All She Wanted
Estranged siblings reunite during a difficult time.
**This is a work of adult fiction. It contains adult themes and situations. All characters are over the age of 18. It is also a work of fantasy, requiring some suspension of belief. It's not perfect, enjoy it for what it is. If you like it, great, if not, that's fine too.**

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"You've got to be kidding...", I said to myself as I listened to the news update on talk radio, lazily making my commute into the office, waiting for the caffeine to finally kick in. The news went over the current infection rates, talks of how to curb transmission, and continued threats of a lockdown. I was in disbelief. This is the type of thing you see in movies, not in real life. Coronavirus, COVID-19, the 'Rona....it's all anyone had been talking about for weeks. We had already been making tentative plans in the event that we needed to have people work from home for a time. Luckily, many of our employees, myself included, already had schedules and home set-ups where we would work at home a couple days a week and in the office the other days of the week.

I had been working for an accounting firm just outside of Seattle for several years. Yea, I'm a math nerd. It wasn't a terribly hard job, just pretty busy. We had several longstanding contracts with various businesses in the area which kept us working. The money was decent, I'm by no means rich, but comfortable, and being able to work from home was nice.

I pulled into the parking lot and shut off my car just as another new news update started. You'd never know anything was going on based on the traffic this morning, same as always. I leaned into my car, grabbing my bag and coat - it was still quite cold outside - almost forgetting my coffee thermos, before strolling towards the building. I took a sip as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket....probably my supervisor, Keith. I was running a bit late, nothing new for me, but Keith always let me slide - he knows I'm a good worker, and also happens to be one of my closest friends. I've kind of got it made here, I'd have to kill someone to get fired. I let the phone continue vibrating and go to voicemail, I'll see him in a minute anyway.

As I walked into our space on the third floor I threw a short wave and nod to Jeanie, our front desk secretary. Still cute as a button, as always. We hook up occasionally, but nothing serious, it's been a while though...maybe I should see if she wants to swing by this weekend.... Jeanie flashes me a nervous smile as I make my way around the corner and into the main office space where everyone is standing is small groups here and there around the forest of cubicles, not much work being done apparently.

As I reach for my keys approaching my office door, Keith pops his head out from his office next to mine, my phone vibrating in my pocket again,

"Yo Jake, conference room in 10 minutes, alright?", his brow in uncharacteristically furrowed, he's usually laid back about any-and-everything.

"Yea, no problem, let me get settled real quick and I'll be there," I called back as I opened my office door.

Keith gave the same announcement to the groups of other employees conversing in hushed tones. People started slowly making their way towards the larger room at one end of the cubicles.

I toss my bag and coat on my chair and quickly retuck my shirt into my pants, better look somewhat professional since we're having a meeting...I'm a manager after all, cue eye roll. At 31, I was lucky enough to have worked my way up to department manager and a nice increase in salary last year. I like the pay, but not so much the actual 'managing.' The office is nice too, with my own fancy name tag on the door.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I walked back out of my office and towards the conference room...two missed calls and two voicemails, unknown number. Sorry, don't know ya, I'll check it later.

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Keith cleared his throat as he motioned for me to join him at the front of the room, "Okay everybody, I know we talked about this a little bit last week, but it looks like the Governor is going to be instituting lockdown for a few weeks, probably by the end of this week from the way it sounds. We've already prepared for this luckily, so we are going to stick with those schedules that Jake passed out, skeleton crew rotating here in the office and everyone else work from home," Keith held up a copy of the forms I had made up and given out, which was basically just a weekly rotation of me, Keith, a few other managers, and some of the secretarial staff taking turns to come in a day at a time each week to man the phones while everyone else did their work at home.

"This will go into effect tomorrow, and myself and Jeanie will be starting off the rotation, so be sure to take anything home that you need and/or don't want to be left here. Should hopefully only be a few weeks, but plan for longer just in case," he continued as my phone vibrated for a third time this morning, again with an unknown number as I pulled it out to look at it. Well, it's obviously not Keith or anyone from work since we're all here.

I finished up the meeting, going over some logistics, who to call with certain issues, and reading over a report of what we know so far that Keith had handed to me. We broke from the meeting and I made my way back to my office, finally taking the time to listen to the messages on my phone as I sat down at my desk.

I felt a rush of adrenaline as an ER nurse quickly explained in the messages that I was the listed emergency contact for Jessica Stevens, my sister, who was stable and in the ER after a vehicle accident, followed by a contact number. I quickly closed the voicemail and dialed the number, finally getting ahold of the nurse who gave me the same information and asked if I could come to the hospital, that Jessie had been begging them to call me.

"Jesus, what else is gonna happen today," I sighed to myself and gathered up my things again. I threw my jacket back on as I rounded the corner from my office to Keith's.

"Jake, just get out of here, we got it, we're just gonna wind down and send everyone home early anyway. Give me a call later and let me know how she's doing," Keith quickly replied as I explained the situation, shooing me out the door.

I hurried back out to the parking lot and hopped in my jeep before rumbling off towards the hospital.

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By the time I arrived, Jessie had already been moved upstairs to an inpatient room. The nurse ushered me into her room, and my breath left me at the sight. Although I hadn't seen her in several months, despite us being only an hour away from each other, she looked nothing like the woman I knew and had grown up with. Her shoulder length hair, usually light brown and wavy, was matted and tangled, still darkened with a faint red hue in some spots with blood, probably from a small laceration on her forehead near her hairline. Her face was puffy and swollen, with her hazel eyes peeping out as she looked towards me standing in the doorway. Both arms were bandaged, with her right arm being in a cast from her fingers to her elbow, and the left heavily wrapped in gauze. Her left thigh was also heavily bandaged and left ankle was wrapped with an ace bandage.

I walked quickly to the side of the bed and reached out to grab her hand before the nurse motioned for me to stop with an outstretched hand.

"Be careful, she's in a lot of pain right now. Her left hand has some decent burns along with her left thigh, there's that small cut on her forehead, probably from the airbag, broken right wrist, and a sprained left ankle, along with various bruising in other spots on her body. But, she's going to be okay."

I nodded at the nurse as she receded to the doorway, before turning back to Jessie, "How are you feeling?"

"It hurts, but I'm here..." she replied, her eyes welling up with tears.

"What happened? Where's Eric?" I said as I looked around for signs of my brother-in-law, assuming he had stepped out for coffee or something.

Jessie shifted her eyes towards the window at the other side of the room, "He's not here, it's a long story..."

"He's not...was he in the car with you? Is he okay?"

"Oh, no, no, he wasn't in the car. I have no idea where he is."

I pulled out my phone and started flipping through my contacts, "Well, let me get him up here, I'm not sure why they called me and not him..."

"No!" Her voice croaked, "I don't want him here!"

A bit confused, I just stared at her for a moment before pulling a chair closer to the bed and sat down.

"W-why don't you want your husband here?"

Jessie stared down at her lap for a moment. She and Eric had gotten married a couple of years ago. Honestly, I didn't really like him, but it's her life. They dated in college and for a few years after, and it seemed like she had changed her whole life for him, even dropped out during her senior year studying Nursing to support him while he took the bar exam. Maybe it was the possibility of him being a big earner as a lawyer that attracted her, I dunno. He did become a lawyer and seems to have done pretty decent for himself, but I still think he's kind of a prick, especially now, with his wife - my sister - laying here without him.

"We...had a fight. It's a long story..." she winced as she readjusted her arm.

"It doesn't look like I have anywhere else to be, I've got time, if you want to tell me, that is."

She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts, before beginning, "I guess he's the reason I was in the car last night. I found out...." A single tear rolled down her swollen cheek, "He said he's leaving me. He's in love with another woman..."

I reached over for a small box of tissues on the side table, taking one out as I did, and gently wiped the line of tears falling from her puffy eyes. She winced slightly as I did.

"They're....she's pregnant. She's pregnant with the baby that should have been mine. He said he just didn't want a baby with ME...." Her lower lip quivered as she enunciated.

Jessie and I are twins, you see. Even though we have never really been close, as you would think twins to be, I've always felt that we had some sort of weird emotional connection despite the distance. It was hard not to feel what she was feeling in the moment. Sadness, anger, pain. I felt it welling up in my throat.

"Did he kick you out? He's a piece of shit, Jessie, you didn't lose anything good in him...." I dabbed the tissue again on each cheek.

"No, he didn't kick me out. He left a letter on the kitchen counter when I woke up telling me everything and that he had gone on a trip with that....slut. I didn't know what to do, and I panicked and cried for a while before I packed up what I could, clothes and all that, and got in my car."

"Where were you going? Mom and dad are 3000 miles away..."

She sat there in silence, as she opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by an announcement on the overhead intercom for the hospital reminding visitors that masks are required in all areas of the hospital.

"...and now we have this virus thing going on too....I don't know what to do.... I didn't know where I was going last night, I thought about driving to mom and dad, or to your place, or getting a hotel. I don't know anything anymore," her face contorted again into a quite sob.

I let out a long sigh as I sat back into my chair, "Well, you know I'm not gonna leave you to stay in a hotel, I can't do that. My place is small but you're gonna come home with me when they release you, that's what you're gonna do. We'll figure out the rest later."

"Jake, no, I can't do that to you," another few tears fell.

"End of discussion, I'm 5 minutes older than you, so you gotta listen to me."

She let out a slight huff of air as she chuckled, "Can you call mom and dad? Just about the accident, not about Eric. And don't let them know how bad I look, just tell them it was minor and that I'm okay..."

"Of course. Want me to go get us some coffee or something to snack on?"

Jessie nodded her head, looking over at me as her eyes glimmered with tears.

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Jessie was released that afternoon. We had prescriptions for pain medication, some topical silvadine for the burns, antibiotics, and orders for some follow up appointments. Luckily, the fractures on her right side were able to be set without surgery, so far, and would just take time, and the burns to her left hand and thigh just needed time and the topical cream to prevent infection. The sprain and other swelling should start to heal in a few days. Looking at her you would think she had been in a train wreck, but thankfully it looked worse than what it was.

It was difficult getting her into my little jeep, and she was in quite a bit of pain during the ordeal. We headed off to the pharmacy closest to my flat to get her prescriptions filled and listened to more updates on the state of things with the virus and lockdowns.

"After we get your meds, we can swing by the tow yard and get your clothes and stuff out of the car. I'm kinda interested to see what kind of damage there was..."

"There's no need.... The officer that came to the hospital told me it was a total loss. Everything I had packed was burned. He said I was lucky someone saw it happen and got me out. I don't even have the clothes I was wearing..." she motioned to the disposable paper scrubs that the hospital had given her for discharge since her other clothes had been cut off on arrival.

"Nothing left at all? Wanna at least check?"

"Nothing. Let's just get the meds if you don't mind, I'm hurting really bad."

I nodded, "Okay, I'll get you set up and then we will figure out the rest."

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We finally made it upstairs to my apartment, having to carefully and slowly take each step with Jessie due to her ankle and general aches in her body. It was already getting well into the evening as the light began to fade outside.

"It's not much but it has suited me just fine," I told her as I walked her into my bedroom to get her comfortable on my bed, "You get the bed, since you look so pathetic, and I'll be on the couch."

I had been living in a small, one bedroom apartment for the past couple of years while I saved up for a house. I didn't really need much space, as I spent a lot of my time working, or trying to stay out of the house and stay active.

"Am I that pathetic?" Jessie feigned with an over-exaggerated pouty lip. "I can't take your bed, Jake, this is your place!"

"Not up for argument, I'm afraid. You're my guest and I'm not gonna put you out on the couch."

Jessie let out a sigh as I escorted her through the kitchen/living room.

"You wanna borrow some of my clothes until we get a chance to go get you some stuff? I can grab you a baggy t-shirt and some shorts," I told her as we entered the bedroom.

Jessie stepped gingerly towards the bed as I supported her weaker left side, "Yea I guess. Maybe no shorts, my thigh is still really tender."

"Ok, one comfy baggy t-shirt, coming up!" I said as I left her side and walked through the bathroom which was situated off of the bedroom and into the walk-in closet. I flipped through hanging clothes until I found an oversized light grey shirt and returned to Jessie.

"That'll do," she said," I wish I could take a shower but I don't think that's a good idea right now... can you grab me a couple of wet washcloths and a towel so I can at least wipe myself down a bit."

I grabbed her some supplies, setting them on the bed in front of her as she stood there, leaning on her right foot and holding her arms out to her sides.

"You got it? I'll go get your meds ready if you want..."

"Yea, it's gonna take me a bit, no rush." She said as she shooed me towards the door with her gauze wrapped hand.

She did look pathetic, not really the vision of beauty, objectively, that she normally looked. Her hair was still fairly matted and unkempt, and the baggy paper scrubs hid her normally curvaceous form in sharp angles. I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me and went to the kitchen to start sorting through her prescriptions, reading directions on the bottles as I went.

After some time, I could hear grunts and and frustrated sighs coming from the bedroom, "You okay in there?" I yelled through the door.

"Yea! Maybe...", a long silence followed, "No, Jake I need help please!"

I opened the door to see Jessie still standing in almost the same position, with the scrub pants only partially down her legs, hung up on the gauze wrapping on her left thigh.

I let out a small chuckle, "You look like you're having issues."

She nodded, "I feel so useless, it hurts my arms too much to do anything..." she let out a loud sigh.

"Alright, let's get you sorted then, pants first. Just, uh, keep facing away from me I guess. I don't exactly wanna see my sister naked."

Jessie grunted as she slowly turned, "Ok, thank you."

I stepped behind her and bent down to slowly pull off the scrub pants, widening them to get around the gauze wrap on her thigh, and then ankle, before she stepped out of each leg. I absentmindedly noted her curvy butt as it jutted out as my face got eye level, the scrub top hanging down just above where her cheeks curved down into her upper thighs. I shook my head, trying to remind myself just what I was doing. I tossed the pants onto the floor.

"Ok, shirt," she said as she raised her arms up higher above her head.

I grabbed the bottom of the shirt and raised up, her shapely ass now on display with her wide hips, holding up her worn teal colored underwear. I gulped as I continued lifting her shirt, exposing her back, then shoulders. No bra, I guess they cut that off too. The shirt caught on something as the front came to her chest pointed away from me.

"You have to lift the shirt over my boobs dude, I'm a girl," she snorted.

"Yea yea," I said as pulled the front away from her chest, and over. My sister had always had a decent sized chest ever since she developed in her teens, a fact my friends had always liked to point out, and something I would get offended by when they would talk about her.

As I lifted the shirt, the back of one of my fingers momentarily brushed the side of her breast, causing her to jerk slightly at the contact. As if on reflex, I felt blood begin to fill the member in my pants. I forced my thoughts to focus on the clinical aspect of this situation in an attempt to dissuade my physical reaction. She's your sister, Jake, and she needs your help.

