14 comments/ 95652 views/ 52 favorites My Hands My Sister By: aleaffalls I'm an independent kind of girl. I've always done things my own way in my own time. So when I heard the unmistakable sound of a flat tire I sighed and pulled over, determined to take care of it myself. Sure I could have called for help, but running through possible candidates in my head quickly quenched those thoughts; My Mom? Ha! She was great at cleaning up spills in the kitchen, but anything mechanical just put her in a tizz as she put it. My sister? Again, I smiled to myself. She was 19 and more interested in her looks than anything else. She'd be afraid of breaking a perfectly manicured fingernail. Hmm, who else? A man? My ex-boyfriend and I wanted nothing to do with each other, so he was out. My boss from the cafe? Ew! That slimy creep would probably expect me to 'pay him back' somehow. Most men would probably take one look at me and conclude I had never been near a tire iron in all of my 21 years. They'd be right. But I had my pride, and I was going to get myself out of this pickle. I mean, how tricky could it be? As it turns out, pretty damn tricky. After a lot of puffing and swearing, I got the lug nuts off the wheel ok. I got the jack jacked up and was pulling the flat tire off with both my hands under the tire when the jack gave way. Turns out I probably had it jacked up crooked, skewed against some piece of metal under the car. Anyway what followed was the most painful, excruciating ten minutes of my life. The wheel came down on my fingers. Sure it was flat, but it had the weight of the car on it. For a split second I wondered what the hell had happened. Then the pain kicked in. My hands were trapped beneath the tire and it HURT LIKE HELL! I screamed. I screamed, and I screamed. Luckily I was only a few blocks from home, surrounded by suburban houses, and not on the freeway. Within a minute I was surrounded by at least ten or so people. Men getting the jack back up again, a woman calling for an ambulance, and some old lady telling me "I'm sure everything will be ok dear." Oh God the pain! That's when I blacked out. *** I'll skip the ambulance ride and my few days in hospital, with all the X-rays, visitors and so on. Long story short, I had broken four fingers on my right hand and three on the left. Mostly simple fractures it turns out, but I still needed all fingers in plastic splints and both hands from the wrists down covered in plaster with just the tips of my fingers showing. And they would stay that way for at least six weeks, after which I'd have more X-rays to see how they were mending. Six weeks without my hands! I couldn't feed myself, wash myself, dress myself or even pick my nose! Luckily I still lived at home with my mother and sister, so at least I'd have some help. To say I felt helpless would be an understatement. Alone in the hospital room I stared sadly at my huge club hands. A stupid helpless idiot. The drive home from the hospital was unbearable. My Mom kept going through all the things she'd do to help; she was a nurse so this was right up her alley; and my sister Stephanie just sat in the back seat and sulked. Finally I turned around and faced her. "You OK Steph?" Stephanie just stared out the window. Mom shook her head. "She'll be OK Jess. She's upset because I told her she'd have to look after you while I'm at work. I've moved my work hours to the night shift for the six weeks, so I'll be there for you during the day, and Stephanie will care for you during the evenings." Oh that was it, I thought. I'd really be crimping Stephanie's nightlife. At least once or twice a week she went dancing at a club or just out with her girlfriends. At first I was mad that she didn't want to help me, but if I was in her position maybe I'd feel a bit put out too. "I'm sorry Steph." I really was too. "If I could change all this I would. I'm so sorry you have a stupid invalid klutz as a sister." I could't help it, I started to cry. Mom put a hand on my arm. Stephanie's look softened, but she still said nothing and kept staring out the window. Having both hands incapacitated was surreal. I kept wanting to scratch my nose or rub my neck, just the little things we all take for granted. And I was quickly learning how much inconvenience I was in for. As the car pulled into the driveway I couldn't even open the door for myself. I had to wait until Mom asked Stephanie to get it, which she did with an apologetic smile. "You ok?" she asked. I guess she was having second thoughts about keeping up that whole wounded feelings act. "Yeah, thanks Steph." I gave her a hug. "Ow!" She jumped as my clubbed hands thumped her back. "Oh I'm sorry! Are you alright?" I was afraid I had really hurt her. Those things were heavy. "Guess I'll have to cut down on the hugs." Steph stepped up and wrapped her arms around me. "Nah, you don't have to do that." That was the Stephanie I knew and loved. She held the hug a