My Sister Masturbated Me

I fell off my bike. Plain and simple. Or maybe not quite so simple. I was riding fast down a hill when a big brown dog came out from between two houses like a streak of lightning. Before I could react at all, he had collided with my front wheel, and I was flying. I now you like dogs, so I'll tell you that he wasn't injured. But I was! I had landed on the palms of my hands, and skidded on the pavement. My hands were bleeding, and stinging like crazy. The owner of the dog, who I hated immediately, turned out to be a nice woman. She drove me to the hospital, and apologized profusely. She said she didn't know that there was a weakness in the fence, and she'd have it repaired right away, so her beloved dog would never chase anyone again. In the hospital, they treated my hands. I saw what they were up against, and was quite scared. The palms of my hands were worn away. I mean, like entirely missing. They bandaged me up, and told me I was lucky. Evidently, the skin and tissue there grows back completely. However, they wanted to keep me in the hospital for four days because my hands were prone to infection. The first day, they gave me something for the pain, and so I was kind of out of it. I do remember that on several occasions, I felt quite helpless without the use of my bandaged hands. Like, getting spoon fed by a nurse is really embarrassing. And, if felt really weird, confining in a way, to not be able to move my fingers. The bandages held them rigid, so I wouldn't stretch the injured areas. So I couldn't masturbate. Normally I rub one out at least twice a day, once in the morning, and then right before I go to sleep, with an afternoon session on days when I have time. That's not too often, is it? Like, is that weird, do you think? Well, that's me. That's how often I jerk off. So you can imagine that first day how I felt quite unusual, to say the least, not being able to cum. I wanted to roll over, and just try humping the sheets, but that wouldn't work for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that I had two roommates. The next morning, I had several visitors. My mom, my dad, my brother, a cousin, an uncle, and two friends who skipped classes to see me. One visitor was the lady with the dog. She really wanted mo to know how sorry she was. She had me moved to a private room. Thank God. I'm a sort of private person. I didn't like having roommates. Plus, I had been plotting ways to get privacy to masturbate, even though I hadn't worked out a way to do that without my hands yet. She also promised to not have my bike repaired, but to buy me a brand-new one, any model I wanted! I said they cost as much as $3,000. She responded that my time spent in the hospital was not even possible to set a value on, and she wanted to make it up to me. I'm glad she was rich! Later in the day, I had one more visitor. My sister Anabelle. She's always been the loose cannon in the family. She says what she wants, and she does what she wants. How she made it through college and became the CEO of a small software company at only 26 years old (9 years older than me) never ceases to amaze everyone. Therefore, it wasn't really surprising when she asked me how I'm going to 'get off' during my bandaged stay in the hospital. I probably turned three shades of red in embarrassment. The thing is, she did hit the nail on the head. I was climbing the walls with horniness, and as you can imagine, between visitors, trying to come up with a way to jerk off, was the main thing I thought about. I said something about not wanting to even talk about that, but she was, in her usual way, undeterred, and just went on about guys my age, any age in fact, needing to get off all the time, how Paul will jerk off right in front of her (geez, too private to be telling me, don't you think?) and how she rubs herself to orgasm as many a six times a day. That caught my attention. I had no idea that she'd wank at all, let alone that often. Especially since she's married. She said yes, she and Paul have sex all the time, but she likes her orgasms all day long. She evidently wanks in the bathroom at work, on the drive to work, on the way home, and so on. She turned the conversation back to me. Wouldn't I like to masturbate right now? I sheepishly admitted that, well, yes, of course, but how can I? "That's my point," she responded. "You're going to need help." With that, and without asking, she pulled back the sheet over me, and then started to fuss with the edges of my hospital gown, pulling it up. She couldn't slide it past my ass. Without thinking it through, I arched my back, raising my butt in the air, and she slipped the gown the rest of the way up. This happened so fast, I didn't have time to get hard. And that's just as well, because as embarrassing as it was to have her see my cock and balls for the first time since we were like 5 years old, it would have