0 comments/ 322503 views/ 116 favorites T.L.C. By: epiphany65 When Krista DeWitt was woken by the phone ringing at nearly two that Thursday morning she knew it was bad news. She was awake instantly and sat up in bed. She recognized her mother's shaky voice on the phone when she answered. But she was sobbing and heaving so much that Krista had difficulty making out what she was trying to explain. "It's Ben. He's been in an accident. I know we should have never gotten him that damned motorcycle," Patricia DeWitt told her daughter before sobbing some more. Krista learned that her younger brother, Ben, had crashed his motorcycle. It had been a gift from their parents on this twentieth birthday, not quite a month earlier. As far as Mrs. DeWitt knew her son had sustained back injuries, but had not been told many other details. The doctors did not know yet just how serious his condition was because he was still in surgery. Krista quickly put some clothes on and drove to St. Mark's Hospital. It was a route she was very familiar with because she worked as a nurse there. She was twenty-five and had been a nurse for two years. Krista was accustomed to having to console distraught family members who were visiting someone who was her patient. Now she was in the same unfortunate situation as them. She choked back tears as she drove. Her parents were waiting for her in the Emergency Department waiting room when she arrived. Her mother was crying while her father held her. Although he was trying his best to comfort her mother, Krista could tell that her father was just as emotionally fragile. The wait seemed interminable for Krista and her parents as they sat in the Emergency Department, each silently praying to receive good news about Ben's condition. When a tall man with short greying hair and wearing green scrubs approached them over an hour later they stood up, almost frightened to hear what the doctor was going to say. "Hi, I'm Dr. Green. I'm the doctor who performed Ben's surgery," he said. "He's got a long road of recovery ahead of him, but thankfully there was little or no nerve damage to his spine. He won't be paralyzed, but it will be a while before he's fully healed." Krista heard her parents sign in relief. She continued to listen to what Dr. Green had to say, then asked him several questions. She did not know the doctor well, but had met him a few times while tending patients of his. They got along well and had mutual respect for one another. He had a good reputation for being a skilled neurosurgeon, which was a relief to Krista. "You guys go home and get some rest. There's no point in staying here. Ben's still heavily sedated," Krista explained to her parents. "I'm going to go up to his room and wait till he wakes up. I'll call you later and tell you if I learn anything more and to let you know how he is. The worst is over. You guys get some rest and come see him this evening. Besides, seeing you this upset will only worry him." Krista hugged her parents, then walked towards the elevator. When she entered her brother's room and saw him lying in the hospital bed she felt tears flowing from her brown eyes. Her brother had cuts and scrapes on his chin and left arm. He was also in a body cast that covered his torso. Krista sat in a chair beside the bed, quietly sobbing. Almost an hour later Krista saw her brother stir. She leapt to her feet and moved over towards his bed, clutching the side rail. Ben opened his blue eyes and squinted. He winced slightly. When Ben noticed his sister crying, he gave her a weak smile. "Hey... no need to cry. The cat that ran out in front of me is fine; I swerved just in time. The PT Cruiser coming in the other lane didn't make it though." Ben laughed, then flinched in pain. "It's not funny, Ben. You could have killed yourself. You're lucky to not even be paralyzed," his sister chided. "That motorcycle is going to be the death of you." "You don't have to worry about that -- it's totaled," her brother said with a frown. Krista was secretly glad, but tried not to show it. She gave her brother's hand a soft squeeze, wiping tears from her reddened cheeks. She brushed her long black hair from her face and smiled at him. "Dr. Green had to put two rods in your back. Even once your cast comes off, you're going to need weeks of physio to help you regain your strength," she told him. Ben nodded, seeming disappointed, then the corner of his mouth turned up. "I guess I shouldn't complain about that. I'm lucky that I'll be able to still walk," he concluded. "Very," his sister said solemly. Ben's recovery was more rapid than his doctors expected. They attributed it to him being healthy and athletic. Soon he was allowed walk to the bathroom, although never without the help of a nurse. Ben hated having to be aided just to walk a few yards though. The bathroom was in the corner beside his bed and he saw no reason why he could walk there on his own. But it was better than the catheter that had been inserted during his surgery and had been left in for over a week after that. Krista spent as much time with her brother as she could. She stopped in before or after her shifts at the hospital and on her days off. Once his cuts and bruises faded she grew more encouraged about his recovery. One afternoon while Krista was visiting her brother she noticed a look of discomfort on his face. It worried her. She got up from her chair and stood beside his bed, looking down at him. "Are you okay, Ben?" she asked anxiously. "Yeah... but... ah... could you get a nurse to come help me to the bathroom? I need to pee," he said, seeming embarrassed. Krista chuckled. "I think I better ask Dr. Green if you sustained any brain damage in your accident, little brother," she teased. "In case you've forgotten, I'm a nurse. Here -- I'll help you walk over." She lowered the side rail of the bed. Ben looked up at his older sister, now feeling more uncomfortable than he already had been due to his aching bladder. "Yeah, but you're my sister. Call one of the other nurses to come in," he said. Krista gave her brother a scolding look. "Ben, they're all busy. I'm not going to take them away from other patients just so you can pee. I'll walk you over there." Ben sighed. "I don't know why I can't just go on my own. It's close enough that I could practically spit at it from here," he said. "Can you hit the toilet from here?" she taunted with a sharp laugh. "You've been lying in bed for a long time, Ben. You might not realize it, or want to admit it, but you're weaker than usual. If you trip or fall, you're going to hurt yourself. Badly. You may look okay on the outside, but your back is still healing. If you re-injure it, this time you could end up in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you want that?" Krista's normally soft voice had grown stern. Ben let out another sigh, louder this time. "Okay, I guess I don't have any choice," he conceded. "No, I'm afraid not. Eventually your bladder will win out," she joked. Krista helped her brother to sit up on the side of his bed. He was wearing a pale green hospital gown that barely covered his knees. She could tell that he was bashful about her seeing him wearing just that, judging from the way he tugged at it as he sat up, making sure he was completely covered. Krista wrapped her right arm around her brother's waist and helped him from his bed. She could feel his cast beneath the thin polyester robe as she held him tight against her. She took his left arm and placed it around her to steady him as he stood up. Ben clenched his jaw and let out a quiet groan as he took slow, tentative steps away from his bed. His sister was right -- he was rather weak and unsteady on his feet. Still, using a urinal or bedpan would have been preferable to Krista guiding him to the bathroom. As they slowly made their way towards the bathroom in the opposite corner of the hospital room he could smell the scent of his sister's shampoo in her thick, black hair. He drew in a deep breath and smiled. Now he was aware of how his left hand was brushing the side of her left breast. His pulse quickened and he felt his cock twitch as his fingers rubbed over her firm mound. Ben shifted slightly, hoping to slip has hand lower on his sister's side. Krista felt her brother move and stopped, giving him a worried look. