The Soldier's Sister-The Nurse
I joined the British army straight out of University, having been sponsored financially throughout my course by the University Officer Training Corps, (UOTC) and after I'd graduated from University went on to officer training, where I graduated in the top ten of my year.
I, like so many of my friends was immediately caught up in various, 'peacekeeping,' missions where I acquitted myself reasonably well, and then I was sent to Afghanistan. Oh boy, what a shit-storm that turned out to be, but I made it home safe, although there were a few near things I have to admit. On my second tour of Afghanistan, things didn't go quite so well, and a sniper shot me. Luckily, if being shot by a high velocity snipers round can ever be described as, 'lucky,' his aim was a bit off, and he didn't hit anything vital, but it was damned close.
The round came in from behind straight through between my legs and tore a chunk out of my right thigh. I nearly bled to death waiting for the 'chopper' to medevac me out. At the base hospital I received first class medical treatment, where the doctors again told me I was a very lucky man. An inch or two higher, and it would have removed my balls and half my dick too. I was extra thankful that the Afghani sniper was a piss poor shot, and the bonus was that after I was stabilised, I was medevac'd all the way back to the UK.
Back home I spent about a week in hospital, but they decided I was fit enough to be released, although my dressings would need to be changed on a daily basis for the first week or two to avoid and check for any infections. I was also told to stay off my feet, and although getting up to go to the toilet or any other essential activities was okay, not to push it. Get rest, stay off your feet and you'll be okay was basically the order and advice. The only thing was, I couldn't be released until they had gotten some sort of home care package and that was holding up my release.
My family, mother, father and sisters had of course been informed about my situation, and my folks arranged to have me moved back home, where I could stay with them. We were, or rather are, a very close knit family. My sister Jen would come in every day and change my dressings. She was a charge nurse at the local hospital, so eminently qualified for the job.
Jen arrived bright and early the next morning. I was in my room when she arrived, mum and dad had installed a TV for me, knowing I'd not be very mobile for the first couple of weeks, so I would be confined here for at least a week. Jen came in, wearing her nurse's uniform, a crisp white top with the NHS blue detailing, smiling fit to burst, laid down her medical bag and then she gave me a big hug. I hadn't seen her for nearly two years, and it really was a pleasure to see her lovely smiling face again. She was about 18 months older than me, and we had always been very close. Jen had always been fiercely protective of me, even up until the time I went into the army. Now she was all concern about my wound.
'Come on then, let me see the scratch,' she joked, making light of my wound. 'Hop up onto the bed. Oh sorry,' she laughed, 'you have no option but to hop with that bad leg.'
'Jen,' I said, 'I love you, but cut out the crap jokes, this is real, it fucking hurts.'
'I know sweetheart,' she said more seriously, 'but you know me, I've always loved to tease you, and you still have no sense of humour, one of your less endearing qualities,' she said teasing me again.
With her help, I got on the bed, and propped myself up in a sitting position. She walked round to the right side of the bed, and laid her medical bag on the bed, then pulled out some packages of sterile dressing. There was an air of professionalism and efficiency about my sister that I hadn't seen before, but I reasoned that this was her 'thing.' This was what she did, and though I'd never seen her at work before, I knew she must be more than capable given her experience, and the fact that she was a charge nurse, meaning she was in charge of other nurses, a bit like an officer in the army. She read my medical notes regarding the wound, treatment, etc, and then turned to me.
'Right, let's see what we have here then,' she said breezily. 'Lift your bottom and we'll just pull down your pyjama bottoms a bit.' So, I lifted my arse up a little, and she skinned my pyjama bottoms down, unfortunately she must have caught the material of the boxer shorts I was wearing under my pyjama bottoms as well, because she also skinned them down too leaving my cock in plain view.'
'Fucking hell Jen,' I said, embarrassed, panicking, and trying to pull them up again. Instead of helping she was doubled up with laughter, but she'd had a short but good look at my cock.
'Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to do that,' she giggled, trying to pull herself together. 'It was an accident, I have no wish to see your dick, believe me.'
'Are you sure about that?' I asked her, recovering from my embarrassment and deciding to tease her in return. 'It seems awfully convenient that you just happened to pull down my boxers too, well I hope you got a good look.' She laughed at me scornfully.
'Yeah, I did thank you very much, but it's okay, I'm not judgemental brother dear,' she laughed again.
