My stupid fucking brother, who I love to pieces is a reckless arsehole! He loves motorbikes, but sadly for him, doesn't have a licence. So, he borrows his mates 1000cc monster and thrashes around our deck on it......only to end up through a dry stone wall, wrapped round a fucking tree. The bike is a write off (and since it was uninsured, he'll have to pay for it) and brother dear has broken his right leg in two places, and his right arm in three! What a ducking idiot. Ok, I'm cross....he could have killed himself!
So, he's lying on his bed, in plaster from foot to thigh, and from shoulder to hand. And it's his wanking hand too! He can't even take a piss without one of us holding the pee bottle for him. Last night, it was my turn to play nurse. He needed a pee and I got the bottle ready and positioned his dick in it. Needless to say, he started getting a semi on. "Well, now. What ARE you going to do with that? Learn to wank left handed, I suppose" "I've tried that...it jerks the bed too much, and I can't get the rhythm right anyway" And so, the evil bitch in me surfaced. I started giving him a gentle hand job. He got hard in only three strokes. God, he must need this. Then, as the precum was welling up out of the end of his shaft, I stopped."well, what if I stopped now?" His eyes were so wide....partly in terror, I think. "You wouldn't!" But that is exactly what I did. I spent the next two hours going in, wanking him up to a point, then leaving him hanging. Eventually, though, I thought he'd learned his lesson. "If you kill yourself on fucking bikes, it's over for you, but the rest of us have to grieve.....to go on. So don't be so fucking thoughtless." Then I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and my mouth over the tip. When he came it was like a tidal wave of spunk. He'd had four days with no sex of any kind, and me edging him. Jayney and I have had a talk, and we will take care of his physical needs.....if and when we feel like it. What Chris doesn't know is that we may well put on a little lesbian sisters show for him....but NOT touch him. I may even be able to talk a friend into helping him out. But ONLY if he promises to stay away from bikes.
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