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yeah," he replied with a grunt. "Well, go slow, okay?" she cautioned. Ben nodded and took another step towards the open bathroom door. Now Krista was holding him tighter against her. He was several inches taller than her and bulkier, so she struggled somewhat to help hold him. She had tugged his left hand more securely around her, making sure she was supporting him properly. When she repositioned herself it made Ben's nervousness increase. Now he could feel the back of his hand rubbing over the underside of his sister's heavy breast through her sweater. Ben tried to force himself to think of other things, but all he could focus on was the sensation of his sister's firm mound resting on his hand. It reminded him of the maxim to bathe in the Ganges, but not to think about elephants. He wondered if she felt him touching her there, and if she did, whether she enjoyed it as much as him or just didn't care. Maybe she just didn't care, given the situation, he thought. Still, felt himself getting hard by the normally forbidden touching of his sibling. As Ben and his sister slowly moved closer to the bathroom his thoughts were filled with the times he had admired Krista's sizable and perfectly formed breasts when she wore tight or revealing tops. Occasionally he would catch glimpses of her rounded cleavage down the front of a blouse or loose tank top when she would bend over. Sometimes, on rare occasions, he was even fortunate enough to snatch a look when Krista wasn't wearing a bra. The first time this happened Ben was a teenager. He was captivated as he stared at his sister's heavy globes, swaying slightly inside a blue tank top as she leaned over to tie her sneakers. It was a sight he had never forgotten and was the beginning of his forbidden desire for his sister. To feel her, or see her topless, had been his goal for years. Ben silently cursed the hand of fate for having decided that his first opportunity to touch his sister's breast would have to be at such an awkward moment. Be careful what you wish for, he thought to himself. "Okay-- do you want me to turn the water on for you while you go?" Krista was still clutching her brother as they stood in the bathroom beside the toilet. His erection was beginning to tent his hospital gown and all he wanted was for her to leave the room. "No, I'll be okay," he said, staring at the porcelain bowl. Ben waited while his sister stepped away from him, then gave her an annoyed look when he saw her standing with her back to him at the closed door. "You can leave me alone, Kris. I'll let you know when I'm done," he said, sounding peevish. "No. Sorry, Ben. I'm staying right here to make sure you're okay -- hospital rules," she said. "If you fall and hurt yourself, my neck will be in a noose. I could get fired." Ben let out a groan and tugged at the hem of his gown, dragging it over his swelling cock. He looked down at his erection and drew in a deep breath. He struggled to think of anything or anyone else besides his sister as he held his shaft in his hand. He felt it twitch a bit when he touched it. The veins had begun to bulge. He tried to pee, but he was too hard. "What's the matter, little brother -- got stage fight?" Krista giggled. Just the sound of his sister's soft voice ringing out in the small bathroom made Ben's cock throb and thicken more. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, but as his gaze moved down her back to how her firm ass looked in her tight jeans he felt his cock rise even more. He looked back down at his erection and closed his eyes, breathing faster as his face became hotter. Krista waited for the sound of her brother's bladder emptying as she stared at the wooden bathroom door. She smiled to herself as she surmised the problem, having felt his fingers rub over her breast as they made their way towards the bathroom. She had noticed the slight tent in his gown before she turned away from him and had to force herself to not stare at it. Her clit was swollen and she felt herself becoming wet while she waited for her brother to pee. After close to two minutes of silence Krista grew impatient. She began to worry that standing for so long would weaken Ben. "Look, let me just turn the water on." Krista backed up towards the sink, staring straight ahead. When he saw his sister moving towards him, Ben grew panicky. "No, just stay there," he blurted out, turning towards her without thinking first. A sharp pain shot up his back and he cried out. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, clutching his lower back. Krista whipped her head around from the sink towards her brother. She immediately saw the alarmed expression on his rosy face. His wide eyes met hers as he clutched his hospital gown in his left hand. When her eyes moved further down she saw his hard cock. It was thick and somewhat darker than his flushed cheeks. It stood straight out from a thick patch of dark, curly hair below his muscled abdomen. His heavy balls hung loose below his shaft and moved a bit when he did. Krista gasped, unable to move as her eyes slowly moved from the swollen mushroom head of brother's cock and up the thick shaft with bulging veins. She noticed it rise higher and twitch as he stared at her with a mortified look on his red face. Krista smiled at him. "Now I see what the problem is," she said in a soft voice and grinned. "Just leave me alone, Kris," Ben snapped, tugging his gown down over his erection and trying to cover himself with his hands. Krista turned quickly and locked the bathroom door, then moved back over to stand beside her brother. He looked scared as she approached, but she noticed his eyes flit down to her chest. She smiled, running her eyes up and down his body. She could feel her hard nipples rubbing against the inside of her bra and wondered how obvious they were through her sweater. Apparently enough to get her brother's attention, she thought to herself. Krista stood beside her brother and tugged his gown back up, clutching a fistful with her left hand. "Let me help you with that, Ben," she said, almost whispering. "No... dammit, just go, Krista," he said, sounding angry. "Ssshh... someone will hear us," Krista said. She knew her brother was probably too excited to feel like resisting much. Plus, she had noticed him ogle her many times over the years and assumed that this was not the first erection of his that she had caused -- just the first that she was fortunate enough to see that wasn't hidden behind tight denim. And the first she intended to relieve him. Ben could feel himself beginning to sweat. When he felt his sister's soft hand cup his balls and gently squeeze them he moaned. Her skin was soft and warm and her touch gentle as she fondled his sac. She squeezed them a bit and rubbed them with her palm. He felt weak when she gave his cock a squeeze, then began to slowly stroke it. "Oh god..." he sighed. "Ssshhh...," his sister hissed again. She ran her thumb over the head of his cock, spreading his precum around and smiled into his eyes. "Does that feel good, Ben?" she whispered. "Uh-huh," he grunted, nodding his head. "Relax and enjoy it, little brother. I will." Krista's soft voice was thicker now as she grew hornier. Ben gripped a chrome metal bar affixed to the wall beside the toilet and breathed heavy. He looked down at his sister's hand as she stroked his cock and rubbed his balls. He could feel her breast rubbing against his right arm, which added to the overall sensuous experience. His eyes shifted to the right and he looked at her thick nipples pushing out at her sweater. He wondered if she would let him feel her, but did not dare do anything that might make her stop. Krista stared at her brother's thick cock as she pumped it with her fist. She pulled at it so the swollen head was pointing up towards her. She licked her lips, and for a moment contemplated taking it in her mouth, then decided that was probably going too far with him. Besides, she wanted him to cum quickly. Having one of her co-workers discover her eagerly sucking her brother's cock was the last thing she wanted. She watched his balls shake as she jerked him harder and listened to him panting. When Ben let out a deep moan and his body tensed Krista gripped his rod harder and stroked it faster. Seconds later she saw a stream of thick cum erupt from it, splashing over the toilet and landing in the bowl. Krista kept pumping her tight fist, smiling as he shot two smaller blasts of cum. She felt some land on the back of her hand and run down her fingers but she kept stroking him. Once she felt him relax and begin to soften she reluctantly let go of his spent cock, gliding her fingers over his balls one last time. "There... feel better?" she softly asked and smiled. "Ah... yeah... thanks," her brother said with a sheepish grin. Krista turned and went back to the sink, intending to wash her hands while Ben used the toilet. When she saw his thick cum glistening on her hand she darted her tongue out, licking it all up. After she lapped his cum off of her, Krista washed her hands, listening to the sound of him pissing. Once Ben had finished emptying his bladder, she took some paper towel and wiped his thick semen from the toilet before flushing it -- although she wished she could have tasted more of it. After Ben was back in his bed he seemed anxious. Krista felt the tension too. She attempted to make conversation, but they both felt nervous and avoided one another's eyes. After close to a half hour Krista looked at her watch and stood up. She hoisted her purse over her shoulder. "I should be going. I promised Mom I'd stop in later," she lied. "Ah... okay. Well, thanks for... ah, stopping in, Kris," Ben said, giving his sister a nervous smile. Krista nodded. "No problem. I'll try to get in again tomorrow." That night Krista laid in bed and made herself cum over and over until her clit ached and her sheet was soaked with her juice. She imagined committing all sorts of obscene acts with her younger brother and allowing him to do things to her she had previously refused to allow boyfriends to do. The image and feeling of Ben's cock would not leave her mind and she fantasized about it filling her everywhere and anywhere he wanted to put it. ### When Krista woke the next