Lorna inched the door open, the strain showing clearly on her pretty face. She shrilled with delight on seeing me and gave a huge welcome hug. I was acutely aware that it wasn't my good looks and charm which appealed to her but rather the relief of having someone to share the burden with. Which was fine by me as it is never easy coping with illness on your own.
Mary had been discharged from hospital and was lying comfortably in her large bed propped up with pillows. She had a cast on her hand and leg but her left hand was also bandaged tight as she had injured her fingers too.
"You look pretty as a picture, sister dearest."
"Why, thank you. Not looking too bad yourself. I am so sorry to have imposed on you, really wish I had not gone chasing Puddy (her cat). I wouldn't be in this condition if I had only stayed in."
"No worries lass, I am here and it's all going to be sweet. Never worry. I better get Lorna to give me a guided tour and any instructions and let her get back to her life."
The tour did not take long and soon she was on her way the only awkward bit was her stating that as Mary could not walk I would have to give bed pan service. I settled myself in the guest room and soon was sitting by Mary's side chewing the breeze. We talked about family and home and our lives and soon she was nodding off to sleep probably as a result of her medication.
The next few days passed quickly enough with nothing of note except her constant apologies when she had to use the bed pan. I did get a good look at her thighs and bum but tried to avert my eyes and keep from staring at her cleavage which occasionally peeped out when the buttons on her night gown were undone. She was still in very good shape, with really smooth skin, curvy bits and that pretty face.
One afternoon after feeding her and drawing the blinds I noticed that she was fidgety and took a long time to doze off. Must be the reduced dose of medicine I thought. How wrong was I? I settled back on the comfortable recliner and putting my laptop on my lap continued writing the next chapter of Aunty Tick Tock, the other story I was in the midst of writing for my Literotica readers.
"What are you writing?"
"Sorry, can't tell"
"Can't tell or won't tell?"
"Won't is more accurate." I acknowledged.
"Why not?"
"Wow! You are persistent."
"Well, I am so bored and you look so enraptured in whatever it is you're doing. I suspected you were watching porn except that you were writing so assiduously so it obviously could not be porn."
"You sure?" I smiled.
"Quit messing with me and tell me now." She whined." I want to know what my kid brother is enjoying so much."
"You can't handle it." I quipped with a tone of finality drawing the matter to a close.
I returned my attention to writing out the next few sentences when she asked for the bed pan. Reaching under the bed I picked up the pan and helped her to sit up and raised her gown and placed the pan under her bum while she kept her gown pressed tight to her crotch. Damn, no views of her pussy again I thought, feeling turned on with thoughts of Aunty Tick Tock sucking on a long hard penis. I left the room to give her privacy and put the kettle on for a cup of tea. On my return I was aghast as Mary had leaned over and pulled my lap top on to the bed and was reading the latest unreleased escapades of Aunty.
She said with a look of disbelief on her face.
