Injured Step Sister

My mom died when I was 10. Dad and I lived by ourselves for years after she died. Dad didn't date much, but every once in while he would meet someone and go out. When he met Francine they hit it off and before long he made the announcement they were going to marry. Dad and Francine hadn't known each other long and were married a few months after they met.

I was shocked. So was Francine's daughter Kelly. We had our respective parents to ourselves for years. But now we were going to have another parent as well as a sibling. Dad sold our house and they bought a larger one with four bedrooms.

The house was two story with three bedrooms up stairs and the master on the ground floor. All of us liked it with the exception of Kelly. The house had two showers, one upstairs, one down stairs and both were double sized. But Kelly didn't like it because there wasn't a bath tub and she loved bubble baths.

We moved in and after a few months were beginning to get comfortable. Kelly and I didn't have a lot in common. She was a cheerleader, on the honor roll and member of half a dozen clubs at our school. I on the other hand didn't much care about grades and was a member of only one club, the car club. I was a died in the wool motor head.

When I was 14 I had saved my money and bought an 1956 Studebaker commander. I had been working on it since. I had installed a 383 stroker Chevrolet v-8 with port injection and a five speed manual tranny with a 4:56 locker rear end. A friend had painted it for me. It was a dark metal flake blue with dark tinted windows. The interior was done in grey leather and had a 5000 watt stereo. For Kelly that was my one saving grace. She loved to ride to school with me because everyone looked at my car as it passed.

Dad and Francine both worked second shift at the Boeing plant so Kelly and I spent a lot of evenings alone at home. Kelly would invite her boys friends over in the evenings. Each one was a jock and always looked down on me for my love of machines. I knew they wanted me to disappear, but I wouldn't. I loved hanging around and being a thorn in the works. Finally Kelly got angry and after her boyfriend left called me on it.

"Damn it Trace!" She screamed at me, "Why can't you leave us alone!"

"What if I do?" I said with a grin, "and you get yourself pregnant? Dad and Francine would kill me for letting it happen."

"I would never fuck any of those guys!" She screamed, "and if I did it wouldn't matter."

"Why's that?" I asked wondering what she meant.

"Mom put me on birth control a year ago." She huffed, "So I can't get pregnant."

That shocked me, I didn't know what to say.

Finally I choked out, "Alright, ok. I guess you can't get pregnant."

Kelly switched gears and tears began to trickle down her cheeks as she said, "Those guys are the cool guys. I need to date them and make them like me. Please, can you just leave us alone?"

"Ok," I replied, but then my big brother instinct kicked in, "but you let them know if they hurt you, I hurt them."

Kelly looked at me shocked, then replied, "You...would?"

"Yea. I'm only your step big brother, but I take it seriously."

After that Kelly and I grew closer. We began to talk in the evenings and hang out. I turned 18 a month into my senior year. By the middle of my Senior year, just after Kelly's 18th birthday, we were close friends. She still invited her boyfriends over and I decided that I should give them some space, so I'd stay in my room or go out and work on my car.

One day Kelly and her boyfriend were watching TV and I was outside working on my car. I needed to pee so I wiped my hands and made my way into the house. The bathroom was down the hall from the livingroom. As I passed the doorway I heard the TV going, but also heard a groan in the background. I stopped to listen and heard it again.

A moment later I heard her boyfriend groan, "Of fuck Kell...that feels so good!"

I slowly peeked around the corner and spotted Kelly and her boyfriend on the couch. What I saw shocked me and gave me an instant hard-on. Her boyfriend had his cock sticking out of his pants. Kelly had one hand wrapped around the base of it and the head in her mouth. As I watched her head bobbed up and down, sliding his hard cock into her mouth. She was giving him a blow job!

I stood there and watched as Kelly sucked his cock. Her boyfriend looked like he enjoyed it a lot and Kelly looked like she knew exactly what she was doing. Finally her boyfriends groans grew louder, then his hips rose, he grabbed her head and pushed. Kelly slid his hard rod into her mouth until her lips were against the base.

I could see her throat working and it hit me that he was cumming and she was swallowing it! After a minute, she pulled her mouth up off his cock, licked the head a couple of times and sat up.

As her boyfriend tucked his cock back into his pants he said, "We've been going out or two months, when are you going to do it with me?"

