Taking Care of my Brother

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Taking Care of my Brother

The phone rang and I answered it, “Hello, Simpson residence, Mandy speaking” I said in my most cheerful voice. The voice on the other side sounded solemn. “This is Ben Jackson, is your mother available?” Mr. Jackson was my son’s scout leader.

“Sure,” I said, and got mom on the phone. I could tell from the transformation of her face that something was wrong.

Her end of the conversation went like this, “Is he OK?” “Where is he?” “How did it happen?” “I’ll be right over.”

She turned to me and explained. “Your brother is in the hospital. There’s been an accident on his hike. He’ll be OK, but I got to go to the hospital. I want you to stay here. Fix yourself some hot dogs or make a sandwich for dinner.

Lock the door. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I’ll call when I know more.”

And then she was gone – out of the house faster than I’ve ever seen before.

I did get a call from mom later. “I just talked to the doctor. Steve is in bad shape. He’s got broken bones all over. He’ll be alright, but he’ll have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days.

They got him pretty well sedated and he’s sleeping now. He’s in good hands. I’ll be home in about an hour. I need sleep myself.

Go to bed and don’t worry about me. We can come back in the morning to visit him.”

-=o=-

I was surprised when I saw my brother. He had a splint from wrist to shoulder across both arms. His face was scratched and black and blue. One eye was swollen shut.

The doctor came by and explained the extent of his injuries. “According to Mr. Jackson, your son was hiking along on the path etched into the side of a cliff when the ground gave way beneath him. He tumbled off and went over head first.

Your son is very lucky. He had the sense to put his arms out in front of him. They took the brunt of the fall. He apparently did not hit his head although his face took on a rock.

I’ve checked him for a concussion, but there’s no evidence of it. No brain injury and although his face is mashed up pretty badly, that’s all superficial and will clear up in about a week.

However his arms and wrists and one collar bone are broken. We have them immobilized at the moment. We will schedule him for surgery tomorrow when he’s a bit more recovered and can take it. I’m not worried too much about the arms. The breaks are fairly routine and once the bones are reset, they should mend better than new.

It is the wrists that I am concerned about. Both of them will require extensive reconstructive surgery. We’ll have to put some hardware in there and since Steve is 16 and a young, healthy boy, I expect that it will heal and that we could take it out for good in about a year. Until then he will have limited use of his wrists and once fully healed after the hardware removal, I see no reason why he shouldn’t have full use of the wrists.

However, he’s going to be laid up for at least 8 weeks with both arms and wrists totally immobilized. He’ll be a total invalid. He won’t be able to eat, bathe or clothe himself for at least that long. Discharge will put you in touch with an agency that can provide a bath aid.”

-=o=-

My brother had his surgery and was finally discharged. I waited with him while mom got the car. Aside from his injuries, he was in pretty good shape. His face was once again recognizable and he was in good spirits.

I went to help him out of the wheelchair but the nurse stopped me. “Don’t pull his arms! If you have to help, push up on his back and then … ” she stopped and giggled, “grab him by the buttocks.”

My brother looked at her and said, “Let me try it.” She nodded. He rocked back and forth a couple of times and then stood up!

“Nice going, Steve!” I shouted.

“I learned that trick from the physical therapist,” he replied.

He got into the car with the nurse holding her hand on his head like I saw on those cop shows where handcuffed people are guided into the car by the policeman. She did not want him to hit his head.

“Amanda, put your brother’s seat belt on for him.” Mom said from the front seat.

I did this carefully. He winced only a bit when I gently moved his arm to get the belt and harness around. As I snapped him in and the shoulder harness came across, I asked, “Does it hurt?”

Steve laughed, “No, that’s about the only part of me above the waist that doesn’t hurt. If it were on the other side, it would be on the bad collar bone.”

I felt good about being able to help my brother.

I had to get him out of the belt when we got home and pushed him, on his back and then on his butt, out of the car from the inside.

He did an excellent job walking and when we got to the stairs my mom had me put my hands under his armpits to steady him in case he started to fall. I hoped he didn’t because I wasn’t sure that I could hold him if he did.

We got him in the house and he sat in a kitchen chair. He preferred to sit in them since they were the easiest for him to get in and out of.

Then something happened which I did not think of. He said, “Mom, I have to go to the bathroom.”

I hit me. He could do very little for himself. Someone would have to feed him, someone would have to bathe him, someone would have to dress him – all this I knew because I was there when the doctor mentioned them. However, it never occurred to me that someone would have to assist him when he went to the bathroom!