morning her hand was still resting on her wet pussy. She smiled and moved her hips, feeling her clit swell. She had a shift at the hospital that night and planned to visit Ben before that. At least she would have an excuse to leave if she became too nervous around him. It was almost nine thirty that morning. Krista planned to do grocery shopping that afternoon, but there was still plenty of time to cum a few times, she thought to herself. She could not get the image and feeling of her brother's cock out of her mind and needed some release. That evening after supper Ben was happy to see Krista enter his room. He was also relieved. He worried that what had happened in the bathroom would cause irreparable damage to their relationship. As much he had enjoyed getting a hand job from her, and would love for it, or more, to happen again, nothing was worth the risk of them being estranged. "How have you been feeling?" Krista asked. "Good. Dr. Green said I might be able to go home sooner than he thought," Ben replied. "That's great. I bet you can't wait to get out of here." Ben widened his eyes and nodded. "Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed. Krista was wearing purple scrubs and sitting in the chair beside Ben's bed with her legs crossed. He did not want her to catch him staring, but could not help but notice how her bust filled out the tight purple top she was wearing. As soon as she had entered the room his cock had begun to stiffen, but it had been in that state almost constantly since he had last seen her. Even after quietly masturbating that night once the hospital grew dark was not enough to sate his libido. He wanted his sister with an even greater intensity than ever before. T.L.C. "Is everything OK?" He asked, peering around the door jam. She jumped at the sound, and shoved him away, slamming the door none-too-gently in his face. Then she pressed her hand against her abdomen and winced. "It's fine. I'm fine. Just go." Her exasperated voice ordered. He ignored her and leaned up against the wall, waiting. He heard a squeak as she turned the shower on and his mind raced with images of her body; naked, hot and wet. He tested the door, finding it unlocked, and slipped inside the bathroom. Her silhouette was framed against the cream colored shower curtain. He could hear her cursing to herself as she struggled to lift her arms over her head to shampoo her hair. He quietly peeked around the curtain, seeing her eyes closed; he quickly shed his clothes and stepped up behind her, making a small noise to announce himself. "Jesus!" Startled, she spun around, and slammed smack into his hard chest. His arms came up around her, pulling her wet body against his, gingerly. She wiped at her eyes, which had gotten soap in them. He used the pads of his thumbs to help rinse them, then moved his hands up to wrap his fingers around her wet hair and lift her face to his. She blinked, testing to make sure the soap was out of her eyes and stared at him. "What do you think you are doing?" She demanded, her hands coming up between their bodies to push him away. "Get out of here." "You're a pushy broad, aren't you?" He laughed at her. "I'm helping you wash. You seemed unsteady and in pain and you now have soap in your eyes. Just close them, I'll help you." "The soap got there because you startled me. I'm only pushy because you are being pushy with me." She poked his chest as she spoke. "Now get out. I can take a shower by myself." Her knees were still weak, this time the culprit was not just her silly body, but mostly the very wet and hard man before her. But, she wasn't about to admit weakness. She wasn't about to end up in this very wet man's arms, nor in bed with him. That just wasn't on the agenda. She scolded herself when her eyes wandered to his growing erection. He watched her in amusement and mistook the direction of her eyes for interest. He knew "invitation" was pushing it. "Turn around, I'll soap you up." He was already pouring her liquid body wash into his hands. She sighed, held onto his arm and complied, because she was, she'd admit to herself at least, feeling weak again. The pain from the surgery was taking a lot out of her. He worked the soap into a lather and then went to work. His touch was magic, sending tingles across her skin. When his hard body pressed against hers, she groaned inwardly. He was gentle, but not overly-so and he took his time and was efficient. He started at her shoulders, massaging them as he massaged the soap in. Then slid his hands down her back, playfully squeezing her butt on the way down. She rolled her eyes. He moved to face her and his hands continued to skim down her arms, to her hands. He paused and lifted them to his lips so he could kiss her fingers, while gazing into her eyes. She pulled her hands back and looked everywhere but at his face, as he washed the front of her body, slipping against her soft skin. He was very careful of her incision. Then, he made his way down her legs. He lifted one foot at a time, while she held onto his shoulders and massaged each toe, tickling her in the process. She tried to cover up her giggle with a cough. He knelt before her and leaned forward to gently kiss all around her incision, with a boyish grin upon his face. How could she be mad at that? She wondered. OK, so far, nothing too sexual. She could handle that. Then he rose, with a look in his eye that had her heart aflutter and mind screaming warning. She felt his fingers brush across the swell of her breast and she looked down to see her nipple pebble up in response. His fingers caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between them. He looked down, then back into her eyes, before he lowered his head and took one wet nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling expertly around it. Her body arched in response and he mistook her growl of annoyance as encouragement and let his other hand glide down her abdomen. The combination of steamy pounding water, hot wet mouth, and tantalizing touch, sent her over the edge, literally. She cried out as she lost her balance and started toppling over the tub's edge. He leaped into action and caught her before she could fall, swooping her soaped-up soaked body into his arms. He climbed over the tub and strode out of the bathroom. "Wait, I'm still soapy." She observed. He nodded, stepped back into the spray, assured himself they were both thoroughly rinsed off and did the same thing again, stopping to grab a towel off the rack and her cosmetics bag. He draped the towel over her. She was breathless by the time he lay her in the bed and eased her back against the pillows. He unzipped the bag and found what he needed: gauze, medical tape, disinfectant solution, and ointment. He set about tending to the incision on the right side of her lower abdomen. He knew it hurt her and offered her one of her pain killers she had sitting on the bedside table. She gratefully accepted it and the glass of water he held out to her, then sighed and tried not to wince as he re-covered the site. "Does it hurt really bad?" The first time he had asked about it. "It's tender." She cringed. "Oh hell, it hurts like a mother." She admitted, reaching for a pillow. He beat her to it and placed the pillow gently against her abdomen to brace herself. "Thanks. Why are you doing this?" "I want to." Was his simple reply. "I do know how to clean and take care of an incision, it is my livelihood after all." She reminded him, while being impressed with his ministrations. "I know. You take such good care of other people, you deserve to be taken care of, for a little while." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate it. But it's a little unnecessary, really." "Will you stop talking and relax, just for a minute, please?" His eyes begged her to comply. She yawned and started to stretch before she moaned in pain. "I hate this. I hate feeling incapacitated like this." She complained. "I know it is hard for you. But you have to learn to listen to your body and slow down and relax. Why don't you lie back, close your eyes and try to get some rest." He suggested, pulling the blankets up from the bottom of the bed. She was still naked and seeing her that way was going to make it hard to leave her there, untouched. "What are you going to do?" Curiosity getting the better of her. "Make you something to eat, I suppose." He tucked the blankets around her and turned away. But her hand on his arm stopped him. He turned back. She looked so damn cute, with her wet hair, big eyes, and annoyed look she still wore. "Do you need something else?" The question out before he could stop it. "You could sit with me." Her voice softened. "I'm not so sure that's such a good idea." He stated blankly. "What? So you can barge into my bathroom, jump into my shower, get me all hot and bothered, tuck me into bed and leave, just like that? You ask me if I need something and I'm telling you I need you stay with me and you won't? Helluva guy." She replied, anger clouding her eyes. "It isn't that. Dammit! If I stay here with you looking all hot and bothered and sweet and needy, I might ignore the doctor's orders, work around that incision of yours, and not just nestle myself into your bed, but into you." There, it was out, he'd just admitted he wanted her. The blush