"I told you, I can't. I'm not on birth control and I don't trust condoms. Besides, I suck you off when ever you want it. Don't you like my blowjobs?"

I wondered if she had told me a lie, or was telling him a lie about the birth control. They went back to watching TV and I silently slipped out of the house so they wouldn't know I had observed them. After her boyfriend left Kelly and I ate the dinner that Francine had left in the refrigerator, then decided to watch a movie.

When the movie ended, before she could go off to her bedroom I said, "I saw what you and your boyfriend were doing in the livingroom."

Her face paled and she said, "You...did?"

"Yea. It looked like you knew what you were doing. How long have you been sucking these guys off?"

"I...aw...over a year." She stammered.

"Have you fucked any of them?" I asked intentionally being brutal with my language.

"No! I told you I would never fuck any of them. I go out with them because they are cool, but I don't trust any of them. I suck them off because they like it and it keeps them coming back."

"Do you like doing that?" I asked

"I didn't at first." Kelly replied, "but now it makes me...excited."

"So what do you do when you're...excited?" I asked.

"Trace! I can't tell you that!" Kelly giggled.

"Sure you can. I'm your brother...ok step brother, after all. You can tell me anything. So when you get excited what do you do?"

"I aw...I usually take a shower and use the nozzle to...you know...spray myself." She replied.

"Do you use your fingers?" I asked.

She stared at me for a moment, then giggled as she said, "Yes. I use my fingers when I spray myself with the nozzle."

"Do you...you know...have one when you're doing that?"

Kelly smiled and said, "I'll answer this but I think we should stop talking about it. Yes I do."

I stared at her for a moment then said, "You know your boyfriends are really lucky."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"To have you as their girlfriend." I said.

Kelly stood leaned over and kissed me on the cheek as she said, "You're sweet."

After that the relationship between Kelly and I got even closer. She'd tell me everything. And she quit worrying about me catching her and her boyfriends. In fact I caught them several more times. What Kelly didn't know and I never told her was that I used the frank talks we had, the voyeuristic peeks I got of her sucking her boyfriends as masturbation material. When I jacked off, in my head it wasn't her boyfriends she was sucking but me.

As I said Kelly was a member of the cheer team and they practiced every evening. That's when it happened. Kelly and the cheer team were practicing a difficult move. Being the lightest member of the team, the other team member would toss her high into the air and catch her. Only that time they didn't catch her. They missed and when she hit the ground she broke both wrists.

Kelly was in the hospital for a week. They had to operate three times and she had more screws and pins in her wrist then a hardware store. When she came home she had casts on both arms from finger tips to elbow. She couldn't pick up or hold anything. After a few days we fell into a routine. Francine helped her eat, bath and dress. In the evenings I'd help her do homework.

Then one afternoon Francine had to work a double, a day and evening shift. Kelly and I had eaten supper, finished her home work and were watching a TV show. When the show was done I got up to go finish the dishes.

"Trace? I...aw...I've got a problem." Kelly said.

"What do you need?" I replied, ready to help her out with what ever she needed.

"Mom...didn't help me with my shower. And she didn't yesterday either. I can go pee by myself, but I can't...aw...you know wipe after, so I feel icky. I need a shower but I can't do it by myself."

"So you want me to help you shower?" I asked.

"Yea, but you can't see me while your doing it or you can't touch me." She said.

"So how is this going to work?" I said with a laugh.

"Well, I think I know how we can do it. Mom's got a sleep mask in her room for when she sleeps during the day. And she uses this glove wash cloth thingy to scrub me in the shower. You could put on the mask and use the glove. That way you can't see me or really feel me."

"Really? You want me to do it that way? Really?" I asked getting a little pissed.

By now Kelly knew how to get me to do most anything for her.

A tear trickled down her cheek as she said, "Please? I really need a shower."

I sighed and said, "Ok sure."

I followed her to the upstairs bathroom.

I helped her put the plastic bags over her casts, then I said, "I think I should go put on a swim suit so I can just get in with you."

I went to my room and pulled on a pair of swimming trunks, then went back to the bathroom. Kelly had managed to take off her clothes and was in the shower stall. The glass was frosted so all I could see was her outline behind the glass. I pulled on the mask and glove, then felt my way into the shower. After fumbling around I found the shower control and turned it on.