How embarrassing that must be to him to have mom assist him like this.

A mother must really love her son to do this for him. I suppose she saw him naked several times a day as an infant. As for his part, my brother took it rather stoically. I guess he must have needed help when he was in the hospital too.

Things were OK for the first week. Mom stayed home from work and took care of him. Even I participated by feeding him his meals.

To cover his upper body, he wore a cape that tied around his waist. Luckily it was summer and he didn’t need to bundle up.

For mealtimes, we overlaid this with a plastic poncho. It was like a giant baby bib, but it was practical.

I felt like I was taking care of an infant except that Steve cooperated rather than flailing around. I was a little put out as he gave me orders of how he wanted his food cut and what to feed him at what time, but what else could I do?

We had a bath aid, Mrs. Sanchez, who came in Monday, Wednesday and Friday to take care of that duty.

At the end of the second week, mom called a “family conference.”

“Fortunately, things have settled down. Steve, you’re going to be alright – eventually.

However, I do have some concerns. The insurance is paying for a good part of the hospitalization. However, it will only cover two weeks of Mrs. Sanchez’s services.

Also, I am going to have to go back to work. I’ve missed too much and without work, we can’t afford to run the house.

So, Amanda, I’m going to have to depend on you to take care of your brother. You’ve been doing a great job feeding him and giving him his “bird baths” at the sink. But I’m afraid you’ll have to take over some of the more unpleasant tasks.”

“You don’t mean …” I started to interrupt.

“Yes, I do,” mom continued. “You will have to help him in the bathroom. After all you’re his sister and he can’t do it himself.

You will also have to take over for Mrs. Sanchez. It’s not that difficult: he can stand on his own. About the only thing you’ll have to do is make sure the casts stay dry. You can manage that with arm wraps provided by the hospital.

You already know how to do the hard stuff since you’ve been giving him his in-between baths at the sink.”

Yes, that was true, but that was washing the upper part of his body on his exposed skin which did not include his private parts.

I was put to the test almost immediately. Steve announced that he needed to go to the bathroom. Mom told him to ask me. “After all, she’s going to have to do it when I’m gone.”

Steve merely nodded his head towards the bathroom and said, “Come on, sis. Let’s go.”

I couldn’t believe how calmly he was taking this! I asked, “Mom, are you coming, too?”

She responded, “I don’t think you’ll need my help. Steve will tell you what to do. I think you are ready to solo on this. You’re a very mature girl. I can count on you. You can do this.”

Mom had more confidence in me than I did. Nonetheless I followed Steve to the bathroom.

We got in and he stood in front of the toilet. He then turned to me and said, “Unless you want a mess, you’ll have to lift the lid.”

I did.

“Now pull down my shorts and underwear.”

I looked at him.

“Mom and I tried this with me wearing pants and underwear. It didn’t work well. It’s a lot easier with shorts and underwear. She had a tough time trying to get it out of the fly.”

I grabbed hold of the waist band and slowly slid them down. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes.

“You can look at it, you know. Don’t you know what boys look like? Haven’t you ever seen a penis?”

“Yes, I saw them in our human development text book.”

Slowly I turned my head and opened an eye and peeked at it with the corner of it.

Yes, it was a penis. That much I knew from my books. But this was a real one: right in front of me.

“Are you OK?” Steve asked. “You’re all red.”

“Um, I’m just … I mean, this is new to me. Doesn’t it embarrass you?”

“It did the first couple of times. I’m sort of used to it now. Besides the option is diapers. How would you like to be changing a diaper on me?”

I giggled at that thought and got over the worst of my jitters. I was still tense and even shaking, but at least I could now move.

I couldn’t believe what a good sport my brother was being about this. I stood up, wrapped my arms around him gently and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It felt vaguely funny. I was kissing him and he couldn’t do a thing about it!

He smiled back at me and said, “Sis, I um, you know, gotta go.”

“Oh, sorry. What do I have to do?”

“Just hold it and aim it at the bowl.”

My mind was screaming, “YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT? YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME.”

However, outside I meekly said, “OK.”

I reached out and with two fingers and a thumb grasped the organ just behind the head. I couldn’t believe it; I was touching a boy’s penis!

“Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing fine.”

I felt a slight stiffening of his organ and a tiny pulse and then the pee started to come out. It missed the bowl entirely and I had to move it to pull the stream into the bowl.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens. It doesn’t always shoot straight, but I’m afraid you’ll have to clean up the mess.”

