The Soldier's Sister-The Bed Bath
The developing love affair between a wounded soldier and his sister, the nurse.
'Oh god Jen, that was fucking incredible,' I finally managed to gasp out. My wonderful and totally amazing sister had just been playing with my cock, and had finished me off by sucking me to the most amazing orgasm of my life. She smiled at me, no it wasn't a smile, it was a big grin, which lit up her whole face. She pulled up my boxers shorts, and gently handled my cock again, tucking him back inside the boxers.
'Listen sweetheart,' she said. 'I'm on duty at the hospital within the hour. I really don't want to go. I'd rather stay here with you, we have a lot to talk about, but I can't let them down. Luckily this is quite a short day, a half-shift, so I'll come back to you this evening. Is that okay?' I smiled at her.
'Oh Jen, I'll be counting the minutes. Thank you so much, give me a hug before you go,' and she came into my arms again, but for all too short a time. I don't think I'd ever loved her so much as I did at that moment. We said our goodbye's, she took her medical kit with her, and then she was gone, leaving a hole the size of the Grand Canyon in my heart. I knew she was only going for a few hours, but I was missing her even before I heard the front door closing as she left.
Between this time yesterday and today, our lives had changed forever. Jen had gone from being my closest sister, just over a year older than me, someone I had already loved, and adored all my life, to being my lover within the last half hour. She had always been my best friend, my confidante, and I was hers, but now that close and loving relationship had taken on a whole new meaning and importance. We'd just taken the first steps in a forbidden relationship, so now we were going to be thrown even more closely together, it would be 'us,' against the conventions of the world.
I spent the rest of the time that day trying to read, occasionally trying to watch some things on TV, but none of it held any interest for me. Finally I switched off the TV, laid down the book and thought the best way to get time to pass was to sleep. To tell the truth I hadn't slept very well the night before, thanks to my erotic thoughts about Jen, and I was feeling really tired now, so I turned over and tried to sleep, and I must have dozed off. I didn't waken up until after 5pm, when my mother opened my bedroom door.
Our evening meal was almost ready she announced, so I got up, went to the toilet, then made my way very slowly downstairs. I had been told to stay off my feet for a few days to allow my wound to start healing, but I was allowed to do various things like go to the toilet, etc. Apart from that I was pretty much bed bound for that first few days.
Our evening meal was delicious, mum had always been a first rate cook, and she knew the kind of things I liked to eat. She was spoiling me rotten, but then, that's what mums do. I think the fact that I'd been shot and wounded in Afghanistan had a lot to do with it too. I thought maybe she was having nightmares about what might have happened. My wound wasn't all that serious, but it was the 'might have been,' that was giving her sleepless nights. I complimented her on the meal, and she beamed a wonderful smile for me, but I could see she was still upset and worried too. I'd have to do something about that. I didn't want her worrying the years away while I was in the army.
As I was sitting there, thinking of limping upstairs again, Jen arrived, and was surprised to see me downstairs and sitting up. After she'd had a bite to eat and told us about her day, she helped mum with the dishes, but recommended that I go back upstairs and get some rest, and since she was my nurse as well as my sister, I went back to bed on medical orders. She told me she'd be up soon to check on me, and she gave me a wink as she said it. I knew what she meant, and my cock grew hard at the thought.
About twenty minutes later, mum opened the door to let Jen into my room, because Jen had her hands full. She was carrying a basin of warm water, and some towels. As mum turned to leave, Jen thanked her, giving her a hug. As the door closed behind mum, Jen and I were alone again. I was super excited, but wondered about the basin and all the towels. Jen saw me looking at them, so explained what was about to happen.
'Well, as you know, one of the medical orders was not to get your dressing wet, which makes showering etc almost impossible, so we're going to do this the old fashioned way, and I'm going to give you a bed bath,' she declared. I started laughing.
'No way Jen,' I smiled, ' a bed bath? Sounds like fun to me, yesterday it would have been embarrassing, today it's exciting. The prospect of you giving me an all over wash with slippery soapy hands, oh fuck Jen, thank you, you're so fucking good to me, I can hardly believe it. I love you,' and I pulled her closer and kissed her, not like any brother ever should. She kissed me back, and then laughed again.
'I thought you might like the idea, but I stress this will be done competently and professionally, so although you think we're going to get down and dirty, believe me you're going to be getting a proper hospital style bed bath.' I knew she was teasing me again by the wicked smile on her face, but she continued, 'I may linger a little longer on your cock and balls than I would with any other patient, just to make sure it's nice and clean, especially if you want me to suck it again.' She was smiling all the time she was talking, teasing me again, as well as promising me something wonderful I'd never forget.
'It also gives us a perfect opportunity to be together,' she said quietly, serious now. 'Mum knows what I'm doing, and knows it's a perfectly legitimate thing for a nurse to do, so she won't come in or interrupt. We'll just have to be a bit quieter than we may otherwise be if we were somewhere private. Now turn over and I'll do your back quickly, I want to spend more time on the front if that's all right with you?' We both laughed, eager for the same thing.
She bent over me, kissing me passionately, then helped me turn over. She must have been desperate to get to the front because she washed my back, from shoulders to toes in a couple of minutes. Insisting that she missed nothing, and she's done it thoroughly, and she was the professional here so who was I to disagree. It felt wonderful anyway. She dried me, then helped me turn over, and laughed at my cock sticking straight up. 'Mmm... he's eager to be washed.'
Disappointingly, she started from my shoulders, washing my chest and shoulders gently, under my arms, warm soapy water on a washcloth. It felt wonderful and all the time she looked down on me, smiling. Again I marvelled at how beautiful she was, my sister and now my lover. I just felt so much love for her. She rinsed the soapy water off, and dried me again, and then started from my feet upwards. The same sequence, soapy water, rinse and dry, up to just below my wound on my right leg, all the way up, just short of my balls for the unwounded left leg. She worked carefully around the dressing making sure it didn't get wet, then draped a green sterile surgical cloth over the site of the wound to protect it.
'Now... the bit we both want to get to. You've been a very patient... patient,' she smiled sweetly at me, and making her hands soapy, she held them up for me to see. 'No wash cloth for this bit,' she laughed quietly. 'Just bare hands, I want this to be special for you... and for me too. I'm going to take my time playing with your cock. Open your legs, I'm going to give your balls a nice massage too,' she promised, and I did as she asked.
'I want to touch you too,' I said, reaching my arm out of the bed and cupping her bottom, squeezing and caressing her. She smiled again.