I located the shower head by feel, pulled the hand held unit out of it's mount, then reached out looking for Kelly. My wash cloth gloved hand touched her and I used that to orient the spray. I wetted her, then returned the head to it's mount.

"Soap?" I asked.

"Put out your left hand." Kelly instructed, "Now...a little to the right...there."

I soaped the wash cloth, then felt around until I found Kelly. I began by soaping her back, working my way down to her round ass. Even through the wash cloth I could feel the firmness of her ass and my cock responded. I tried to ignore it but as my hand slid down her legs it got harder. I stopped and rinsed her off, then again soaped the wash cloth glove.

I had her turn to face me and I began by soaping her front from her neck to her waist. As my hand slid over her firm tits I thought I was going to cum in my shorts. Vaguely over the noise of the running water I thought I heard a whimper.

When I reached her waist I stopped, bent down and washed each foot, then worked my way up her legs. I stopped short of her crotch, not sure how or if she wanted me to do that part of her. I pulled the shower head down and rinsed her, then hung it back on it's mount.

"How...aw...how do you want me to wash your...aw...privates." I asked lamely.

"I'll aw...I'll spread my legs and you just...aw...soap it good then rinse." Kelly replied.

"Ok." I said.

I soaped the cloth and felt around until I found her. I ran my gloved hand down until I felt the space between her legs. Slowly I pushed my hand between her legs and began to soap her. My cock was so hard it hurt and over the sound of the water I was sure I heard Kelly moan. I must have soaped her for at least ten minutes. Even though I could barely feel her pussy through the terry wash cloth I knew I was rubbing her and it felt so good I thought I was going to cum in my trunks.

Finally I knew I had to stop. I pulled my hand away took the shower head and began to rinse her. As I did her moans, which had been some what subdued, grew much louder. I worked the spray back and forth, pushing it into her crotch and pulling it away. I heard her moans peak, she gasped and a small squeak came from her lips.

A few seconds later Kelly gasped, "Stop! No more!"

I pulled the shower head from between her legs, hung it up and turned off the water. I felt around until I found the door, opened it and stepped out. I had left two towels hanging on the shower door. I grabbed both, handed Kelly one and began to dry with the other.

"Trace," I heard Kelly say, "Aw...can you help me dry myself?"

"Sure why not." I said a tinge of bitterness edging my voice.

Here I had a sexy little girl in my grasp and all I could do was dry her. If I tried anything else and Kelly didn't want it, I'd get my ass hung by our parents just for trying and destroy the relationship we had built. So bitterness it was. I dried her and as I did an idea hit me.

I dried her back, then her front, then her legs and finally I said, "Put one foot on the toilet and let me dry your thighs and, you know".

I heard Kelly move then she said, "Ok."

I reached out and found he body, then felt my way to her legs. I pushed the towel between them and began to dry her. I let the towel slip just as my hand was pushing up. A second later my bare hand cupped her pussy and I pushed my finger into her slit.

I left it there for a brief fleeting moment, then pulled away saying, "Sorry. The towel slipped."

"That's ok, it was accidental." Kelly replied.

"Can you get dressed on your own?" I asked.

"Yes." She said.

I felt my way to the door and stepped out. I pulled off the mask and raised my hand to my face. I put the finger that had slid into her against my nose and breathed. After being scrubbed and rinsed I'm sure there wasn't much of her fragrance left, but my mind told me there was and she smelled wonderful.

I went to my room, pulled off my trunks and laid on my bed. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I began to stroke it, the remembered feel of Kelly's pussy on my finger for that split second filling my head. I was almost ready to bust my nut when a knock sounded on my door.

"Shit!" I spat as I hurriedly pulled a blanket over me.

"Come in." I said.

Kelly opened the door and stepped in.

"Can't I have a little privacy?" I growled.

"I'm sorry Trace." She said, "But I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your help."

"Ok, you told me. Now can I be alone." I said.

"So you can jack off?" Kelly asked.

I looked at her shocked, then anger hit me.

"Yes! Exactly! I need to jack off! If I was one of your boyfriends I'd just get you to suck it for me but I'm not. Now go away!"

Kelly came slowly across the room as she spoke, "Trace I really appreciate you helping me. And I know it caused you to have a hard on. If you were my boyfriend I would suck it for you. But you know what? You don't have to be my boyfriend. You've been really good to me and I'll suck it for you because you have."

