I know my story is pretty tame compared to many that you hear, but it's a pretty big thing to me.
I'm Alan and my wife is Mary. We're both in our fifties and have been married for almost 30 years. Mary's younger sister is Brenda and has been married to Bill for around 25 years, both of them also in their fifties. Of the two sisters, Brenda has always been the more quiet and reserved one. Bill is in poor health and has had some pretty serious heart issues for the last few years. Brenda is Bill's only caregiver.
Recently, Brenda and Bill were involved in some kind of accident. I don't know the details but both of them wound up with both of their hands injured. They had to be pretty thoroughly bandaged. As you can imagine, with both hands injured and useless you're like a baby and can do very little for yourself. It was going to take two to three weeks for them to get out of their bandages.
Brenda and Bill live about four hours away from us and have no other family close by. It fell to Mary (and me) to help them during their recovery. Mary works remotely and can pretty much work from anywhere. I work mostly from home but I have to go to the office for meetings and to meet with clients two or three times a week.
The level of care Bill needed due to his usual health issues as well as now his injury was as much as Mary could manage along with her work. She wouldn't be able to take care of Brenda also. It was decided that I would take Mary to Brenda and Bill's house where she would stay to take care of Bill and I would bring Brenda back with me to take care of her at our house.
The evening we arrived at Brenda and Bill's house the home care nurse had already bathed and fed them and prepared them for bed. We simply hit the sack for an early morning departure.
In the morning, Mary got Brenda and Bill dressed and fed while I unpacked Mary's stuff from the car and repacked it with Brenda's. We said our good-byes, got Brenda in the car, and headed for home.
In all of the years that I had known Brenda there had never been anything sexual between us; no flirting, no playing, nothing but a casual friendship. By the time we got to my house Brenda really had to go to the bathroom. With useless hands she couldn't do it by herself. Our relationship was about to get embarrassingly intimate.
I took Brenda to the bathroom and knelt down in front of her. I pulled down her shorts and panties to reveal a nicely trimmed pussy, my nose mere inches away from it. I helped her to sit down on the toilette and left the room. She called to me when she finished and I came back in the room. Now, my wife and I don't share bathroom activities, that's just not our thing. So I didn't know just how to go about cleaning Brenda up. She coached me through wiping and drying her pussy, no ass wipe needed this time. Her breathing was a little ragged while I was doing it but I wasn't sure whether it was from excitement or embarrassment. I helped her to stand and once again knelt with my nose inches away from her pussy to pull up her panties and shorts.
I fixed smoothies for lunch. I had already decided that breakfast and lunch would be meals that could be taken through a straw. That just left supper to be spoon-fed to Brenda. I could handle that.
I'm not the kind that gets distracted easily while working so I was able to be in the same room with Brenda while she watched TV. I worked the remote for her when she wanted to change channels and fetched her drinks and snacks. The afternoon passed quietly with one more trip to the bathroom.
In the evening I fixed our dinner and fed Brenda. She was a little mortified at having to be spoon fed like a child but there wasn't any other option. After supper came the next challenging task. It was time to give Brenda a bath.
Our bathroom wasn't well situated to giving a person a bath so I decided that it would have to be a shower. I taped plastic bags over her hands to keep the bandages dry and then removed all of her clothes. Brenda turned a deep red and avoided looking at me as I did it. To bathe her properly I would have to be in the shower with her so I took off all of my clothes as well. Brenda's breathing was quick and ragged and I think I could actually see her heart beating in her chest. I could also see her looking at my dick although she tried not to.
I got the water going, helped her in, and then followed her in. Our shower is just tub-sized so we were standing almost against each other. After getting her wet I stood behind her and used my hands to soap her back and shoulders. I couldn't help spending just a little extra time on her ass and in her asscrack. It was just too tempting and delicious.
I knelt down and started washing her legs starting at her feet. As I worked my way up her thighs my nose was mere inches from her ass. I resisted kissing it but I did do a very thorough job of washing her crotch. She never said a word but I think her breathing got faster.
Next I turned her around to wash her front side. She started by looking down at my dick, then up at my eyes. I can't describe the look on her face but I guess it was a kind of hungry look. I started washing at her neck and worked my way down making sure to get her tits especially clean. She closed her eyes while I was doing that but didn't quite moan.
After washing her belly and abdomen I went down to work my way up her legs. Once again my nose was nearly on her pussy. As I was starting on her thighs one of us (maybe both of us?) lurched and my nose did wind up against her pubic hair right at her clit. She gasped and we both jumped back. We gave each other a sheepish look and I got back to work, again being especially thorough washing her pussy.
I got Brenda out of the shower and got her dried off. Now came the biggie. Mary and I live in a three bedroom house, but since it's just the two of us we use the other two bedrooms as an office and workout room. The only bed we have is the one in our bedroom. The couch in the living room is not suitable for sleeping, so Brenda was going to have to sleep with me in my bed.
But it got worse (better?). As long as Mary and I have been married we have always slept naked; no pajamas, don't even own any. I was explaining the sleeping arrangements to Brenda as we were standing naked in the bathroom. I also told her that with no hands if she got wrapped up in a nightgown she wouldn't be able to fix it. All things considered, it would probably be best if she slept naked as well.
Some of my reasoning, maybe most of it, was due to my own growing sexual desires. It's hard to ignore an attractive, naked woman standing in front of you. Brenda seemed a little nervous but she agreed. I got her situated in bed and then went back to the living room to call Mary. It seemed like a good idea. Also, I was curious about how she was making out with Bill.
After Mary answered the phone the first thing she said was, "I think Bill's dick is a little smaller than yours."
I asked her how bath time went and she said, "We'll talk about it later." We shared a little more small talk and hung up. I slipped into bed next to Brenda and tried to ignore the naked woman lying next to me. I finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I got Brenda up, took care of bathroom duties, and got her dressed. I convinced her that it would be much easier for both of us if she just wore a large t-shirt and nothing else. She seemed to have a nervous look but agreed. I changed her dressings, made her breakfast, got her situated in front of the TV and went to work.
The day passed quietly with lunch, a few bathroom breaks, and not much excitement. After supper it was shower time again. As we stepped in the shower together, Brenda seemed even more agitated than the night before. I did another thorough job washing all of her most interesting parts and she seemed to be squirming and moaning even more than before.
Mary and I didn't talk on the phone that second night. As I was lying in bed next to Brenda I heard her take a deep breath and quietly say, "It's been a long time." She went on to tell me that because of Bill's health and heart issues he couldn't have sex. Brenda gave him an occasional hand job but when it came to her needs she was on her own. She said that having a naked man doing the things to her that I had been doing was driving her crazy.
I apologized, said I was sorry but that I didn't know any other way to do things. She gave me such a hungry, pitiful look that I couldn't help myself. I reached over and started massaging her tit. Brenda closed her eyes and moaned softly. I then slid my hand down her belly to her pussy to find that it was already wet. I stroked her pussy as she began to move against my hand. At this point I kicked off the covers and knelt between her legs.
I began to lick and suck her clit and push my finger into her pussy. Her moving turned into bucking and her breathing got faster and harder. It didn't take her long to orgasm. I looked up at her from her pussy and she looked down at me. She mouthed, "please," and I moved up her body.
