A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice Sister, Part 3
Copyright © by the Author, 2015
"So how are we doing today?" No sooner had Mom said bye to me and walked out the door than Mandy walked in to check on
me, starting her 'shift'.
"I'm alright, just kind of stiff," I said.
"Oh really? Need some help?" Mandy replied walking around in front of me, ready to aid me.
I pushed the foot of the recliner down and rocked forward to stand up without using my hands. "No, I've just been in the
chair too long."
"Oh, that. I see." I almost laughed at her misinterpretation. "So, what? Your neck? Back?"
"Yeah," I said, stretching. "Maybe I'll run around some today."
"You should walk around, but no running. The doctor said to rest to give yourself time to heal."
"Oh, come on. I can run a little."
"No, Kenneth, it's not good for you right now. You'd be jerking your hands around too much," She said, demonstrating
with a fake run. "And it could mess up your dressing."
"Fine." I walked around the house for a few minutes, but quickly got bored and came back in to sit down. Mandy made sure
everything was set up for me.
"Make sure you drink plenty of water."
"I know, Mandy." She started channel surfing for me, as was our routine. After a few minutes, we'd cycled through.
"There's nothing on."
"Want me to put in a movie?"
"God, I'm tired of not being able to use my hands. It sucks! I can't do anything. Can't play video games, can't take a
shower, can't eat food without help."
"I know," Mandy said sympathetically.
"And it makes me feel bad that you guys have to wait on me constantly."
"Don't worry about that, Kenny. I don't mind, really. I don't have that much to do in the summer when I'm not
babysitting, anyway."
"It's not your fault my hands got burned, you know. I'm the one who grabbed the damn pot wrong."
"Well, it's a little my fault," she replied. "And you know I'd help you out either way." I knew she was right. Helping
others was just Mandy's nature. "Aaaand, it's good practice for babysitting," she smirked.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said.
"Oh, I'm just kidding. You're not nearly as much trouble as a toddler. He's always running around getting into stuff.
And doesn't always smell that great." There hardly ever seemed to be anything out of Mandy's mouth that you couldn't
imagine her saying to some old lady at church.
"Hate to break it to you, but I'm not the best smelling either," I said, raising an arm. "I need to take a bath. Haven't
had one since Saturday. Should of had one last night, but they're such a pain in the butt. I hadn't taken a bath in
years. I have to use that stupid scrub brush, which I can't really hold with my wrists, so I just end up laying there
soaking in soapy water for a while with my arms sticking up, then get out and put on that bathrobe to dry."
"Why don't I help you?"
"What?" I should have seen that coming. I needed to stop bitching about my hand problems around Mandy. It just drove her
to find more ways to help out.
"It'll be okay. I give Aiden a bath every time I'm over there. It's no big deal."
"No, I don't think so, Mandy. I'll just feel stupid being washed like some little baby. It's embarrassing."
"We can skip the rubber ducky if you like," Mandy teased. She stood up. "C'mon, you haven't bathed in five days, that's
too long, especially since you're sitting still all day. And I hadn't wanted to mention it, but I have been noticing how
you smell the last couple days."
"Fine, but you don't have to help me."
"Okay, I'll run the bath," she said.
It was Wednesday. Almost two weeks had passed since I'd burned my hands, and some of the blisters still hadn't quite
gone away. And it had been almost two days since the second time Mandy had helped me on another matter. I still had some
very mixed feelings about my sister giving me handjobs, but had been too horny from a lack of masturbation to say no to
her ridiculous offers.
She seemed to treat it only a little different from cutting up my food and feeding it to me one bite at a time. It might
be a little awkward, but she seem to look at both as just ways she could help make up some slack and help her brother
feel more normal while getting through a difficult time. I knew her motives were pure and her conscious clean, but still
felt like I might just be taking advantage of her naivete.
Having done it twice, and with at least a week left until I got the bandages off, I knew she intended to jerk me off
again, probably more than once. And I knew that when she did offer, I'd probably let her.
But to keep my conscious from going completely crazy, I knew I couldn't be seeking it out. If it happened, I'd let it,
but I wasn't going to push her toward it again.
And here she wanted to bathe me. If she'd been someone else, I might have thought it was just an excuse, but Mandy was
always such a do-gooder, and so earnest and honest, that I knew she meant it exactly at face value. So I had to keep
myself under wraps.
I followed in a few minutes after the water started running. "Make sure it's hot, I don't want some lukewarm bath like
you'd give the baby."
"Okay," she said, adjusting it. "So what else do you do?"
"Well, if you could help me with my shirt."
"Sure." I put my arms out and bent over so she could pull it over my head and down over my wrapped hands. "What else?