I held it still and toyed with the idea of swinging it around to make designs in the water or “shoot” the bubbles I was making. Maybe some other time.

His stream continued for about a minute, it seemed and it stopped. I let go.

“No,” he commanded, “I still have more to do. I was just taking a break.”

I grabbed hold of his organ again. I could feel it pulse a couple of times more as he expelled some more urine. It came out in spurts instead of a stream. I found that interesting.

Finally he announced, “I’m done.”

I let go again.

“You’re not done,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“You have to shake the last couple of drops out.”

“Yech.”

“Mom didn’t think it was a good idea either. Get some toilet paper and wipe the tip off. Just put it against the head and then give the head a squeeze.”

I couldn’t believe I was handling his penis so intimately, but I did as he told me. I didn’t like the idea of getting his urine on my hands, but the same thing happens when I wipe myself.

“Am I done now?” I asked.

“Except for the flushing and washing your hands. Oh, and one other thing. Pull my pants back up, please.”

I did the latter and took the opportunity to look at his other side. My brother is very athletic and had a tight, hard, well-developed rear end: very muscular. “Nice buns,” I thought.

I did it! I took my brother to the bathroom. It was a very embarrassing situation for me. I don’t know how he tolerated having his kid sister handling his penis like that. In spite of seeing him half-naked, I did not think less of him for that. I was actually proud of my brother.

We got back to the living room where mom asked, “How did it go?”

I answered, “Fine.”

Steve answered, “She did well, mom.” Then he laughed, “Everything came out alright.”

-=o=-

The following morning was even worse for bathroom duty. If urination were bad enough, defecation was even worse. Compared to the event of the previous day, it was physically less demanding. All I had to do was pull down his pants, make sure the seat was down and try to steady him as he sat and then again as he got up.

Wiping his ass was another thing. I don’t think there is no better way for a person to prove her love for another person than to wipe his ass.

I was OK holding his penis when he peed, but to do this job I insisted on wearing latex gloves.

This task was made somewhat easier by using wet wipes. It was a trick I learned from Mrs. Sanchez. They were expensive, but they got the job done with a minimum amount of mess.

The wipes were disposed of into a diaper pail and then directly into the trash when it got full.

He was bent over and facing the toilet for this task so I could get access to and spread his ass cheeks. They were not only cute, but firm and hard! The rectum was not as appealing. I got the chore done without even looking.

He stood up and turned around. I had to get down on my knee to get his pants that had pooled around his ankle. This put me face to penis with him. I noticed it wasn’t hanging, but was pointing out a bit. I made a mental note to ask him about this but bathroom time was not the time.

As I was pulling up his pants, he mentioned, “Think of it this way. You’re getting practice to be one hell of a babysitter.”

I smiled at him and pulled his pants up and we went on our ways.

My mom called me aside after dinner.

“You’re really doing a great job with your brother,” she told me. “I know it’s tough on you being his caregiver. I haven’t seen you go out of the house except on the weekends when you’re home.

I kind of miss not having you around on the weekends, but we do get some quality time in the evenings.”

“Yeah, mom. I miss going out with my friends. It’s nice being with them on Saturday and Sunday, but those are family days for them too.”

“Why don’t you invite your friends over here?”

“I thought you didn’t want us to have friends over when you’re not home.”

“That’s the old rule. Things are different now. You’ve proven yourself to be a mature girl and I can trust your judgement. I’ve met your friends and they’re nice girls too. Just don’t throw any wild parties.” She ended with a laugh.

I put my arms around mom’s neck and kissed her. “You’re the best mom a girl can have.”

My brother took the news matter-of-factly. “I suppose it’s OK. I know your friends. Just don’t hog the TV.”

“I’m sure we can work something out. It’s just Judy and Nancy.”

Nancy confided in me that she had a crush on my older brother. I had the suspicion that the feeling was mutual.

-=o=-

My friends arrived the next day. For most of the day, we sequestered ourselves in my room and I had a good chance to catch up on the latest gossip and “girl talk” that I missed out on. When you’re 12 the world moves very fast and there was so much to catch up on.

We were interrupted by Steve who appeared, arms outstretched and dragging one leg.

“Who are you supposed to be, the Frankenstein monster or the mummy?” I giggled along with my friends. My brother didn’t let his injuries interfere with his corny sense of humor.

He got serious enough, long enough to ask, “I got to go to the bathroom. Number 1. I need your help.”

“Well then, I’ll escort you to the number 1 bathroom,” I replied with my own pun. Turning to my friends I said, “Wait here. This won’t be long, and I can tell you his isn’t.”