I finished lifting the shirt up over her head, then carefully off each arm. Jessie stood there, her arms in the air, bare back facing me and the thin, dirty panties covering the mounds of her ass cheeks. I surveyed the numerous bruises that I was able to see the marred her soft pale skin.

"Um...do you want me to put the shirt on first, or do you need help wiping down?" I asked, almost wanting to reach out and stroke her skin.

"Uh, yea if you don't mind helping me wash a bit, I'd appreciate that, apparently I'm pretty useless right now," she replied nervously.

"Ok, how about for both of our benefits, could you just please stay facing that way?"

"Duh..." she shrugged her shoulders as she lowered her arms, tired from holding them up high.

I grabbed the washcloths and began gently wiping her shoulders, followed by her arms as far as I could go. I continued down her back, Jessie tensing up as I passed over bruised areas. I got to her lower back, my eyes drawn to her lovely cheeks and full thighs.

"Jeeze, these underwear have seen better days..." I noted out loud.

"Literally the only clothes I own right now..." She sounded more somber.
I returned to attempting to wash, some spots of dried blood here and there down her thighs, taking care not to wet any bandages as I rounded her legs with my hand, finally to her feet. I stood back up.

"Ready for the shirt?"

"Dude, you got my back good, but how about my front?"

"I'm....not not comfortable touching your boobs, weirdo..."

Jessie let out a frustrated sigh, "I didn't say touch my boobs, WEIRDO," she retorted.

I returned a sigh, and reached around with the washcloth to clean her upper chest, then sides of her rib cage, skipping her breasts before coming around to her upper stomach and abdomen. The back of my hand accidentally brushed the underside of her breasts as I did, causing us to both tense up as the soft skin of her 'under boobs' ran across my own skin.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly.

"Uh huh....it's okay."

I continued down her stomach to the top of her pelvis, then jumping over her pantied pubic area and to the front of her thighs.

Jessie shifted, seemingly not quite satisfied with the level of cleaning she had received.

"Uh....oh, fuck it, we're both adults, let's be mature about this. I'm going to wash here," I said as I hovered the washcloth over her chest, "Do you want me to? Yes or no?"

"Yes, please, just don't get too comfortable..." she chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Alright, then," I said as I began gently swirling the cloth starting at the tops of her breasts, then slowly down towards where I assumed her nipples were. The orbs of each breast were enough to fill my palm comfortably, and I felt my cock really begin to swell once again in my shorts. I struggled to remove any impure thoughts from my head....unsuccessfully. I found myself spending perhaps too much time as I swirled the washcloth over each breast, then the other, and back again. As I did, Jessie let out a soft, almost imperceptible moan, and I felt her nipples stiffen under the cloth, poking into my palm. Jessie cleared her throat, bringing me back to the present reality.

"Right, looks like where done then," I tossed the washcloth to the floor where the scrubs lay and grabbed the t-shirt I had picked out.

"Uh huh. Don't you dare tell anyone about that, ever." She laughed again, acknowledging the strange situation we found ourselves in.

"Yea yea, you too, not a word." Jessie nodded as she remained facing away from me, "Okay, arms up again."

Jessie complied, and we repeated the same moves as before, in reverse, with the shirt being big enough to hang just below her buttocks. Shame I couldn't see it anymore.

"Ok, let's get you in bed, and THEN I can finally get your meds now that you're done having me feel you up," I said, trying to put some levity in the situation.

"Oh jeeze, don't try and pretend like you didn't enjoy that, weirdo," she playfully scoffed at me over her shoulder. I shrugged and stepped to her side to pull back the covers. Jessie shifted again uncomfortably onto her good foot. I sensed another uneasy situation was about to be spoken.

"Um, Jake...one more thing..."

"What, do I gotta tuck you in?"

"No...uh..." she paused for a minute, looking at her hands in futility, "I'd really prefer not going to bed wearing these dingy panties on my pu....my crotch."

"Ok sure, I'll grab you a pair of shorts, they'll probably be kinda big. Or maybe you want a pair of boxers or something?"

"Ew, no. I'd rather not have anything over that gauze right now," she motioned to her wrapped left thigh.

I stared at her for a moment, then down at her leg, trying to put the pieces together of what she was asking me.

"I'm not quite sure what you want, that's all I really have for you. I don't have any women's underwear laying around. Unless..." I mockingly held my finger up to my chin as if being in deep thought, "Nope, fresh out of panties here. I can try to run out to the store but I'm not sure what's gonna be closed due to these lockdowns starting. What's it gonna be?"

Jessie huffed, exasperated, "Can you just take them off, please? I already tried earlier and it even hurts too much just to hook my thumbs in the sides. Please?"

I blinked at her a few times before replying, "So....you want me to take your underwear off and you're gonna sleep...commando?"

"Like I'll be the first half naked woman in your bed, playboy...."

"Heh, not for a long while though...", I let slip out.

"My, my, Jake, no luck with the ladies, eh? I'll bet my misfortune was quite the event in that lizard brain of yours today. Well? Get to it, stud..."

I sighed again and bent down in front of her, now standing facing me, "Ok, now who's the weirdo...you gonna turn around or what? I'd rather this not be any more awkward than it has been..."

"Oh, right...", she said as she spun in the ball of her good foot. Playfully, she wiggled her hips back and forth.

"Ok, none of that...," I said as I reached under the sides of her shirt and looped my fingers under the sides of her panties. I carefully edged down the right side, then slowly the left taking care to pull wide enough to get over the gauze. Once past it, the underwear fell limply to the ground, where Jessie stepped out with her right foot. As she lifted her left foot to allow me to remove it from around her gauze wrapped ankle, her shirt rode up ever so slightly, but enough to catch sight of the very bottoms of her smooth, hairless labia. It was such a shock, I almost aspirated on my own saliva. Even more shockingly, during the short glimpse, I could have sworn that there was the faintest hint of extra moisture. No way, no way my sister was wet, not now with all this going on, after the last 24 hours she's had...maybe just an involuntary response, just like my hard-on, which had just made itself known to me against the front of my pants.

I grabbed her panties from the floor along with the pile of washcloths and scrubs, "Ok, NOW are we all set?"

"Yes sir!," she quipped back as she eased into the bed. I actively tried not to watch her crawl in from behind, but that was a battle that I quickly lost as she bent over to put her knee onto the bed. Her shirt rode up again, revealing her pert, round cheeks, and a little larger view of her lower lips. Before I made myself avert my eyes, I saw that she was indeed fairly wet with arousal. I forced myself to look somewhere, anywhere else, just as she plopped down in the center of the bed, her breasts freely bouncing under her borrowed t-shirt. Her nipples pointed out prominently under the shirt. I cleared my throat before covering her in the sheet and comforter.

"Ok, can I have my meds now? I'm starting to hurt pretty bad..."

"I'm on it..."

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By the time I had given Jessie her medications, made her some food and helped her eat it, and then finally feeding myself before showering and changing, Jessie was knocked out and snoring in my bed. I threw on a pair of sleeping shorts and made myself comfortable on the couch, putting a Sounders game on that I have DVR'd. I didn't even make it to half time before I was knocked out as well.

I was startled awake by a scream followed by crying. Taking a moment to get my bearings I remember that I was laying on the couch and the crying was coming from my bedroom where my sister was sleeping. I quickly hopped up and walked in to see her sitting up in bed, trying to dry her eyes with the t-shirt, wincing every time she tried to use one of her hands. I grabbed a box of tissues from the kitchen and returned to Jessie, sitting beside her in the bed before using a tissue to dab her eyes and still-swollen cheeks.

"I didn't know where I was! And then I looked for Eric and I was hurting everywhere and...." She trailed off into another fit of crying.

I carefully wrapped my arms around her shoulders and slowly pulled her close, "Shhh, shhh. I know. Come here."

"Why did this happen to me!? What did I do? I was a good wife, I wanted to be a mother, a good mother, but he gave everything to HER!" I remained quiet and let her vent in the futility of the situation.

Jessie rested her head on my shoulder, letting herself go in a cathartic sob. I wish we had been closer these past few years, maybe I could have prevented...something, I don't know. But I would have been there for her. Maybe talked her out of marrying this guy, this jerk. I'm at as much of a loss as to what to do as she is, but I'm still trying to be a good brother. We sat there for what felt like an hour, Jessie cried on and off, some incoherent mumbling into my shoulder that I couldn't quite make out, until she started drifting back to sleep. I slowly laid her down and started to creep out of the bed to make my way back to the couch.

"Please don't leave me..." she squeaked.

"I thought you were asleep, I'm sorry. But you do need to get some sleep," I said, rubbing her shoulder.

"Please, can you stay? Like when we were little?"

We shared a bedroom until we were almost 12, often sleeping together in one or another's bed almost the whole time, and even sometimes after we had separate rooms for another couple of years. It was comforting, safe, and innocent. I could see why it might make her feel better, but we weren't children anymore, and the comfort level wasn't there for me anymore. But, it was what she needed.

I sighed and scratched my head, "Okay, I'll stay."

I opened up the covers on one side as she scooted towards the other to make room, turning on her side with her back away from me. I laid on my back for a moment, before I felt her gauze wrapped arm attempting to find my arm.

"Can you hold me? Please?" She asked softly, a tremble was noticeable in her voice. I rolled towards her into the spooning position, resting an arm on her shoulder. I wanted to keep some distance between us, to reduce my own feeling of awkwardness, and due to the realities of being a guy waking up in the morning with a random hard-on... we already went through enough awkwardness today. But, Jessie dashed my attempt when she scooted her back against me, shuffling her arm to indicate that she wanted my arm around her waist. Again, I complied, pulling her tightly into me.

"I love you, Jake..."

"I love you, too, Jessie. Get some sleep."

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Soft and pillowy, comfortable. Twirling my fingers around a little nob. And pressure on my cock, moving around.

As I slowly came to, opening my eyes in the early morning light of my bedroom, I found myself kneading a nice, decently plump breast. Soft and supple. Hard nipple. Someone's hot and ready to go. She ground her hips back and forth over my shorts, my morning wood poking firmly between her thighs, oh god, I was already about to cum. Just a bit....more...

Oh shit. I snapped back to reality as I fully woke up, snatching my hand away from Jessie's boob and quickly rolling away to hide my rod.

"Huh? What time is it?" She asked, yawning loudly.

"Uh, I'm not sure. How you feeling?"

"Still hurting, can you grab my meds? And I gotta use the bathroom. Meds first though."

"Alright," I said, jumping up and walking towards the door, keeping my back to my sister to hide my erection. Damn, I was so close... wait, no, you fucking sicko....

I prepared her morning meds and gave them to her with some water, and helped her carefully to the restroom and back into bed before preparing some breakfast for us. I made a quick call into work to let the boss know what was up, and other than needing to hop on the computer later to check a few things, he told me to focus on Jessie.

"So, what do you think about us trying to go find somewhere that's actually open to get you some clothes and other essentials?"

"I don't know if I'm up for that just yet, but yea, I definitely would like my own clothes and other things if you don't mind me giving you a list. I'm sure you enjoyed sleeping with a half naked woman in your bed, but I think I need underwear with my brother from now on," Jessie laughed. What did she mean by 'from now on.'

I threw on some clothes and grabbed a pen and paper to make a list. Shampoos, other toiletries, tooth brush and paste, a few of her favorite comfort snacks, all standard shopping items.

"Yea, and just get some t-shirts, larges are fine that way they're easier to get on and off, maybe some tank tops....you sure you don't mind buying all of this?"

I shrugged, "It's no big deal...um, like, what size underwear? Like what style do you think, is there just a 'regular' style? Something standard?"

Jessie giggled, "It depends...do you know anything about dress sizes?"

I stared at her blankly, "You want me to buy you some dresses?"

She snorted, "No, it's women's sizes, like the waist size for men, but a bit more....it doesn't matter, anyway, I usually wear like an 8, or like mediums for some underwear brands..."

Still confused, I dictated as I wrote, "Underwear, 8 or medium....it depends.....question mark, question mark."

"Oh come on, it's not that complicated," Jessie laughed. It was good to hear her laugh. Some of the swelling in her face even looked like it was starting to go down, a little more like my sister. Still some bruising though. A little puffy. "And you can just find a couple packs of regular cut underwear for now, assorted colors. Nothing that is too low cut, ya know, to stay off my thigh. Actually, if there are any thong cuts, grab some of those too. And some sports bras and short-shorts too, like booty shorts."

"I am not buying thongs and bras and booty shorts for my sister, damnit..."

"Ok, so you just want my tits flapping everywhere then? Wanna watch my tits all day long? Do you like walking around with your dick flapping around?" She sassed back at me.

Frustrated, and not wanting to acknowledge that she had a point, I put my pen up to my chin, feigning a deep thought as I 'pondered' her questions.

"Oh I bet you would, pervert," she said as she rolled her eyes, "Please..."

"Yea yea. Everyone's gonna be staring at me like some weirdo picking out all these women's clothes...." I sighed in vain, "Why the thongs though? And booty shorts?"

"Anything to keep fabric off my thigh for now, I figure that would work best," she lifted the bottom of her shirt lightly between two fingers, showing her thigh to exemplify her point. As she spoke, the shirt waving back and forth, she accidentally raised it a bit too high. I felt my heart skip a beat and my face flush red as she inadvertently revealed her still-bare pubic region, cleanly shaven, her large vulva and labia a half shade darker than the rest of her skin tone, nestled in between her closed thighs. As my eyes darted nervously back and forth between her slit and her eyes, she realized what she had done.

"Oh fuck!" She said, raising her voice, and pushing the shirt hem back down to cover herself, wincing in pain as she did, "Ow! Fuck it! Damnit! .....ugh."

Her face soon matched my own, flushed bright red. Jessie averted her eyes vacantly to the wall for a moment, before breaking the silence, "Well, shit...my brother just saw my vagina.... I feel like I could literally die right now, as if yesterday evening wasn't bad enough."

We both laughed in nervous awkwardness, clamoring to break the rigid air.

"Well, you've got a nice one?" I said shrugging my shoulders and raising the intonation at the end.

"Ok, gee, thanks, didn't need to know your thoughts on the matter," she said, chuckling again, causing me to laugh as well.

"Ok, moving on. Sports bra, what size?" I attempted to change the topic back as my head swirled. I just wanted to dive in, get a taste of her juices, make her moan...

What the fuck is going on with me. Get a grip.

She laughed again, "It depends! Again! Different brands might be a little different, but, uh, usually like a medium or large. Maybe, I kinda have to shop around cause they all fit differently."

