Nursing My Sick Brother : Brother Fuckers 20

When my brother Tom got admitted to my hospital ward I thought the worse, but thankfully it’s not as serious as the doctors first feared.  With him in my charge I feel an incredible amount of responsibility, but there’s just something so inviting about seeing him like this.  I can’t explain it, but I begin to think things that a woman definitely shouldn’t about her own brother.

Soon I’m giving him a different kind of care, but Tom doesn’t seem to mind.  In fact, he’s actively encouraging me!  Read how I tend to his every need.

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I took a deep breath and reached forward carefully, moving at an almost imperceptible speed and trying not to pay too much attention to the fact that my fingers were about to touch my brother’s cock.

I tried to move him with as few fingers as possible, as though doing so would forgive the act.  My imprecise jostling didn’t do the trick.  Instead I just rotated his cock a few degrees.

Tom shuffled and cleared his throat and I stood back away from him, half-considering bolting through the curtain and disappearing from view.

His eyes stayed shut, thankfully.  Carefully I moved back to him, resigning myself to the fact that a few prods from my finger might not get the job done.

This time I took a soft grip of him, trying to force his cock back into his pants.  I never thought it would be this difficult.  Despite my jostling the unruly appendage remained on display.  Worst still, it was getting bigger.

“Fuck,” I hushed, watching the magic happen in front of my very eyes.

His cock twitched to life, the beats of blood visibly surging into him and remaining there.  It grew and grew and I watched, wide-eyed.  Tom’s hard cock was a sight to behold.  I was supposed to be professional, but gazing upon that beautiful, hard dick without drooling was an impossible task.

It bobbed gently and I made another move for it, hoping that now that it was stiff I could put it back inside its home easier.

When I touched him I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his engorged flesh against my palm.  I could sense his heartbeat.

My fingers gripped around him, holding him like a baton.  I felt a rush of juices flood to my pussy.  The act was so forbidden but I wasn’t thinking straight.  I was drunk on the sight of his prowess.

When my eyes opened they stared straight into his.  Tom looked just as serene as before and I lost myself in the blue of his iris before realizing suddenly that he was a awake.

“Tom,” I hushed, apprehensive.

“Come to finish me off?” he said softly, twisting his lips in a grin.

“I—I noticed you—your—”

“My cock?” Tom said, looking down at my hand that was still around it.

I stared like a rabbit in a spot-light as Tom’s hand came down to wrap around mine.  He held it and steadily started to move it up and down.

I watched the pleasure wash across his face and I felt it inside me too now as the two of us jerked his cock.  He started to breathe deep and his powerful chest rose off the bed.  He adjusted himself and let go of my hand, looking down as I continued to jerk my fist over him.

I let out a breath to ease the tension and Tom pushed his pants down further until I could see his weighty, shorn balls, resting there invitingly.  They looked ripe and full, as though he hadn’t pleased himself in a while.

“Get it, sis,” he urged, closing his eyes.

It felt as though it was necessary to please him every way I could.  I was a nurse and his comfort and well-being were priority.  I had to suck his cock.  That’s what I told myself, anyway.

I rushed my mouth to him and swallowed over the smooth, cut crown, wrapping my lips close and listening to the breath of pleasured shock shoot out of him.

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