This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. Medical references are fictional and contrived to enhance the story. I hope you enjoy this story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
I had just graduated from high school and it looked like my brother was going to ruin my summer. He was two years older than me and he had always been an entitled ass, so why would this be any different? He just finished his second year of university and there had been a freak snowstorm which dumped a ton of snow on the ski resorts north of his school.
After finals, and instead of coming home like he was supposed to, he and some buddies headed to the mountains for a few extra bonus days of skiing. However, as he was showing off for some ski bunnies and taking a triple black diamond run for which he was not qualified, he lost control and crashed into a huge pine tree nearly killing himself.
Apparently he tried to block the crash with his hands and arms which resulted in both arms and hands being essentially pulverized, as well as a broken femur, tibia, and cracked pelvis. After many hours of surgery both arms and hands were screwed, pinned, and wired back together, and encased in casts. After a few days in the hospital he was allowed to go home as long as he had essentially 24 hour assistance.
Both arms were in casts from his shoulders to the tips of his fingers, plus his right leg was in a cast from just below his hip to his ankle. He would not be allowed to put any weight on that leg for three or four weeks and the casts on his arms would likely be on for at least eight weeks. He would require nursing assistance for all of that time.
Here's where the problem arises! I had been accepted into nursing school starting in September, and had a summer job working about 20 hours a week at a local shop. Our parents saw this situation as a win-win. Instead of them paying nurses to care for Bradley, I could get some real, 'hands on' nursing experience, they would pay me more than the shop but less than the outside nurses, and I would be available all the time! Of course they didn't consider my thoughts or feelings on the subject. The fact that Bradley had been my prime tormentor as I was growing up was never considered.
It was decided. They rented a hospital bed and had it installed in Bradley's room and the next day an ambulance and nurse delivered him to the room. The nurse reviewed the care that I would be responsible for: bathing him all over, help with toilet - both types, turning him and massaging his back to prevent bed sores, everything! She reminded me that he essentially had no use of either of his hands or fingers. Then she walked me through most of the things I would be doing.
She was a nice enough person, a little older, probably thirty-something. She carried a few extra pounds, but they were well placed on her chest and hips. Her white uniform did not really contain her breasts which were probably at least an F-cup, possibly larger. The skirt was pulled tight around her hips.
When she reached over Bradley to adjust his pillows, her big boobs were right in his face! It's a wonder she didn't smother him! But HE didn't seem to mind.
We needed to go through all of the procedures that I would be doing, so she started with the bath. We prepared the water and brought some soap and a wash cloth and towel. When she pulled down the covers, Bradley's massive erection sprung into view. I gasped, but she said, "Don't worry about 'that'. That happens all the time with young men. It will go down eventually."
She proceeded to wash, then dry, his face and neck and shoulders, her breasts bouncing in his face the whole time. Then down his chest to his waist. She showed me how to roll him on his side so I wouldn't hurt him and so I could wash his back. While she was holding him on his side she also washed his butt! (I knew that I would have to do his bath, but I hadn't thought about that!)
After she rolled him onto his back, she put a towel over his chest, then she started to wash his feet and legs. As she moved up his legs, I began to get nervous. She would soon be touching his cock and balls...and he was still HARD!
But she continued like it was the most normal thing in the world. She slid the soapy wash cloth up and down his hard cock a couple times and then held it in one hand while she washed his balls. After drying him off, she picked up the urinal to show me how it is used. Of course, Bradley's rigid penis was not cooperative, so she just shrugged and said, "You get the idea."
Yes, I got the idea! I was going to have to hold his penis into that little jug while he peed!
She pulled up the covers, we talked about a few other things and she gave me her phone number to call if I had any questions or problems. (Maybe like, how am I going to do this? He's my brother! Yuck!)
She hadn't been gone ten minutes when Bradley called me and said, "I need to go pee."
Of course! He couldn't do it while she was here! He had to wait until I was totally on my own! I got the urinal, pulled down the covers, and pointed his thing into the opening. "Go ahead." I said. But he didn't. "What are you waiting for? Go on, pee."
I can't. You're watching me."
I don't want you to end up peeing all over the bed! Then I'd have to change the bed and give you another bath! No way! If you need to go, then go!"
Finally, I heard the sound of liquid splashing into the container. When the flow stopped, I started to remove the container. "Wait! You can't just take it away like that! You have to shake it off!"
What!?!" I exclaimed.
If you don't shake it off, there will still be urine in the end and it will leak out onto my legs and the bed! It will make a mess!"
How do I do that?"
Just shake it side to side so it taps against each side of the container a few times."