I raised my eyebrows, trying to sound playfully inquisitive, "Mmmm, large huh?"

She scoffed, "Jesus, grow up. And you would know, now, apparently. Just check the tags, they might have a sizing chart, I'm a D cup, 36 band."

"Ok, ok...D cups are pretty cool..." I said, raising my eyebrows for effect, continuing my list.

"Ugh! I've been here less than 24 hours and you're driving me crazy! Hurry up and get lost already!"Jessie raised her voice, still being somewhat playful, throwing her arms in the air, "Also, thank you and I love you!"

I set her up with everything she might need in reach and headed out.

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It took several stops to finally find a store that would allow customers in, and only in limited number, but finally several hours later I returned.

"Jake? Is that you?" She called from the bedroom, a tremble noticeable in her voice.

"Who the hell else would it be?" I yelled back as I set down a pile of bags.

No answer, but audible sniffling could be heard. I set my keys down and made my way in to see her, tears rolling down her face, surrounded by tissues on the bed.

"Whoa, hey now, what's going on?" I asked as I moved to sit on the edge nearest to her. She didn't say anything, only putting up her arms to ask for a hug. I scooted closer and leaned in to hold her, causing her to break down into a full sob into my shoulder.

"I...didn't....think you were coming back!" She managed to get out between sobs. Pulling me tighter, obviously not concerned by the physical pain at the moment.

I stroked her hair and back with my hands, "Why in the world would you think that?"

"I thought you were gonna leave me like he did!" She cried, verging on hysteria, reasonably so as her whole world had been shattered in the past couple of days.

I pushed her away, gently, then took her cheeks in my hands and looked into her puffy hazel eyes, "Hi....it's me, Jake...ya know, your brother? Your twin? I'm not gonna leave you. I'm going to take care of you, whatever or however you need me, that's what brothers are for. I couldn't leave you anymore than I could leave myself, cause we're basically the same person, just opposite genders, right?"

I used my thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks as I held her there for a moment, she replied meekly, "Right." I leaned up and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, causing her to smile.

"Ok?" I asked again, looking back into her eyes. She nodded, looking down into her lap.

"Bathroom? Food? Wanna go for walkies? Maybe a scooby snack?"

Jessie fueled her brow, "I'm not a dog, but yes I need to go to the bathroom, and yes I'm hungry. And if scooby snacks is code for weed then yes please."

"Fresh out of weed, but the rest I can do."

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We spent the afternoon resting and going through the stuff I had bought her. Most fit, some didn't.

"Would you actually like to put some underwear on now, weirdo? Or do you like flashing your vag to your brother?"

Jessie growled, "You're never gonna let me live that down are you?"

"No, probably not. So?"

"Yea I would, but do you think I could try to take a bath? That sponge bath last night didn't really do much and I feel disgusting. The paperwork said I could take off the burn bandages today and try a light wash as long as I don't scrub."

"Well, you are disgusting. I mean, you're beautiful, but yea, disgusting."

"I'd punch you right now if I could."

"I know, that's why I said it. But, uh, I don't actually have a tub."

"What do you mean you don't have a tub?" She pointed at shower curtain in the bathroom, "Then what is that? Decoration?"

"Walk-in shower..."

Jessie sat silently, thinking, "Maybe I could shower?"

"Uh, if you think you can, yea I guess. I can get it all set up for you."

"If you would, yes please."

Without giving much thought to it, I set everything she would need into the shower, followed by all of the other new toiletries and a towel and wash cloth into the bathroom.
"Ready?"

Jessie nodded, and I helped her up off of the bed. We both giggled as she was now much more cautious with where her shirt fell, not wanting to give me another accidental view. I walked her into the bathroom next to the shower. I slowly removed the gauze from her ankle, which was still quite bruised, then her left hand and wrist. The skin was still intact, but obviously burned and very red and quite painful to touch. Next was her thigh, which was about the same, like the consistency of an extremely bad sunburn. It appeared that both areas had welts at some point that had already burst....not good for infection risk, I'd have to put some of the topical ointment on them later.

Jessie stood there leaning on one foot, "This is gonna suck, don't make the water too hot I guess."

I nodded, and got the water running slightly warm as to not cause too much pain on her burns.

Jessie let out a loud sigh, "Ok, I'm gonna face away this way, and you help me get my shirt off. No peeking!"

"You mean no MORE peeking, as long as you don't try to flash me again."

Jessie snorted and then gritted her teeth and growled before turning around to face away from me.

"Ok arms!" I said as she lifted her arms up in the air.

Similar to the view I had yesterday, I slowly lifted her shirt, unveiling her pleasant bubble butt, then her shapely wide hips, smooth but bruised lower and upper back, shoulders and finally up and over her head and arms. I absentmindedly ran my fingers along her shoulder after I dropped her shirt on the ground, causing her to shudder. The movement caused her breasts to sway enough that I could see the much lighter skin of the curved sides of her boobs as they briefly rocked back and forth on either sides of her chest.

"Alright, get lost!"

"Don't get the cast wet," I said as I turned to leave, "Call me if you need anything."

"Ok ok, naked sister here, get out!"

With that, I closed the door. I was about to go make some dinner, but decided to stay close instead, and laid on the bed to watch TV, in case she needed me. Above the sounds of the water were grunts, sighs, and other sounds of frustration, and many 'ows' and 'damnits'.

After almost 10 minutes, she finally called for me, "Jake!" She yelled, sounding especially pitiful. I'm surprised she was able to finish so quickly.

I walked in the bathroom door, picking up a towel as I did, "Didn't think you'd finish so quickly! Ready to get out?" I called to her through the curtain.

Jessie let out another exasperated sigh, "I haven't even been able to wash! Between trying to keep one arm dry and the other hurting too much, while basically balancing on one foot, I haven't been able to do anything."

I repeated my question, "O....k, ready to get out, then?"

"But I'm not done yet!"

"Alright, then, I'll give you more time," I dropped the towel back on the counter and turned to leave.

"JACOB!" She yelled. She only called me that when she was actually pissed. Basically no one ever called me Jacob.

"Yes, my dear Jessica? Whatever can I do for you?"

"I need help!"

"Alright, then let's get you out and I'll give you another wash cloth wipe down or whatever."

"No! That didn't do anything useful and I'm already in here," I could hear the frustration and sass dripping off every word.

"Well then I'm not sure what else I can do. What do you want?"

"I want you to help me! Please!!" Desperation started making itself known in her voice.

Thoroughly confused by what she was wanting, and quite frustrated myself, I asked, "Ok, and how the hell do you want me to do that, I'm out here and you're in there. We can just do like we did last night but you gotta get out. Or, turn off the water and turn around and I'll do you in there...like last night," my face turned beet red at the odd turn of phrase that I used.

Jessie growled again, loudly this time, "Can you just get in here with me, damnit."

I stood there, staring at the blank shower curtain, imagining she was directly on the other side staring back at me. Any other woman telling me to get in the shower with her and I would have been naked before she finished her sentence. This was not one of those times, however.

"Uh...how about fuck no?"

"Jake, please? It'll be basically the same as last night...just, ya know, in the shower, with actual running water and soap and shampoo? Just put on some swim trunks!"

"First, I don't have any swim trunks, and second, fuck no." This is the point when I actually wanted to say yes. That was a lie, I think I probably wanted to say yes when she first asked me. But I couldn't just do that, now could I? That would be weird, right? Right.

"How do you not have swim trunks??" She sounded legitimately incredulous.

"I dunno, I just don't. No what's it gonna be then?"

The sound of running water filled the space vacated by our conversation as Jessie got quiet. Easily 2 or 3 minutes passed before she spoke, "Ok, just get in then."

"I'm not getting in and standing there with soaking clothes. That's stupid."

"Take of your clothes, stupid."

"Take off my....but you're naked!" I whisper shouted as I stepped closer to the curtain.

"Yea, as one does in the shower. And why the fuck are you whispering? Mom and dad are in Florida, not the living room. Nobody gives a shit. You ALREADY saw my girl today, might as well cap it off and get in the shower with me. Besides, I'm not turning around to give you any views or to get any views of my own. Keep it simple."

I simultaneously wanted to do this and did not want to. The one reason I didn't want to, and a sizable reason if I do say so myself, is that I'd had a raging hard-on since I helped her out of her shirt, and this conversation had not done anything to help relax it...

"Just cmon, dude. Whoopie doo, you have a penis, I'm SO surprised. Can you hurry up now?"

I let out a dramatically audible sigh as I took off my shirt, then socks, then my pants, with my belt thudding as it hit the floor.

"Wooo! Just a couple of siblings, gonna take a shower together! Party in the shower, y'all!" Jessie yelled, her voice echoing in the bathroom.

"Ok, enough, you want me to do this or what?"

"Uh huh, sorry," I could here her stifling a laugh, amused by her own antics.

Even though she wasn't watching, I braced myself as I removed my boxers. The nerves had tempered my erection, which was now only half hard, but still swinging prominently between my thighs.

"Face away, I'm coming in."

"I AM, I am," she said, sounding almost annoyed.

I opened the curtain and stepped in. Jessie stood there under the water, facing away, and clutching her left arm over her breasts perhaps out of reflex. Maybe also from reflex she looked over her shoulder as I stepped in, mouthing a 'WOW' silently to herself before I caught her.

"Hey! I said face away damnit!"

"Okay, okay, chill out...BIG brother...there, now we're even."

"You've gotta be kidding me..."

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of...if you don't mind me saying..."

"I DO mind you saying....that just makes me feel weird. Did my sister just compliment....my penis? Do you know how WEIRD that feels?" I said as I walked up behind her, keeping my distance, but not quite sure what to do with my hands.

"You mean, do I know how weird it is for my brother to say I had a nice pus.....vagina? Not more than a few hours ago?"

I had nothing to say, feeling self-conscious. I reached my hands around to put them in the warm water, before running my hands up and down my chest and stomach, causing Jessie to jump at the sight of my hands appearing on either side. I looked down as I did, admiring Jessie's two rounded cheeks and full thighs, wishing I could just spin her around to get the full picture. She had her right arm resting on a soap shelf out of the water, with her hips cocked slanted as she leaned on her good foot, almost full of attitude. I felt my cock beginning to swell again towards a full erection as I did my best to calm myself.

"Ok, so what now?" I asked.

"Typically, BIG brother, in a shower we wash."

"Ok, enough with the big brother stuff, you're gonna give me a complex or something."

"Jeeze, sorry, just trying to give you a compliment and keep it light. I'll stop. Hair first please, and watch the cut towards the front."

I grabbed the lavender shampoo that she had requested at the store and put some in my hands, then slowly kneaded it into her hair, making small swirls.

"Mmm, feels nice when someone else does it," she said as she let her left arm drop from her chest to her side and leaned her head back. As she did, being somewhat taller, I was able to see over her shoulder to the tops of her well-formed chest, and dark nipples jutting out like diamonds in front of her. This new view gave my lizard brain all it needed to fully fill my cock. As it did, I accidentally poked Jessie firmly on her cheek, causing us both to jump.

"Was that..." She asked, stopping herself half way from looking over her shoulder again.

"Yea, sorry. I....I can't help it."

"Wait, you have a...an erection...because of me?"

"Uh...yea. I'm really sorry. I can't really control it..."

Jessie looked over her shoulder, just enough for us to see each others faces and smiled, "No, it's, ya know, flattering I guess. At least someone thinks I'm pretty..."

I put a hand on her shoulder and gave a light squeeze, "You're beautiful, Jessie, I mean it." She reached up and put her hand on mine.

"Ok...now I feel weird, or weirder I guess. I'm standing naked in the shower with my brother and he tells me a beautiful..."

The splattering of the water on the bottom of the shower filled the silence between us.

"Rinse?" I asked her.

"Mmhmm," she lowered her head into the water, having the effect of sticking her butt out a little farther towards me. I had to back up slightly to keep from poking her with my member again. As she did, I began lathering a washcloth with soap.

"Ready for soap?"

"Yep."

Just as I had the night before, except this time with actual body wash, I made my way from her shoulders, arms, and down her back. I'll admit that I may have lingered a bit too long as I circled her ass, which Jessie had to clear her throat to remind me to keep moving. I knelt down, putting me eye level with her wonderous smooth rear as I slowly came up her right leg. Feeling almost about to pop, I gave myself a few good strokes slowly up and down the length of my shaft, relishing the experience as it may never happen again. As I came up her right thigh with the cloth, Jessie spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist a bit, allowing me to wash her right thigh without rubbing the left where her injury was. In doing so, she gave me another small glimpse of her lower lips. I said nothing as I felt my cock twitch as a bead of precum formed on its tip, and my heart pounded throughout my whole body. I had never been this excited, this sexually aroused as I was right now. Her labia, unlike earlier today, appeared flush and plump with blood, just as my cock was...aroused, and slightly opened, revealing the flower of her inner labia, what little I could see anyway.

I decided to I try something. Something risky, and stupid, and I clearly wasn't thinking with the right head anymore. As I washed up her thigh towards her vulva, I decided to continue all the way up. I allowed the washcloth to brush her plump waiting lips gently at first, then again, slightly rubbing back and forth, but only just barely.

Jessie squeaked, and jumped, "Oh! Uh, Jake?" She cleared her throat, loudly.

"What?" I continued to wash around her thigh, occasionally glancing my sister's pussy lips with the cloth.

"You're, um....you're rubbing on my.....on ME....", she flexed her toes as she said this.

"Oh! Oh god, I'm sorry, Jess. Fuck, I'm sorry," I felt like I overplayed my fake surprise. Maybe she bought it.

"Mmhmm, it's okay, left leg please."

Jessie's breathing seemed to have quickened, and she began taking deeper breaths, much like I was. We were both in this situation, this taboo and improper situation together, which had become unexpectedly highly erotic and had become highly aroused by each other.

I repeated the process up her left leg, slowing and being much more careful on her thigh.

"Careful, careful," she said, letting out a pained wince and gasp.

"Right, sorry." I decided to discard the cloth for a moment so as to not rub too hard over her burned thigh and instead soaped up my hands.

"I'm going to use my hands here, is that okay?"

"Yea, that's fine, just be gentle," she said, almost fidgeting as she stood there.

I placed my hands on her left thigh, gently, and began slowly soaping her, rubbing my hands back and forth. Jessie reacted to the new sensation of my hands as opposed to a rough cloth by leaning out her leg a little more, spreading her thighs in some type of anticipation, perhaps wondering how far I would go. Her skin was smooth and soft, up until I reached the injury. I slowed and softly soaped her burn, causing her to whimper.

"Still okay?"

"Yea, just tender, it's fine..."

