I awoke the next morning in a panic. What had I done last night? I had molested my little sister, is what I'd done; the fact that she had seduced me into it, made little difference to my guilt. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was just after 6. Good, Lisa hasn't left for school yet.
It took me a second to get out of bed, my arms being useless in their casts, and I tramped down the stairs to her room. There was light coming from under her door, so I used my knee to knock softly. I heard rustling noises, and the door opened shortly afterwards.
Lisa stood before me, her hair a half rustled mess of auburn tangles, no makeup, and in the same clothing she left my room in, which is to say, next to nothing. I could easily make out her slightly largish nipples through the worn fabric. She caught her breath at the sight of me.
"Listen Lisa, I am so sorry about last night. I didn't mean for things to happen like that, and I hope that one day you will forgive me." I said, before she had a chance to speak.
She looked at me for a few moments considering, before finally speaking. "No. I don't think I will. Last night you gave me the best orgasm of my life, and if you think I am going to forget something like that, you're wrong. I meant what I said. I expect you to take my virginity. Now if you don't mind, I am trying to get ready for school." She spoke so matter-of-factly, and with such determination that I didn't have a chance to say anything before she turned around and shut the door in my face.
Bemused, but feeling a little better, I plodded upstairs and back to my room. I somehow managed to get myself under the blankets, and was soon back to sleep.
* * *
"Wake up, young man. I need to talk to you."
My eyes popped open as I heard mom say these words. Somehow she had found out about Lisa and me. Did Lisa tell?
I struggled upright, and waited for her to continue. "I have to go run some errands this afternoon, and I am afraid I can't take you with me. It will only be for a couple hours, do you think you can manage that long?"
I quickly hid a sigh of relief. What was she doing that she couldn't take me? Maybe she had a boyfriend or something. Somehow that thought made me jealous, and I quickly had to tamp down the feeling. "Yeah, I should be fine that long."
"Good. Now, I did the math, and you haven't bathed since you've been home. You haven't started to stink yet, but why start?" She laughed softly at her own little joke. "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes, and we'll get you cleaned up."
I had to groan. Not only would I have to be naked in front of my mom again, but she was going to have to wash me all over. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep my erection down.
Resigned to my fate (There was no way I was going to stink for the next few months!), I got up and waited for mom in the bathroom. Her auburn hair was tied back, and she wore somewhat tight fitting clothing that showed her figure off to great effect. She was also smiling from ear to ear.
She started the bathtub filling, and then turned to me. "Better go pee first. You don't want to have to go, halfway through," she said, the smile never leaving her lips. I waited while she pulled down my shorts, and when I tried to turn around she stopped me. "Don't men prefer to pee standing up?" She asked.
"Yes, but I can't hold it myself." I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth.
"I'll take care of that. Just face the toilet, and I'll aim." Knowing there was no arguing with her, I turned, and did as I was told. She placed her left hand on my hip, and brought her right arm around my body, grasping my penis right below the head, and aimed it for my feet.
"That's too low, mom. Aim a little higher."
"Okay, but you better not hit the back of the toilet. I don't want to have to clean that up." She lifted a little, and I slowly let my stream flow. Sure enough, it landed just inside the toilet, and Mom readjusted her aim. "No wonder you men always pee all over the place. This is harder than it looks."
I wished my mom had chosen a different word than 'harder', as I could already feel my cock slowly start to grow in her grip. Luckily I was done before I was fully grown. She shook me a couple times, which felt nice, before I remembered who was doing it. Her hand seemed to linger just a moment longer, before she ordered me into the tub.
With her help, I slowly sat down in the almost too hot water. I couldn't help hide a sigh of relief as the water began to envelop me. I usually shower, and had forgotten what a nice hot bath could feel like.
"Are you going to sit there all day, or are you going to give me your feet, so I can wash them?"
I opened my eyes, remembering my mom, and handed her my right foot. I couldn't help but notice how her breasts sat on the edge of the tub, as she sat on the floor and leaned in to grab my foot. Her hands were already soapy, and she began to slowly wash my foot. The washing soon turned into a foot massage, which I wasn't going to complain about. Her fingers and thumbs dug into my feet, and a feeling of relaxation came over me. When she was done with that foot, she did the same with my left foot. She then moved up to my calves, doing the same for them as she had for my feet. My thighs soon followed, and I heard a moan, that I was embarrassed to realize had come from me. Mom's hands felt like magic as she worked, and I was like putty in her hands.
"Hello. Looks like you really are enjoying this." I look down, only to realize I had a raging boner, bobbing above the surface of the water.