been much worse to have her see me with an erection. Life can be an adventure. You never know what's going to happen. Like look at me, I fell off my bike, and ironically, the only thing I hurt was my hands. Now, I'm going to get a new bike. And here's my sister, starting to feel up my scrotum. To my surprise, that felt quite nice, and I felt my cock starting to stir. She then worked her way up to the base of my shaft, and very slowly, touched her fingertips farther and farther up until she arrived at the tip, where she swirled her finger around and around my peehole. Gosh, that felt good. Suddenly it occurred to me that I was fully erect, and it didn't matter that she was seeing that. She complimented me on the size of my cock. I was a bit surprised by that, because I thought it was just average. She said it was bigger than Paul's. She also said she likes the overall look of my stuff. She commented on the shape and texture of my scrotum, and the glans - saying it was a nice color, and shiny, which she particularly liked. She then said she likes a man who has pre-cum. What? I seldom get any pre-cum. But for her, I was. Cool! Then she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around my shaft and started wanking me in earnest. At the same time, for some reason, she stuck her left index finger in her mouth and coated it with saliva. I didn't understand that move, until she then pried her finger between my butt cheeks, and into my asshole. No one has ever done that to me, and it hurt. I winced and said "Hey!" But that didn't phase her. She pressed and twisted her finger in slowly, backing it up and pressing back in again. After only a few seconds, it didn't hurt at all, and felt some kind of wonderful I've never experienced before. Before I could even say "I'm cumming," I came. Big spurts onto my belly. She kept going until the contractions subsided and my cock started to soften. She had left her finger in my butt the whole time. Now, she pulled it out ever so slowly. It felt really long. I know a finger is only a few inches long, but it felt at least a foot long as she removed it. I immediately regretted that the whole thing was over. She grabbed some Kleenex and cleaned her fingers, and handed me some to wipe up my belly. She then gathered them all up and stuffed them in her purse, and as she walked out the door, she turned back to me, winked, and said "I'll be back tomorrow." As promised, she returned the next day, and repeated the performance. She told me about something called 'edging' in which the goal is to not cum right away. She was stroking my cock, and as I started to breath heavy and tense up, she stopped, so I couldn't orgasm. After a moment she continued. She did this three times, and then, without knocking or anything, a nurse barged in. Busted! Oh, I wanted to run so bad. But how could I, laying in the hospital bed like that! My sister, without missing a beat, and continuing to rub my cock up and down said, "A little privacy please?" The nurse said, "Oh, sorry." and walked. Oh my God. I was, well, I can't even say: Kind of shocked, embarrassed, and even scared. Like I had broken a big rule, or something. My cock softened, and my sister had to work hard to get me back fully erect again. But she managed it, and soon was edging me again. I didn't really care for that. I really just wanted to have a big, old, squirting orgasm, and be done with it. But on the other hand, I was very thankful for the long span of attention. Finally, she took me to the edge again, but it was too close to the edge, and I came all over her hand and my stomach. She said goodbye and left. I knew the nurse was going to return, and I didn't know how I was going to face her. Ten minutes later, the door swung open, and there she was. She seemed totally normal. No scowl on her face, no smile - the two possibilities I had imagined. She wasn't laughing at me, and she wasn't mad. She just looked at my chart, looked at the temperature thing, and left. On her way out, she paused and said, in a quiet voice, "I'm glad you were able to enjoy that. Don't you worry about me, son, I've seen everything in this here hospital." My sister arrive on the next day, and to my relief, she just wanked me in a totally ordinary way. No finger in the butt. No edging. Just good old-fashioned masturbation, which I have to say, is my favorite variety. Just ordinary. As usually, I loved it, and came all too soon. The next day, I was discharged. Two weeks later, I had a brand new bike, complete with a lock, new helmet, and cycling gloves. Now I understand why people wear those! My sister has never done anything like that again, and we've never discussed it. My hands are still a bit reddish and kind of wrinkly looking on the palms. I'm told that's the way they'll look the rest of my life, but that doesn't really bother me. When I look at my hands, they bring back fond memories.