I passed the burned area, moving my hands slowly up to the top of her thigh, again where it would meet her pelvic area. And where her delicate pussy awaited. I slowed my massaging as I approached, gauging her reaction, waiting to see if she would say anything or move her body away. Nothing. Except...she moved her hips in such a way that it caused my hand to slide further up her thigh. As it did, my bare index finger rubbed past the bottom of her lips. She let forth a quiet grunt and flexed her toes off of the shower floor, relishing the sensation. I continued soaping her upper thigh, grazing my finger across her lower labia every few rubs around her thigh, causing her to breath deeply in and out. I decided to pretend to remain uncognizant of the action, rubbing across her soft lips a few more times before stopping. As I dropped my hands off of her thigh, Jessie let out a disappointed "Hmph" to herself.

I finished up and stood back up behind her, my cock bobbing as I did and inadvertently snapping on her cheek, causing us both to jump again from the sensation.

"Ok, now the front please and then we're done," Jessie said, a bit of wispiness apparent in her voice.

"Um, yea, no problem but....ok I'm just going to tell you, my....my cock is like really hard and I've been trying to keep my distance from you....when I reach around to wash your front I'm gonna have to get closer....it's going to have to get closer. Just so you know."

"Still?"

"Yea..."

"Oh, now I'm really flattered. Ok. Thanks for telling me, just do what you gotta do. I appreciate all of this, really."

With her permission, I stepped closer to be able to reach around her front, and as forewarned, my cock slid along her left ass cheek, slick with suds, jutting out sideways between us. Jessie let out a loud laugh as it did, causing me to laugh along with her as I reached around and began as I did the day before, starting at her upper chest, then skipping and moving around her breasts to her stomach. As I moved down her stomach towards her pelvis, perhaps thinking I wouldn't stop before her sensitive area, Jessie backed her hips away from my hand, pushing her ass into my own hips. As she did, my cock, slick with soap and water, then slid around in a semicircle and nestling itself with a slap in the path of least resistance, between her upper thighs, and right in between the folds of her outer labia, the cockhead poking out the other side of her thighs in front.

Jessie and I both took a sharp breath at the new sensation. Our genitals weren't connected, but resting next to each other, my cock wedging itself in her folds. Jessie took in a deep breath, and then another, heaving her chest.

"I'm...sssor...", I managed to get out before Jessie nodded her head and a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"Mmhmm," she almost moaned, still nervously nodding her head. Jessie moved her hips in a few small movements, causing my cock to slide back and forth along her lips before stopping, seemingly to figure out if it was really what she thought it was resting against her lips.

Dizzy with lust, trying to resist the overpowering urge to grab her by the hips and plunge into her depths, I asked, "Do you want me to move, or get out of the shower now? I'm really sorry."

Jessie quickly shook her head back and forth, "Nuh uh....just keep washing....". She pursed her lips and blew out a lung full of air before quickly sucking in another short breath.

Why didn't she tell me to move? Why didn't I immediately jump back? Why didn't she turn around and slap me? This shouldn't be happening... in no way was this right. I guess....it happened because we both wanted it to happen? Maybe just for a bit of excitement? Unable to resist, we let it continue.

"Ok, I'm gonna wash your breasts now, do you...still want me to do that?"

Wordless, Jessie vigorously nodded her head. I did as I was told and slowly worked the washcloth around each breast. They fit comfortably in my hand, just barely filling each as I cupped them under the cloth, not too big or small. Perfect. Her nipples were still rock hard, poking into my hand as I passed over them. I gently kneaded the plump tissue, top, sides, and then underbust thoroughly and methodically, from one breast and then to the other before returning to repeat the process. I was relishing the sensation, knowing I was spending much too much time on the task at hand...literally at hand. As I was about to finish washing, I gave her right breast a small pinch through the cloth, causing her to push her crotch into my penis again, dragging her pussy across the length of my cock. Jessie glanced over her shoulder at me, no smile, no scowl, but a look of pure lust. Perhaps she was thinking the same this as I was, longing to be filled.

Not wanting to say the words, I did anyway, "Ok, I think I'm done..."

She turned her head back forward before replying, almost sternly, "No, I need you to wash me - down there."

Still soaking up the sensation of the warmth that my cock rested against, I replied astonished, "You're kidding right?"

"Dead serious...she's gotta be cleaned too..."

I sighed, with both frustration and excitement, not knowing how much more I could take before I blew my load all over her freshly cleaned thighs, but I complied.

I readied the washcloth before making sure and holding my hand over her pubis, "Ok, ready?"

Jessie nodded her assent and I started. I washed back and forth over the top of her pelvis, slowly down towards her vulva, finally reaching something that felt like the folds, I then washed down and up and back again. Jessie pushed back against me again and stood a little taller on her toes before I took my hand away. As I was about to separate from her, Jessie piped up,

"That's it?"

"What do you mean?"

As if I could hear her audibly rolling her eyes, Jessie continued, "It's not a penis that you can quickly rub with soap. You need to WASH. I actually like being clean down there....I dunno what kind of women you've been with.... You have to actually wash down there, like inside the folds a bit."

"Uh, you sure?"

"Yep."

"Ooo-Kay..."

I returned my hand to her vulva with the cloth, this time manipulating the folds of her labia back and forth gently.

"Mmm," Jessie let slip quietly.

"What'd you say?"

"Huh? Nothing. I didn't say anything," she gasped every few syllables, "Objectively...ya know, feels good. I can't help it."

She chuckled as I replied, "You're brother is washing your vag and you think it feels good, eh? What a perv..."

"Ugh, you're the perv....we're both pervs I guess," she laughed nervously as she pushed her hips down into my hand to create more pressure against her pussy, which also pressed against my swollen member still nestled safely along the lower part of her labia.
I slowly rubbed down the length of her lips, feeling the sensation on my cock head when I reached it with the rag as it stuck out between her lips, and then back up. As I reached the top of her lips, Jessie leaned her head back, almost laying it on my shoulder. I repeated this several times, slowly, before I allowed a finger to 'slip' from the cloth and allowed it to run up the length of her lips, and sliding across her clit before removing my hand.

"Ok, all done," I said, trying not to sound diss appointed.

"What!?", she quickly replied, in fact, sounding disappointed, before catching herself, "I mean, ok. Yea. Thanks."

Both of us severely sexually frustrated but trying to keep ourselves grounded, I backed away, my cock once against sliding across her labia before it left her thighs. Jessie visibly shuddered as it did. I almost came as I did, having to forcibly hold in my own orgasm for a minute or so until the feeling passed.

"Ok, I'll get out first and dry off and change, then I'll get you out. Just keep facing that way till I tell you."

"Mmhmm."

As I started to get out, I saw her turn her head over her shoulder, catching another glimpse of her naked brother.

"No peeking, remember," I said, and she snapped her head back forward.

"Can't ever tell anyone about THIS either...they wouldn't understand...", she said, sounding like she was smiling as she did.

I dried myself and threw on a pair of cotton shorts before telling her it was her turn. She said she was ready and I opened the curtain to her standing facing away. I helped her slowly back out, then gently dried her from head to toe, taking care of all her sensitive areas, before wrapping her hair in a towel. I retrieved one of the thong cut panties that she requested, saying she didn't want anything to cover her thigh, and slowly slid it up her legs, until it perfectly framed the mounds of her cheeks.

"Sports bra and t-shirt?" I asked.

"Just a tank top, please."

I grabbed the shirt and helped slide that over her arms and head, the short material stopping at her lower back and belly, before I escorted her to bed. I couldn't help but to keep glancing at her chest, eyeing her shapely breasts and continually hard nipples poking through, barely supported in the tank. She propped herself up on the pillows and stretched out her legs, her cheeks still blushing rosily. The hot water and steam must have done some good, as her swelling seems to have gone down a bit more transforming her more into the woman that I knew.

"Ok, let me get your nighttime meds ready and I need to wrap your burns again," I said, turning to leave for the kitchen.

I returned a few minutes later, gave her the oral medications with water, and then sat down on the edge of the bed near her legs. I started with her left hand, grabbing it gingerly as she absentmindedly watched some random rom-com on Netflix. I slowly rubbed the topical burn cream around before covering it with new gauze. I shifted my focus to her left thigh, squirting some of the cream on my hand. Anticipating the procedure, Jessie bent her left leg at the knee, spreading it outward to give me room to work on her inner thigh. It was hard not to stare as she spread her leg, revealing the thinner part of her bright blue thong covering her vulva, the lips prominently outlined by the material. My eyes flicked up towards her face, seeing that she was watching me out of the corner of her eyes. She quickly turned her eyes back to her movie, subtly biting her lip as she did. Oddly, the view was similar to one I had seen...occasionally when bringing a woman home, just before removing a set of strange panties and diving in. My cock remembered as well, swelling again making its way down the leg of my shorts.

I started spreading the cream on her inner thigh over the burn, coating it thoroughly with my fingertips. My eyes were unable to concentrate on their task, flitting back and forth from her thigh and her crotch, seeing a small but faint wet spot beginning to grow. We were both still being affected by this...situation, silent arousal heavy between us.

I cleared my throat as I finished, grabbing the gauze and wrapping it lightly around the trunk of her leg. As I stood, she lowered her head, asking me to remove the towel wrapped around her hair. I pulled it off, giving her hair another rub with the towel before taking it to the hamper with our clothes. I returned and flicked off the light.

"Good night, see ya in the morning?"

"You say as if I'm gonna get up and hobble out of here tonight..."

She pointed at the TV, indicating that she wanted it off. I powered it down and turned to leave the room.

"Can you sleep with me again?"

"Of course, if that's what you want," Jessie nodded sweetly as she shifted down in the bed to lay.

I crawled in bed beside her as she waved her arm for me to scoot closer. We lay there in silence as I draped my arm over her side and around her stomach, both replaying the intimate moment we had shared in the shower. After some time, she finally spoke,

"So...THAT was weird, huh?"

I huffed a short laugh, "I know right?"

"Thanks for taking care of me....you've been better to me in the last 48 hours or so than Eric was to me for the last few years....why did I ever marry him?" She asked to no one in particular, or maybe to herself.

"That's a good question...I never really liked him. Thought he was a jerk."

"He didn't like you either, probably because you're such opposites."

A small moment of silence settled in before I broke it, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you this whole time, I just thought you didn't want me interfering with your, ya know, married life and all that."

"No, it's fine. I mean, I wish you had been around more, but that was kinda my fault too. I pushed you away, sort of because he didn't like you, but I did the same to mom and dad. Maybe we both should have been better siblings to each other. But you're here now, when I really need you, and that counts for a lot."

"Yea, I'm here now," I leaned my head over and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Get some sleep."

She snuggled her body into the bed, back and forth, and further into my arm, pressing her butt into my hips and wiggling slightly. She pulled me close behind her and gently held my arm with hers across her torso.

A long silence settled in again. I thought she was asleep and I had just started to doze when she spoke again, "Did you know there were rumors about you, back in senior year of high school? And just after?"

Somewhat drowsily, I responded, "There's rumors about everyone in high school, Jessie."

"Well this one was, I guess, a good rumor about you. Almost got in a fight with one girl who wouldn't stop talking about it..." she slowly stroked the back of my hand with her fingertip as she spoke.

"You? Fighting? Yea right," I spoke into her hair as she lay in front of me.

"For real...this one chick was like, obsessed with you because of it."

"Ok, what was the rumor then?"

Jessie chuckled to herself, "Apparently I just found out it's not a rumor."

"And?"

"Remember Steph? That girl you dated senior year? She was your first, right? Like you lost your virginity to her?"

Still not seeing where this was going, I played along, "Yea, and? We broke up after prom."

"And...she went around and let slip that you were...well endowed. You know, down THERE," she poked her butt into my hips as she said this.

"Jeeze, Jessie, go to sleep..."

"I'm just saying man, I dunno why but it got me really mad people talking about you, I almost fought someone. She REALLY wanted to jump your bones so I told her to stay away from you."

"Gee thanks for the cockblock. Go to sleep."

"And now I know it wasn't a rumor after all! No wonder Steph was so broken up about you two, who wouldn't be, missing out on THAT."

"Jessie, stop, you're making me uncomfortable!"

She squeeze my hand with a couple of her good fingers, "I'm not trying to make fun of you, I promise. I'm just still a bit amazed is all...it's.... You've got a nice one is all. Didn't think they came in that size, in real life. Ya know, not a porn."

"Can we please stop complimenting each others genitalia and GO. TO. SLEEP? PLEASE?"

"Ok, ok, jeeze. Love you, good night."

"Night..."

Hearing her talk about me, about my cock had fully woken HIM up, as if he had his own set of ears, causing him to swell in my shorts between us. I really need to start wearing boxers under my shorts to bed.... Jessie wiggled her ass against me, feeling the rod between us before letting out a short "Hpmh", clearly pleased with herself.

Finally, we both passed out, enough for one day.

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The next day, Jessie had her first couple of follow up appointments. We had a visit to both an orthopedist for her fractures and ankle, as well as with her primary care to take a look at her other injuries, in particular her burns. The good news is that she didn't need to have any surgery and the fractures should heal fine after having been set internally and put in a cast, and her burns and other injuries were coming along nicely, no sign of infection. The bad news, for Jessie anyway, was that full healing of her right arm would take literally months, with the cast needing to remain in place for 6 to 12 weeks. She was pretty well frustrated, being right handed, meaning that once her left hand was able to be used without too much discomfort, she'd have to relearn how to do some things as a lefty for a little while. Hopefully she'd be able to start using her left hand by the end of next week, though she'd probably still need some assistance here and there. Only a few days out and much of her swelling had started to go down, particularly in her face. Other than some discolored spots, she finally looked like my sister again, although she looked like she had taken up MMA and recently lost a match, but still my sister. With many places being shut down or limited business due to the lockdowns, we went on back home, both already tired from spending much of the day in and out of doctors offices.

Once home, I checked in with my boss again, gave an update, and got a list of work items needing attention. I was told that once Jessie was capable of being left alone during the day, I'd be slotted into the originally made in-office rotation schedule, so probably by next week or the week after.

I got Jessie comfortable, this time on the couch and got ready to do some work on the computer for a few hours before she asked me to finally call our parents and let them know what was going on, while being tactful and leaving out some details - she didn't quite want them to know about her and Eric yet, telling me to just make something up about why she's staying with me. She didn't particularly want mom hopping on the first jet over here...neither did I. The conversation went as well as con be expected, lots of concern, lots of telling mom that she didn't need to come straight out here, letting the two of them talk for a bit while watching Jessie constantly trying to keep herself from crying and sounding strong, before we finally hung up. Literally took an hour. Moms will be moms. I made us a quick late lunch as they finished up the call, some sandwiches, with Jessie's cut up into small pieces she could pick up with two fingers using her left hand, before I finally sat down at my desk in the living room near the couch.

