I'd like to thank Steven for giving me the inspiration to write this story.
With Brett's mother Tiffany unavailable, Susan gives injured Brett a shower.
Susan drove Brett home from school and leaving him on his own for him to walk inside on his crutches, she deposited him at the backdoor for her to run to use the restroom. Had he not had his license suspended for drag racing, he could have driven himself home. Only in his injured conditioned with his sorely bruised thighs, she didn't know how he could drive a car with a manual transmission. His sister, Erin, was there waiting for him.
"What happened now? What did you do now?" She looked at her brother with impatient intolerance. "Were you in another fight? It's always something with you," she said with unjustified contempt.
Ripe for taking, at only 19-years-old, almost 20, and with her having had sex with a multitude of men, including her brother, seemingly Erin she had already given up on men. No doubt, if she met a good woman, with her obvious negative attitude towards men, despite her promiscuity with men, she'd turn lesbian. Brett looked at his sister as if he was about to give her he finger and perhaps he would have had he not been on crutches, instead he made a pained sour face at her.
"No. I didn't do anything," he said walking in the living room with the crutches that the nurse gave him to use. "I hurt myself at football practice. Joey hit me right in the nuts with his helmet. Lifting me off the ground with his head, my thighs took the worst of it. They're all bruised and wicked sore. It hurts even to breathe. Now I know what opposing team members feel when a 300 pound linebacker hits them full force at speed. It's hard for me to even sit. You should have seen me getting in and out of Susan's car. She had to lift my feet inside," he said with a laugh. "At only 18-years-old, I suddenly feel like an old man."
"Let me see," she said looking down at his thighs.
He stared down at where she was looking before leer up at her. His sister was such a whore that obviously not knowing if she just wanted to look or blow him, he didn't know her meaning or intentions.
"See what?"
In the way that she was staring down at him, he looked at her with hopeful, sexual expectation that she wanted to see his cock.
"You thighs pervert, not your cock," she said sighing her exasperation.
She removed her focus stare from his eyes to stare down at his football pants covered thighs again and he looked at his sister as if he was a fresh, slab of meat and he was a hungry lion.
"You want to see my bruised thighs?"
He looked at her with unhidden, sexual excitement.
"Duh, I am studying to be a nurse moron," she said. "It's not every day that I see contusions bad enough that you need crutches to walk," she said with a laugh.
Brett gave his sister his best perverted smile.
"Okay, go ahead," said Brett giving her a nod while looking down at himself. "Pull down my pants. You can pull my underwear down with my pants too. I don't mind," he said laughing.
Erin rolled her eyes and sighed her frustration with his constant perverted comments. He acted as if he was her horny friend instead of her younger brother.
"You'd like for me to pull your underwear down, wouldn't you. I bet you're not too injured for me to give you a hand job. I bet you're not too hurt for me to suck your cock," she said.
"Sure," he said. "You may blow me if you'd like."
She walked to him, squatted down in front of him, and, as if about to blow her brother, she pulled down his football pants just as Susan walked in the kitchen. What Susan saw was the back of Erin's head with her poised on her knees in front of her brother with his pants down.
"You at least could have waited until he made it to his room before you started sucking him, Erin," said Susan with a dirty laugh.
Brett smiled while putting a gentle hand to the back of his sister's pretty head to push her forward into this crotch.
"Eww, stop it Brett. You smell," she said standing while staring down at her brother's horribly bruised thighs. "Very funny," said Erin turning her head to Susan. "I wanted to see his bruises. Already black and blue, they're really bad. The worst ones I've ever seen," she said returning her focused stared to Brett's injured thighs.
"Let's get you up to your room. You need to get off of your feet Mister," said Susan walking to Brett and reaching down to pull up his pants.
Ready to help him climb the stairs, she put a hand behind his back to direct him.
"Wait, I have to pee," he said. "I don't think that I can make it upstairs without peeing myself."
He looked as if he was about to do the pee-pee dance. If he could reach down to hold his cock through his clothes without falling, no doubt he would have.
"Okay, use the toilet down here before I help you upstairs," said Susan.
Brett looked from Susan to Erin and before looking back to Susan.
"I need help. I can't hold it myself while standing on these crutches," he said looking from Susan to look at his sister again.
Obviously looking for a willing volunteer to hold his cock while he peed, he had a shit eating grin on his face.
"I'll help him pee but if you're taking a dump, I'm not wiping your ass," said Erin.
"You're so gross Erin," said Susan.
"I only have to pee," said Brett.
"Your cock wouldn't be the first cock I held while one of my boyfriends gave me a golden shower and peed all over me," said Erin laughing with wickedness.
Difficult to shock Susan, she looked at Erin with surprise. For someone who was so young and who has experienced so much sexually, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"God you're such a little whore but I love you for that," said Susan laughing. "Every day, you never cease to surprise me, Erin," she said shaking her head. "Pray tell, why on Earth would you allow anyone to disrespect you by peeing on you? I'd never have anyone do that to me."
Unashamed and unembarrassed, Erin shrugged as if being peed on was no big deal. At only nineteen years old, barely a woman of legal age, one could only imagine what would be a big deal to her sexually. If she's already sexually done all of this now, what was left for her to experience later besides swinging and gangbangs. Who knows? With her a cheerleader on her college football team and with her attending all of the dorm parties, maybe she's already experienced those too?
"I was drunk. I was high. I was horny. I held his cock to direct his pee because I didn't want him peeing in my mouth or in my eyes," she said.
"Unbelievable," said Susan shaking her head.
"Wow," said Brett. "I'd love to pee on your sometime Erin."
Erin shot him a look that made him take an involuntary step back.
"Not in your lifetime," said Erin.
"Still even with you being drunk, high, and horny, I still don't understand while you'd allow some drunken guy to pee on you," said Susan.
Erin looked at her and shrugged.
"It was no big deal. Being that I was naked and in the shower at the time anyway, it was something that I thought I'd try. It appealed to me at the time but it doesn't mean I'd do it again, unless the man paid me big bucks," she said with a dirty laugh. "After receiving a golden shower, not really my cup of tea, at least I can check that off my bucket list," she said with another laugh.
