibling with blinking eyes.
She was a pretty thing with strawberry blonde hair, pink lips, and sparkling blue eyes. Her light print dress barely covered her medium sized, but quite adequate breasts. She wore a pair of three inch heeled sandals which gave her shapely calves a nice turn. All in all, a nice young filly.
"Mmm, eleven. Doesn't time fly when you're stuck in bed for a boring fortnight."
"I was going to ask how you were feeling, Mister Grumpy! But, I get the picture."
"It's alright for you. You've been engaged to Charles for a year. I bet you two are at it like rabbits."
"Hey now. Mind your manners. Let me plump up your pillow."
Apart from the Queen sized bed, James had a modest room with sparse furnishings, and no television. There was one large bay window along one side, designed to let in the morning sun.
He looked up at Jenny as she fussed about him. Lucky Charles, he thought. Jenny would be a fine catch. He saw his older sibling bend forwards and his eyes bulged as the hem of her dress lifted and he made out her bush of fair pubic hair, clearly visible through her sheer panties.
He hadn't seen his sister in a while. Not Since she had become engaged. She had an air of maturity about her now. A consequence of having regular sex?
James gave a low groan and the thin sheet covering his nakedness tented at groin level.
"Heavens! James! Shouldn't you do something about that?"
Jenny pointed a well manicured nail at his raised sheet.
"Yeah, I wish!"
He scoffed as he held up his two covered mitts.
"I've not been able to pleasure myself for weeks. I'm going mad here!"
"Well, I'm sorry and all that, but there's not much we can do about that. Is there?"
"What about calling a prostitute?"
"James! What WOULD mother think? The answer's no on that count."
James sulked and as he turned in his bed and the sheet lifted up to reveal his bare genitals and rampant hard-on. Jenny gulped at the size of him. SO much bigger than dear Charles. Unable to avert her gaze, it became apparent to her stricken brother she was staring.
"Look, Jenny. We're family. Give me a break here. Just touch it. I'm begging you."
For a tense moment, his sister looked out of the window and James hissed as her exquisite body filtered through her thin cotton dress as a mouth-watering silhouette.
"No, I will not."
"I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable. It's just that I really need a hand. Literally! I've got no-one else to turn to."
"Out of the question."
"If you really loved me you would."
"Now, that's not fair."
"If the shoe was on the other foot, I'd help you out."
Jenny raised a quizzical brow. He was helpless, after all.
"I'll just touch it. No more."
"Cheers."
Jenny approached the bed and turned down the sheet. She regarded his swollen member with big blue eyes. She traced a line up the one big blue vein that seemed to pulse as he breathed.
"Oh, god!" Gasped he as his dick responded to the light contact by twitching and swaying.
As he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling, Jenny saw him shiver as she gripped the rock hard shaft in her tiny fist. She blushed crimson as she bent forward at the waist and pointed his knob this way and that. She felt a slight pang of humiliating pleasure as she exhibited his erection closer to her face.
James had been stiff all week, and yet he swore his cock was even bigger than before.
"How is that?"
"Good!" He whispered with a dry throat. "Just squeeze it a little."
"Like this?"
"Hnnng!"
James kicked his legs out and bumped his bandaged feet together.
Jenny stroked his organ, skinning back his foreskin as her hand traversed his length. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his entire body became awash in perspiration.
He looked up to see his older sibling casually wanking his hose with a fascinated stare.
How far was she willing to take things? A dozen thoughts ran through his head as he came periIously close to the peak of his orgasm.
"Okay. Enough."
"Wh...what? No! Why?"
"James. I simply cannot do anymore for you without it being weird. I'll say goodnight."
"Jenny! You can't leave me half-cock. It's, it's. Immoral!"
The door closed and James was left to suffer alone.
x
James looked at the clock on his bedside table. Three in the morning and still 33 degrees. Fuck this weather.
His engorged member brazenly pointed straight up to the ceiling in silent torment. The August Supermoon lit the bedroom in a bright yellow hue, causing mad shadows to dance across the walls as it made it's elliptical orbit.
"James?"
