It was impossible to be clinical about this. Winston masturbated to images less graphic than what she was showing him now. He was getting lightheaded. “Ummm… the second one. Crazy hot.” He felt heat rising to his cheeks.
“You’re sure? ‘Cause, I want to be a hottie.”
“You’re already there, sis.”
“Awww, that was sweet too,” she beamed, “Now, how about just above my girlie goods?”
“Huh?”
“You know, my bumhole.”
His eyes darted up to the tiny pale star nestled in her asscrack before he could stop himself. “What about it?”
“Does it look good too?”
“It looks like what it should look like.”
“Don’t get difficult on me now. You’ve been really helpful so far. Does it look sexy? I mean, if you weren’t my brother, would you want to lick it?”
“How could you possible expect me to respond to that question?”
“Just be honest. What do you have to be embarrassed about? I’m the one standing here naked. Girls can get their buttcracks laser-bleached. Should I do it? I mean, would you lick it?”
He was giddy with irrational lust and still reeling from the hangover. “Probably… if I wasn’t your brother.”
“Eh, what do you know, you’re practically gay,” she grinned, still looking at him through the triangular space between her thighs.
“That was a cheap shot.” He grimaced.
“Sorry, you’re right. That was below the belt. If you want, I’ll let you take a picture of me like this too.”
“Jess!”
“Okay, just kidding,” she stood up and bounced happily over to him. “Here, hugs to make up.” She stooped to hug him awkwardly because he was still lying down.
“Umm, sis?”
“Hmmm?”
“You’re naked.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She picked up her towel and darted out his bedroom door.
She was barely out of view before she doubled back and rushed to him as he rolled onto his side and he tried to gather his wits after what had just happened. His wit-gathering failed because she knelt and kissed him. It was the same quick, soft peck on the lips she used to give him years ago as children.
“One up,” she whispered. And the years melted away for a moment because that was how they scored their games of stolen kisses.
He was speechless, gaping at his nude kid sister.
“What, you don’t remember our game?” she pouted, standing up.
“Of course I do, it’s just…”
“Hmmm?”
“Jess, honey, you’re still naked.” Her crotch was at his eye level and he nodded his head towards it while trying not to look.
“Ahh! Right! Sorry!”
She darted back out of his bedroom, leaving Winston so dazed and confused that his hangover was forgotten.
Thankfully, the rest of the day was relatively normal. Although he caught his sister looking at him now and again and smirking to herself.
The next morning, he drove her to the hospital for her surgery. He dropped her off at its entrance. “Sure you don’t want me to come in and wait with you?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. This will probably take all day. If you want, you can stop in to visit tonight. If not, I’ll call you to come pick me up tomorrow when I’m discharged.”
That night, Winston did visit his sister although she was completely out of it from the general anesthetic and pain killers. He talked to the nurses and they told him everything went well. He parked himself in the chair next to her bed and watched the TV in her room for a couple of hours. His sister’s only recognition that he was there was to reach over to take his hand when he rested his arm on the bed. They held hands while he watched TV in silence. He left when the nurses kicked him out because visitor’s hours were over.
The next day, he collected his sister when she called. He wheeled her to his truck and together they slowly and carefully transferred her to the passenger seat. At home they put her to bed. It was piled high with pillows so she could sit mostly upright.
He stopped in on her throughout the day, making sure she was getting enough fluids and giving her the prescribed antibiotics and pain relievers.
By that night, she was already looking fairly normal.
He made her a corned beef sandwich, her favorite, for dinner. When he rested the plate on her lap, he paused to sniff at his sister. “Jess, there’s no way to put this delicately. You stink.”
She grinned weakly. “I’m not an expert but I think your bedside manner might need work. You’re right though, I do stink. My last shower was two days ago.”
“Want to try a sponge bath?”
“Really? No fooling?” She looked like a starving person being offered food.
“Sure, I could use the practice.”
“Oh, that would be awesome! I feel all grimy and gross.”
While she ate her sandwich, he gathered a large bowl of cool water, a bar of mild soap, a few washcloths, and a couple of huge towels. Together, they managed to get one of the towels beneath her to keep the bed from getting soaked.
He gently washed her hands and arms. At his urging, she crunched forward a little and he managed to carefully slip her oversized t-shirt off one arm at a time. Beneath it, her chest was wrapped snugly in a tensor bandage.
“Want me to wash your face or would you rather do it yourself?”
“Do you mind doing it? I’ve actually been enjoying this. I bet your sponge baths will be popular someday.” She closed her eyes and he gently cleaned her face.
She couldn’t see him with her eyes shut so he took the opportunity to really look at his sister. Her long dark lashes were pretty. She had great lips too. Even her earlobes were cute. Whether he meant to or not, Winston invariably compared prospective girlfriends to his sister and they always came up wanting.
He patted her face dry and took a small tube of moisturizer from off her nightstand then quickly smoothed some on his sister’s lips. Its sickly sweet coconut smell made him hungry. “We can’t have your smoocher getting chapped. You’ll have a lot of boys waiting to pucker up when you get through this.” He was laying the compliments on a bit thick. Besides, his sister already had her pick of her classmates.
She opened her eyes and looked at him meaningfully. “But I don’t want a lot of boys. I just want one good one. And trust me…” she let that pause go for a couple of heartbeats, “they’re really hard to find.”
The genuiness of her comment hung in the air. It made Winston uncomfortable. He changed the subject. “All righty, it’s time to wash ‘The Girls.’ Think I’ll need a bigger washcloth?” He tried to brighten the mood; humor still his best shield. “Let me know as soon as anything hurts okay?”
Jess nodded as he carefully unwrapped the tensor bandage. “Tunny, this may sound kinda weird, but I’m glad you’re going to be the first boy to see them.”
“I’m not a boy right now, I’m a nurse.”
“You’re always a boy to me.” She smiled weakly. “And always my big brother.”