'Judgemental? What the fuck are you talking about,' I asked falling into her trap.
'Well, just because you've got a tiny little cock, I know it doesn't make you a bad person,' she said, straight faced.
'I do not have a tiny little cock,' I protested. 'I've never had any complaints so far, so keep your unwanted comments to yourself. Just because
you've
got a pussy like an elephant doesn't mean my cock is tiny?' She laughed then.
'Pussy like an elephant is it? I'll remember that when I'm dressing your wound you cheeky little fucker. Anyway, you've never seen my pussy, how would you know?'
'And you've never seen my dick either, apart from two minutes ago, and that's not fair. You know dicks grow much bigger when they get hard,' I shot back. Of course all of this was said with both of us laughing at each other. Outsiders may have thought it was strange, but as I said, Jen and I were very close and always had been.
'Okay, let's do this,' Jen said, taking charge, putting on a pair of sterile surgical gloves. She began to peel back the surgical tape holding my dressing in place which was fucking sore because it ripped the hairs out of my leg. She looked at me when I made a gasping noise because of the pain, and said, 'Soldier? Big fucking baby more like,' no sympathy, and then she said, 'hold your boxers over to the other side, this is a lot closer to your, "bits," than I thought, and I don't want any possible source of infection that close,' and now she was more serious as she looked at the wound.
'Bloody hell, you were a lucky lad,' she said. 'Any closer and I'd have been welcoming another 'sister,' into the family and the discussion about the size of your dick would have been entirely superfluous.' She had a little smile on her face. As she worked on me, I looked at her. She was a study in concentration, totally zoned in on what she was doing, and I took the opportunity to take a good look at her. I hadn't seen her for over two years, and to tell the truth she was a sight for sore eyes.
Jen had always been a beautiful woman, and even as her brother I could appreciate her beauty. Tall, slim, with long dark hair, which was tied back in a pony tail today. When she was out of uniform it hung naturally round her face and shoulders and she was quite simply, stunning. She had lovely dark eyes, a straight nose and a beautiful mouth. Her figure was amazing, as I said very slim, and I know she went to the gym regularly and played tennis too. She was, 'sporty,' but there was something else about her, she exuded sex appeal, and as I looked at her I was horrified to find myself getting hard.
'Fuck Nooooo!!' I sent a silent message to my cock. 'Not now! No! This is my fucking SISTER,' but to no avail. He was 'awake,' so the little fucker was going to have a look around and erect a tent in my boxers, and pretty soon, he was jutting up proudly proclaiming his presence to the world. Jen was concentrating hard on attending to my wound, and I prayed that she hadn't noticed. Without a word to indicate she had seen anything, she finish doing what she was doing, cut open a bag with the appropriate sterilised dressing for my wound, applied it, and once again taped it in place.
'All done,' she declared, smiling at me all innocently as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, and still looking right into my eyes and smiling sweetly, she reached over without even looking and waggled my cock from side to side with her hand, and said in a stupid children's cartoon type voice, 'Hello little man, so nice to see you. Are you coming out to play.' I nearly died of embarrassment.
'Jen,' I screeched, 'what the fuck?' she just laughed, and still holding onto it, she grinned.
'If I had a pound for every erection I've seen on the male ward, I'd be fucking rich. Yours feels quite nice actually,' and then pretending to be shocked, 'is he actually getting harder still?' she said feeling it some more. 'He is, you little fucking pervert,' and lowering her voice in case mum heard, she said, 'so, does this mean you want to fuck your sister now that you're all grown up, do you, well... do you? You want to fuck old elephant flaps?' She laughed, and I knew she was getting her own back for what I'd said earlier.
'Let go Jen, I'm not a pervert,' I said quietly, but very earnestly, 'it's you that's the pervert, you're playing with my cock and won't let go. That's what's making him harder.' She let go then, and did it with a throwaway gesture implying she was disgusted with it, but she still had that wicked smile on her face, as she peeled of the surgical gloves.
'Lucky I had surgical gloves on, just imagine me touching your dick with bare hands, you'd have come in your boxers, you perv.' I said nothing more, but my cock was still standing up proudly, and she looked at it again, which strangely excited me and made my cock twitch, she smiled again, and then said more seriously. 'It's okay sweetheart, I really don't mind you getting hard. I take it as a compliment and very sweet, even though I'm your sister. You know I love you despite all the banter, don't you?' I nodded.
