When I was born, my sister Pippa (her real name was
Philippa) was eight years old. Our mother divorced when
I was two, and she had to work two jobs to make ends
meet. Every day Pippa had to come back from school
directly and "take over" from the baby sitter. She
virtually became my second mother, when mom was at
work. Pippa fed and bathed me and changed my diapers.
Years later, as adults, she admitted, that although it
was a bit of a chore sometimes, she loved having her
own "baby" to play with, while all her friends had to
make do with dolls.
As we grew up, she continued to be a kind of second
mother, making snacks for me, checking to see that I
was ready for school, bathing me and putting me to bed
to help mom out. we were actually a very happy and
functional family, despite the absence of a father.
Bath times were always fun. Sometimes I'd be given a
bath, sometimes just a shower, with a hand shower.
Pippa would take a sponge, soap it up and scrub me all
over, which usually caused peals of laughter from,
because it tickled. Then she'd turn into a playful
"cop".
"OK James," she'd put on her best mock cop voice,
"spread 'em and assume the position." Normally she
called me Jamie. We would laugh our heads off. She
would take the sponge and gently wash my anus and with
her hands my balls and cock. I of course thought
nothing of this because she had been doing it since I
was a baby. At about the age of eight or nine, I began
getting a little erection during this part of the
shower ritual, and I think she must have realized that
perhaps I was getting a bit old to be given a bath or
shower. In any case, soon after this she stopped and I
had to shower or bath myself.
But I never developed a sense of self-consciousness
around Pippa (or my mom), even when she would need
something from the bathroom while I was using the
shower.
Pippa graduated and went to nursing school. She still
lived at home, because the school was in our city. She
began dating, and sometimes would bring a young man
home for dinner. She never got serious with any of her
men friends though, but in retrospect I am sure she had
some kind of sex life during those years.
I was an early bloomer. By thirteen, I was 5'6", the
biggest kid in my class, and had not yet developed a
sense of fear. The exact circumstances of my accident
are now a bit hazy, but the gist of it is: riding my
bike home from school one day, I decided to show off to
some of the girls from the neighborhood.
"Look," I yelled, "No hands!"
The next moment, my bike hit the curb, and I was thrown
to the ground. A stabbing pain shot through my left
arm.
The pain was intense, and I really couldn't think
straight. I have recollections of being helped into an
ambulance, and arriving at the hospital, but my next
clear memory was mom and Pippa helping me into the
house, my broken left arm in plaster and a sling.
It turned out that I had also sprained my right pinkie
in the accident, so with that all bandaged up too, I
was in a pretty helpless state. I now discovered how
difficult it was to do anything. At least I could still
feed myself with my right hand, but going to the
bathroom became a bit tricky. After some trial and
error, I worked out how to clean myself. I thought
"Thank god I don't have to ask mom or Pippa to wipe
me!" But shower time became a problem.
"Pippa," I yelled from the bathroom.
"Yes," she replied from downstairs. "What's the matter,
Jamie?"
"I need your help. I'm sorry."
She came into the bathroom, and saw me standing in the
shower stall, unable to do anything. She burst out
laughing, but quickly stopped herself.
"I'm sorry," she giggled, "you look so helpless, all
bandaged up. Come on, young man," she said in her nurse
voice. "Let's get you all cleaned up then."
Soaping up the sponge, she began to scrub me down like
she did when I was younger. The only thing is that at
13, I wasn't a kid anymore physically. She had seen me
naked before so she couldn't have been surprised by my
now very well-developed cock, which despite the
tickling she was giving me as she washed me, was
rapidly rising. I felt quite embarrassed and turned
away from her.
"0h, I see we're assuming the position." There was a
chuckle in her voice. "OK buster," Pippa said in her
best mock cop accent." Spread 'em."
I felt the sponge gently washing my anus, and her hand
slipped between my legs as she soaped my balls and
cock. I did not know what to do, or say, because it was
clear that I now had a raging erection, which she was
stroking as, she washed me. She seemed to be completely
oblivious to this, and I guess as she had seen it
before when I was younger, and probably hundreds of
times as a nurse giving sponge baths to patients. In
any case, she didn't think that it was particularly out
of the ordinary. After spraying me down with the hand
shower, she handed me a towel.