I worked for several hours, trying to stay focused, but able to see Jessie's reflection in my monitor. She had taken to being comfortable enough around me to lounge in just a pair of thong underwear I had helped her into last night and t-shirt with a sports bra. I suppose that's nothing after our shower the day before and me having to help her change clothes for the time being, which I was starting to get pretty good at. I couldn't help but constantly look at the space between her legs as her shirt would ride up, making no attempt to fix it, or not caring about it, though it was hard to see in the reflection. It was fairly difficult to concentrate on work with my cock in a constant state of arousal, begging to be set free from my shorts, but I did my best, glad my back was turned to her. I guess she was having her own issues of some sort as she did seem to have difficulty staying still on the couch, constantly squirming and readjusting herself. Thinking she was in pain, I asked her several times while I worked if she needed her medication, which she turned down each time, "Save it for when I go to sleep, it makes me drowsy," she said at one point.

Finally finishing up later in the evening, I made us some pasta, something she could eat holding a spoon now that she was at least able to use a couple of fingers while she used her pointer finger to slowly find a movie for us to watch as we ate. Of course, it would be a romance flick, not really my style, but I indulged her. It actually wasn't bad, although we spent much of the time picking apart the plot together and making fun, something our parents used to hate when we had movie nights as a family, our banter usually ruining the movie for everyone except us. It felt like old times.

Although, when the two romantic leads, the gruff hard-to-love single guy and independent work-a-holic woman finally got together, the inevitable passionate sex scene showed up. This shut us both up, and tension was stiff in the air, among other things. I had been rubbing her sprained ankle, set on my thigh as we watched. Feeling like a schoolboy, I had to shift myself as an uncomfortable erection poked it's way up and tented in my shorts. As I did, Jessie readjusted her foot, grazing the hard rod accidentally, and realizing what it was, quickly jerked her foot away. The accident left us both blushing, leaving us to finish the movie in silence as they went on to live happily ever after.

"Well...." I said, slapping my knees and standing up, my erection down enough, but not entirely, that I could comfortably walk, "It's almost 10, bed?"

"Shower, please," she batted her eyelashes, trying to look cute. Not trying, succeeding, although a bit over exaggerated.

"Alright, you feel comfortable doing it yourself? You're walking a bit better today," I asked, more for show, because I already knew, or hoped I knew the answer.

"No way! I need your hands," she said, the corners of her mouth forcing themselves to stifle a smile, and failing.

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As the shower ran and began to thicken the air with a warm fog, Jessie presented herself in front of the shower curtain as we did the night before, facing away from me. Arms in the air, ready to go. I lifted her shirt off and over, letting it fall. Next, I had to remove her sports bra, which would be a first. It was difficult enough getting it on this morning, not being able to help tuck and shift her mounds out of fear of touching 'too much.' I hooked my fingers under the sides of the bands on her rib cage, causing her to shudder. I lifted up and out as her breasts strained against the elastic but firm fabric before the cloth gave way with two pops, setting them free. Already beginning to get hard, my cock, and my brain wished we could have seen the sight from the front. Alas....

But at least we would be able to view her lovely backside again as I knelt down behind her. I slowly removed the thong from her hips and down over her healthy rear. As I brought them down her legs, taking care of her injuries, a hard to miss wet spot was visible in the crotch of the fabric. Not a lot, mind you, but enough. She was possibly anticipating this as much as I was, maybe more. My mind, and possibly hers as well, were becoming warped by our present circumstances. What was once taboo and inappropriate was becoming....quite normal. But we had to keep up barriers, even if only for show. To who? No one in particular, or maybe to each other.

We both made our way into the shower, my cock already hard, yet again, leading the way as I stepped up behind my sister. I had to remind her to face forward, which I did repeatedly, as if it had become a little game to her, stealing glances when she could.

The same permissions given as the previous night, I washed her hair, then body, back to front. I did, however, keep my distance this time. Not wanting to repeat the accidental closeness that brought our forbidden parts to rest against one another, I kept my pelvis away from her. Seemingly doing the opposite, Jessie found ways to constantly move in ways that brought my member into contact with her skin, mostly the sides of her plump ass cheeks. When needing to reach around to wash her front, not being able to avoid it, I grabbed my cock and maneuvered it straight up and pressed it between us. This had the effect of sandwiching it between my abdomen and the upper part of her ass crack, going up along her lower back a short ways. As I did this, she seemingly slumped her shoulders, as if disappointed compared to the previous night's position. As I washed, the slick friction of our bodies on my cock started to give me gradual building pleasure, so I started to limit my movements, although it must have been evident in my breathing.

I say must have, because Jessie seemed to notice this, and we wordlessly developed our own little game of it. I would attempted to limit her movements as I lathered her front, and she in turn would continue to rub herself against me, slyly turning her head towards me each time. She knew what she was doing, and so did I. As much as I wanted to continue, I wasn't able to bring myself to allow her to do it, and so I countered her moves with those of my own, trying to limit the stimulation.

I continued washing, down her breasts, hardened nipples, stomach, then finally bringing the wash cloth to her pussy once again. Jessie tensed as I did, letting out a short sign of relief and then loosening up as I began manipulating the cloth around, through her folds. Slowly up and down I moved it, as she pushed her body back into me, attempting to move herself up and down opposite the movements of my hand, giving me pleasure as well. I was of two minds as I continued, needing the release for the buildup of the pleasure, but also hearing the little voice inside me yelling to stop, to not cross any more lines. Jessie moaned quietly to herself as the cloth swirled around her clit, itself engorged with pleasure.

I couldn't continue. I pulled my hand away as I backed off from her, my cock bobbing down as I did. I wanted more, she wanted more, but we couldn't. She slumped her shoulders down, clearly as disappointed as I was, neither of us saying anything. She looked back over her shoulder, not to look down at my rod, but staring into my eyes. Just staring at me as I stared back, the rain-like water sounding on the shower floor. She bit her lip and gave me a half smile before flitting her eyes quickly down at my crotch before I quickly covered my length with both hands, still feeling bashful. She winked before turning her head back forward.

I exited the shower as she rinsed, both of us clearly disappointed but afraid to do anything about it.

In bed, I rebandaged her hand, then moved to her thigh. As she made room for me to apply the burn cream and bandage by moving her leg, this time, she pulled both of her knees upward, spreading her legs and revealing her panty-covered pussy, the shapes of her anatomy readily apparent. Not wide enough to be obscene, but enough that I understood her message as she looked straight into my eyes. I paused for a moment as we drank up each others gaze, seemingly having a full conversation with our looks, loving, yet almost pained. I broke our gaze to return to my task, and upon seeing a small damp patch appearing on the crotch of her underwear, I looked back at her, still staring at me. I reached my hand upward and gently grazed the outside of her panty, following the line of her slit with the back of my index finger up until it disappeared, before looking back into her eyes. She furled her brows up, disappointed, but knowing that we couldn't. The knowledge didn't decrease either of our desires as she sighed, looked down as if I had completely rejected her. I hadn't, but who we are to each other had done that for us.
I finished wrapping her leg and then stood up to turn out the light. Both of us silent, she used her eyes to glance at the spot beside her, asking me to take my place, and I did. She pulled me close behind her as I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into me. Whether disappointed due to lust, or love, or her circumstances, or both of our circumstances together, or maybe all of it put together, she cried herself to sleep in my arms while I followed shortly after.

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The next several days passed in much the same way, almost routine. Even our showers in the evening, increasingly more intimate, had become routine. While we hadn't crossed the boundary that we had mentally agreed upon, we had made our own little games of teasing each other, all without acknowledging anything out loud, only knowing looks into each others eyes. Me being concerned with consent, every night I would ask if she wanted my help in the shower and every night she would respond the same way,

"Yes, please."

And so we would go together.

Each day, her ankle healed more, allowing her to hobble and then walk more effectively. Her bruising and swelling became harder to notice. Her burns, too, seemed to be getting better, with her hand appearing to no longer need to be bandaged, though it still appeared red as the color of a sunburn, and she had some pain when gripping anything, she was beginning to be able to do some small things herself. Although I'm fairly sure she would do it herself, by a week out she was still asking me to help her dress and wash in the shower, holding her arms uselessly as I did. There was no complaint from me. Well, there was, jokingly, but we both knew that the other was enjoying the activities. Her thigh still needed to have the topical cream and bandage redone each night, and she seemed to enjoy making a show of spreading her legs in front of me, a little wider each time, and often with a more and more devilish grin which cause us both to laugh.

Night time seemed to be the hardest for her emotionally, and she would often wake crying and pull me closer. The circumstances that led her here had taken a toll on her, try as I might to help, healing from betrayal would take time as she would alternate between despair and furious anger.

We filled the days with keeping tabs on the news of the virus and lockdowns as things seemed to keep getting worse, while I continued my assigned tasks on the computer. Even after a week, there was still no word from her husband, or supposed soon-to-be-ex-husband. Jessie had begun talks with a divorce lawyer, though due to the lockdowns and her health, it made things slow going, but she was determined to get things moving. She didn't want anything from him other than his signature on divorce papers, even though I told her she was entitled to half of the marital belongings, she was adamant to just put it all behind her.

We did venture out one day and we able to get into a cellular store to set her up with a new phone, hers had been lost in the wreck, and added her to my phone plan. Even this small act almost brought her to tears in the store.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," she kept saying on the ride home, to which I told her it was no big deal.

Towards the end of the first week of her staying with me, I finally had to do my turn in the office for a day. While I was gone, Jessie messaged me asking to use my credit card to order a few things, clothes and stuff, online since it was too hard to do much actual shopping right now, which I also had no problem with.

"I owe you, bro", she texted, "for a lot of things, but for this I definitely owe you."

Again I told her it was no big deal, but she persisted, although I did give her a limit to the spending, I'm not stupid.

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I returned that evening from work with takeout from my neighborhood Japanese place and we ate while watching the news. It's amazing how quickly we had settled into a kind of boring married couple routine.

As the evening wore on into night, I began feeling the need to bring up our shower times. It had been eating at me, even though it seemed as if we both enjoyed it, but I couldn't keep quiet.

"Hey..." I began with trepidation, "I think you can probably start showering yourself now..."

She turned at looked at me blankly as if I had just told her that Bigfoot was coming by for a visit.

"What?" She asked, almost angrily. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? I mean, it seems like your hand and ankle are well enough that you can probably do it yourself. We're siblings, it's not really proper for us to continue on like this. Sleeping in the same bed is one thing, I got that, but us, naked in the shower together....I'm your brother, cmon!"

She tried to cross her arms in front of her chest and she huffed, wincing as her right arm slapped on her left, "But my left hand still hurts from the burn, it's still tender."

"Listen, I love you, and I don't want to do anything that might hurt you, even if it might feel like it isn't hurting, it could still do damage - to both of us. Even if no one ever found out."

Jessie pouted for a moment, before replying, "You haven't been enjoying it?"

"Of course I've been enjoying it, I know we both have. But it's dangerous, what we've been doing. You know just as well as I do it isn't simply about me helping you take a shower anymore..." It felt odd finally speaking it in words, but I was right, and she knew it. We had let this almost take hold of us, and I needed to put a stop to it before it went too far - it already sort of has gone too far. "Am I wrong?"

"No, no you're not wrong."

With that, both of our moods were soured, but it was the right call. Jessie got up and made her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Do you need help getting undressed?" I called through the door as the shower turned on. No answer.

I settled on the bed, just in case, and began flipping through channels on the TV. I couldn't help but feel my disappointment rising, feeling like I was being left out of some type of important life event or something while my sister carried on without me. As I lay there, half paying attention to some random show, the bathroom door opened. Jessie stood there, still clothed, her eyes looking down at the ground.

"Can you please help me? I need you."

Even after registering my objections, I immediately hopped up without a word, perhaps too eagerly, and walked towards her. Jessie sensed this, flashing a wry smile as she turned back into the bathroom.

Jessie took her place in front of the shower curtain, as she had every night the last week, before I twirled my fingers indicating for her to turn around. We both smiled at one another, content to continue our game. I helped her disrobe before shucking my on clothes to the ground, admiring her backside as my cock swelled with the usual anticipation, swaying beneath my thighs as we stepped into the shower, our secret little space.

After washing her hair like normal, I began lathering the washcloth.

"Would you happen to have any washcloths that aren't so coarse? I don't know how you stand it, I used to have like a softer, like, sham cloth that I used."

"No....this is all I have, they're all the same I guess."

"Ugh...okay."

I started washing the back of her neck and shoulders, but Jessie began recoiling against the touch of the cloth. I hadn't realized it in the moment but her acts seemed to be a bit overstated, almost fake.

"I dunno if I can take those things anymore, I have sensitive skin ya know."

I stopped and removed the cloth from her skin, holding it there in the air between us dumbfounded as to what she wanted me to do about it.

"Why don't you....just use your hands?" She shrugged her shoulders as she spoke.

My cock twitched at the suggestion, eager for me to run my hands along her nude body unhindered.

"You want me to...", before I could finish my thought, Jessie interjected.

"Yes, please."

I raised my eyebrows as I looked over her from my position behind her before grabbing the soap and thoroughly lathering my hands. I began again at her shoulders, this time my hands running along her bare skin. At first touch she leaned into my movements, relishing the new sensation. My own body responded, my erection filling to its fullest, tantalized as I massaged my fingers into her muscles.

"Mmm, that feels better, doesn't it?" She turned her head over her shoulder, flashing me a smile.

It made my way down her arms, then her back, to her shapely buttocks as I had many times before, caressing her smooth skin with my fingertips, relathering my hands with more soap as needed. As my hands made their way across her mounds, I gently squeezed, massaging them deeply. Jessie cooed,

"Mmm, I bet you're really good with massages. I bet a lot of lucky girls have enjoyed those magic hands."

"Maybe, occasionally."

I knelt down behind her as my hands snaked down the back of her right thigh, then back up as I soaped around the trunk. Making no pretense, I allowed my hand to gently graze her lower labia as I brought my hand back up her thigh, teasing it with my knuckle as I did. Jessie responded my letting out a loud frustrated "Mmph" before I repeated the process on her left leg. Down, then back up. As I again reached the intersection of her leg and pelvis, I reached my whole hand under and made a long, slow swipe of her vagina with my whole hand. As my hand made its way across the folds of her lips, Jessie nearly collapsed, bending her knees and dropping her weight down into my palm. I used my free hand to make several slow strokes of my hard cock as I knelt, being overtaken by the erotic lust dripping between us.

"Mmm, feels much better without that rough cloth. Thank you."