“Come here, sis,” he complained with mock anger. He waved his splinted appendages like a bird trying to take off. “When I get these things off, I’m going to punch you in the arm for that remark!”

In reality, I didn’t know how Steve “stacked up” when compared to other boys. The only other penises I’ve seen were on little boys. The drawings in my sex-ed book gave some idea of proportion, but ... well, I just didn’t know.

I helped him with his urination and came back to my friends.

Nancy said, “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Do you do it all the time?” Judy asked.

I responded, “Almost every day. Mom takes over most of the time on the weekends, but even then, I help her out.”

“And he just lets you do it?”

“He doesn’t really have an option other than to wet his pants.

Nancy, close your mouth. It’s hanging slack.”

“I could never imagine that a boy would let a girl touch him like that. Tell us all, what’s it like? What does it look like?”

“Well, it looks pretty much like the drawings in our book. It’s kind of soft and squishy most of the times. Sometimes it’s a bit harder, especially when he first gets up in the morning.

Other than that, it’s mostly ‘point and shoot.’ I aim it; he pees.

I can feel it sometimes when it starts and when he squeezes out the last drops.

From start to finish, it takes about a minute. I used to feel funny doing it, but I’m kind of used to it now.”

“Do you think he’ll let us watch?” Nancy asked.

The though never occurred to me. “I don’t know. It’s a very personal thing and after all, I’m his sister. We’re family. But he has been very brave about it. I think I would have just died if it was the other way around.

I don’t know. I’ll think I’ll ask him. What’s the worst that can happen? All he can do is say, no.”

-=o=-

I had the most interesting conversation with my brother that night. I was trying to figure out a way to bring up Nancy’s and Judy’s questions about wanting the watch as I helped him make pee. It was he who bought up the topic.

“Mandy,” he started, “I really appreciate all the help you’ve been to me over these past couple of weeks. Everything from feeding me to bathing me and especially in the bathroom.

You’ve been very adult about it. I don’t think any of my friends’ little sisters would be so mature about it.

Sure, we kid around about it, but you’ve never made fun of me about it. You’ve never abused your power over me. I really want to tell you how much I appreciate it.”

I blushed at the compliments but all I could say was, “That’s what sisters are for.”

“Well, I am wondering if I could ask my sister for one more favor.”

“Anything bro.”

“I don’t know how to say this but ... have you ever noticed that sometimes it’s a bit bigger and harder when you are holding it or washing it?”

“Yes. I was going to ask you about that.”

“We’ve gone to the same school. We read the same book. I know that they probably taught you the same thing in sex-ed that we were taught when I was in middle school. You do know what is happening there, don’t you?”

“No. I mean I’m not sure.”

“You’re giving me an erection.”

“You mean like when the man is ready to have intercourse?”

He nodded and I went on, “But that’s impossible, we’re not getting ready to have sex. That would be incest if we did.”

He actually laughed, “Um, for a boy it gets hard even when he doesn’t intend to have intercourse. In fact, it happens all the time.

Something else also happens in boys my age. In fact, in boys your age too. They make sperm and if they don’t get rid of it, it becomes uncomfortable.”

“What do you mean?”

“To put it simply, men and boys have to ejaculate more or less regularly to stay healthy but it also feels very good.”

I wasn’t following where he was going so he became more specific, “What I am saying, dear sister is that I need to masturbate. I haven’t done it since before my accident and not getting it off is driving me crazy.”

“So how do you do this ... masturbate ... thing?”

“Boys do it all kinds of ways, but the most common way of doing it is jerking off.”

“Jerking off? I’ve heard about that. What is it exactly?”

“The way it is done is that the boy takes his hand and he wraps it around his penis and pulls the skin over the head and does it back and forth like that until he cums.”

“Cums?”

“Ejaculates.”

“OH.”

“Sometimes the boy will used some slippery stuff like hand lotion or baby oil. In that case, he can’t grab the skin because it is too slippery, his penis makes direct contact with the palm of his hand as he fucks his fist.”

“Did you say what I thought you said? You know mom doesn’t like that kind of language.”

“First of all, mom is not here. I don’t think she’d like what I am asking you to do either no matter how politely I phrase it.”

“What’s that?”

“Jerk me off!”

“Me? Do it to you? I’m your sister!”

“Well, I can’t do it and I’m certainly not going to ask mom to do it. You’re the only one that can do it.

You’re my sister. You’re the only one I can trust. I can’t ask any of my friends to do it. That would be too gay. Nothing wrong with that, but none of us boys are gay.”