"Pippa," I said. "How do you expect me to use that?"
We laughed, and she dried me off, once again apparently
unconcerned by my wildly tumescent cock, which was at
the age of 13, almost touching my belly button. Suffice
it to say, but I went to bed that night, not only with
the intense pain of my broken arm and little finger,
but now also with a serious case of blue balls, which I
had no way of relieving.
The next few days, I was kept home from school. Pippa,
who was on vacation from college, conveniently I
thought, ministered to me, her poor injured brother.
Shower times became like they had been five years
before, tickling and laughter. After the first time, I
lost my embarrassment over the fact that I had a
constant erection. As usual, Pippa seemed not to
notice. But I began to get that ache in the balls each
time, as she was washing me.
On the third day it was really bad.
"Ow," I moaned as her hands soaped my genitals.
"What is it? Did I hurt you?" she asked.
"I don't know what it is," I groaned." I have this pain
down there. I don't know why."
"How long have you had it?" Pippa asked.
"It's every time I've had a shower."
"Turn around. Let me have a look," she said. I turned
around to face her.
"Come on. Lets me dry you off and see what the problem
is."
She sat on a little bathroom stool , and looked closely
at my cock and balls. Holding my rigid cock in the one
hand, she gently cupped my balls in the other.
"Oh, oh, oh," I groaned. It was a mixture of the pain
and pleasure.
"Did that hurt?" she asked.
"Yes, er no, I'm not sure." I was confused. I was in
pain, but her touching my a cock and balls was
wonderful.
She sat back on the stool and smiled the kind of a
knowing smile.
"I know what the matter is," she said." Trouble is, you
have a bad case of..." and she mouthed the words 'blue
balls'. "My little baby brother is all 'growed up.'"
She deliberately mispronounced the word.
"Hang on a second," she added.
Pippa reached into the to medicine closet, and took out
a bottle of baby oil.
"Why is it hurting so bad?" I asked.
"They're completely engorged, you poor thing."
"Shhh...." she ordered in her clipped mock-nurse's
manner.
Pouring some baby oil into her hand, she grasped my
cock and gently began to stroke up and down.
"Wait," she said. "Come over to the shower stall."
Facing into the shower stall she stroked my cock with a
slow and light pressure. My legs felt weak. It was only
a matter of seconds before I lost it. A huge jet of cum
leapt from my cock, splattering on the shower wall. A
split-second later another spurt, and then another hit
the wall. Four, five, six, there seemed to be no end. I
felt my legs buckling, but of Pippa put her arm around
me to support me. Finally I stopped ejaculating, even
though the spasms continued for about half a minute.
"My gosh," Pippa said. "You really need it that, didn't
you?"
I slept like a baby that night. The next morning, at
breakfast, when Mom had gone to work, I got a little
sex-ed. lecture from my nurse sister, as to why I had
had pain the previous few days, and how the orgasm and
ejaculation had relieved the pressure. She used all the
correct medical expressions such as 'semen'', 'penis'
etc. What amazes me now, 20 years later, was that for
her there was apparently nothing sexual about what she
had done. For her, she was just being a nurse. For me,
my sister had just given me a shower, like she always
used to.
The next day, once again, I stood in the shower stall
with my raging cock. My embarrassment was completely
gone by now, and as she soaped my genitals once again,
she asked, "Are you still having the pain?"
"Not any more," I replied.
Then without the slightest embarrassment she asked,
"Jamie, do you sometimes masturbate, I mean did you,"
she smiled glancing at my sling, "before your bike
crash?"
I could feel myself blushing. But she continued.
"Hey listen. I'm talking about completely normal stuff
here. Most boys of your age do. And see what happens if
you don't do it for a few days. It's a pain in the,
er...." She was going to say "balls", but checked
herself and said, "testicles."
I laughed, half out of embarrassment. And she began to
giggle too.
After drying me off, she reached for the baby oil
again, and reverted to her no nonsense nurse voice.
"Sit on the commode," she said.