bit, and I've got to say it felt really nice. Maybe it was because my hands couldn't feel anything, but the sensations coming from the rest of my body felt strangely heightened. I could feel her arms on mine, her head on my shoulder, her long brown hair, which smelled faintly of apples, pressing on my cheek, her thigh lightly pressing between my legs, and her breasts moulding into mine, rising and falling with each breath. For a moment I was lost in these feelings; overwhelmed with a closeness, an attraction for this girl. The hug lasted only ten seconds or so, but it seemed to last a lot longer. And then Steph pulled away, holding my shoulders for a second, her cheeks slightly flushed and a slight smile on her face. Something... something had happened. Mom came around the car with my bags. "Let's get you inside. You'll need help unpacking of course, and do you need to go to the toilet? You'll be needing assistance with that as well I'm afraid." Oh joy. I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "Thanks nurse Manning." She just smiled and hustled us inside. As soon as we were in the door Steph breezed past us towards the stairs. "I'll be off to my room then." Mom stopped her with a finger. "Oh no you don't young lady; you can make us dinner." Steph and I just stood there with our mouths open. Stef had hardly cooked a day in her life. Mom was enjoying this. "You can put on some pasta..." Stef's eyes opened as wide as her mouth. "...or maybe toasted sandwiches?" Steph's face lightened a bit. "I can do that." "That's my girl." *** Upstairs Mom started unpacking my bag from the hospital, dropping clothes onto the bed. "Think I might just wash the whole lot Jess." "Uh Mom?" I looked at the floor, wall, anywhere but her. "I think I do need to use the toilet..." Mom switched into efficient nurse mode, and opened the door to the bathroom between mine and Steph's rooms. "Of course dear, follow me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I do this sort of thing a dozen times each week. With total strangers at that." As we stepped into the bathroom my face grew red. Mom's patter didn't help. I was dreading this. It wasn't just that I'd be showing my mother my private parts, it was the fact that she'd be wiping my pussy dry, or even worse, if I needed to poop she'd have to wipe my ass. "I... I don't know if I can do this Mom." "Don't be silly Jess. The first time will be the hardest for you. After that it gets easier." She started undoing my jeans. "Come on, off with with your pants." She whipped down my jeans and then grabbing the top of my panties pulled those down in one swift motion. Mom had stopped and was looking down at my crotch. "Oh. You shave down there..." I felt my face burning. "Well yeah... I have for a while. It, um, feels nice." I looked down at myself and noticed the stubbly hair, and forgetting the strangeness of the situation said, "Of course I haven't had a chance the last few days." "Well I can help if you..." I cut Mom off. "No, that's, um, fine thanks Mom. This is all weird enough already." I gave her a weak smile. The idea of my own mother shaving my pussy filled me with dread and an odd sense of excitement at the same time. "Oh honey, it's all ok. The time will go quickly, and it'll all be over before you know it. Now, why are we here with your pants around your ankles?" I laughed. "Oh yeah!" In seconds I was sitting on the can squirting away while she picked invisible specks from her sleeve. I've got to say this for my Mom; she was an efficient nurse; when she heard me finish she grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper, reached down between my legs and quickly gave me a couple of wipes, dropping the paper in the bowl all in one motion. "Job done." She helped me pull up my panties and jeans and that was it. She washed her hands in the basin and smiled at me in the mirror. "Wasn't so terrible was it?" I gave a wan smile back. "I guess not." "Come on let's go down for dinner. That's if your sister hasn't burnt down the kitchen while we've been gone." We both laughed. Even with the incapacitated hands and all the embarrassment it was still good to be home. *** As Mom and I entered the kitchen/dining area, nothing could have prepared us for what we were seeing. Food was everywhere - spreads with their lids off were strewn on every bench, two open bags of bread, cartons of milk and juice, glasses and plates placed haphazardly around the kitchen, cupboard doors open, smoke coming out of the sandwich maker - the place was a disaster area. All for a couple of toasted sandwiches! And there was my sister, with a full-length apron on, darting from one thing to the next as if she was putting out fires. If all that wasn't enough to stop Mom and I in our tracks, we stood with mouths open as Stephanie turned around to reveal she had removed her pants and was only wearing skimpy red panties, which the back of the apron did nothing to conceal. I