“But it’s a sex thing. Isn’t that incest?”

“It’s not incest. If we were to have intercourse, then that would be incest. This is simply masturbation."

"I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Sure you can. We got the hard part out of the way already. You’ve already seen me naked. I’m used to you seeing me naked. Heck, you’ve even touched it.

Think of it this way: what you do with me in the bathroom is good training for when you become a babysitter. When you do this, you’ll be training for when you get a boyfriend. Jerking him off is safer than sex and you can’t get pregnant doing it.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll help you. Start by taking my pants off. You can do that, you do it almost every day.”

I was both intrigued and intimidated. I was curious about doing this new thing but I felt uneasy about it. Nonetheless I pulled his pants down.

What I saw surprised me. I’d seen his penis several times a day for the past couple of weeks: dozens of times.

This time it was different. Instead of the soft tube that I was used to looking at, it was now a rigid cylinder. It stood out straight from his body. It was HUGE. I was afraid to touch it. I was more afraid than the first time I touched it.

“Go ahead,” Steve urged me, “touch it.”

I reached out and touched the tip of the pee hole with a fingertip. It twitched in response to my touch and I giggled nervously in response.

“Grab it with your hand,” he commanded.

I took a breath, extended my hand and wrapped it around the organ. It felt hot. I held it as steady as I would the handle on a pot. It was only after I held it for a while that I allowed my hand to explore.

I squeezed it and he sighed pleasantly. That made me feel bolder and I started to twist and bend it. It felt funny. It was both stiff and soft at the same time.

Then it happened. I felt something wet. “Do I need to take you to the bathroom. Do you have to pee?”

He laughed and said, “Smell it. Does it smell like pee?”

I moved my had to my nose. “No, it hardly has any smell at all.”

“Rub it with your fingers. Does it feel like pee?”

I did as he said. “No, it’s slippery and sticky, all at once.”

“What is that stuff?” I asked.

“It’s called pre-cum. It means you are really getting me excited.”

“*I* did that!”

“You and the fact that I have over a month’s worth of sperm stored up.

I think it’s about time that you tap some of that well.”

“What do I do?”

“Grab a hold of the shaft about midway down. Go ahead, it’s not as fragile as it looks. Grab it hard enough so you can pull on the skin.

Now bring it towards you and pull it over the head.

Now push it back.

You’re doing great. Let’s practice it a bit more so you get a feel for it.”

We kept at it for about another minute or two. I was getting comfortable handling his penis this way.

“Now do it faster,” he commanded.

I increased my stroking.

“Faster!”

Eventually he had talked me up to a lively rhythm.

“Now when you get to the end, I want you to stroke as fast as you can and keep stroking as I ejaculate. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

“How will I know when I’m at the end.”

“I’ll tell you, but after you do this a couple of times, I won’t have to tell you, you’ll know!”

“A couple of times?” I thought. So this wasn’t going to be a one-off. He’s going to want me to do this to him again. How much again?

I pumped along for a couple of more minutes. Then he started to change. His body became more rigid. His breathing became irregular. Towards the end he was nearly paralyzed.

“Yes, yes,” he grunted. “Keep pumping. Faster, faster.”

Then it happened. An arc of white liquid shot out of his pee hole. “Keep pumping” he gasped with what seemed like his last breath.

The first arc was then followed by another and then another. I was amazed at how hot it felt. I was amazed that I could actually feel it pulsing through his penis as it was discharged. The tremors I felt when I held it for him to make pee were nothing when compared to this.

I watched as he produced wave after wave of ejaculate. I could still feel the pulsing, but the amount of each squirt was less and less until only drops at a time were being produced.

Only then did his body heave a sigh of relaxation and he admitted in a weak voice, “OK, you can stop now.”

He laid back in the chair and let his body go loose.

I sat back in mine and did the same. What did I just do?

-=o=-

I sat back and looked at my brother as he recuperated on the couch.

“What did I just do?” I asked out loud.

“You gave your brother something he needed. You showed him how much you love him. Come over here so I can give you a kiss.”

It wasn’t more than a peck on my cheek, but it meant a lot to me. It was the signal for the opening of a new part of a relationship between my brother and me.

“Things aren’t going to be the same between us again, are they?”

“I don’t think so. You were my little sister and I was your big brother. There’s still that, but the roles have been reversed. You’re now the one taking care of me, and to be truthful, I like it.”

“Just how much control are you willing to give up?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you willing to do anything I ask?”