I tried, tentatively.
Just a little harder."
I plucked up my nerve and tried again a little harder.
I think that should be good," he said.
I turned on his TV, but there wasn't much to watch, so I turned it off again and Bradley decided that he was pretty tired and he would take a nap. We had rigged up a huge button that he could press with his cast if he needed help. Then I went to my room across the hall to try to wrap my head around what I was doing.
As I was half dozing I remembered all the times when he would torment me. Being two years older and bigger, he could pin me down and tease me. He would often tickle me until I would wet my pants, then he would go tell Mom and I would be embarrassed... even though it was really his fault.
I helped Bradley eat his dinner and watched a movie with him. Then I brushed his teeth, washed his face, and helped him with the urinal. Then I settled him in bed and turned out the light.
I woke the next morning to Bradley's buzzer. I threw on my robe and dashed into his room. He needed to pee! I helped him with the urinal, then gave his dick a couple whacks on the side of the container. "Ouch!" he exclaimed.
"You said that I should be sure to shake off any remaining urine, right?"
"That's a delicate part of my anatomy!"
"Sorry!" But I wasn't really sorry, and he knew it. I had been thinking about all the times when he had tickled me and tortured me. Now he was the helpless one! Tickling was too juvenile, besides his jerking around might cause him to re-injure himself, and I didn't want that. I just wanted him to feel as helpless and embarrassed as I had been.
As I took my shower and the hot water was spraying on my nipples, a thought came to me. The water spray was causing my nipples to become erect and I was getting horny. Would Bradley become aroused if his nipples were stimulated? And if he were aroused, what could he do about it? Both of his hands were in casts that even covered his fingers! The more I thought about this, the more it seemed like the perfect retribution!
I decided that I would see just how crazy I could make him. In fact, I was going to be a total tease! I dressed in a pair of short shorts and a white tank top with no bra. Now, I am not an F-CUP like that nurse who was here yesterday, but I think that my 30C-cup boobs are fairly nice and my past boyfriends certainly seemed to like them. He should have a tantalizing view of them with this thin white top! Especially if it was to get a little wet as I was giving him a bath. And I could 'innocently' stimulate his nipples as I washed his chest. When I was done, I could leave him with a huge erection and nothing he could do about it! I was really beginning to like this plan!
After breakfast I suggested that it was time for his bath. We needed to roll him over and massage his back to stimulate his circulation and prevent bed sores. He had not done anything since yesterday, so he didn't see why he would need a bath already, but the back massage and preventing bed sores convinced him to go along with the plan.
After rolling him over, washing and drying his back then massaging it with the lotion the hospital had sent, I made sure that the front of my thin top was wet from the bath water when I rolled him onto his back. I had pulled the covers all the way down before rolling him over, so that he would not get tangled as I rolled him over.
Now he was completely naked and my tits were showing through my top. I washed his neck and arms and shoulders like the nurse had demonstrated. However, when I washed his chest I paid special attention to his nipples, then returned to them an extra time. By the time I was moving down his abdomen his cock was mostly erect.
After I reached his waist, I moved to his feet and legs just as the nurse had done. When I reached his upper thighs I used a delicate touch and paid extra attention. I did not have to lift his cock out of the way to wash his balls, his cock was completely hard and pointed straight north!
I washed his balls very thoroughly before wrapping my hand and the wash cloth around his cock to slide it up and down the entire length of his (admittedly impressive) cock. I repeated the up and down motion several times to assure that his penis was thoroughly clean. Then I rinsed and dried him before pulling the covers up and leaving him with a huge tent in the middle of his bed.
The next day I repeated the same procedure, except I paid even more attention to his nipples, his balls and his cock. The third day I stroked his cock until he was groaning. I kept this up through the weekend.
On Monday I decided to push things even more. As I prepared to give Bradley his bath I said, "When I'm giving you your bath I end up getting my clothes all wet. Since we are brother and sister, would it be okay if I took off some of my clothes so that they don't get all wet?"
Bradley was flabbergasted, all he could do was nod! I pulled off my top and peeled down my shorts so that I was wearing only my tiny white bikini panties. Then I started his bath. As I washed his face and neck, I allowed my naked breasts to rub against his chest. When I washed his chest I blatantly toyed with his nipples for quite a while. Then I washed his legs, when I reached his crotch I played with his balls and stroked his anus with the wash cloth. Then I began to pump my hands up and down his hard cock until rivulets of pre-coital fluid were dripping from the head of his cock. Then I gathered my clothes and skipped out of the room while he groaned my name.