stood transfixed, the mess forgotten, as I watched the muscles of her slender legs flex, and her ass cheeks pinch together as she reached for a spatula across the bench. It was amazing. Beautiful. Sexy. Steph had a gorgeous, toned body. I guess all that dancing helped. While my hips and breasts were fuller, Steph's body seemed so lithe, so athletic. One side of her panties had risen up, exposing a cute ass cheek. Watching her twirl around the kitchen, I had the biggest grin on my face and the funniest butterfly feeling in my stomach. I don't think Mom was as amazed as me though. "Stephanie! Where are your pants?!" Steph turned around, with a big dimpled smile. "Didn't want to get my good pants dirty Mom. Then I found the apron." She waved the spatula in the air flicking bits of melted cheese across the room. "I'm a chef!" Mom couldn't help herself; she burst into laughter. She went and gave Steph a hug, then a little slap on her ass. Steph jumped. "Hey! Watch it! I've got a spatula you know! And then we were all laughing. Mom proceeded to clean up while Steph loaded toasted sandwiches onto plates. Soon we were all sitting at the table eating. Well I was technically eating. I was chewing the food that Mom cut into small chunks and forked into my mouth, my two club hands resting on my lap. Steph was sitting next to me, chatting away about her new-found cooking skills, with one bare leg pointed my way. Whenever Mom was busy cutting another piece of sandwich for me, I would take furtive glances at Steph's leg and panties. I was actually turned on by the sight of my sister's bare legs. What is wrong with me?, I thought. Why the sudden attraction in Steph? I had never had these sort of feelings before. Although we had always been close, and had seen each other naked many times as we changed into clothes and whatnot, but I'd never felt these feelings before. It was like a wave of turned-on, loving need washing over me. Mom was talking as she fed me. "I'll try and make it easier for our wonderful chef here..." Stef smiled around a mouthful of food (so cute!) "...tomorrow I'll go shopping and buy some frozen and microwave dinners. They won't be as healthy as our home cooked dinners, but they should be easier to prepare." I grinned at Steph. "And less messy." "Hey! All us world-class chefs make big messes when we cook!" We all laughed again. *** After dinner I was ordered to the lounge room while Mom tidied up and Steph went to her room to change. She came back down ten or so minutes later, wearing her pajamas (a t-shirt and shorty-shorts ensemble) and her hair tied back in a ponytail. God she was cute! Now, I had never considered myself a lesbian but I swear I wanted to lick her long luscious legs as she passed between me and the coffee table. And she smelled fantastic - something fresh yet spicy. "You smell nice. What are you wearing?" She plopped down on the sofa next to me, looked quizzically at me, smiled and shook her head. "Nothing. Hundred percent Stephy-ness; but thanks." That was her? That perfume? Oh god. I looked away, blushing. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Steph still looking at me, frowning slightly, but with a smile. I needed to say something to her, explain what was happening to me, what I was feeling. But then I heard Mom coming, and the moment was gone. Mom walked in with a bottle of wine, three glasses... and a straw. I made a face. "Ew, wine through a straw?" Steph took a glass of wine from Mom, placed the straw in and knelt down in front of me. "Don't worry Jess, I'll be your slave girl. Just pretend you're Cleopatra." I opened my legs as she leaned forward, holding the glass of wine with one hand, the straw with the other and placed it at my lips. I took a sip. "Mm, not so bad I guess. Now slave, I give you permission to partake as well." She lowered her head, but not her eyes. "Yes mistress." Mom laughed. "Oh you two!" Steph stayed where she was between my legs, one arm draped over my knee, and her back against my other leg as she sipped her wine and chattered with Mom. From where I sat I had the perfect view down her top. Her t-shirt hung loose at the front, and I could see the top halves of her breasts. So smooth and round, rising and falling with her breaths, jiggling with her giggles. Conflicting emotions ran through me. One second I was telling myself to stop thinking about my sister this way, the next second I wanted nothing more on this earth than to lower my head to those gorgeous orbs and suck and lick them silly. My breath had quickened, and I was sure I was getting wet between my legs. Oh god I hoped Steph wouldn't notice a wet patch, or worse, smell my arousal. Luckily, Mom stood up and announced she was going to bed. "It's been a long day for me. I'm beat. Steph can you help Jess get changed and into bed please? I'll give you a shower in the morning Jess. And don't look like that - it'll be quick and painless, just like the