Get your bathrobe ready?"
"Yeah." I sighed. "Then you have to get the water soapy... gah, this is stupid."
"C'mon now, you need to get clean. It's not so bad."
"Yeah, it is."
"Okay, here, I have another idea. Why don't you take a shower?"
"How?"
"I'll turn the water on and off for you, and you keep your hands up out of the spray." Her wheels kept turning. "We
could go to Mom and Dad's bathroom, they have the smaller shower with glass, so you could rest her hands along the top
of the glass so you don't have to hold them up the whole time."
"A shower would be nice. I guess it could work. I'd only be able to rinse off, though, so I'd still feel kind of bleh."
Mandy shut off the bath and pulled the stopper. She grabbed my robe and I followed her to the master bathroom. "I think
you'll feel better after this. You sure you can't use soap? It'll help you get that good clean feel. Otherwise you might
not get all the smell off." I said nothing. "Yeah, you can't hold it, or use the scrub brush in there. Hmm.
"Okay, well why don't I just wash you off in there? It'll be like I'm giving you a bath, just in the shower."
"Seriously, Mandy? C'mon." I shook my head.
"What? I give Aiden baths all the time, it's the same thing."
"Except that I'm your brother, not a baby."
"So? What, you're worried just because I'll see you naked again? You need a good shower and you know it."
"I don't-"
"It's fine." She'd gone into 'I know best' mode, so there was no changing her mind. She looked around, considering
logistics. "Here, wait here and I'll be right back." She rushed off.
So my sister was now going to bathe me, washing me off in the shower. Yet another embarrassing moment to add to the week.
After a few minutes, she returned, wearing a swim suit. "Okay, now I'm ready," she said. She started the water.
I really hadn't expected the swim suit, though once I saw it, it was obvious. Being Mandy, it was, of course, a
one-piece, black with a short built-in skirt, about as modest as girl's swim suits come these days.
Mandy is about six inches shorter than me, with a fairly average body type and round hips. She meant for her swim suit
to be fairly concealing, but it still managed to show off a figure, with the dark color really accentuating the light
skin of her smooth neck and shoulders, as well as her legs. Mandy had great posture, always standing up straight with
her chin up. At times, especially from behind when she was walking, her demeanor made it easy to mistake her for someone
much older; my impression was often of a thirty-year-old mother of two. Her young face and wide-eyed expressions always
gave away her youth, however.
"Okay, well, let's get your pants off." Without waiting to give me a chance, she came over pulled down my pants,
carefully pulling them over my dick.
God, I already had an erection going. "Sorry," I said.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Mandy said, stopping her scurrying preparation a moment but oblivious to my meaning.
"Never mind."
"Okay, the water's ready. Just go ahead and get in with your arms up and rinse off."
"I get it," I said, stepping into the shower.
"Turn around, make sure you get wet all over," Mandy said, holding the shower door open a little to talk to me.
"Yeah, I know." I turned around, letting the water pour over my shoulders, back, and head.
After she seemed satisfied that I was wet enough, she stepped into the shower, closing the shower door. The space was
pretty cramped for two, and being naked with a hard on made me feel extremely awkward.
"Here, stand up against there," she said, patting the glass across from the shower head. I put my wrists up along the
top. Taking up a position behind me, she adjusted the showerhead down so it didn't spray on her head.
Taking the soap, Mandy started rubbing it back and forth across my shoulders, working up some suds, and then proceeded
to rub up and down my back. I sighed, feeling the futility of fighting further, just wanting to get through it now while
trying not to get too aroused. Even when soaping me, her touch felt so delicate, her hands so small, yet confident in
their movements.
"Wait, let me do your hair," she said. She turned and bent down to get shampoo, and I felt her body rub against my butt
in the tight quarters. She took a position to the side by the door, just fitting into the small space, where I knew my
hard-on would be obvious. "Tilt your head back," she instructed, and adjusted the shower head to hit my hair. I
stretched my head back with my arms up, really feeling it in my already-sore neck and feeling very exposed.
Mandy worked the shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp all over. Despite the situation, it felt nice to be touched
like that. Probably only having experience with her own hair, she took longer than was really necessary before rinsing,
but I didn't stop her.
Done with my hair, she returned to her position behind me, soaping up my arms and sides. Moving from side to side, she
worked my hips and crouched to get my legs, crab-stepping behind my butt to get from one to the other.
A looked down at her as she worked, focused on what she was doing and washing every spot. Getting to my butt, she raised
back up and started soaping it without hesitation. I jumped a little when she started, "Oooo."
I heard a soft laugh behind my head, pulling one cheek to the side a little to let soap in between. "Have to get you all
clean."