“As long as nobody gets hurt.”

“Well, Judy and Nancy have been asking ...”

“Oh no!”

“But they’re my friends.”

“You have no idea how much courage I had to screw up just to ask you to do this.”

“I’m going to have to tell them about it anyway, you know. Girls do that. We can’t keep a secret from out besties.”

I gave him one final, “Please?” He never could resist my puppy-eyes.

He seemed to think about it for a while and then said, “Oh what the heck. I’ve been seen naked by all kinds of people in the hospital. Mom’s seen me naked. Mrs. Sanchez has seen me naked. You’ve seen me naked.

It seems like my ‘private parts’ aren’t as private as they used to be.

But there have to be some conditions.”

“Sure, what are they?”

“No picture taking and they can’t tell anyone else.”

“I think they would agree to that.”

“Also, no touching. You’re the only one who is allowed to touch me.”

I agreed to that with reservation. I know that Judy and Nancy would be more than eager to get their hands on my brother, but I knew I would have to play for time. Perhaps he would soften his attitude once he got more comfortable with them.

“And one last thing,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“What we just did stays between us. I’ll be OK with your friends seeing me naked and even having them watch while I make pee. I don’t see what the fascination in that would be, but I don’t think I’d mind them watching.

But jerking me off is something very personal. I let you in to a very sacred place. Boys don’t even admit to each other that we do it.

I’m never going to allow anyone else to do it to me until I get a girlfriend I can trust enough to do it. So take pride in being the first girl to do this with me, but don’t push it.”

“OK.” Again I had reservations. After I tell them, they are going to want to see it. But my brother is right. I won’t push it ... too hard. Maybe I can do a “soft sell” on the idea.

-=o=-

Nancy and Judy were over the next day and I broke the good news to them.

“Steve has agreed to let you girls see him. He agrees that it’s probably more practical this way.

He does have some conditions, however. No picture taking.”

I got two nods on that.

“And no touching.”

I got two frowns on that.

“He’s my brother and I love him. If we push too hard, he’ll push back. I think you girls need to thank me for how much I’ve gotten him to be willing to do for you.

Did you ever think that you would see a naked 16-year-old boy and get to watch him make pee?”

Judy and Nancy lowered their heads and shook them.

“Let’s work with what we got. My brother is a very sensible boy. He’ll probably come around on his own. Let’s take this slowly: one step at a time.

You girls may yet get to hold his dick as he pees.” I deliberately used the word, “dick” for its shock value.

I let that set in before dropping the “big one” on them.

“And there is one other thing. I got to masturbate him yesterday. It was fantastic.”

My two friends were literally on the edge of the bed as if by leaning forward would make them hear the story better.

I described the act in great detail down to every stroke and squirt.

“Oh, I’d like to see that,” Nancy exclaimed, “Do you think he’ll let you do it while we’re here?”

“Well, that’s the other problem. He says he wants to keep that activity just between him and me. I’ll see what I can do.”

“So when can we see him?” Judy asked.

“How about now?” I called Steve to my room.

When he got there, I asked, “Are you ready?” I didn’t have to explain for what.

“It’s going to happen sooner or later, so it might as well be sooner,” he replied.

“Good, “I replied. “Girls, why don’t you sit back down on my bed.

Steve, stand here facing them.”

I pulled down his pants. For me, this was getting routine, but for my friends, it was a new experience. I looked at their faces as I did it. Judy was covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle a giggle and Nancy had her hands up to hide her face but was definitely not hiding her eyes which were as wide open as they could be to take in the sight before her.
Time stopped for a couple of minutes as my brother just stood there and the girls sat and stared. I took a peek myself and was pleased to see that he was slightly erected. Apparently, he was enjoying this too.

Finally, Nancy asked, “Now what do we do?”

“Nothing,” I replied. “Unless he needs to go to the bathroom.”

“I don’t need to do that now, but I’ll let you know when it is time.”

“OK, girls,” I said, “Show’s over for now.”

I went to pull his pants up, but he said, “You don’t have to do that. I’m OK with being naked down there. I’m going down to watch some TV. I’ll need help turning it on and selecting the channel. I am almost to the point where I can poke at the remote.”

He got a chorus of two “I’ll do it!” from my friends.

He really enjoyed the treatment he got from my friends. They pulled the lever to raise the leg rests on the chair he sat in, fetched him a soda and fed him snacks. I was glad to see them do it too. I loved my brother a lot, but doing these things for him was beginning to become more like a chore.