toilet." I sighed. Realizing there was nothing I could do about it. "Thanks Mom." She bent down to give me a hug and a kiss. Steph stood up, gave Mom a big hug, then settled down on the couch next to me again. Mom headed up the stairs. "Goodnight girls!" "Goodnight Mom!", we chimed. *** Steph gave me another drink of wine with the straw, then sat back with her own glass, with her knees drawn up to her chest. This caused her pajama shorts to come together at the crotch, which revealed a glimpse of her mound on either side. It was shaven as well. My heart was beating so fast! I was trying not to look, just taking furtive glances whenever I thought she wasn't looking at me. This was crazy! I had to stop looking at my little sister like this. After I had noisily drained the last of the wine from my glass, I smiled and thanked Steph. "As nice as this is, with just the two of us hanging out, I think it's time I got some sleep. I'm looking forward to being in my own bed again." Steph got up, grabbing the wine bottle and glasses. "OK, you go up, I'll just put these away and then come and help you." As I walked up the stairs to my room, I realized I needed to pee again. Oh god, this time Steph would have to 'help'. I stood in the middle of my room, and had just decided that I should lay on my bed and pretend to be asleep, therefore bypassing any awkwardness with Steph, when she burst into my room. "Your very own personal slave girl reporting for duty!" But then taking a couple of little steps in my direction, she stopped and hesitantly asked, "Permission to remove your clothes Mistress?" I sighed and smiled. "OK, just drop the whole slave girl thing will you." She grinned wickedly. "Your wish is my command." Slowly Steph removed my t-shirt. Then she undid the button on my jeans, slowly pulled down the zip and lowered my pants to my ankles. I kicked them off. I stood before my younger sister in my bra and panties, afraid of what was to come next, while at the same time, tingling with a profound, excruciating sense of arousal. Steph's eyes darted all over my body. "Are you ok with this Jess? You look scared." "No. Yes. God I don't know. It's ok. I have to get used to it. Let's do it." I took a deep breath, "Take off my bra Steph." Steph could have stepped behind me, but chose instead to wrap her arms around me to undo the clasp, her body pressed against mine in a non-hug embrace. Her body wiggled adorably as she struggled with the clasp. In my current state this of course did nothing but heighten my arousal. I was taking deep breaths now. "Sorry... ah! Got it!" Steph stepped back holding the straps and slowly peeled the bra from my body. I closed my eyes. "Jess. It's ok." I opened my eyes to find Steph looking directly at my breasts and hardened nipples. "You have nothing to be ashamed of big sister. I know I've seem them before, but tonight, tonight they seem more beautiful somehow." Oh how I wanted to say more, but all that came out was a weak, "Thanks Steph." "Now let's get those panties off and your p.j.'s on huh?" "Wait, Steph!" I had to explain the state of my panties before she saw them! "Since getting out of the hospital, I've been, ah, kind of aroused..." "You mean horny? I knew there was something up with you!" I looked down at the floor. "I've been looking at you and..." I trailed off. "Me?! Why big sister, I didn't know you batted for both teams!" The biggest grin covered her face. "I don't! I didn't! I, I mean I don't know what to think at the moment." I was almost about to cry again. Sensing this, Steph stepped in and hugged me. And it was at this exact moment, when so much of our skin was touching, she whispered in my ear, "I'm kinda that way myself you know." I pulled back, my eyes wide. "You're a lesbian?!" "Well, not technically. You know I've had a couple of boyfriends. But more and more lately I've been leaning the other way. So I'm bi I guess. You know Beth?" "Beth? You and her...?" She did that dimple grin thing she does when she's pleased with herself. "We did. We are. Well, we were... She got kinda serious about it. I was more lust than love, you know? But she wanted us to come out and announce it to the world. I wasn't ready for that. Still not. So this is our secret ok?" "Wow," I said, "Wow." Maybe that's why I had been so easily attracted to her all day; she had been exuding an unconscious girl-girl vibe or something. Steph licked her lips. "Now let's get those juicy panties off huh?" "Steph!" I was flabbergasted how this had turned around. From me being so worried about what she would think of me if she knew how I'd been fantasizing about her, to this; her flirting with me! In one smooth motion she knelt down in front of me and pulled my panties to my ankles. Holding them up she said, "Oo you have been a naughty girl haven't you?" My Hands My Sister Ch. 02 Steph led me by the hand (well, she held my wrist above my plaster) out of the bathroom. Although I had