I stood back up behind her and re-soaped my hands as I approached her. I pressed my body into hers as I began to reach around her front. As per usual, I allowed the length of my cock to slide between us, resting vertical between my abdomen and her rear. Jessie chuckled inbetween forced breaths, still amused by the affect she was having on me. As I brought my soapy hands around either side of her, I again asked for permission to touch.

Almost out of breath, she turned her head to look me in the eye, nodding.

I continued, following her neck down her chest until I began to feel the softer tissue of her breasts begin to build away. I lightened my touch as I slowly caressed downward, feeling her orbs begin to fill each and her hardened nipples cutting into my palms. I gently pinched each nipple between the creases of my fingers as I slowly circled, moving into gentle massaging of her soft breasts.

Jessie moaned quietly, trying not to give away her thoughts, however evident they may be, "Do....do you like them?" She asked, sheepishly.

I thrusted my hips forward, reminding her of my hardness between us, "Can't you tell? I love them."

Jessie giggled as I continued my kneading, disguised as washing. I continued my trek downward, across her flat, but pleasantly soft stomach until I felt her pelvic bone under her the womanly curve of her hips. I paused, afraid of taking the next step, before jessie reassured me,

"We're still good, keep going."

Accepting her invitation, I eased my hands down her pubis until I felt the tissue rise, revealing her soft, hairless lips. As if reading braille with my fingertips, I could feel her outer labia, parted with arousal and anticipating the arrival of my gentle touch. With an open hand, I ran one hand downwards across her lips, then back up before allowing my fingers to find their way into her folds, her clitoris standing prominently at the top, keeping watch. Jessie pressed herself into me again as I ran a finger in circles around her clit while my other hand continued to manipulate her plump lips.

"Oh god..." she let drip from her mouth, her breathing short and deep.

The mutual movements of our bodies had made enough friction on my cock between us that I started to feel myself building towards an inevitable conclusion, perhaps the same as Jessie was building. A pang of guilt washed over me, my skin flushing with heat and shame. Despite her continued reassurances, my conscience forced me to stop. My hands froze.

I slowly removed one hand, bringing it back around her. Sensing my trepidation, as I began to remove my other hand from her sex, she gently placed her left hand over mine, holding it in place on her warm treasure. She gently rubbed the back of my hand with her fingers, as if to offer reassurance for the task at hand, literally. We stood there like this for several moments.

Jessie broke the silence, offering a simple, "Please." I could feel her chest rising and falling as she leaned back into me.

"Please, what?" I whispered into her ear, my own breaths equally forceful. I knew what she was asking, but I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to be clear about what she wanted.

"Please make be feel good. Make me cum."

As she made her request, she removed her left hand from mine and brought it around behind her, slipping it in between us and snaking her fingers around my shaft. Gently, she slid my cock around, past her buttocks, and nestling it between her thighs. She released it, and bringing her hand back around, she raised herself up on her toes as she regained control of my cock, using her hand to bring it forward along the length of her labia, the tip almost able to reach the top of her clit as she pressed along her lips. Holding it there, she began grinding her hips against my length, and I simultaneously began rubbing my fingers around her clit.

I brought my other hand up to her breasts, gently grabbing and kneading them, tweaking her nipples as I did.

Our hands, down south, mingled together along the lips of her vulva, my cock, and her clit. Working in unison, instinctively knowing what our twin needed, we worked gently in the slick suds and water, building in tempo for our mutual rewards. As if out of habit, I leaned my head down and began kissing her neck, making a path up and down behind her ear. Gradually, intently, we worked. Our hands rubbed along each other, cooperating as we stimulated each other and ourselves. Our climaxes rapidly built as we played our taboo game.

Jessie's breathing became strained, "Jake....Jake! I'm gonna cum! Make me cum, please! Cum with me!"

Grinding her hips forcefully while holding my cock along her lips, I felt her body begin to tense.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum! I wanna feel you cum with me!"

Grilling along my member, she ran her hand back and forth, paying care to my sensitive head as I continued on her clit. As her muscles tended in front of me, I felt a wave of euphoria begin at my toes and roll through my body as my testicles tightened, before finally making its way through the length of my cock.

I grunted into her ear as Jessie let out a soft wail. As my cock began pulsing, Jessie pressed it firmly into the folds of her pussy, aiming my shots towards her clit. I felt my fingertips flush with warmth as I ejaculated over and over, dousing our hands and her lips.

As my pulsing finally ceased and the rolling shudders of her own orgasm subsided, we both receded from the plateaus of pleasure as the water continued to fall around us. We both continued our deep breaths, almost in unison, as we each considered what had just occurred.

Jessie gently ran her hand along the length of my slowly deflating cock, spreading our combined juices between us. I too, gently caressed her lips, running my hand across her own. As my cock fell away, Jessie began rubbing her slit up and down slowly, spreading my seed along her sex. Keeping my hand in place, I could feel her gathering the remnants of my orgasm, using her fingers to obtain as much as she could before I suddenly felt her dip her fingers inside.

I slowly stepped back, removing my hand from her mound, shock coming over me at what she had just done, what WE had just done. She looked over her shoulder and, sensing my tension, spoke to me,

"Hey, everything is okay, we're good, okay? Just enjoy the feeling, I am."

I slumped my shoulders, exasperated, yet somehow at ease, still in a bit of post-orgasm afterglow and feeling relieved. She had a way of making even upsetting situations seem....easy?

"Jake? Can I...turn around?"

"You want to turn around? But....then we'll see each other. Don't you think that would be crossing a line?"

"Whatever lines there were have been obliterated...and....I want you to see me...." She said as she moved her left arm across her breasts, holding them into herself for security.

I thought for a moment, not really about her, but more my own insecurity as I placed my hands over my own privates. My cock, deflated but still hanging weightily between my thighs, was now an object of embarrassment, needing to be hidden from my sister's gaze.

"If....that's what you want...." I said, almost bracing myself for ridicule from the one closest to my heart, despite all we had been through.

Jessie let out a sigh, perhaps fearing the same as I, before slowly turning toward me, taking care to keep her cast out of the water. As she turned, it was like a light being turned on in a dark room, or sunrise bursting over a mountain range. It was like seeing her in a new light, because it WAS new.

Jessie stood before me, one arm across her chest while the other, her cast, hooked a finger over the shower rod to keep it dry. She looked down at the floor of the shower before moving only her eyes to meet mine, scared of what I might say about her. Her arm, pressing her breasts into her chest, created a delicate cleavage, with the rest of her soft breast tissue spilling out beneath her hand and forearm. My eyes slowly drank in the sight as they followed downwards, looking over her soft tummy. She had done well to take care of herself, though had the soft curves, a little 'extra' for an average woman entering her 30's. Her wide hips, and soft love-handles almost begged to be gripped, begging for the hands of a lover to caress them. Lower still, my eyes took in the lighter shade of white skin of her pelvis, and finally her hairless mound. The soft lips of her vulva, slightly darker than the surrounding skin, were still parted with arousal, like a flower greeting the sun on a spring morning. Though, instead of dew drops, her petals were moist with water and the mixture of our cum. The outer, darker petals of her lips opened and gave way to the slightly longer and softer pink of her inner lips, small globs of cum, her brothers cum, hanging off of them from where she had spread my seed. A flash of cold sweat rolled over my skin as I hoped she hadn't pushed the seed too far inside her during her ecstasy.

This concern was immediately forgotten as she slowly lowered her left arm from her breasts, letting them fall before my sight. I suppose in my mind, and only seeing her clothed I had imagined them to be bigger, especially after our activities the past week, picturing them from touch alone. They hung from her chest, with the slight sag of a more mature woman, and yet the lingering firmness of youth. Not too big, and yet enough to comfortably fill the hand of a lover in the throes of passion. Her areolae, larger than I had perceived by touch, were a light brown, darkening towards the center of the erect nubbins of her nipples, seemingly reaching out to greet my attention as drops of water made their way, and then fell to the floor. Even the scattered occasional lingering spots of bruising about her body could not deter from the utter perfection set before my eyes. This woman, my sister, was a goddess in human form, sculpted from the pure essence of beauty...and lust. Even her flaws, as we all have them, were beautiful.
"Jessie....you're....beautiful. And sexy. I....I don't even have words to describe how beautiful you are...and beautiful feels like such an...unjust word to use."

She smirked slightly with the corner of her mouth, "You think I'm pretty?"

I felt my cock swell again, filling with warmth and blood under the covering of my hands as I basked in her radiance.

"I absolutely think you're pretty. Ravishing. A fest for the eyes..."

Her eyes glanced down at my hands covering my manhood and then back to my own eyes, asking me to repay the favor. I saw her let her eyes wander as well, my arms, chest, stomach, before staring intently at me covering my own secret area.

"I'm sorry I'm not much to look at, but..." and I removed my hands, allowing her the same courtesy that she had given me. My cock hung downward, though slowly pulsing with each heartbeat as it raised itself, putting on a show for its new audience of one.

"Is that because of me?" She said, watching intently as the rod grew in the space between us, seemingly pointing at the target of its desire, my sisters luscious lower lips.

"It's absolutely because of you. It doesn't...look too bad, or ugly, does it?"

"Are you kidding?" She laughed, "You are handsome, all of you is handsome! Beautiful even. And that," nodding her head downwards to my crotch, "Has got to be the most beautiful penis I've ever layed eyes on...I mean....I've only see like three in real life...and ya know, porn. But this one, it puts them to shame."

I blushed, still feeling rather self-conscious. Although, quite proud of myself as well.

"Do you mind me asking...how big?"

I stammered, "I...I dunno."

"Bullshit, how big? Don't make me go find a tape measure."

I shrugged, "I dunno, 7 and a half...maybe eight inches..."

It's eight, on a good day. Male curiosity and boredom and the need to prove myself made me find that out in my teens.

"Well, BIG brother, he's kinda thick too...gonna make a girl get all hot and bothered over here. You don't ever need to be ashamed of yourself, especially around me. I know what you've got now. Those rumors actually don't even do you justice!"

She giggled as I nervously laughed along with her. She held out her hand and looked me in the eye,

"You've gotten to feel me up and down every day...so you mind if I..."

"I guess, if you want," my cock seemed to throb upwards to meet her as I said this.

Jessie reached her hand down and gently wrapped it around the head of my cock, then slowly sliding it a little down the shaft, her fingers barely touching as they made their way around. I let out a soft grunt from the sensation.

"Jeeze....wow. Um, I actually don't even know what to say anymore."

She let her hand stroke down towards the base of my shaft then back up, eliciting a drop of precum....or post-cum to form at the tip.

Jessie smirked again, adding, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious...to know how it would feel. Eric....Eric's isn't like this. Not even close. Not by miles..." she stroked back down to the base again, tightening her grip, "but I guess this is the one prize IN THE WORLD that I can never have, because of who we are to each other." She shifted on her feet as she cocked her mouth to one side, disappointed yet understanding.

Still holding her grip, she took a step closer to me. And then another. And then one more, bringing our bodies to almost touching. As she did, she purposefully angled my cock, pressing the head into her clit as she stared in my eyes.

"Feels like a curse almost, doesn't it? So close..." she looked down at our sex, meeting, and yet not combined, before looking back into my eyes, "and yet, so far. We could almost have it all, couldn't we?"

"Almost...", my breath trembled.

She stood on her toes, raising herself up while keeping me in contact with her, "Can I kiss you?"

I nodded, and she leaned up as we both closed our eyes, Jessie pressed her lips to mine, gently working them over my own before parting them slightly and bringing her tongue to meet mine. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into an embrace as we let our tongues dance. She released her grip on my cock and put her arm around my neck, allowing my cock to slide down the length of her labia again, still slick with our juices, begging to enter the forbidden tunnel between her legs. We stayed like this for several minutes, exploring the wet warmth of each others kiss before parting. She put her forehead against mine, before speaking,

"Just so you know, the fact that you're my brother is the only reason I'm not jumping that bone of yours right now, and after the way you made me feel a few minutes ago, that reason is hanging by a thread..."

"So...you're saying part of you wants to...fuck your brother?" I ran my hand down her back, squeezing her ass.

"Yep...especially the part that matters, and I'm not ashamed to say it." I felt a warm twitch on top of my cock as her muscles in her groin contracted, as if attempting to pull me in.

I sighed with the most immense weight of sexual frustration that I've ever felt, closing my eyes. I felt myself trying to build enough courage, to both pull myself away, but also to shove myself inside her waiting cunt. I knew in my heart that she would willing accept either possibility, and only the first - more appropriate - option would bring her disappointment.

As if on the same mental wavelength as I was, she gave me a much shorter, sweeter kiss on my lips before lowering herself from resting on my length before parting altogether. My cock bobbed between us as she did, amusing her.

"I guess we should go to bed?" She suggested, "You did make me feel really good, by the way. I hope I did the same for you. Maybe we could....you know, do that again sometime? Only if you want to, though. No pressure."

"Yea, you did. And same to you, only if you want to. Let's get out and go to bed."

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The next couple of weeks passed as Jessie healed, becoming almost independent of my help, except for her broken wrist still in a cast. Much of her pain began to be much more manageable, both mentally and physically. She was well on her way to recovery, and emotionally seemed to be coping a bit better, with the sorrow giving way to mainly anger over the wasted years she spent with the wretched man who hadn't even called to inquire about her. The lawyer she hired was busy putting things in place for a divorce, though still hampered by lockdowns, etc. Jessie began looking toward the future now, investigating ways to get back on her feet, and hoping to return to school to finish her degree in nursing.

Our forbidden moments in the shower continued, not every day, but many, and we held firm to our agreed upon line that we wouldn't cross. We were satisfied...and frustrated to just giving each other pleasure through each others touch alone. We spoke in hypotheticals about what we WOULD do to each other, if given the chance, but no more than just words during moments of lust.

One evening, after I returned from my rotation in the office for the day, I found Jessie crying quietly on the couch. Although I understood her sadness, I had thought she had mostly moved past the phase. I walked over to her after setting my things down and kicking off my shoes.

"Hey...what's going on? Wanna talk about it?" I sat to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she sat there, knees pulled into her chest.

Jessie shook her head as she wiped her cheek with a tissue. Her phone sat in her lap, with the Facebook newsfeed pulled up.

Her voice broke as she started, "Oh, just stupid stuff is all. I was just scrolling through here," she pointed at her phone, "And I saw a mutual friend of mine and Eric's tagging him and congratulating him about becoming a father soon."

Jessie trailed off before adding, almost as an aside, "I guess she's probably a few months along now..."

I rubbed her shoulder slowly, "Hey, that prick is her problem now, not yours."

She nodded, "No, I know, I know. I guess I just started thinking about how I always just assumed I'd be a mother now, ya know? I was just really down about that, my possibilities being taken away..."