rose furiously to her cheeks and her jaw dropped open. That was not the response she was guessing on. She had figured he was bored or had something better to do than watch her all night. "Um, OK. Well." She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "I see." "No, I don't think you do." He growled out as he claimed her lips in a possessive kiss, leaving her flustered, light-headed more than she already was, and yearning. Then because he couldn't resist, he kissed her again, more softly this time. His lips gently coaxed her lips apart, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands back in her hair again. He loved the silkiness of it. "But. You could just hold me. That's all I was asking for anyway." She said, giving him puppy dog eyes that were hard to resist and pushing her wet hair out of her face. "But you would end up getting more than that, trust me on this. It is safer if I go sleep on the couch and you stay here and get your rest." He tried reasoning with her. She held the pillow against herself and struggled to sit up. "What are you doing?" He let her hold his arm. "Can you get me a nightgown out of my bottom drawer." She pointed. "What for?" He asked, confused. "I'll put that on, then you won't have to look at me naked." She grinned at him. "Then, you are going to climb into this bed and hold me. No arguments." "You drive a hard bargain." But he did as she asked and went to her drawer, seeking out a soft nightgown for her to wear. He kept his eyes on her face in the mirror, so as not to be tempted by the lingerie in her drawer. He cursed inwardly when he felt satin slide against his hand and pulled out a cotton nightgown, quickly tossing it to her. She giggled and struggled to sit up further. "You can close your eyes, but I'm going to need you to help me put this on, OK? And just so you know, I'm not that fragile. You can kiss me and we can even get playful. I'm healing well." "No! If we start getting playful, that will lead to frisky, which will lead to foreplay and then some. We can't chance it. You aren't recovered enough." He lay down the rules, firmly. She sighed in response. "What if I don't want to be careful? Argh! Fine, fine. Just help me on with the nightgown and then get in bed." He nodded and helped her into the nightgown, then readjusted her pillows for her and lay beside her, putting his arms around her. She turned her face to his and returned his kiss. Her hair smelled of coconut and her skin smelled like wildberries. He reached for the brush that was laying beside the medicine on her table. "If you go to sleep like that it will be a tangled mess in the morning." He explained, knowing she was about to make a comment. "Maybe I like it tangled." She pouted at him and he kissed her again. "While I do thoroughly enjoy helping you tangle that hair," His hot breath whispered into her ear, " Trust me, you'll be glad in the morning that it was brushed." He ended the argument with a wink. When she felt the first run of the brush through her hair, she melted against him and gave a contented sigh. He knew her weakness. He wasn't quite sure, but he thought he heard her purr in pleasure. More than male pride swelled, then. He subtly readjusted himself. When he was satisfied the tangles were all out, he kissed her cheek. She lay back on the pillows and he stroked her hair, until the even breathing told him she was asleep. He knew he would get none for himself, tonight. T.L.C. What Ben found discouraging, however, was knowing that what had happened with Krista was the result of unusual circumstances and almost undoubtedly done out of pity for him. It was a once in a lifetime occurrence that they would probably try their best to pretend never happened, much less speak of or repeat. Still, he was glad to see and hear that she was not acting any differently towards him. She was as pleasant and friendly as always and he found that reassuring. He was also glad for her company. Now that he was recovering, he began to find the time in the hospital boring. Krista's visit that evening seemed to pass quickly and he was disappointed when it was time for her shift to begin. ### One afternoon when Ben had been in the hospital for over two weeks he was surprised to see Dr. Green and his sister enter his room. He found that his doctor had a rather sombre look on his face and feared that they had come to deliver bad news. He worried that perhaps they had discovered further problems with his back, although he felt fine and had no pain. Krista stood behind the surgeon, expressionless. After a few moments of silence Ben grew concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked, darting his eyes from the doctor to his sister. "Nothing's wrong, Ben," Dr. Green assured him in a calm voice. "Actually, I have some good news for you." "What?" Ben asked, growing excited. "Your sister and I have had a discussion and I've decided to release you into her care." "What?" Ben asked, unsure of exactly what the man meant. "Normally, a patient with your injuries and the type of surgery you had would remain hospitalized for some time longer. But Krista has agreed to take you in and oversee the rest of your recovery," he explained. "Take me in?" Ben asked. "You'll be staying with me for a couple of weeks while your back heals completely," Krista explained. "What? No. Just send me home. I'll be fine with Mom and Dad. I'll sit on the couch all day and watch TV. I won't do anything I shouldn't. I promise," Ben said, almost pleading with his doctor. Dr. Green sighed and looked at Krista. "Ben, I've explained how crucial it is for you to take it easy and still have help with some things so you don't over-do it. Now, you can stay here and eat hospital food and watch Oprah and Wheel of Fortune every day, or come stay with me for a while. It's up to you." Krista folded her arms and gave her brother a smug grin. Ben frowned and cursed under his breath. "Alright. I mean -- thanks, Krista. I know you're doing me a huge favour and I really appreciate it, but I don't need a babysitter. Besides, who'll be watching me while you're at work?" He gave his sister a cocky grin. "It's taken care of. I booked some vacation time," Krista explained. No... Kris, don't waste your vacation time on me." Ben looked up at his sister and frowned. "It's my vacation time and I can waste it however I want," she said, then playfully stuck her tongue out and laughed. "Well, thanks," Ben said, grinning. "I really do appreciate it. I'm so damn glad to be getting out of here." "I know. You're welcome," she replied. "Now, Ben, you must realize that you can't rush right back into doing all the things you did before your accident. That includes no walking up or down stairs in case you trip. I also want Krista to keep an eye on you when you get in and out of the tub, so you don't fall. I don't want to see you back here with another back injury. Do you understand?" Ben laughed. "If you see me back here, it will probably be because of food poisoning from Kris' cooking." Krista and Dr. Green laughed. "Okay, I'll go sign your release form and get someone sent up to cut your cast off," Dr. Green said. "I'm sure you'll be glad to be rid of that." "You bet," Ben replied. After his doctor left the room Ben gave his sister a wide smile. "Thanks again for all this, Kris. I just don't want to be a nuisance though," he said. Krista shook her head. "Don't worry -- you won't be. To tell you the truth, some time off will be nice. We can hang out and watch TV and movies. We haven't done that in ages. I stopped by the house and threw some things of yours in a suitcase. It's in my car." "Wow... you think of everything," he said, surprised by his sister's thoroughness. "I try to. If there's something you really need, we can get it. But there's enough stuff already packed to last quite a while," she said. "Thanks again, Kris." Ben looked up at his sister and smiled. He already loved her, but he loved her even more for what she was doing for him. He knew it was a sacrifice and it meant a lot to him. ### Ben was excited as his sister drove him to her apartment. He was glad to be wearing his own clothes once again, but even happier to be free of his cast and out of the hospital. Once all of that sank in he confronted the reality of living with Krista for a while. During their conversations they had not even hinted at the hand-job she had given him that day in the bathroom. Judging from her behavior and cheerfulness, she had either forgotten about it or it did not matter to her, he concluded. But it mattered a lot to Ben. He thought about it often, which never failed to make him hard. By the time he was following Krista towards the elevator at her apartment building there was a bulge in his jeans. "Well, it's not fancy, but it beats a hospital, I hope." Krista sat her brother's suitcase down in the living room of her apartment and looked around. "It's perfect. Thanks again, Kris," he said, beaming a smile at her. "You're welcome." Krista gently put her right arm around Ben's shoulder. She gave him a weak hug and kissed his left cheek. She glided her hand down his back as she smiled at him. Ben smiled at his sister, feeling nervous. He had put his arm around her as she hugged him and noticed that he could not feel a bra strap through her blouse. Now her