just experienced the most intense, satisfying orgasm of my life at the hand of my sister, I was in equal measures scared to death, and the most excited I'd ever been, thinking about what was to come next. Steph and I in bed. Together. Making love. Having sex. Oh god. But... We entered my room just as there were two quick knocks at the door, and Mom entered still tying up her robe. "I heard a noise or something, I thought you might need... Oh..." She looked at me standing there with nothing on. Steph was quick: "Just finished potty time Nurse Manning, and was about to dress the patient in her night clothes." Mom rolled her eyes. "Ha ha Stephanie. Alright, off to bed with you. I'll finish off here and help Jess into her pajamas." And although Steph's disappointment must have been as acute as mine, she hid it well. I guess she had gotten used to hiding things from Mom: after all, she had been having a relationship with another girl for goodness knows how long, and Mom was none the wiser. She turned around and gave me a hug. "Till tomorrow then big sister." And, (cheeky thing!) so only I could see, she quickly ran her tongue back and forth over her top lip. She spun around, gave Mom a quick hug, and then she was gone. I felt like a little girl who'd had her favorite toy taken away. I felt like I wanted to run after her, and hold her, and never let her go. This newfound lust-love was overwhelming. Mom smiled as she took out a pair of pajamas from my dresser. "She tries, but you would have been here all night with her if I hadn't intervened." Yes Mom, I would have! Within a minute I was dressed in my pajamas, in bed, being tucked in like I was small again. "Thanks Mom." I yawned. And although she had interrupted something potentially amazing, I still appreciated her help, her caring. My eyes were drooping. I think she bent down and kissed my forehead, but I don't remember her leaving; I had fallen asleep. *** I was dreaming. In the dream I was stretched out next to a stranger; a dark-haired woman with the most amazing full lips. She started to say something but I kissed her silent. The kiss was incredibly sensual in its intensity; her lips were so lush, so alive. I felt at one with this woman; entwined at the lips. I broke the kiss, but with our lips still touching, I said, "I love you." Steph said, "I know Jess, I know." Steph?! I opened my eyes. Early morning light was peaking between the closed curtains, illuminating my sister's face as she lay beside me, smiling. The dream was real. She raised her hand to my face, and kissed me again, long and soft. My sister's lips; a lover's kiss. She looked into my eyes intently. And then spoke quickly and quietly, "I love you too Jess. And more than a sister should love another. But I can't help it. Something's happened. Something has opened, and I don't want to close it. I've never, ever felt like this about anyone, guy or girl." I kissed her cute little nose. "Oh sweetie, I feel the same way. I've got no idea how we could be normal sisters for so long, and for it to turn around so quickly like this. But I love it. I love you." We kissed again, her hand running up and down my back. Oh how I wished I could rub her back, or touch her face; feel her breasts beneath my fingers, or even just hold her hand. Further away in the house, I could hear little bumps, which meant Mom was up and about. I sighed. "This is too nice Stephie, but Mom could walk in at any moment. I think we should maybe cool it until she leaves for work tonight." Her eyes widened. "That's not until seven or so! I swear I'll explode before then Jess!" I laughed. "We can't have that can we? OK, if we get the chance, I promise to help you explode in a much nicer way. But if Mom hangs around all day we'll just have to wait." Steph sat up on the side of my bed, with her hand absent-mindedly rubbing my upper arm, she did that cheeky dimple-smile of hers and said, "I have an idea! Nurse Stephie to the rescue! You! You stay right here. I'll be back in five minutes" She bent over the bed and placed her hands on either side of my face and gave me a fierce, quick kiss. "Oh god I'm so excited!" And with that she danced from the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts, my arousal and, of course, my horrible club hands. *** It must have been almost ten minutes before she returned. In a skimpy blue bikini! My beautiful, long-legged, sexy sister. I looked at her quizzically. "Are we going swimming?" She dumped the plastic bag she'd been carrying on the bed, as I scooted up to make room. She brushed some hair from her face, and looked at me with an excited smile. "Nope. Here's the deal. It took me a while to convince Mom, then she had to tell me what to do, then she told me again..." We both rolled our eyes at this; that's our Mom. "So. I'm going to give you a shower..." "Oh Steph!" Suddenly I saw what she was up to! "...but first I have to wrap your casts in these waterproof shower