I gave her shoulder a squeeze, then tried to reassure her, "There's always possibilities. We're gonna get you better, back on your feet, and I know you'll find another man, you're hot! You'll be batting them away like flies till you find the one you want!"

She nodded, still sullen, "The one I want....yea, maybe...."

I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Hungry? Figured I could make us some pancakes and omelettes, breakfast for dinner!"

Jessie raised her hand, placing it over her cheek for a moment where I had kissed before moving it to rub her eye, "Yea, sounds good. Do you mind if I hop in the shower just for a quick wash while you do that? I'm just gonna see how I do for myself, with one hand and all."

Feeling slightly offended, even though I shouldn't, I asked, "You don't want me to...?"

"Not tonight," sensing my tension, she quickly spoke, "but what we....do.....is wonderful and nice, and sweet, and I really, like REALLY like it, but tonight I just want a quick shower. Ya know, girl time?"

I nodded, "Ok, ok, yea. I'll get working on breakfast-dinner." The feeling of being left out of something special still hit me, but I pushed those thoughts away, knowing that our taboo activities would indeed come to an end eventually, especially once the lockdown is lifted as she can find her own place. An uncomfortable lump in my throat made itself known as a disappointing hole appeared in my heart.

I changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt as I heard the shower turn on before I made my way to the kitchen.

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I had just finished dinner, plating the food as I waited for Jessie to come out. The water had turned off a while ago, and I assumed she was having trouble getting dressed, but wanting to give her independence, I left her to her own devices.

Finally after several more minute passed, I heard the bathroom door open.

"Hey Jake?," she called from the bedroom, "I wanna show you something, something I ordered the other day online... I haven't worn something like this in a long time, so no judging."

"Ok...foods getting cold, took you long enough..." I called back to her as I set our plates on the island counter.

"Sorry, I had to shave, was getting pretty prickly. Really a challenge with one hand," she said as she walked into the kitchen.

Jessie stood in the doorway, leaning on the door jamb, wearing a black flowing silk nightgown that hung just to the top of her thighs. The thin straps hugged tightly to her shoulders, and the cupless bust allowed her shapely chest to present a healthy amount of cleavage, her hard nipples pointing prominently through the thin fabric. A matching pair of black panties could be seen just below the cutoff of the gown, really more of a long tank-top, as it covered her pubis. Already familiar with the sight of her bare pussy, by touch and sight, I was able to make out the familiar contours of her lips through the fabric.

Even though we had spent plenty of time naked around each other, this new view of my beautiful sister wearing what amounted to lingerie made my loins begin to swell. I moved myself behind the counter to hide my growing erection as my mouth hung open.

"How does it look?" She asked, seeking my approval, "I thought it might be a little more comfortable to sleep in."

"It would look just as good crumpled up on the floor....if I were to rip it off of you," I said, halfway joking, "You look stunning, honestly."

"Mmhmm, I bet." She walked to the stool at the counter, almost sashaying her hips as she did, where I pulled it out and helped her get a seat.

"I will need your help putting lotion on later, if you would be so kind letting me borrow those hands of yours," she said as I took my seat next to her.

I chuckled a "Sure" as we ate our meal.

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Jessie reclined on the bed in her silk nightie, itching at the skin around the edges of her cast before I reached up and lightly popped her hand. She scowled back at me playfully,

"You're gonna scratch it raw, tap. Tap it."

I squirted some lotion into my hand before rubbing both hands together. I sat on the edge of the bed near her legs and began slowly working the lotion in around her ankle. Her freshly shaven legs were smooth and soft under my palms, gliding easily with the aid of the lotion.

Jessie mocked my voice, lowering hers to comical effect, "You're gonna scratch it raw, mehhh."

"I didn't say mehhhh."

Jessie stuck her tongue out as she grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, then streaming an episode of 'Game of Thrones' that one or the other of us had fallen asleep to the other night, or both of us probably.

I worked the lotion up her calf, then the thigh of her right leg. We had become so used to each other's touch, particularly on our intimate parts, neither of us flinched as my hand edged closer and closer to her panty-clad pussy, though you wouldn't think that by the way my cock slowly engorged down the leg of my shorts. Old habits I suppose.

I brushed the back of a finger across her slit, eliciting a light pop from her on my shoulder.

"Aw, did someone miss our shower time today?"

"Nope, well yea, but no, just admiring these new panties, they're soft."

"Mmhmm, a likely story." Shifting her focus back to the TV, "So, they get to bone each other in fantasy land, but not me and MY brother. We don't get to indulge..." She held her hand up in exasperation at the show as a scene of the siblings, Jaime and Cersei, engaged in some kind of primal incestuous love-making.

"Well, they don't GET to, I mean, it's still wrong in their world too, that's why they keep it a secret."

I shifted my hands to the other leg, repeating the process, taking care as I passed over her almost healed burn, feeling different than her surrounding skin.

"It doesn't look too bad, does it? I don't think I'll be able to wear a bathing suit again, it's so horrible."

"It's not horrible. Besides, if it bothers you that much, they said you can look into plastic surgery after it's fully healed."

"Nope, there's no plastic on this body...," she shook her chest back and forth, "and never will be."

"It's not actually plastic, it's...never mind."

I brushed my finger along the outside of her panty again, causing her to squint her eyes at me, "Now you're just being cruel," she said with a wry smile.

I shifted in the bed and began applying lotion to her arms and shoulders, gently massaging her left hand when I arrived, before moisturizing the top of her chest and neck. As I was about to put the bottle of lotion away, Jessie reached her left hand up and slipped the straps of her nightie down her shoulders, one at a time, before slowly peeling down each covering over her breasts. She bunched up the gown around her stomach.

"Well, we may not get to have fun like that, but you can tell me how wonderful your sister is while I let you lotion up muh tit-tays," she chuckled.

"Heh, I'm pretty sure these fall outside the definition of 'titties', boobs, certainly, maybe....bazongas? Cannons?" Jessie laughed at the proposal of 'cannons.'

I reapplied the lotion to my hands, then slowly began kneading it into her breasts, starting at the tops. I worked my way down the outsides, then back around down the inner portions, circling my way towards the center of each. Her nipples slowly cinched together, hardening as I edged closer, before finally giving each a firm pinch.

"Ooh....there goes my naughty brother, pinching my nipples again," she rolled her eyes. Her cheeks had flushed a healthy shade of pink, along with the top of her chest.

I pulled the covering back over her breasts, her nipples almost cutting through the fabric, and pulled the straps back over her shoulders. She patted the bed next to her as I put the bottle back into the bathroom, then took my spot. Jessie rolled towards me, resting her head on my shoulder.

Jessie was unusually fidgety while we lay there, illuminated by the flickering television. She couldn't quite seem to get comfortable, shifting this way, and then that way, keeping her head on my shoulder and arm across my chest.

"Something is obviously bothering you, wanna talk about it?"

Jessie sighed, shifting again.

"We don't have to if you don't want to....just know I'm always here," I squeezed her shoulder.

Jessie sighed again, this time more forceful before finally speaking, "Why have you been taking such good care of me? The past few years, we weren't exactly as close as we used to be..."

I felt her look up at me from my shoulder, a stray strand of wavy brown hair falling across her nose.

"Because I'm your brother, and I love you, probably more than I love anyone else. You can choose friends, girlfriends, boyfriends....husbands, but you don't get to choose family. But..." I reached a finger to move the hair from her face, "If I got to choose my sister, I'd choose you every time. We've always been in sync, even apart."

She smiled, contented by this answer, but then furrowed her brow, still having something on her mind. She slowly got up, sitting back on her calves, knees spread slightly.

"Can you turn the light on for a minute?" She asked sheepishly.

I rolled over and clicked the bedside light on before coming back to rest on my elbow. I realized I had a small view between her legs and had to shift myself as I felt my cock twitch, I felt like this would be some sort of serious conversation.

She sat there, hands in her laps as she picked at the small fibers on her cast. She bit her lip nervously as the strand of hair returned to her face. I reached up and tucked it behind her ear, causing her to smile faintly.

"First, I love you. I love you like you love me, maybe even more than..."

I cut her off, rudely, "Yea right..." before she held up her hand, gently motioning for me to let her finish.

She cleared her throat, "I love you. I love everything that you've done for me, you've gone above and beyond, waiting on me, taking care of me, helping me when I needed someone the most, when I needed you the most. Not to mention....our other activities, you have made me feel more special and valuable than I realized that I have in quite a long time."

She reached out and rubbed her hand on my thigh, squeezing it gently.

"And you know how I've told you how hard things have been the last few years, and obviously recently. I was...discarded, no point in beating around the bush about that," she waved her hand in the air, "discarded by a man I thought I needed, who I now realize has just been a huge jerk the whole time."

She moved her hand back to my thigh, slowly rubbing.

"So, my brother who loves me. I say all of that to say, I haven't had a lot of good things...for myself. But....there is something that I would like for myself, just to get a taste. And I need your help to get it."

Imagining some type of request with a price tag attached, although that wouldn't bother me, I nodded, "Of course, anything. Well....almost anything. Maybe."

Jessie gulped, and took a breath before continuing, "Well, then this will probably fall into the 'almost anything' category."

"Well? Let it out, then."

She gulped again, "Ok, before you answer, I want you to at least consider it. Just, hold in your snap reaction and consider it, keeping in mind everything I said, and yes I was trying to guilt you a little."

"Oh god..." she muttered to herself, "Ok, I know we have sort of agreed on a line, one that we weren't going to cross...you know, a certain FORBIDDEN line?" She raised her eyebrows several times, hinting.
I knew what she was hinting, but it was amusing watching her squirm, so I played dumb and stared at her blankly.

Jessie growled, "You know...." Before finally silently mouthing the word SEX as if the neighbors next door were listening with their ears to the wall.

"Yes, Jessie, I'm aware we aren't gonna have sex, did you think I needed to be reminded?"

"No, no. Um. I've decided, if you're okay with it, that I want to FEEL you. Only if you want to, and it would be just for a minute. I just want to see what....something like that..." she lightly ran her hand over my crotch, "Would feel like....inside. I've....never had anything like THAT."

I suddenly felt my cheeks turning red, while at the same time my cock began to fill.

"If it's okay....if you don't mind. I mean, I know it's way out of bounds. But it will just be for a minute, I swear. Just so I can feel. And it wouldn't be like, actual sex, you know, like....um....pumping. Just....let it slide in for a minute."

She looked down at her lap, before letting her hand slide up her thigh, slightly parting her knees a little wider, "That way, I'll know what you, I mean, what IT feels like, and you get to know what I feel like. So? What do you think? Do you think you might be able to handle that?"

What do I think? Hell yes is what I thought. And simultaneously hell no. But also hell yes. But, I didn't wanna come off too strong.

"As long as we agree that it's just for a minute, and that it's a one time thing." I said this even though I didn't want either of those things.

"Right, agreed. Can we...try it now?" She brought her hand further up her thigh, lifting up the hem of her nightie, showing me her crotch.

"Sure, if you want."

"Do you need me...to help you get hard or anything?"

"Heh....I'm...uh, sort of already hard."

She glanced at my crotch, then reached her hand over, lightly grazing my shorts until she felt my member, solid as steel. Jessie nodded and then slowly returned to her position on the bed, laying on her back.

"It'll be easier if you're on top."

I nodded and took up a position in front of her as she bent her knees, "Care to help me take these off?"

I reached to the sides of her panties before slowly pulling them down her thighs, over her knees, and then off, dropping them beside the bed. She kept her legs closed for a moment before slowly opening them, keeping her knees bent and feet flat on the bed. It was immediately apparent that the discussion had already worked her into a state of arousal. Her vulva, which appeared to have been freshly shaven and smooth, was already glistening with her wetness. The skin of her lips was slightly swollen and rosy in color, and her clit peaked out from its hood. As Jessie spread her legs in front of me, her outer lips slowly parted, strings of her juices between them and revealing her pink inner lips. As she did this, she also reached up and slowly brought down her nightgown straps off of her shoulders, then slipped them off completely before again peeling down the coverings on her breasts. Her nipples still stood at attention before me.

"Now it's your turn," she said as she let her fingers trail down her slit a few times before circling her clit.

Standing beside her, I did as instructed and lowered my shorts, kicking them out of the way. My cock bounced up as it was released from its cage. Giddy with excitement, it had already produced a small bead of precum at its tip.

I kneeled back in front of her, my cock pointing directly at the forbidden place that it should never go, the place it had longed for - my sister's beautiful perfect pussy.

"I don't have any condoms, I don't think," I said, fearing her answer.

She thought for a moment, "It's okay. Remember, it's just for a minute, doesn't really count as sex so we won't need one. Technically..."

Jessie dipped her fingers into her wet tunnel, moistening them, before re-emerging and reaching up to my shaft to lubricate it with herself, repeating the process several more times. Each touch and stroke eliciting an unintentional grunt from me. Finally, she began leading me by my cock down towards her opening as I kneeled, scooting myself forward.

"Are you sure?" I asked of her.

"I am, are you?" She responded holding me at her entrance.

The head of my cock sat at her entrance as she removed her hand, bringing it to her breast, massaging slowly.

"Please," she asked me.

I pushed forward with my hips slowly, delicately, as I felt her lips attempt to resist the invader, before relaxing and bidding me to enter. Jessie inhaled a sharp breath of air as my cockhead made its entrance, her labia stretching around and reaching for my shaft.

I bent my body forward and planted my hands on either side of her as I slowly inserted my cock into my sister's hungry opening. It almost felt as if she were sucking me in. The wet, warm, walls of her tunnel strained against my thickness. As I inserted the first few inches, I met resistance. I sat like this more a moment, allowing her to relax before continuing my journey. Jessie's eyes rolled back before retraining her sight towards my eyes. As I let out a soft grunt at the grip of her walls, Jessie brought her hand up to my jaw,

"All the way," she stroked my cheek. As she said this, she wrapped her legs around my hips, using them to push my pelvis towards her. My cock reached half way and I paused again, meeting more resistance.

As I resumed, Jessie said with amazement, "There's still more?"

I nodded and kept slowly inching forward. As her pussy swallowed me whole, her lips reached down to the base of my cock, Jessie laid her head back, "Ohhh, fuuuuck."

I felt my cockhead reach the end of her tunnel, bottoming out inside her as her walls spasmed around me a few times.

"Oh god, I feel so...full. You're stretching me!" She grasped her breast hard this time.

"Jessie, you're really really tight. I probably shouldn't stay like this for long."

"Just a minute, please," she said as she brought her hand down, running down her lips to feel our coupling, then back up to toy her clit, "Oh fuck, I love this. I really love your cock, Jake. I really do."

