Okay, I'll admit that these are highly unlikely circumstances. I like highly unusual circumstances. If I want facts, I'll read the encyclopedia. All characters in this story are nineteen years old or older.
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"Jeffery help!"
It was the plaintive cry of my sister. I ran to her bedroom, but she wasn't there.
"Where the hell are you?" I yelled.
"I'm in the bathroom," she sobbed.
The bathroom door was locked so I kicked it in. There stood my sister stark naked with her tit caught in a dressing table drawer. Her plumb young butt was sticking up. I almost dropped my pants and doggy fucked her, but she was in such pain, I just couldn't do it.
"How did you ever get in such a mess?" I laughed.
"Stop laughing! This isn't funny. It hurts. I was bending over the dressing table and I accidentally slammed the drawer shut on my poor, little titty. Help me Jeffery!"
"Hold still Alice and I'll see if I can get you out of this mess."
Big tears rolled down her cheeks. I looked at the drawer with her tit stuck in it. Damn, I'll bet it did hurt. I got down on my hands and knees and reached in behind the drawer. My face was pushed up hard against her nude tummy. I wanted to lick it, but restrained myself. I gave the drawer a jerk and it popped open. She screamed. The drawer had left a big bruise on her tit and the skin was broken.
"Oh God! It hurts so bad! Help me Jeffery. Fix it!" she whined.
I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to my room. She sat down on my bed and I went to get the antiseptic and some bandages. I was remarkably calm considering this was the first time I had ever seen my sister naked. I returned with the bandages, ointment and a warm wash rag. She was sobbing and cradling her tit.
"This is probably going to hurt, but it has got to be done," I told her.
I picked up the washrag and that's when I got a really good look at her breasts. Except for the bleeding scar, they were perfect. Her nipples were pink and stood out from her breasts like little bullets. They were absolutely beautiful, pert and firm. I carefully washed her injured tit and applied the ointment to the wound. I gently applied a large bandage to the wound.
"Well, that's it," I cheerfully informed her.
"Can I stay with you until it quits hurting, please Jeff, please!" she begged.
"Don't you want to put on some clothes?" I asked.
"What's the point? You've already seen my entire package. Besides, I don't want clothes to touch your bandage."
She lay back on my pillows. Her tears were starting to dry. By now I had a massive hardon. I know, you're not supposed to be turned on by your sister, but I had had her bare tit in my hands and to tell the truth, it felt really, really good. I cursed the fact that she was wounded.
"Thank you for rescuing me Jeff. When my titty heals up, I'll do something really special for you. Right now I need a nap. Please don't leave me alone. You could have a nap too."
I should have said no. It was right to say no. It was wrong to say yes.
"Yes, I'll stay with you," I mumbled, knowing I was going to hell.
I lay down beside her, trying to go to sleep. It was an impossible task. My nude sister lying right next to me, what was I supposed to do? She was drop-dead gorgeous and really well stacked. I kept staring at her shapely rump. I wanted to take a big bite out of it. She smelled like sex and flowers.
"You could massage my other breast if you want Jeff," she suggested.
I almost broke my wrist getting my hand on her tit. I rolled her nipple in my fingers and squeezed her gently.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good. The wounded one has almost stopped hurting. You're a great doctor, brother mine," she whispered.
"I love you sis," I replied.
I felt her hand rubbing my thigh right up near where my rigid cock was lurking.
"Oh Jeff, is that for me?" she giggled as her little fingers curled around the bulge in my pants. She gave it a playful shake.
"Well, duh! It's not for me," I replied.
"When I get well, I'll fix it for you," she murmured.
I finally went to sleep with her hand curled around my cock, how I'll never know. When I woke up she was gone. I found her in her bedroom, still nude and snoring softly. It was time for a sandwich. As I sat munching on the tuna melt, I reviewed the unusual events of the day. I mean really, how the hell could she have possibly gotten her tit caught in a drawer. Like the sun rising in the morning, it suddenly dawned on me that she might have done it on purpose. Hmmm. Very interesting. I took a quick shower and retired to my room. As I lay there, I heard my door open and Alice's little bare feet padding across the floor. The bed sagged as she crawled in beside me. I could tell she was still naked.
"Okay, what's the deal?" I inquired.
"Why, whatever do you mean?" she shyly replied.
"I have surmised that you intentionally injured yourself in order to have a good excuse to display your body to me. Nobody on earth could accidentally get their tit caught in a drawer. So what's up?"
"Oh Jeffery, you've caught me. It was all I could think of to get you to notice me. I'm sorry. I'm going back to my room."