cover thingies." She held up a long see-through sleeve that ended in a blue plastic ring with a rubber seal. It looked like a giant condom. My eyes grew big. "Ooo kinky." We both laughed. "And here's the part she doesn't know," Steph continued, "We'll lock the bathroom doors from the inside, then swoosh!, off comes my bikini, and swoosh! I jump in the shower with you, then..." "Swoosh." I whispered. She was breathing heavily. She looked at me more seriously than I think she ever had. "Let's do it Jess." *** This was it. This was going to be much more than what happened on the toilet last night. This was the real thing. Two women, sharing their bodies with each other. I was so nervous, I was shaking. Steph noticed. "What's wrong? You having second thoughts?" A look of fear crossed her face. I buried my head in her shoulder. Wrapping my arms around her as well as I could. "No. No! I just want it... I want it to be... right. I don't want to mess it up. I want to be perfect for you." She pulled my face from her neck, and looked me in the eyes. "It's never perfect Jess. Love. Sex. It's always messy. Uncontrollable. I guess that's why people crave it so much." My little sister; 19 years old and the wise one. I smiled. "OK. Swoosh." She laughed. "Swoosh!" And with arms in the air, swirled into the bathroom. We locked ourselves in. Steph, being very business-like, pulled off my pajamas and after a bit of a struggle pulled the waterproof cast sleeves up my arms. "I need to pee first Steph." There was a fierce eagerness in Steph's eyes. "Can you hold it in for a minute? We can be depraved and shameless, and do it in the shower. Together." "Oh god. You are SO naughty". I laughed. She turned around. "Can you undo me?" I pulled on the bikini string and undid the knot. Steph turned around slowly holding the bikini top to her breasts. It seemed she had seen me naked almost continuously since last night, but this was the first time she would expose herself to me. I noticed a flush to her cheeks, her quickened breath. Slowly, she lowered her top. Her breasts were beautiful. Smallish, but full and perfect. Her areolas and nipples were a lighter shade than mine. A lovely baby pink. She smiled slightly. "You like?" My breath had quickened. "I love." She must have seen the excitement and adoration in my eyes. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed, kissed, kissed me all over my face. I laughed. And with one last squeeze, she let me go and reached into the shower stall and turned on the shower. She quickly lowered her bikini bottom, exposing her hairless pussy. "So cute!" "Yep and very lickable." She said as she pushed me gently into the shower. God I loved this girl! I remembered how my pubic area needed a shave, but was aware of what little time we had. "We can't be in here for too long Steph. Mom will give us 20 or 30 minutes max before she comes knocking." As she adjusted the shower head so we were both getting a bit of the warm water, she said, "OK then. First we pee, then I wash, then you lick." "Got it all planned out huh?" She placed her hands on my hips. "You betcha. Ready to release?" We both looked down at each other's pussy. I needed to go so badly, it started as soon as I let it. Watching Steph, at first I couldn't tell, but then I noticed the water running down her legs had a yellow tinge to it. I looked up and she was smiling. Still holding me, she pushed her hips forward so her crotch was against my thigh. Oh my god, my sister was pissing on me! "Steph!" I half yelled, half laughed. She leaned in more, rubbing her crotch on my leg. "So good.", she sighed. I tried aiming at her, but with the way our bodies were entwined it wasn't working. Then we were both laughing, trying to wet the other girl with our hot streams of piss. It was kinky. It was madness! Very soon our streams turned to trickles, then stopped, and the shower washed it all away. Steph grabbed a sponge and the shower gel from the rack behind her, and started cleaning herself quickly. Her body glistened with wetness, and the foam ran rivulets between her breasts. Oh my god this was exciting! I could not believe it was happening. As soon as she started rubbing the soapy sponge over my shoulders and breasts I felt an erotic charge shoot through me. This was my sister doing this! My sexy little sister. As my hands were useless, and I could not hold onto her or anything while she washed me, she held me with one arm wrapped around me. This meant she was close. And as she started washing between my legs, her wet breasts were rubbing up against me. I moaned. Our moistened breasts mashed together; her soft nipples had hardened and were rubbing against mine. I had butterflies in my stomach, and I felt my sweet sister tremble against me. Oh this was good! She washed my legs quickly, then stood up. She moved her body against mine again, and as the water spilt over our faces, kissed me deeply then said, "Can you do