right breast was rubbing over his left arm. He could feel it move slightly when she hugged him, which fed his erection. His eyes shifted slightly, just enough for him to be able to see the shape of her nipple pushing out from the light blue fabric of her blouse. "So, you must be hungry. What would you like?" she asked. Ben thought for a moment, then shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Anything will be better than hospital food," he said. "Even my cooking?" she shot back with a chuckle. "Ah... probably." Ben looked into his sister's shimmering brown eyes and smiled. "Feel like ordering out? How's pizza sound? My treat," she suggested. "Great. Thanks, Kris," her brother said. Ben sat down on the couch and turned the television on while his sister ordered the pizza. Several times he stole glances at her, thinking how pretty she looked and how her tight blouse and black skirt hugged the prominent curves of her impressive body. When she turned to put the phone away he ran his eyes over her nicely curved hips and firm, round ass. Ben shifted on the couch as his erection grew. "Okay, they said it should be here in forty-five minutes," Krista said. She sat down beside her brother on the couch. Krista leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs. She felt the pressure of her soft thighs on her sensitive clit. It had begun to swell and tingle as soon as she and Ben had arrived at her apartment. Now she could feel her wet lips slide together, making her panties damp. It had been a long time since she and her brother had been alone together without their parents or someone else present. She was glad to be able to spend time with him, but wondered how giving him that hand-job had harmed their relationship. She had no regrets whatsoever and would be quite willing to repeat it if Ben was interested. But only providing that she was reasonably sure that it would not somehow have a negative impact on her relationship with her brother. Ben and Krista talked and watched television while they waited for their pizza to arrive. When she heard the buzzer at her door sound she went to answer it. After paying for the pizza, Krista brought it over to the coffee table. She sat it down, then pulled the table closer to the couch. "Thanks, Kris. I'm starving and this looks really good," Ben said. "You're welcome. Enjoy!" she said. Krista slid forward on the couch and pulled a wedge of pizza from the box. As she drug herself over the couch cushion she felt her skirt slide up her thighs. She tilted her eyes down as she took a bite of pizza. She noticed that more than half of her smooth, tanned thighs were now uncovered. For a moment she thought about tugging the hem of her skirt back down, then decided not to. From the corner of her eye she saw her brother steal a glance at her legs. It excited her and she wondered if he was getting hard. Now the image of his thick cock filled her mind, like it had so many other times recently. Despite it's girth, she knew that she was already wet enough for him to have no trouble to slide into her -- unless he would rather fuck her mouth, she thought to herself. Either way, she wondered if he would be inside her before his stay was over. The more Krista thought about it, the more she wanted it to happen. "That was good," Ben said after he had finished eating. "Thanks again, Kris." "You're welcome," his sister said, munching on her last few bites. Ben leaned back on the couch and stifled a belch. Krista turned her head towards him and laughed. "I guess you're full," she joked. "Just making room for more later." Once she had finished her pizza Krista turned towards her brother. "So, how about I show you where I put your stuff?" she suggested. "Sure," her brother replied. Krista picked up her brother's suitcase and lead him into her bedroom. Ben followed, looking around her bedroom. It was tiny, with off-white walls and a window to the left. In the corner diagonally across from the door was a single bed in the corner. To his left Ben saw a bare pine bureau. Beside that, a full-length mirror was affixed to the wall. His sister walked over to the bureau and opened the top two drawers a few inches. They were empty. "I moved some of my stuff around to make room for your clothes," she explained. "There's space in the closet too." "Cool. Thanks, Kris," Ben said, looking in the drawers. Krista smiled and pulled the third drawer open a ways. "These are mine. I better not catch you wearing any them," she teased. Ben looked in the drawer and saw bras and panties of various colours and designs. Most looked frilly and lacy. He felt his cock throb at the thought of how sexy his sister must look wearing them. "Don't worry, I won't. We're not the same size," he joked, snatching a quick glance at his sister's chest. Krista laughed hard. She inched closer. Her eyes locked on his as she gave him a foxy grin. "No... I doubt you'd fit into any of my bras," she said. "Hell, I don't even know any girls who would," he retorted, feeling bold and horny. Krista laughed hard, growing more excited by her brother's pointed comment. "Oh, why's that -- do all the girls you know have bigger boobs than me?" Krista gave her brother a sly grin, hoping to entice him. "You're kidding, right?" he replied. Ben smiled as he listened to his sister's sexy laugh. "Come on, mine aren't that big," Krista said. She straightened her back and looked down at herself. Ben shrugged, but said nothing as he looked at his sister's breasts pushing out at the taut fabric of her blouse. When he raised his eyes and discovered her observing him, he blushed. "I should probably unpack my stuff," he said, hoping to change the subject. "Okay." Krista was surprised and a little disappointed by her brother's abrupt change of topic. He seemed shy and she didn't want to do or say anything to add to that or embarrass him. She sat down on the bed, staring at the bulge in his jeans and recaling the look of what was causing it. "I hope you don't find the bed too soft. I harder mattress would probably be better for your back though," she said. Ben looked up from his open suitcase with a surprised look. "I thought I'd be sleeping on the couch," he said. "Are you crazy, Ben?" she spat out. "Dr. Green would kill me if I let you sleep on the couch. No -- I'll take the couch. The bed is yours." "Now I feel really guilty about you letting me stay here. I wasn't planning on taking your bed," he told her. "Well, you are. And if you argue with me, I'm driving you right back to the hospital," she teased. "Okay... okay," Ben said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll just have to pop in here in the mornings for some clothes, but I'll try not to wake you," she said. "Sure, no problem." Once Ben finished putting his clothes away he turned to his sister. "So, feel like watching TV a while?" he asked. "Sure." Krista got up from the bed and followed her brother back out to the living room. Ben enjoyed his evening with Krista very much. He was glad to be spending time with her, as well as watching television shows that he had not seen since prior to his accident. By the time it drew close to ten o'clock he found himself getting tired. He was not used to so much activity after his stay in the hospital. He had also gotten in the routine of falling asleep early, sometimes just out of boredom. When Krista noticed her brother yawn she turned towards him. "Getting tired?" she asked. "Yeah, a little. I'm still on my hospital schedule," he said. "It's important that you get enough rest so you can heal," she said. "So if you feel like going to bed, that's good." Ben nodded, thinking. "So, am I allowed to use the bathroom on my own now?" He gave his sister a dubious look. Krista nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. Just be careful walking around though," she cautioned. "Okay. I'm going to use the bathroom, then go to bed," Ben said. "I'm going to duck in my room and get something to sleep in while you do that," his sister replied. Ben was relieved to find out that he did not need his sister's help walking to and from the bathroom. He went in nd stood before the toilet. While in there, memories of what had happened in the hospital washroom came back to him. He could feel his cock swell as he held it in his hand. Finally, after concentrating on other things, Ben was able to finish in the bathroom and make his way towards his sister's bedroom. As he walked to Krista's bedroom Ben was thinking that it would be a wonderful change to sleep in a comfortable bed and have some privacy so he could jerk off. When he walked in the bedroom he was surprised to find Krista in there. She was standing beside the bed pulling a blue plaid shirt, which Ben recognized as his, up over her shoulders. It was open wide and Ben could see her breasts in the open shirt. They were round, with pink nipples and areolas a few inches across which were a little lighter in hue than her firm nipples. His sister's breasts hung down a ways, swaying slightly as she moved. "Oh shit! Sorry, Kris. I didn't know you were in here," he blurted out, turning around in the doorway. "I thought you'd be longer in the bathroom, so I decided to change in here," she said. "I'll let you finish then. Sorry," he told his sister as he stared down the hall. "It's okay. I'm