He joked about it, referring to them as his “slave girls.” The slave girls certainly seemed willing as long as he remained naked for them.

Eventually, it did get time for him to go to the bathroom. Both girls seemed disappointed as I helped him up for the trek to the bathroom.

He looked back at them and said, “Oh what the heck. There’s probably no harm in letting them watch.”

“Oh boy!” Judy exclaimed, “This will be a lot better than that time ...” She cut herself short. She was going to blurt out about the time the three of us watched little Mickey Greene make pee when we were back in the first grade.

I know of other girls who also watched boys make pee. We talk about it among ourselves, but we keep it a secret from everyone else. I began to wonder. Do boys talk about it, too? Did it happen to my brother? It’s probably best if I don’t know. All I do know is I have him now.

The 4 of us crowded into the bathroom. There really wasn’t much room with Steve in front of the toilet and me sort of behind and off to one side. I could feel my two friends pushing in.

I said, “This isn’t going to work.

Steve, you haven’t started yet. Can you hold it for a while? We can do it in mom’s bathroom. It’s bigger and it’s laid out better.”

My brother had a better suggestion, “I can stand in the tub and do it.”

“Ewe, gross.” I replied.

“What’s the issue? All the drains connect to the same sewer. All we have to do is rinse out the tub when we’re done.”

I never thought of that.

“You girls will have to help me in, though.”

We all trooped off to mom’s bathroom.

Judy and Nancy giggled as they watched me put my hand on my brother’s naked butt to help him into the tub.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he admitted. “You know it would be easier to bathe me in here.”

“Nice try! I’m not getting naked in front of you,” I replied.

“You have heard of bathing suits, haven’t you?”

“It would be inconvenient for me to have to change into one and back out of it, but I think it would be worth it to give you a shower like that.”

In the meantime, we had a task to perform. “Can you stand a little closer to the edge?” I asked. “I’m having a tough time stretching to reach you.”

“No need for that, sis. Being in the tub, there’s no way I can miss the target.”

“You mean you don’t have to hold it?”

“No. It works quite well on its own. I just have to aim it at the bowl most of the times. Here in the tub, that’s not an issue.”

The three of us girls watched as his penis slowly and partially erected. Since it was “free standing," I had a chance to notice that. Then the show began. Urine started streaming out of his pee hole.

It looked like a totally different event without my hand on it. His organ was just out there, entirely on unencumbered display.

I could hear some hushed “Wows” and “Would you look at that.” from my friends. I guess he was making an impression on them too.

Steve kept peeing for at least a whole minute. Then he stopped for a few seconds and resumed again. How much urine can a boy hold? Then I thought about it. My friend has a male dog. Whenever she walks him he stops to pee on anything remotely vertical. There isn’t so much as a blade of grass that he does not feel compelled to mark.

So I guess having a big bladder is important to the males of whatever species.

The main show was over, but Steve made sort of a “curtain call.” He stated, “And now it’s time to shake out the last drops. He bounced up and down on his feet and gyrated his hips. His penis took a coupled of wild swings in response. The three of us girls were laughing so hard, it took us a while to get into position to help him out of the tub.

The girls eventually left and I got a chance to talk to my brother alone. “That was a really nice thing you did for my friends: letting them watch you make pee.”

“It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but hanging around with them watching TV helped. Once they got used to seeing me naked and got comfortable with it, I got more comfortable with being naked with them.”

“How comfortable?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean are you comfortable enough to have Nancy or Judy handle you as you make pee?”

“I don’t know.”

“It would really help me a lot. I love you and I am willing to help you with making pee and the other thing, but it would be nice if I didn’t have to do it all the time. Nancy and Judy would be glad to do it if you let them.”

“I’m going to need your help for another couple of weeks. I suppose it would be OK.”

I smiled hearting him say this. I bundled in “and the other thing” and he didn’t even notice or he had accepted it.

I jumped up, hugged him as best I could without hurting him and gave him a big kiss. Then I ran off to my room to give my friends the good news or at least half the good news.

-=o=-

After my friends left, I asked my brother a question. “How do you make yourself have an erection?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean most of the time, you’re soft and small like it is now. When you had me jerk you off, it was very hard. Today with Judy and Nancy you started to get hard too.”

“I really don’t have a lot of control over it, especially at night. When I am sleeping, it just pops up. It doesn’t even have to be a sexy dream.

Other times, during the day, it happens too for no apparent reason.

But it happens a lot when I am around girls.”

“Any girls?”

“Mostly nice looking girls.