me Jess? Can you make me come?" For an answer, I pushed her against the shower stall, rubbing my wet face into her neck, then licking, kissing her shoulder, the top of her breast, and, not stopping, like a wild woman now, I sucked her wet nipple into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it, nipping it between my teeth. Steph gasped, and jerked against me. If only I had the use of my hands! They'd be between her legs, rubbing, exploring. Oh, how I longed to touch her! For now though, my tongue would have to do. I kissed her other breast, flicked her nipple, then, kneeling down, stuck my tongue in her navel. This time it was Steph who moaned. I lowered my head to her crotch. One day soon I would have to spend minutes (hours!) exploring this wonderful garden, but once again aware of the time, I dove straight in; lapping, licking, flicking, sucking. Her pussy was so wet with water and her juices, every lick and suck made rude, erotic, slurping sounds. One moment I was running my tongue up and down her slit, the next I had Steph's entire smooth, slippery mound in my mouth. What an amazing feeling! I wanted to do this forever! All this time she hardly made a sound over the noise of the shower and the water hitting my plastic sleeves. Tiny grunts and moans, but if Mom had been listening at the bathroom door, I'm sure she would have only heard little thumps and water splashing. Licking up to her clitoris, I hardened my tongue and tried to dig that little flower out of it's garden bed. Steph went crazy. She had both arms out supporting her; her head whipping from side to side, and her hips jerking at my face. Just as I was thinking about what wonders we would get up to tonight when Mom would leave for her nightshift, I was brought back to the here and now by Steph grabbing the back of my head, pushing me into her; I knew she was about to come so I sucked her clit completely into my mouth for the first time. She stiffened, and then her whole body shook as she came, making rapid-fire grunting noises, her thighs convulsing around my head. Finally, the shaking slowed, she relaxed, and slipped down the shower stall until we were both kneeling, facing each other, kissing. Tongues dancing. Sisters. Her. Me. Water running over our joined faces, we knelt, kissing, kissing, kissing. My Hands My Sister She then looked directly at my pussy. "And it looks like you need a shave, or a wax. Do you want me..." I cut her off, "Maybe tomorrow or something? I'm really tired now. But first I have to pee." Steph bounded to the bathroom door. "Yay! Let's pee!" I shook my head, smiling at the weirdness of all this, as I walked naked to my sister, who was now waiting impatiently at the toilet. She dimple-grinned. "I've been looking forward to this!" I spluttered, "What? You have? I've been the opposite. I've been dreading it. I was embarrassed to pee in front of you." "Don't be Jess. It's naughty I know, but this is kinda turning me on." I didn't know what to say. I just looked at my smiling sister as if seeing her for the first time. "Now pee!" she commanded. She moved in front of me, then knelt down, looking straight at my pussy. "You don't mind do you?" She looked a bit worried I'd say no. I shook my head, concentrating on peeing. At first I didn't think I could, but once it started it gushed out. I let out a sigh of relief. So did Steph. "Ohhh. Wow. That's beautiful." I laughed. "You are naughty!" She smiled at me, and grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper. "Now for the fun part!" Still on her knees, she reached between my legs with the paper and started to wipe. She wiped, then she wiped some more. "Steph..." "Just a bit more.." she said and continued wiping. It was getting to me. It felt good. My breathing had picked up, and I was about to tell her to stop, when I realized she wasn't using the paper anymore! It was her bare fingers rubbing my pussy. My sister looked up at me with lust-filled eyes and said slowly, "You're all wet again Jessy." With that she leant forward, licked my right nipple, then took it into her mouth, and at the same time pushed a finger up my sopping hole. I couldn't help myself; I had been building up to this all day. I came. I came, shuddering, and gasping for air, while trying not to scream in case I woke Mom. I came, rocking back and forth on that toilet seat, with my sisters finger inside me, her mouth on my breast, in the most intense orgasm of my life. Slowly I came back to reality. I sat there looking wide-eyed at Steph. Still gasping for air. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmy..." And suddenly her lips were on mine. Her sweet warm lips pressing, searching. Oh my god. My sisters arms were around me, her mouth was on mine, and it was beautiful. It was right. Finally she broke the kiss, and still holding me, our faces just inches apart, we stared into each others eyes; awestruck. And then she dimpled; "Let's go to bed."