Bec stared at her brother, lost for words.
"You want me to do what?" she asked, stunned.
"I need you to wash me. Geez, didn't Mum talk to you about this before she left?" Matt asked, his face flushing red with embarrassment.
"No, she bloody didn't or I probably wouldn't have agreed to stay home and look after you!"
"Crap, I thought that she would, I mean it's the last thing I want to have to ask you to do, believe me, but I can't go for three weeks without washing myself!"
Bec eyed her brother. She could see that he genuinely was embarrassed.
"Fuck, I can't believe I have to do this, but ok," she replied reluctantly.
"Thanks Bec, I'll owe you and I promise, I won't tell anyone about it if you don't."
"You'd better not!"
Matt had managed to crash his mountain bike in a race a couple of weeks earlier and his right arm was in a cast due to a break in the fore-arm. He had also done significant damage to his left hand, requiring it to be pinned. So it too was in a cast.
Bec hadn't really thought about what this meant for him in terms of bathing, but was vaguely aware of her mother having assisted him in the process.
Their parents were away for a month on a European vacation and Matt's casts weren't due to come off until the last week that they were away. Because of this, Bec, the younger of the siblings at 18, had been asked by her mother to take care of her 19 year old brother. She'd said that she would, knowing just how much her parents had been looking forward to the holiday and knowing that they couldn't afford to cancel it and go another time. But she obviously hadn't thought through all of the implications of her decision.
"So what happens?" Bec asked.
"Well, we can either do it in the shower or the bath," Matt advised. "I have to put my arms in plastic bags to keep them from getting wet and so I can either sit in the bath with my arms out or stand in the shower and hold them up out of the spray."
"What's more comfortable?"
"The bath," Matt replied.
"Then I guess we'll do that," Bec said, reluctantly following her brother upstairs from the living room to where the bathroom that had the bath in it was located. She wandered in behind her brother who started to undress. "Maybe I should wait outside. When you've run it, get in and drop this over your um, you know, your dick," she said, handing him a face washer.
Matt eyed it sceptically but said nothing. Bec went outside to wait for her summons. She heard the water running in the tub and waited. As she did so, she considered that she was about to go in and wash her older brother. She shuddered a little at the thought. But then she considered what her friend Jess had said the other day.
They'd been in her room chatting and Matt had come in to ask for some help opening something because of his temporary disability. Jess had suggested that given how hot Matt was, if she had him in that condition, she'd be taking advantage of his inability to defend himself.
Bec considered her brother critically from memory. He did have a nice face. It was almost chiselled. All the men of their family had that well honed and defined jaw. He had dark hair and dark eyes that could brood, kill or sparkle with delight in a matter of moments. She supposed that when it came down to it, there was a host of reasons why her friends would be enamoured of him. She even smiled to herself when she thought about what Jess would say if she were given the opportunity to see him in the bath.
Matt called from within the bathroom and nervously, with a strange leap in her stomach, Bec opened the door to go in. Matt was reclined in the bath, his hand and arm held out of the water so that the plasters and bandages wouldn't get wet. She tried to avoid glancing at his crotch and pretend that she was a nurse or something, someone with the ability to do this in a nice detached way so that she wouldn't consider that it was her brother lying naked before her.
"There's a couple of plastic bags and some tape on the counter Bec, if you could put them over these it will just help protect them a bit more," Matt said to her as she looked around for soap to start.
Bec strapped his hands into the bags and then rolled up the sleeves of her long --sleeved top before picking up the cake of soap that she found on the edge of the bath.
"Lean forward," she instructed her brother. Bec dipped the soap into the water and splashed some of it up over his back so that she could start scrubbing him. She couldn't help but notice how broad his shoulders had become in the last few years. They were well muscled and defined and on another man, Bec would have been more appropriately impressed. Once finished with his back, she had him recline back in the bath again, this time taking the soap to his chest. He had a little chest hair and his pecs were as well defined as the muscles of his shoulders. As her hands passed over them, kneading slightly with the soap, she found herself focussing not on the fact that this was her brother, but on the texture and feel of his skin and the tone of his muscles. She was embarrassed to discover that her insides were starting to react in a most inappropriate way to the washing of her brother's body.
"Leg," she said simply a few moments later, tapping his right knee. Changing the focus of where she was washing meant that her gaze travelled down his body from his chest and past his crotch. It was impossible to ignore the state of his cock. It had to be close to fully erect, the wash cloth now failing to cover its entirety. She could see his balls and the base of his thick shaft, but the top two-thirds remained covered, the cloth floating on the water but clearly outlining the shape of his manhood.
As Bec began the process of washing Matt's right leg, she tried desperately to avoid looking back at what she knew was floating so close to her. But given how impressive it was, she couldn't help but keep stealing glances. Though each time that she did, she ensured that she didn't meet her brother's gaze, not sure what to think and unwilling to see where he might be looking.
Matt, for his part was as embarrassed as his sister was, though unaware of the effect that the bath had been having on her. From the moment he'd started undressing, he'd been fighting to keep his cock from becoming erect. His sister was a beautiful girl. He knew it. He'd spent plenty of time admiring her curves as she'd acquired them over the last few years and now, at 18, it was hard to believe that she'd ever be more perfect.
He glanced at her as her hands now caressed his left leg. It was slightly uncomfortable for him as she'd pulled his leg across his body so that it was easier for her to wash, but that meant that he was crushing his balls slightly.
Bec's brown hair was tied in a pony-tail behind her head that hung down to her shoulders. She was wearing a long sleeved, pink top that clung to her breasts, which sat wonderfully on her chest. "Nice handfuls," Matt found himself thinking, "Not too large and not too little." Her waist was thin and her hips flared a little without being 'good child bearers' as his grand father used to say.