I stared at Kelly. Had she just offered to suck my cock?

"I will if you want me to." Kelly said again.

The anger, frustration and pure horniness that filled me guided me. I threw back the sheet and sat up, my cock swaying. Kelly looked at me, then locked her eyes on my cock as she got to her knees next the bed. She leaned forward and put her mouth over the head. The feeling was indescribable, warm, wet, like when I jacked off with hand cream but a 1000% better.

I sat there as Kelly worked her magic on my cock. It didn't take long. I had already been close to cumming before she put her mouth on me. When my cock erupted, Kelly shoved her mouth down over the length of it. I could feel her throat contract as she swallowed my cum. When I was done she pulled back and gently sucked the head a couple of times before standing up.

"Ok?" she asked.

"Fantastic!" I breathed.

She giggled as she left the room.

The next morning Kelly acted as if nothing had happened. Even on the way to school we talked about classes, some of the school rumors and what she was going to do about the cheer squad. The events of the night before were never mentioned. At the end of the day I picked her up and we headed home.

As we drove I aid, "Kelly, about last night..."

She said, "I don't really want to talk about it. I wanted to do that."

I grinned and said, "That's not where I was going. I just wanted to tell you it was amazing."

She smiled at me and replied, "Thanks."

"And I wanted to ask, will you...are you...will you...do that again with me?"

Kelly smiled and said, "Maybe."

That's all I could get out of her. When we got home Dad and Francine were gone to work. Kelly and I ate, then did our home work. After that we watched a couple of TV shows.

When they were done I turned the TV off and said, "Bedtime."

I had hoped Kelly would ask me to help her with her shower, but she didn't say anything as she headed up the stairs. I went to my room and got ready for bed. Just before I was about to climb in a knock sounded on my door. I opened it to find Kelly.

"I've been waiting for you in the bathroom." She said, "Aren't you going to help me with my shower?"

For a moment I was at a loss, then I grinned and replied, "Sure thing."

I quickly jumped into my trunks and damn never ran to the bathroom. When I got there Kelly was waiting. She was dressed in a terry bathrobe. It was draped over her shoulders because she couldn't get the casts through the arms.

I helped her put the plastic bags over her casts, then I pulled on the mask and said, "I'm ready."

I could hear Kelly getting into the shower and a few moments later I heard her say, "Ok, I'm in."

I felt my way into the stall and pulled the door shut. I turned on the water, put on the glove and began to and soaped it. As I began to soap Kelly I had to be careful. I had modified the glove by cutting a slit in the top. My idea was when I got to her pussy I'd slip my finger through and into her slit as I soaped her. Just like the night before I started on her back then moved other front. This time though I spent a lot longer soaping her breasts and before I was through I know I heard a moan come from her.

I moved to her feet and as I worked my way up her legs I began to get very excited and nervous. I had no idea how she would respond when I slipped my finger through the hole in the glove and began to finger her pussy, but at that point I was so intent on doing it the repercussions didn't matter.

There was a built in seat and when I got to her pussy I said, "It would make it easier if you put your foot up on the seat."

"O...kay." She replied.

She seemed to be as nervous as I was. I figured it was because she still wasn't sure about what we were doing. I didn't know until later that she had seen me take the glove from the bathroom. She had examined it after I returned it and found the hole I had cut in it. She knew it was there but didn't say anything to me about it because she didn't want me to know she knew.

I reached out and found her leg, then ran my hand up her inner thigh until I was cupping her pussy. I soaped her slowly trying to being myself to slide my finger through the hole and into her pussy. I was almost ready to abandon my plan when I heard a long, low moan from Kelly.

That instantly bolstered my courage. I slowly slid my finger through the hole and a moment later it was between her pussy lips. I didn't move it at first, I just rubbed the glove back and forth allowing my finger to slide up and down her slit. As I did the moan's from Kelly grew louder.

As I slid the glove back and forth, on each pass I could feel the entrance to her pussy hole at one end and the hard nub of her clit at the other. On the next pass of the glove I pushed my finger into her hole and stopped just for a moment with my finger buried to the first knuckle in her hole before I slid the glove back. On the top of my stroke I used my finger to push against the hard nub of her clit.