done," Krista replied as she buttoned the bottom three buttons of the shirt, leaving the ones above them undone. "You can turn around." When her brother turned around Krista could tell how nervous he was by the expression on his flushed face. She wanted to put his mind at ease and walked over to him, smiling. "Hey... Ben, you don't need to be so shy around me. We're going to be living together for a while and I know it might be a little awkward at first, but that's okay. We'll get used to it. Till then, don't worry about me getting upset over things like what just happened," she said. Krista's voice was calm and soothing. It put Ben at ease and he smiled at her. "Thanks. I'm sorry about walking in though. Next time I'll knock or something," he said. Krista shrugged. "If you want to -- it doesn't matter," she said and gave him a sly grin. "Now that you've already seen them." Ben gave his sister a confused look, trying to figure out what she might be thinking. Krista's eyes met his and she gave him a look that seemed flirtatious. It turned him on, although he did his best to not react. "What I'm trying to say is: I feel completely comfortable around you, Ben. If another guy had have walked in on me, I'd have been pissed, or at least embarrassed. But with you, it's different." Her voice faded out for a moment, then she said "To me, it's not that big a deal." Ben gave his sister a look of surprise after hearing her remark. "But, I'm your brother though," he said. Krista shrugged and curled the corner of her mouth up. "Besides Mom and Dad, who's the person you care about and trust most?" she asked. "You, of course," he replied without hesitation. "Exactly. And that's how I feel about you. So why should people find it strange that I don't mind it if you see me getting changed..." Ben contemplated on his sister's rhetorical question. He smiled. The subtext of what she had said filled him with a mixture of emotions. It turned him on and bolstered his hopes that one day they might become intimate. But more importantly, it filled him with a feeling of love for her to know that she cared for him as much as he did her. She had conveyed what he could not -- either from timidity, or a lack of being able to express himself properly. "I never thought about it," he murmured, still thinking. "About what -- seeing me topless?" Krista giggled and there was a glimmer in her eyes. Ben blushed, but smiled at his sister's quip. "No. I meant about how you look at it, you know..." Krista nodded. "But do you feel like I do though?" she asked, seeming nervous. Ben smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I guess..." he said with a shrug. Ben was too nervous to be articulate and he wondered if his sister really felt about him in the same way he did for her. He doubted it, considering how taboo his feelings for her were. Then he thought about what she had done in the bathroom at the hospital. He grew horny as he recalled her soft hand stroking his rigid shaft and wondered if her hand-job was done as a loving, erotic act, or merely a mechanical, emotionless way of helping him in a difficult and embarrassing situation. "I wasn't sure, and to tell you the truth, I was almost too scared to ask," Krista said. "Why?" Ben asked, cocking his head to one side. "Well, I was afraid that you'd think I'm weird because you're my brother and it's..." "Forbidden?" he interjected. "Yeah... you could say that," she said. "Although it's not like we're actually doing anything. Besides, with us living together for a while we may as well just not worry about false taboos and modesty." Ben could feel his cock throb as his sister's words sunk in. He was as happy as he was surprised that she was so open-minded about their relationship. He smiled at her. "I guess," he mumbled. "But I still don't want to be invading your privacy. It's your place." "Don't worry about that. While you're here, it's as much yours as it is mine," she told him. "Thanks, Kris. I really appreciate all you're doing for me," he said. "No problem. You're welcome. Besides, you're my favourite brother," she said with a laugh. Krista moved closer to Ben and gently put her arms around him. She eased him to her and rested her head on his left shoulder. When his strong arms went around her waist and he pulled her to him she sighed and felt her clit throb and her pussy react to his embrace. Ben's hand slid up his sister's back as they held one another. When he felt her breasts pressing against his chest he drew in a deep breath and held her tighter, wanting to feel her body firmly against his. He ran his hand down her back again, breathing in her sensuous, feminine scent. He could feel his sister's tummy pushing against his erection, but was too horny to pull away from her wonderful, curvy body. T.L.C. Krista seemed reluctant as she slipped her arms from around her brother and looked up at him. She had felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach as she held him and imagined it pushing into her. Now she was getting very wet and knew that if she grew any more excited she might do something impulsive that they'd both regret. "I should let you get to bed. You must be tired," she said tentatively. "Yeah, I am," he said. "Have a good night." Krista kissed her brother's cheek before leaving the room. Ben closed the bedroom door and quickly undressed. His hard cock tented his boxers as he got into his sister's bed. He smiled, enjoying the softness and warmth of the bed. It was far preferable to the hospital bed he had laid in for weeks. Ben tugged his boxers down to free his throbbing erection then began stroking it. He closed his eyes, thinking about his sister. Masturbating in Krista's bed somehow seemed taboo to Ben and it turned him on even more. He imagined the many times she had probably laid naked in the same spot where he was, playing with her wet pussy and caressing her breasts. Despite being tired, Ben knew that he would not sleep well until he made himself cum. That night he had the best sleep in weeks, lying spent and smiling in Krista's bed after he came, thinking about her. ### When Ben awoke the next morning he was disoriented for a little while. After so much time in the hospital it was disconcerting for a moment to find himself in strange surroundings. Then a smile came to his face when he realized he was at his sister's, lying in her warm bed. His cock began to stiffen and he rubbed it for a while, thinking about Krista. Rather than finishing masturbating, Ben decided to get up and get dressed. He was looking forward to a hot shower. It had been weeks since he had been able to have a shower, instead of having sponge baths or baths with a nurse cautiously keeping an eye on him. He was also hungry and the thought of a real breakfast rather than hospital food spurred him out of bed. He found a t-shirt and a pair of green sweatpants and pulled them up over his boxers. When Ben entered the kitchen he found Krista at the table, eating cereal. She was wearing a light pink cotton housecoat and her hair looked as though she had just gotten out of bed. As he approached her, Ben's eyes ran up her bare calves to the swell of her breasts. Beneath her robe Krista was wearing a white camisole. Ben could see the lacy top of it between the open lapels of her robe. His eyes stayed on it for a few moments before moving down to the shape of her firm mounds. He was hard again by the time he sat down adjacent to his sister. "Have a good sleep?" she asked, looking up from her bowl of cereal. "The best in ages," he said with a wide smile. "You must be hungry," she said. "Help yourself." Ben looked in the cupboards, then the fridge. He decided to scramble some eggs with bacon and hash browns. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a hearty breakfast like that and his stomach growled at the prospect of it. When Ben was nearly finished his breakfast he looked up at his sister. She was reading the morning paper. "I was thinking of having a shower after breakfast. That's one thing I've really been looking forward to," he said. Krista looked up from her paper and gave her brother a sympathetic frown. "No. I'm sorry, Ben," she said. "No showers until you're stronger and there's no danger of you slipping and falling." "Jesus, Kris," he spat out, then gave her a devilish grin. "I should warn you -- if you don't let me have showers, I'm gonna start to smell pretty bad after a day or two." His sister laughed and rested her arms on the paper spread out in front of her. "You can have baths, but there's a catch," she told him. Ben sighed, dreading the answer to his question. "What's the catch?" "I'm going to have to help you in and out of the tub," she said. "Dammit, I'm not an invalid," he spat out. "I can get out of the damn tub by myself, Kris. You know, when I found out that I'd be staying here I thought that it would mean more privacy. Now I find out I still can't take a bath on my own." Krista drew in a deep breath as she collected her thoughts. "You'll have privacy -- all the privacy you want. I'll leave you alone while you have your bath. Take as long as you want and let me know when you're ready to get out." Ben winced slightly. That sounded a lot better to him than the procedure they had followed at the hospital. Still, the thought of his sister seeing him