"I don't think you have to be that thorough," I said.
"It's just like I do with baby Aiden." I knew that the carefulness and attention to detail were simply her nature.
Getting her to cut corners would be only slightly less difficult than convincing her to murder someone.
Moving to my side, her soapy hand suddenly hit my dick.
I jumped, raising my arms from the glass but keeping them straight up while turning away from her. "Uh, you don't have
to do that part."
"Oh please. I always get Aiden's."
"Again, he's a baby."
"So? It's the same thing, yours is just bigger. And I know it needs to be cleaned. Your stuff got all over down there.
C'mon, put your arms back up there before you let them into the water." Without letting me respond she twisted my
shoulder back and started soaping on my stomach. Sighing, I put my wrists back on the top of the glass.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful. Why didn't you want me to do this part?" She asked, returning the soap to my dick. "Are
you embarrassed that's its hard again?"
"Yeah, a little." More than a little. "It's just a little weird."
"Weird how?" It was classic Mandy, always trying to work through problems, even the ones that should obviously be
avoided. As she said it, she soaped up part of my inner thigh, and I jerked a bit as her finger brushed my balls. Her
hand froze on my thigh. "Oh, is it weird because it kind of feels good?"
"Uh, well..."
"Oh, do you normally...touch it in the shower?"
"Well, sometimes..." That's not at all where my thoughts had been.
She moved her hand from my thigh, getting more soap on her hand, and then gingerly touching my balls. "I can see that
this would feel pretty good." She put soap on both side of my balls, then put some soap through my pubic hair. "I've
only washed Aiden so I hadn't thought about it," she said matter-of-factly as she soaped around my genitals.
"It has been a couple days," she continued. So there it was, the next offer. I suppose I knew it was about to happen,
having a hard-on the whole time. "We could wait until later, but it might be easier to do it now so we don't just get
you messy again. Don't you think?"
I felt confused, and found the only thing that came out of my mouth was, "Okay."
"Alright, then..." Mandy replied, pausing. You might think that it was apprehension that stopped her, but I knew her
well enough to tell she was just switching mental gears from one task to another. She set the soap on its perch and
adjusted the shower head, pointing it sideways against the wall, so that all the water hitting us was splash spray. She
took up a position on my opposite side by the door on my right, standing slightly behind me and reaching her right hand
to my dick. "Ok, I'll start by just petting it, like last time."
I looked down over my right side at her, her eye about level with the top of my shoulder. She seemed so feminine there,
petite in what I could see of her black swim suit, her slender arm reaching under my own where it was propped on the
wall. She glanced up at me and saw me looking. She made a sweet, shy smile and snorted a little laugh, looking away.
God, why'd she have to be so sweet? Otherwise, I'd be able to turn her down, probably make fun of her for even
suggesting it. Instead, my will just melted as her sweet, naive fingers petted different parts of my shaft.
"How's that? Is there anywhere particular I should get? You liked it down here?" Her fingers moved to my balls, petting
gently on different parts with her fingertips.
"Yeah, that's nice."
"All over?"
"Um...It's best on the sides and kind of underneath," I explained a little reluctantly. She did so, petting the sides a
dozen times each before moving under. I tensed at the tickling sensation of it, but it soon gave way to feeling like
something else.
Her fingers petted longer and longer on the bottom of my balls, working with each stroke closer to my dick until she was
going half-way up my shaft each time. "Did you like this part?"
"Yeah, that's great." Soon she was running slow caresses all the way from my balls up to my head, touching it on
different sides. "Just do the head a little."
"Okay." She touched the sides alternately, my dick wiggling sideways a little each time.
But it was still a little too sensitive. "Wait, hold on." She froze and looked up at me. "Could you, uh, use some soap?"
She smirked and laughed a bit, then reached past me to the soap bar. "Okay."
"Just, kind of, get it really lathered." I found it really hard to say.
"Sure," she said reassuringly. She got her hands good and soapy before returning the bar and stepping back to where
she'd been. Taking a deep breath, I wiggled my arms and repositioned my wrists along the top of the glass as she got
beside me. She waited until I settled, then reached down with her right hand and took ahold of my dick again. "Just
along your penis?"
"Yeah, and all over. Just get everything."
"Okay." She rubbed it up and down my shaft and over my head briefly, before pulling her hand back. She rubbed both her
hands together again, and then shifted around me a little farther to my front, ducking her head just below my arm. She
returned to my dick, with both hands this time, very slowly and tenderly lathering my balls and on my dick again.
As she rubbed my head, she used all five fingers from her right hand, spread around it in kind of a claw, rubbing up
toward the tip each time. My shoulders sank. "Just like that on the end," I said.
