For once, Winston was so grateful for a round of I’m-a-slut-and-you’re-gay that he did something completely different. He actually played along. In his best lisp he responded, “Sweetie, they are so grateful to get a piece of my grade ‘A’ cock that they’re happy to deal with a few hairs.” It distracted him well enough that he could quickly soap her crotch.
Jess grinned. “Really?!”
“No! I’m not gay!” He said, exasperated. He came back to her with a second towel to rinse her, both of them aided by the distraction of their banter.
“Pfffft, I meant about the grade ‘A’ part.”
“How should I know? I don’t have a lot of comparative data.”
“Show me and I’ll tell you.”
“What?”
“Come on, you saw my stuff! Hell, you’re rubbing it right now.”
He was. And now he became all too aware of it. He finished and withdrew his hand from beneath the towel before responding. “Look, you got naked so I could help you decide whether or not to get more surgery. Of course I looked at your bits! I’m not having anything done to my junk. No reason for me to drop trousers on you sis.” In his nervousness he was ping-ponging transatlantically for his euphemisms.
“Well, it would make me feel less weird about being naked in front of you for all this. We’d be Steven evens.”
The last two words of her retort tugged at his heartstrings by making him think of when they were kids again. It was another Jessica-ism. Like her inability to pronounce ‘Winston’ or ‘spaghetti’ (she nearly hit high school before she stopped saying “puh-sketty”), Jess had mixed up a few common phrases like “even Stevens” when she was little. She’d twisted it into “Steven evens.”
“No deal chickie.”
“You suck,” Jessica whined.
Winston grinned. “I told you, I’m not gay.”
His sister giggled despite herself. “I meant generally.”
“I know what you meant.” In the pause, he stooped to kiss her on the cheek. “I’m going to go downstairs and grab a bite to eat. You need anything?”
“No, I’m OK. Hand me that black bag before you go though? I’ve got my iPod and stuff to read in there. I’m all TV’ed out today.”
Winston left with the bowl and washcloths. He took the stairs down two at a time. His head felt clearer the further he got from Jessica. His heart and his cock were begging him to go back though. He could handle the second traitorous body part easily enough. When he got to the kitchen he unrolled two paper towels, undid his pants, and masturbated into them. The towels. Not his pants. It took about 5 seconds for him to finish. Now, that just left his heart. No fix for that.
He reheated some leftovers and watched a baseball game. It ran into extra innings and he fell asleep on the couch before it was over.
He woke up in the middle of the night and went upstairs to check on his sister before going to bed. Not wanting to disturb her, he didn’t turn on the light on his way in. He damn near fell on his ass when he stepped barefooted onto a small, hard cylinder on her wood floor. He found the offending object and picked it up to look at it against the small amount of light coming in through her bedroom window. He jerked it back down when he realized what it was.
Holy crap, it was a vibrator. His sister’s vibrator. Now what?
Winston did two things next that he instantly knew that he would deny to his last breath. He’d lie to the Pope if he had to.
First, he lifted that vibrator to his nose and sniffed it.
Second, he licked it. Sweet. Tart. Tangy. Just a tiny hint of musk. It tasted like sheer heaven.
What would happen if the most fantastic smelling, the most fantastic tasting, pussy you ever came into contact with was your sister’s? Your little sister’s? (Nah, don’t incriminate yourself. Let’s stick to Winston’s case). Winston’s cock hit 110% on the stiff-o-meter.
His sister masturbated with a vibrator.
Yep, his sister masturbated with a vibrator.
He had to think it twice for the idea to penetrate fully.
He looked around. On the floor next to her bed was the black bag he’d handed her before leaving to go downstairs. She must have knocked it off the bed in her sleep. It was bad luck that her sex toy was the one thing to fall out into the open. Out of curiosity, he twisted it at the base to turn it on. It didn’t. It was either broken or… he snickered to himself… she’d run down the batteries. He tucked it back into the black bag and slipped out of her room.
Here’s what Winston missed because he was nightblind when he entered her room and so thrown off by his discovery: Jessica was awake for his brief visit. Unlike her brother, her eyes were quite adjusted to the dark. She saw what he did with her vibrator and barely managed not to gasp as she watched. She’d already been having trouble falling asleep. Her brother’s sponge bath had left her in sweet agony. Out of frustration, she’d tried to masturbate with the vibrator but her stomach and back were too sore to do it comfortably. Yet more frustration. She’d thrown her toy to the floor to break it and for him to see. What she saw her brother do only made it harder for her to sleep.
The next morning when Winston checked on his sister he found her already awake but looking tired. “Want another washing today, BT?”
Jessica smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, the sponge bath was fun, but I’d kill for a shower.”
“No showers until tomorrow.”
“How about a real bath then?” she pouted.
“A bath is possible if we’re extra careful to keep your sutures above the water. I’ll go fill it up.”
“Fill mom and dad’s tub? I want the big tub. And bubble bath.”
“Sorry, can’t have bubbles.”
“Ugh, how about that milk bath stuff of Mom’s then?”
He thought about it. “Don’t see why not.”
He went into the master bath and started running hot water into the tub. He doused it liberally with lavender milk bath. When it was full, he helped his sister out of bed and they slowly walked together into their parents’ bathroom.
He’d seen her naked but still looked away as his sister disrobed carefully. His effort to give her privacy was wasted when she cried a quick “Help!”
She was having trouble leaning over in order to step up over the side and into the tub. He lent her one hand and steadied her shoulder with the other from behind. He got a long look at her perfectly heart-shaped ass as she stepped in with one leg.
“See anything you like?” Jess said wryly. He looked up. She was grinning at him in the large mirror on the opposite wall over the bathroom’s double sink.
He stammered that he was watching her get in the tub, not ogling her butt.
“It’s okay Tunny, it’s actually kind of a compliment. Guess my booty is so sweet that even my big brother can’t help checking it out.”
“Yeah, and umm… I’m gay.”
“That’s right, you’re gay,” she gave him a funny, challenging look.
Together they gingerly eased Jessica into the tub. When she tried to lean back, they hit their next problem. Their parents’ extra long tub was too long for her to reach the other side with her feet and stay upright. Jessica nearly slipped too far into the water.
She winced at her brother. “Now what? Sitting upright like this really hurts. I need to lean back.”
“Gimme a sec, I’m thinking. We need something big you can lean back against.”
“You’re big…”
“Yeah, but I can’t reach across the tub.”
“Tunny, are you being dense on purpose? I meant you could get in the tub with me and I could lean on you.”
“Oh, uh well…” he said uncertainly.
“Come on, it’ll be like when we were kids and Dad threw us in the tub together.”
He hesitated. “Jess, I’m not sure I can…”
“Jesus Christ, get in this fucking tub, Tunny! My stomach and chest are killing me!” Jessica wailed, her body twitching at the effort to staying upright.