Look, I’ll tell you another secret. I have some pictures that I can look at on the computer. They show women and men naked and they are doing sex things. These can get me hard at any time. Don’t tell mom. I think she has her suspicions, but doesn’t want them confirmed.”

“Can I see these pictures too?”

“You’re a GIRL!”

I laughed, “Yes, I’m a girl. Girls are interested in sex too, you know.”

“I don’t think you’d like these pictures. Well, some of them might be OK.”

“Then why don’t you let me see the some of them that are OK?”

“OK, we’ll do it tomorrow. Mom’s going to be home soon.”

“So you get hard looking at naked women. Why were you hard for me and my friends?”

“Thinking about sex also gets it hard. When I had you masturbate me, I knew what I was going to ask you to do for me. The anticipation of sexual release is enough. Also I was quite horny. The longer a boy goes without doing it, the more often he gets erections. It’s like his body reminding him that he needs to get it off.”

“Were you expecting to ‘get if off’ with Judy and Nancy?”

“Not exactly, but they are girls. They’re too young for me to date, but they are cute girls nonetheless. To have them fawn over me and serve me the way they did, excited me. I’m not sure why, but I was enjoying the attention they were giving me.

I guess I can’t put it any better than that. Sometimes my body just does it to me, sometimes I can think myself into it and other times, girls cause them.”

“Girls cause them?” I thought to myself. I was beginning to make a plan.

I also looked down. I’m a girl too, and I also made my brother hard. Not as hard as when he had me jerk him off, but his penis was agreeably stiff. I guess the content of the conversation had something to do with it.

-=o=-

We had some time at his computer before Nancy and Judy came over the next day.

I sat at the controls as he directed me to the sites he liked to visit. In the process I noted the URLs and got his login and password. I was impressed by the “some of the OK pictures” he was willing to show me. They featured a thing called CFNM – Clothed Female, Naked Male.

In these pictures, all of the women were dressed while the men were naked. Some of them looked like they were taken in a club setting: a male strip club, others looked like they were taken at private parties, still others just couples alone and yet others in a public setting such as a beach or race!

I looked at the lump in his pants. “This excites you, doesn’t it?”

He nodded.

“No wonder you’re OK with all these females seeing you naked.”

He nodded again.

“How bad are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you want me to jerk you off again?”

“Oh yes, but we don’t have time, your friends will be here soon.”

“OK, then you’ll just have to live with it until they are gone. Unfortunately, mom will be home by then.”

Before we shut down the computer, he showed me one more site. It didn’t have any pictures but it had a lot of stories about girls and boys our age. Most of the stories had the girls in charge of the boys. I made note of this site. Not only was I going to look at it myself, but I would make sure Nancy and Judy had the address too. Maybe be we could pick stories and discuss them like a book club.

-=o=-

Judy and Nancy came over and I suggested that we all watch TV like the last time. I pulled the two girls aside and briefed them on my plan.

My brother was reluctant to get naked. He had a partial erection and I knew it embarrassed him. He did get calmed down enough to allow me to take his pants off.

I told my friends to be “exceptionally nice” to my brother. They went out of their way to tend to his slightest need. I could see the effect. His penis did stiffen a bit in response to their attention.

I then announced, “We’ll be back in a while, brother. We have a surprise for you.”

The three of us retreated to my room where we raided my closet and drawers. I got some of my racier tops, the kind my mom doesn’t want me to wear, and gave them to my friends. This was followed by some of my old skirts that were now too short.

We then returned to the room where he was watching TV. I could tell by the widening of his eyes that he was impressed.

Without further word, I turned off the TV and Judy put on some music. The three of us started dancing for him. Not just dancing but making moves that our parents would not approve.

We danced with each other, and each girl got up in front of him and danced a private dance just for him.

It had the desired effect. His penis was standing tall and hard, as rigid as it was the day I jerked him off.

I nodded to Judy and she stopped the music.

I turned to my brother and said, “It’s obvious that you are enjoying the show. Should we keep dancing, or would you like to take care of that thing sticking out of your lap.”

I could see him blush. “OK, sis, you win. I need it. I need it bad. Look at me, it’s already dripping and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

“Gather ‘round, girls,” I said, “This is going to be interesting.”

-=o=-

My brother came to accept our new arrangement. He even allowed the girls to masturbate him, insisting that I “teach” them how. We were more than happy to entertain him to put him in the mood.

Eventually, the splints and casts came off and my brother regained his independence. However, he still “allowed” Judy and Nancy and me to masturbate him. He claimed that it was better when we did it than when he did it himself.

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