undressed as he got in and out of the tub made him uneasy. As though she had read her brother's mind, or had at least discerned his reluctance from his expression, she said "Are you wearing boxers?" Her yes went to the front of his sweatpants. "Ah... yeah," he grunted hesitantly. "Then leave them on when you get in the tub and take them off after I'm gone," she suggested. His sister's idea relieved Ben somewhat, but not completely. "What about when I get out?" he asked. "I'll hold a towel up for you. I'll even close my eyes," she explained with a giggle. Ben was still wearing a frown, but he was resigned to the situation because there was no other option. "Alright," he said and gave a heavy sigh. "So, are you ready for your bath now, Mr. DeWitt?" Krista asked in the most professional tone she reserved for patients at the hospital. "Yeah," her brother replied with a laugh. "Send in the sexy nurse to help me." Her brother's retort made Krista laugh and she gave an exaggerated pout. "What? Aren't I sexy enough?" she asked. Ben gave his sister a wan smile. It wasn't that she wasn't sexy enough, it was that she was too sexy, he thought to himself. "I never said that," he said. "Okay, well, enough stalling, Ben. If you want that shower, let's go." Ben trudged behind his sister to the bathroom. He stood awkwardly behind her as she filled the tub with hot water. Her hair hung down over her shoulders and her breasts swayed inside her robe as she leaned over to test the temperature of the water once the tub was full. Ben watched her heavy mounds shift beneath the pink cotton covering them and felt his cock stir. Krista turned and smiled at her brother. "Okay, it's all ready," she said. "I'll help you in, then leave you alone. Let's get these off." Krista reached for the hem of her brother's t-shirt. He raised his arms and she tugged it off of him, then tossed it on to the lid of the toilet. "These too," she said as her finger hooked in the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. Ben looked down nervously, watching Krista as she slid his sweatpants down his hips. He could feel the waistband slide over his partially hard cock, then noticed the slight tent in his boxers once his sister had his sweatpants down to his knees. He looked down at her crouching before him. Suddenly the thought of tugging his boxers down to free his twitching cock and pulling her mouth down on it came to him. He felt his shaft give a throb as it stiffened even more. "Okay, now you can go, Kris," he said, turning his back to her to hide his growing erection. Then he flinched when he felt her soft hands on his right arm and side. She gave his elbow a squeeze and his cock throbbed again. "Not until I get you into the tub, Ben," she said. Ben gingerly stepped into the warm water, trying to ignore the feeling of his sister's hands on him and his cock pushing out at his boxers. He sat down, feeling less bashful once the water was covering his lap. He glanced down quickly to his erection, then gave his sister a shy smile. "Okay, now do I get some privacy" he asked. Krista grinned and gave her head a nod. "Yes," she said. "I'll be in the living room. Don't you dare try to get out without my help. Take your time, but let me know when you're done." "Okay," he mumbled, then felt relieved when she left, closing the bathroom door behind her. Krista sat back on the living room couch and parted her thighs. As her hand moved down to her wet lips she listened to the sound of water splashing around coming from the bathroom. She pressed down on her clit through her panties and closed her eyes, recalling how Ben's hard cock looked pushing out at his boxers as she helped him in to the tub. She had noticed it when she was sliding his sweatpants down and it was all she could do to resist the urge to remove his boxers too and wrap her hand and lips around his thick shaft. The memory of stroking it in the hospital bathroom returned to her as she made herself come for the first time on the couch with her legs splayed and her panties down past her knees. Instead of quelling her libido, two orgasms only fed Krista's yearning for her brother. She was still stroking her glistening lips and throbbing clit when she heard him call out to her. His deep voice echoed in the bathroom and just the sound of it thrilled Krista. She lept from the couch, tugging her panties up and quickly pulling her robe closed. "Ready to get out?" she asked as she stuck her head inside the bathroom. She could see her brother sitting in the tub with his arms folded over his lap. "Yeah... please," he said in almost a child-like voice. Krista stepped over to the tub, then smirked when she discovered that Ben had pulled his boxers back on, or maybe had only slid them down to wash himself. Soaked with soapy water, they clung to him like a second skin. She could see the outline of his shaft through them and was disappointed to see that he wasn't hard. She wondered if he had jerked off in the tub and that thought made her clit throb in response. "You look like you just finished a wet boxer-shorts contest," she teased, looking down at his lap. "Shut up," he snapped, then chuckled nervously. "Okay, let's get you out of here." Krista leaned over and reached down and took hold of her brother's right bicep. His skin was wet and warm and she could feel his muscles flex in her hand. They felt good. Strong. She imagined his arms around her, holding her tight, as his wide palms roamed over her body. As she and her brother both stood up, Krista's eyes moved to the front of his boxers. They lingered there as he turned towards her, so his cock was in front of her face. She felt his hands on her shoulders, clutching her tight as he steadied himself to step out of the tub. Her panties were becoming wet and she wanted to reach out and take his shaft in her hand, then her mouth. Krista straightened her back and slid her hand around her brother's lower back. She felt his broad chest brush over her hard nipples through her robe as he stepped on to the bath mat. It made her shiver and she held him tighter, now needing some support herself. When his cock pushed against her stomach Krista almost moaned. She looked down and saw that he was hard and tenting his wet boxers. "Okay, you can let go now, Kris." Ben was standing on the pink bathmat, water running down his body, trying to ignore how his sister's breasts swayed as she helped him from the tub. His hands were on her arms and his eyes were on her breasts. He felt his cock twitch and grow harder. Krista noticed her brother's eyes on her and smiled. She looked down and saw how her nipples stood out from her robe and guessed what Ben was thinking. Then as she ran her eyes back up her brother's thighs she froze and felt her jaw slacken when she saw how hard he had gotten in the few seconds as she helped him from the tub. His shaft had thickened and grown so it pushed out at his soaked boxers clinging to it. She sidled closer to him, feeling the head of his cock graze her right thigh through her robe. Her hand glided down his side as she surveyed his erection. Then she slowly raised her head to look into his eyes. He looked scared and anxious, but turned-on and she felt her need for him grow. "Mmmm... it looks like someone's a little excited," she purred, looking down to his shaft again. Ben winced, giving her an almost wounded look. He looked to his left, avoiding her wide eyes and tempting smile. "Maybe I should have stayed in here to... give you a hand," she drawled. "Didn't you take care of that while I was in the living room?" Her probing eyes met his with a curious look. Ben shook his head. "No," he mumbled. "I tried, but... but I was too nervous. I thought you might come to check on me." Krista stroked her brother's side, still admiring his hard cock. "It looks like I should have," she said. "But better late than never. Let's get these off of you so I can help you with that." When Ben felt Krista pulling his wet boxers down over his hips his arousal was replaced by angst. He looked down and saw a tuft of curly dark hair peeking out above the waistband of his boxers, then gave his sister a wide-eyed stare. "No, Kris. I... ah... can take care of that... later," he said, having to force the words out. "But wouldn't it feel better if I did it?" she cooed. "Like I did that time in the hospital." Ben winced again. This was the first mention Krista had made of the incident in the hospital bathroom and he had hoped that she had forgotten about it. "But that was different," he said. "That was... an emergency." Krista laughed, still holding onto his hips. Now she was pressed against his hard cock and subtly moving her hips, making him even harder and bigger. "You liked it though, didn't you? I know I did," she said. Ben's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought you just did it because... because you felt sorry for me and I..." "Sorry for you?" she spat out and giggled. "I felt sorry for myself that that's all we could do without worrying about someone catching us." Now Ben was even more shocked. Horny too. His body went limp as he looked into his sister's eyes, speechless. "Kris, you don't mean..." he began. Krista untied her robe and shrugged it off. It fell to the floor at their feet. "I've got something that will feel better than