I closed the lid of the toilet, and sat. My cock was
sticking up rigid, the tip reaching my navel. As she
covered it with oil Pippa said "Actually Jamie you have
a very large penis for a 13 year old." Her tone was
completely matter-of-fact.
"Really." I didn't know if this was a good or a bad
thing, and I was too embarrassed to ask.
She knelt in front of me and slightly spread my legs.
Her right hand started rhythmically pumping my cock,
while her left hand slid under my balls, and with one
finger started massaging my anus.
"Now don't be scared," she said. "This is just going to
make you have a bigger orgasm. I want you to try and
hold back as long as possible, so that when you do
ejaculate, you get as much semen out as possible."
Her finger on my anus made me feel very open and
vulnerable. The previous day, things had been over in
about ten seconds. This time I probably held out for
closer to thirty. The first rope of cum shot about
three feet straight up into the air, splattering down
onto my legs and the commode seat. The second and third
were almost as high. She kept gently pumping till I was
dry.
"Oh my god!" I groaned.
"Are you alright, Jamie," she asked looking up at me.
I could only nod between gasps, as the spasms subsided.
"Hey, that was pretty good, Jamie. We got a lot out of
you that time," she said. "But what a mess!". She took
a wet washcloth, and cleaned the cum off my legs, her
arms and hand, and the commode seat. "We're going to
have to find a better way to do this."
I went back to school the following morning, and of
course had a lot of work to catch up on. My left arm
was still in a cast, which I had to keep dry, so sister
Philippa had to be the shower helper every day.
I was leaning forward against the shower stall wall,
while she washed my back. As she was soaping my butt
and legs she said "Today I want to clean you inside
too."
"What do you mean," I asked.
"You'll see. I won't hurt you."
She sponged my anus and then I felt her finger
massaging slowly around the rim, like she had done the
past few days when she was masturbating me.
"What are you doing?" I asked a bit nervously.
"I'm going to clean the lower part of your rectum."
"Will it hurt?"
"No," Pippa answered. "I'll be very careful and gentle,
and I'll use plenty of soap. But you must try and
relax."
It was the strangest feeling, as her soap-covered
finger slowly pushed past my sphincter. I felt
helpless, but the sensation of her finger sliding in
and out was incredibly exciting. I looked down to see
my cock, which had been hard as a rock all this time,
becoming a darker shade of crimson.
"Pippa...." I began.
"What? Am I hurting you? Try to relax,:" she said.
"No, no, you're not hurting me," I said, "but look at
the color of my.... my.... (I didn't want to use the
word 'cock' in front of her) er.... thingy."
She looked around me, and saw my now raging erection,
with the engorged head quite purple.
"Don't worry, that's normal. It'll get back its normal
color."
With that she took the now huge cock in her other soapy
hand. As the finger gently slipped in and out of my
anus, brushing the prostate with each pass, she slowly
massaged my cock up and down. This time she did
everything very slowly.
"I'm going to try to make you have a very big
ejaculation this time," she said.
I had to steady myself against the wall, as she slid
her soapy hand up and down the hot, throbbing shaft.
The finger in my rectum seemed to be on fire. She
continued to talk me through the process.
"That's good. Let it build up slowly Jamie. See if you
can give me a really big amount of semen this time.
Feels good, huh? Tell me when you're getting close,
Jamie."
About a minute later the floodgates broke.
"Now, now," I gasped. It was nothing like I had ever
experienced. I watched as my cock erupted with shot
after shot of hot ropey cum. And the spurts kept
coming. I had no idea that I had all that stuff in me.
Her soap-covered hand continued jerking me, as she
withdrew her finger from my anus, and cupped my balls.
How I managed not to collapse, I don't know.
Pippa smiled up at me. "How do you feel," she asked.
"F...fine." I whispered.
Next day, I had the bandages removed from my right
hand, and although my left arm was still in a sling, I
could now do just about everything without help. Seeing
as I could now shower myself, I didn't call for Pippa
to help me.
It never dawned on me that she might have been quite
willing to keep functioning as my permanent massage
girl and shower assistant, had I just asked her. But at
thirteen, it just never occurred to me.
Dumb kid!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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