Seeming to get out of lather mode, she moved back to where she'd stood before, using only her right hand, and kept
working the head gently.
"Okay, I'm ready," I said. Taking my meaning after just a short pause, she wrapped her hand around my dick and, slowly
at first, started sliding up and down with the soap.
I took a deep, slow breath, and glancing at Mandy saw her smile a bit. "That's nice, Mandy," I said.
The sliding became quicker, turning into full-fledged stroking. Relaxing into it, I tried to adjust my stance, as I
wasn't used to doing this standing up. "You okay?" Mandy asked, stroking my dick.
"Yeah, just don't want to fall over," I said.
She seemed to consider this. "Here, let me prop you up a little." She wrapped her left hand around my waist, pressing
her body against my side.
"Okay," I said, feeling suddenly a little more awkward. In her swim suit, I could feel some of the curve of her left
breast against me, as well as our skin pressing together.
For more than a minute we stood there together and she stroked me, spray of warm water coming from my side. I could feel
her getting tired, and though I knew she wouldn't let that stop her, I felt a little anxious to get it done. I allowed
myself to focus on Mandy, to think about her in a way I'd been trying to avoid. Her swim suit might have been modest,
but it had turned me on, seeing her smooth skin, how it molded around her breasts. Her slender arm and hand, so hot
around my dick, so focused. And the way she smiled at me. This wasn't some abstract jerk-off; this was my sister Mandy,
hot as hell, in the shower with me giving me a handjob.
Pausing, Mandy released my dick a moment, shaking her wrist. She pulled back from my side a moment, seeing to consider
her position. "Here, let me try this." She moved to my back, reaching both arms around my sides. She groped a moment to
get her bearings, then took ahold of my shaft with both hands, one above the other, and started stroking. "How's that?"
"Good." I took a breath and relaxed myself. In response, Mandy tightened her arms into more of a hug at my sides and
pressed into my back, her breasts just below my shoulder blades and the swim suit on her stomach pressing against my
bare butt.
I needed to finish this. God, her little body felt good against mine, so hot as she pumped two-fisted on my cock. "Mmmm,
yeah. Touch my balls, too." I was going past simple explanation well into the realm of inappropriateness. But her eager
willingness to conscientiously follow every instruction was just too much of a turn on.
She took her right hand off my dick, repositioning her left to the middle, and started stroking again while petting my
balls. "Like this?" she whispered over my shoulder.
I turned my head back. "Hold them, like cup them and keep touching them."
"Okay." She did so, cradling my balls in her hand gingerly and petting the side, while her left hand kept working. It
was less dexterous than her right, and the strokes went a little wilder. Regardless, I was starting to approach, sinking
back a little into Mandy's body. "Should I do it near the top again?" She asked, recalling how I'd had her finish me
last time.
"Yeah," I whispered back, a little breathless. She adjusted her grip and my foreskin and started stroking, faster than
before.
I breathed out slowly and loudly. "Yeah, Mandy. That feels so good. Mandy." She was going fast, my dick flopping about
some in her wild left hand. Stopping, she switched her hands, holding my balls in her left hand while returning her
right to my cock.
The furious but controlled strokes of her right hand soon had me there, and my butt tensed as I thrust forward into her
hands, feeling the spurts of cum against the pressure of her grip. My knees weakened and I tried to keep myself up with
my wrists, lucky to have Mandy balancing me as I dropped a little limply a few times.
Mandy pressed her body against my back and held her arms close at my sides, squeezing me for support, keeping her little
hands locked in position. As I thrust into her hands as I came, she seemed to sense this time she could slow down,
meeting my thrusts with even, firm pressure.
The water kept spraying on us from the side, and I noticed it had gotten just a bit cooler. Totally relaxed, I just
melted into my sister's hold.
She released my dick slowly, carefully opening her arms and stepping back from me. She raised her hands up to look
before sticking them in the water, and I could see the fingers on both hands had glops of cum across them, where it had
run down.
"Did it get on the...yeah," she said, looking over my shoulder. There were several lines on the glass in front of my
where my cum had hit and streaked down. "Here, let me get that," she said, nudging me to the side. She redirected the
water to hit it, then used her finger to make sure each line washed off.
"I guess we need to get the soap off now," she said, tugging my arm to pull me closer to the water.
"Wait. First could you...pull up the foreskin. It can sting a little at the head when sprayed. Kind of sensitive."
"Sure." She reached her hand out and, deciding where to put it, wrapped around my dick again, stroking it up a little
harder than necessary to push the foreskin up. As she did, a last bit of cum squeezed out. Stopping before my foreskin
closed on it, she took the thumb on her other hand and wiped it off the end.
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