my hand wrapped around your cock," she said as she ran her fingers over her dripping pussy through her panties. "Tell me you've never thought about it, Ben." Ben let out a nervous laugh, watching his sister stroke her wet pussy. "Maybe a few times," he admitted, giving her a weak smile. Krista slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She reached out and pulled her brother's boxers down to his knees. She let out a moan of delight when she saw his hard, thick shaft pointing between her thighs. She cupped his heavy balls and gave his throbbing shaft a soft squeeze as her hand moved down towards the head. She stepped closer, still holding his cock in her hand and tugged at it so the head rubbed over her hard, pink clit. She moaned and braced her other hand on his shoulder as she pushed with her hips. When the tip of his shaft slipped between her petals she heard him groan. A second later his hands were clutching her hips. "Want to push it in the rest of the way?" she asked, looking up at him as her fingers stroked the underside of his meat. Ben nodded, looking down to where there bodies were joined in a forbidden coupling. Krista stepped back and quickly pulled her camisole off. Her breasts jiggled as she lifted her arms and tossed it aside. Ben stared at his sister's bare chest, gazing at her perfect breasts and hard, pink nipples like he had longed to for years. He licked his lips and pulled her to him, feeling his hard shaft stroke her wet lips. "Do you like my tits?" she asked, somewhat nervously. "Yeah... they're beautiful," he said in a husky voice. Krista took her brother's hands from her hips and brought them up to her firm mounds. She pressed his palms down on her soft skin, feeling his fingers brush over her hard nipples. She moaned and reached down to slowly stroke his cock and press it to her pussy, coating it with her juice. "In the hospital... I felt your hand on one when we were walking to the bathroom and I wished you would grab it," she said as she moved her hips in a tight circle to rub her clit against the head of his cock. Ben let out a muffled groan as he sucked hard at her right nipple. He had both of her breasts in his hands and was squeezing them hard as he pushed them up into firm mounds. Krista looked down and ran her fingers through her brother's thick, wet hair as she held him to her bosom. She took his right hand from her and drew it down to press his fingers to her dripping pussy. "God, Ben... feel how wet you make me," she moaned, moving his hand so he rubbed her clit. When Krista felt her brother's finger enter her she gripped it tight and rocked her hips to meet it as he began to pump it in her. She could feel his damp skin on hers as she stroked his back and arms. Her loud moan filled the bathroom as his thumb pressed down on her clit and his teeth pinched her nipple and tugged at it. "Let's get out of here," she said breathlessly. "You've been standing too long anyway." Krista stepped back and took Ben's hand in hers as she smiled into his eyes. She could feel her musky juice on his fingers and knew it would soon be coating his thick cock. She brought him down the hall and into her bedroom. "I want you in me, Ben," she whispered. "I love you." "I love you too," he said, staring into her eyes and smiling. He bent down and kissed her rosy cheek as his hand glided up her back to her ass. Turning slowly, Krista guided her brother to the edge of the bed. Once he was sitting down she went to her knees and moved between his thighs. She ran her hands along his thighs, feeling his muscles and hair under her hands. Taking his shaft in her hand, she lowered her mouth down on it, breathing over it as she wrapped her lips around it. She heard him moan and felt his hands on her head as she began working her mouth up and down. She sucked at him hard, feeling his hot cock on her tongue and moving to the back of her throat. She gripped the base harder, feeling him thicken around her tightening lips as he moved in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Krista wanted to taste her brother's thick cum, but there was something she wanted more. With a loud smack, she pulled her tight, wet lips off of his shaft and got on the bed. She lay back and bent her left leg, smiling up at him invitingly as she held her hands out to him. Ben smiled and moved between his sister's soft, open thighs. He ran his hand up and down her left one and pushed on her knee to spread her legs wider. He looked down at her pink lips and the strip of dark hair leading to them. They opened to greet him as he pushed the head of his cock in her as she hooked her heels in his thighs and held onto his muscular arms. "Show me how much you want me, Ben," she urged as her nails dug into his arms. She pushed up, moaning as his cock began to move in and out of her tight pussy. "God, Kris... you're beautiful," her brother moaned, looking down at her. "You feel so good." He softy kissed her cheek and began moving his hips. "So do you... if I had have known, I'd have begged you to fuck me years ago," she said with a laugh as she began to writhe under him as his shaft began moving in and out of her faster. "Like this?" he asked and began thrusting his cock harder and faster into her as he pushed her onto the bed. "Oh shit... yes... like... oh... fuck me, hard, little brother," she cried out as she arched her back. Ben's hand went to her left breast. He grabbed it, kneading it and pushing down so she was pressed harder onto the mattress by his weight atop her. Krista loved the feeling of total submission to her horny brother and closed her eyes as her first small orgasm swept over her. She released a gush of juice as she came, bathing his shaft with it so it ran down to his balls as they knocked against her. Ben groped Krista's breast and pulled at her thick nipple as he continued to pump his rod in and out of her tight pussy. He watched the look of ecstasy on her face and her right breast shaking as he pumped into her hard. He knew he was getting close and wished that their lovemaking could go on for longer, but he did not want to finish inside her. T.L.C. "I'm so close, Kris," he moaned, clenching his jaw. Krista was rubbing her swollen clit, trying to make herself cum for a third time when her brother spoke. She looked up at him, pushing back harder to meet his thick cock, stabbing deep inside her. "Cum on my tits," she moaned. Ben pulled his glistening shaft from her tight walls and began stroking it. The feeling of her juice on it excited him and he moved his fist faster. He looked down at his sister, cupping her rounded breasts in his hands and looking up expectedly at him. He let out a loud grunt as the first stream of cum shot from his cock. It splashed across her mouth and upper chest and she moaned in delight. "Mmmm... cum all over me, Ben," she begged as she pinched her hard nipples. With another deep moan Ben watched as another ribbon of cum, then another, landed on his sister. It covered her nipple and steaked her round breast, running down inside her deep cleavage. He leaned closer to her as his tight fingers moved down his softening cock and he wiped one final drop of his thick cum on her pink nipple, pushing the gaping slit hard against her stiff nub. Then with a sigh he rolled over and lay beside her. Krista turned over on her right side and smiled. "God, Ben... you're amazing," she said, still breathing hard. "To think I've been missing-out on that all these years." Ben laughed and ran his hand down her side to her hip. He gave her firm ass a squeeze, then a caress. "Thanks. I was thinking pretty much the same thing," Ben said. He gripped her ass hard as he leaned closer to kiss her pink cheek. Krista returned her brother's kiss and lovingly ran her hand down his back. "How's your back feel?" she asked, looking concerned. "Better than ever," he grinned. "Well, next time, let me get on top and do all the work," she said with a wanton grin. "Next time?" He cocked an eyebrow and raised up on his elbow. "You don't think I can ever not want this to happen again, can you?" she said with surprise. "It was too good. You've spoiled me, little brother. I'll never want another cock in me beside yours." Ben laughed as he pulled his sister to him so they were touching from head to toe. He pulled her silky thigh between his so her soft body was draped over his. "That's good, because I don't think we can turn back now. I know I don't want to now that I know how good and right this feels," he said. "And I'll never want or love anyone more than you." Krista and Ben lay entwined in her bed for almost an hour, cuddling and talking, but mostly stroking and exploring each other's body as new lovers. Ben's damp body had dried-off, but Krista could still feel his thick, sticky cum on her breasts. His thigh was pressed to her wet pussy and she shifted her hips, pushing hard to feel his hairy leg rub over her soft folds. Then she felt his cock move as it hardened against her hip. "Getting ready to give it to me again, little brother?" she joked, looking down at his swelling shaft. "Again and again," he said as he mounted her. "As many times as you want -- until I move out." Krista wrapped her arms around her brother's back, pulling him on top of her. "Who said anything about you moving out?" she said.