She continued circling her clit, occasionally sliding down to feel my insertion into her, seemingly amazed at the joining. I felt my cock twitch inside her expelling a drop of precum. Jessie clenched her floor muscles in response, gripping me tighter.

"Can you...pump me a couple of times, I wanna feel it again?"

"I though we weren't going to do that?"

"Well....now we are. But only if you want to. Only a few times."

I couldn't refuse her. I slowly brought my cock almost the whole way out before gently pushing back in, bottoming out on her back wall again.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck...." She said, her pace picking up with her hands. As she did, she slowly began writing her hips around my cock.

"Jessie, you can't do that. That's....that feels too good, you're gonna make me cum..."

She slowed her gyrations, but didn't stop, moaning as she toyed herself. I pulled out and then back in, giving her another pump as I felt the stirrings in my abdomen of heightened pleasure. Without her asking, I pumped again, before stopping in her depths.

"It's been 5 minutes...we need to stop. Did you feel what you wanted to feel?"

"Oh yes, baby. I've never been filled like this before, I love it so much!"

Disappointed, yet trying to be responsible, I began removing my cock from her slick pussy. As I reached the half way point, Jessie locked her feet behind my back, flexing her leg muscles to hold me still.

"We gotta stop now, sweetie, I'm sorry. I wish we could."

Jessie removed her hand from her clit, slick with her juices before running her fingers over my lips, before cradling my cheek, "But we can. You're already here. Just keep going."

I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't, "We have to stop. We have to."

"Is that what you want?"

"No, but we have to."

Jessie slid a finger into my mouth, letting me taste her, "I wanna give you what you want. This is between you and me and no one else. I want it, and you want it. Let's have what we want. All you have to do is keep going."

Without thinking, I slid my cock back into her depths as Jessie guided my face towards hers, bringing me to her lips. Passion and lust flowed from our lips as she brought her tongue to meet mine. Jessie gently bucked her hips underneath me, asking me to continue, and I did. Slowly, I pumped my cock out, then back in, repeating. Each time I felt myself hit bottom, we both grunted.

I gradually picked up my pace, in and out, as the sounds of wet smacking started to fill the apartment. In and out, her walls still clinging tightly to me.

"Oh fuck, Jake, I think I'm in love with your cock. Why didn't we do this sooner...years ago. We could have been fucking like this whole time. I could have been fucking this big cock...."

I grunted, "and I could have had this tight pussy all to myself."

"It's yours now, as long as you want it, just please give me your cock. More! I need more!"

Our breathing, almost in unison, heaved desperately as I continued to increase my pace. Jessie's beautiful breasts flopped up and down with my thrusting, smacking down on her chest as they did. As I felt my pleasure approach its plateau, I had to slow.

"Jessie I have to stop, I'm getting close..."

" I know baby, so am I. Make me cum. Make me cum on your cock. I want to cum on my brother's thick cock."

"No, Jessie, I mean I'm going to cum soon, we need to stop," I grunted, trying to stifle my growing climax.

Panting, Jessie looked me in the eye, "Then cum. Cum for me, I want you to."

"No protection," is all I was able to manage.

"Oh god, I don't care. Cum inside me. Fill your sister, do it. Just keep fucking me."

"Are you....are you on the pill?"

I started pounding harder into her wet canal, feeling her juices escaping from my seal at her entrance. Jessie stared into my eyes,

"No, not for a long time. And I don't care. Cum inside me! Please! Cum inside your sister and give me what I want. Give me a baby, your baby. Fill me up, fill my womb, baby. I want it so bad, and I want it from you, no one else!"

Her hand desperately clawed at my arm as I pumped harder, pistoning in and out of her wet cunt.

"I want your baby, Jake, please let me have it. Plant your seed! Cum inside me! I'm gonna cum, cum with me!"

Feeling her body begin to tense was too much for me, hearing her beg for me to cum, I couldn't hold back any longer. A wave of forbidden euphoria began in my toes and then crashed through my body, seemingly running down my shaft. I thrust my hips forward as deep as I could as I felt the first spasm of my cock shoot it's first rope of incestuous seed into my sister's womb. Jessie let out a loud contented scream as my cock pulsed over and over, each pulse depositing a forbidden lifegiving serum into her canal.

One of the most intense orgasms I have ever had was brought about by the one pussy I shouldn't be in, let alone ejaculating into - my twin sister's. Hungrily she held me, pulled me into her with an arm and her legs as my cock continued to pulse inside of her depths, draining me.

As our mutual climaxes began to wane, I held my hips thrusted forward. I wanted it as much as she did, I wanted to impregnate her. I wanted to impregnate my sister. Drunk with lust, woozy with desire, and no longer thinking rationally, I wanted to ensure that her womb imbibed as much of my semen as possible. And so I held myself there, my cock keeping her plugged.

Jessie pulled me in for a kiss, our tongues meeting between us again.

"Thank you for that," she cooed softly, "I can't believe we just did that."

As I began to soften, I felt her legs relax around me. As I was about to separate from our joining, a voice I my head practically screamed "Again!"

A few times in the past, I had been able to continue with lovemaking even after orgasm, as long as I kept going. It was rare for me, but I knew this had to be one of those occasions. I needed to make it last, this may never happen again and I needed to enjoy her, for her to enjoy me, just a little longer.

I slowly returned to thrusting my hips, a little at first, our combined juices lubricating my motions. Realizing I wasn't done, Jessie's eyes widened, bewildered, before she began to rotate her hips in time to meet my thrusts. I began to pick up my pace, in and out again, as I felt blood returning and stiffening my rod as it relished in our forbidden union.

Before I knew it, I was ramming my sister again with renewed vigor, wet schlacking again filling the apartment. Jessie moaned with a guttural growl, primal even, as my thrusts continued to push the results of our previous lovemaking further into her canal.

My thrusts began to take on a new, more urgent mission. I wanted to give her what she asked me, I needed to. I pumped the full length out until we almost disconnected, and then back in until I felt the end of her tunnel, repeating without pause. My sister's pussy gripped me tightly as she locked her feet behind me again, her howls growing in volume. A faint sheen of sweat started to form as she neared another completion, heightening my own pleasure as I also approached another orgasm.

Jessie looked at me with a crazed fire in her eyes as the first wave washed over her, her muscles clamping down on my cock, willing me to release. And I did, giving her a fresh dose of my incestuous seed. I held myself as deep as I could once again as we both writhed in pleasure, my cock seemingly spasming without end. Spurt after spurt continued to shoot, arriving in its forbidden destination, sperm eager to make their way into her womb.

As my cock began to wane once again, Jessie pulled me in for another kiss, sweet, tender, before guiding my head to rest on her chest. I watched as her soft breasts heaved up and down with each breath and I used a finger to drawn small circles around a nipple, tracing its contours. My cock twitched a few more times, attempting to spray every last bit of semen into her womb before relenting.

We lay there, clinging to each other, replaying what has just occurred. For my part, the sudden realization, unhindered by lust, now crept its way into my mind. What had we done? What had I done? As if to reassure me, Jessie stroked my head, twirling her fingers in my hair.

Her own voice trembling with tension and the remnants of pleasure, she spoke, attempting to lighten the mood, "Well, I think I'm gonna be pretty sore tomorrow. I am well and truly fucked." Thinking for another moment, she added, "...and thoroughly bred."

I felt the heat of worry coarse through my skin at the word 'bred.' My last thoughts before falling asleep on her chest, her legs still wrapped around me, were of a deep, frightening concern.

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The morning light stunned me as I opened my eyes, a weight laying on my chest as I lay on my back. I looked down to see Jessie's head on my chest, the rounded mounds of her ass sticking out from the bedsheets. I ran my hands over her bare shoulders, seeing her nightie still bunched up around her waist. As I stretched, I felt the covers move over my groin, still free after removing my shorts last night, my morning hardness tenting the sheet. As I stretched, the night's events hit me with a jolt, turning my stomach in loops as I remembered what we had done. Not wanting to believe what had happened, I lifted the sheet to look at my rod, sticking up prominently. Seeing what appeared to be the dried remnants of our coupling, I dropped the sheet and let out a sigh.

Jessie stirred, rolling on her back and stretching. Suddenly her eyes popped open as she shot her left hand down to her crotch, covering it.

"Oh god!" She squealed before hopping up and running into the bathroom. A large wet spot lingered where she had lain, further evidence that the previous night had not been a dream or hallucination.

"Holy....crap it's so much!" She yelled from the bathroom.

I rolled over and buried myself in her pillow, my nostrils breathing in the deep aroma of her lavender shampoo. I felt the wetness of the bed beneath me before rolling out of bed and pulling on my shorts, left mingling on the floor with Jessie's panties as we joined ourselves in the bed overnight.

I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging it down my parched throat as Jessie came out shortly behind me, adjusting her underwear with good hand, making her way to the couch. Jessie sat silently, staring at the carpet of the living room as I stood at the kitchen counter, hands supporting me in my shocked stupor. I made my way to the couch, keeping distance between us as I sat.

Jessie stared blankly for a moment, starting, "So....", she said, not finishing her thought. She was as stunned as I was.

"Yea....", I agreed, a wordless conversation having occurred.

Jessie leaned over to grab my hand, giving it a light squeeze before releasing.

Jessie stood, still looking down at the carpet, "I'm gonna...go shower and clean up."

I nodded, still not speaking.

Jessie made her way into the bedroom and I heard her open the dresser drawer, followed by the bathroom door closing shut. The shower turned on a few moment later.

I sat there on the couch, my hands on my knees as I replayed our coupling in my mind. My cock betrayed me once again, excited at the events, making itself known as it lengthened against my thigh.

As if no longer under my own control, I stood and began walking to the bedroom. My hands shucked off my shorts as I approached the bathroom door, the faint sounds of moaning escaping through the wood. I silently but swiftly opened the door and stepped in front of the shower curtain, the moaning louder as I closed in. I reached to open the curtain slowly to find Jessie leaning her back against the shower wall, her legs spread and eyes closed as her left hand worked her clit in the water.

As I entered the space, Jessie opened her eyes. Upon seeing me, she instantly moved closer and wrapped her arm around my waist to pull me towards her, the head of my cock pushing firmly into the top of her slit nearest her clit. Jessie leaned up and opened her mouth over my own, her tongue darting in to meet me. I placed my hands on her hips, gripping tightly.

Jessie broke our embrace, turning around and bending at the waist, bracing herself against the wall as she spread her legs and looked back at me with ravenous eyes. Our hearts, our bodies were in sync, needing the same thing. I stepped up behind her, gripping one side of her hip while using my other hand to aim my cock at its newfound home - my sister's waiting pussy.

I quickly thrust myself into her, "Oh fuck!" She exclaimed, clawing at the tiled wall.

"Is this what you want?" I asked as I used her hips as leverage as I pounded into her depths.

"Oh god, yes! Fuck, I want it!" She said as she clenched her walls around my length, deep inside of her.

Jessie moved her hips opposite of my thrusts, maximizing our pounding. I made efforts to bring my pumping fully in and out, loud smacking echoing off of the walls of the shower.

"Oh fuck, Jake, oh fuck!" She squeaked, her skin flushing red.

"Already!?" I asked in between deep thrusts.

Jessie only responded with a squeal as she struggled to keep her legs parted, her knees starting to buckle underneath her as I used my hands to continue pulling her into me, impaling her on my cock. Hearing her cumming on my rod immediately sent me over the edge as I thrust forward, pulling her back hard to plant my cock into her depths. A torrent of my cum flooded my sisters vagina, sloshing against her walls as they contracted with renewed vigor. Each spurt amazingly depositing what my mind imagined as gallons of my seed into her womb. The thought of impregnating my sister became a powerful aphrodisiac, her pussy involuntarily milking every last drop from me.
As I began to soften, my cock began its retreat from her opening. Bracing her casted arm on the wall, she reached down with her left hand and delicately wrapped a few fingers around my base as it emerged. Jessie then began stroking, urging every last drop of my seed to be expelled as she caused a few more exhausted spurts from my cock. Satisfied, she moved her hips forward as I released my grip on her hips. As my softening cock fell from her opening, she moved her hand to the entrance, pressing her hand tightly, holding in my seed as she clamped her legs shut. She gently rubbed her palm over her vulva, relishing the afterglow of our coupling.

I steadied myself on the wall of the shower as Jessie turned towards me, water trailing down her exquisite body. She continued massaging her pussy, red from the pounding it had received, before stepping towards me and planting another long, deep kiss on my lips. She rested her head on my chest, listening to my pounding heart thumping in my chest, her hand moving to my cock and idly caressing and stroking the member that had given her so much pleasure. As it started to stiffen again, Jessie spoke, raising her head off of my chest to look me in the eye,

"Nuh uh, down boy. I don't think I can handle anymore right now. Not after that pounding," she said, winking at me, before turning back to the falling water from the shower head. She motioned to the soap, and I complied contentedly as we continued with our shower like we had so many times before, my hands exploring the beautiful soft body that they had come to know intimately.

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"Fill me up!", Jessie screamed into her pillow, face down with her ass high in the air as she arched her back. The familiar glaze of sweat formed on her skin as she approached her release, myself not far behind.

I gripped her hips tightly as I rammed into her from behind, lost in primal lust as I watched my cock slide quickly and urgently in and out of my sister's swollen pussy. Jessie let out a low series of grunts, slamming herself backwards as I thrust and held myself in her depths, another deluge of semen flooding her womb.

We both collapsed to the mattress, shifting ourselves until I held her from behind. We lay there for a few moments before Jessie hopped up, and ran to the bathroom, almost skipping as my thick pearl-essence ran down her inner thigh. She returned a moment later, hopping on the bed cross legged next to me. I smirked at her as she sat there, bearing her pussy as my semen oozed out of her.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hand," she ordered with excitement.

I did as I was told. A long thin object was placed in my hand, "Do I look or no?"

"Yes! Look! Look!"

I opened my eyes and studied the object, about the size of a pen. I quickly realized what it was. An at-home pregnancy test, probably delivered when she placed an order from the pharmacy last week. A bright pink plus sign made its announcement.

"Does this....are you?"

Jessie nodded her head vigorously, causing her breasts to shake in front of her. Jessie beamed with satisfaction. She was glowing.

"You...aren't mad are you?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"How's this for an answer..." as I sat up enough to plant my lips on hers in a loving kiss.

Jessie eyed my pelvis, darting her eyes as we kissed. She pushed me away before grabbing my cock, engorged by the excitement that we had created life, together. Jessie slowly straddled me, hovering her cum soaked pussy above my cockhead.

"Up for another round?" She asked, before plunging herself onto my rod, not waiting for my answer. She already knew it.

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