This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. Medical references are fictional and contrived to enhance the story. I hope you enjoy this story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
I had just graduated from high school and it looked like my brother was going to ruin my summer. He was two years older than me and he had always been an entitled ass, so why would this be any different? He just finished his second year of university and there had been a freak snowstorm which dumped a ton of snow on the ski resorts north of his school.
After finals, and instead of coming home like he was supposed to, he and some buddies headed to the mountains for a few extra bonus days of skiing. However, as he was showing off for some ski bunnies and taking a triple black diamond run for which he was not qualified, he lost control and crashed into a huge pine tree nearly killing himself.
Apparently he tried to block the crash with his hands and arms which resulted in both arms and hands being essentially pulverized, as well as a broken femur, tibia, and cracked pelvis. After many hours of surgery both arms and hands were screwed, pinned, and wired back together, and encased in casts. After a few days in the hospital he was allowed to go home as long as he had essentially 24 hour assistance.
Both arms were in casts from his shoulders to the tips of his fingers, plus his right leg was in a cast from just below his hip to his ankle. He would not be allowed to put any weight on that leg for three or four weeks and the casts on his arms would likely be on for at least eight weeks. He would require nursing assistance for all of that time.
Here's where the problem arises! I had been accepted into nursing school starting in September, and had a summer job working about 20 hours a week at a local shop. Our parents saw this situation as a win-win. Instead of them paying nurses to care for Bradley, I could get some real, 'hands on' nursing experience, they would pay me more than the shop but less than the outside nurses, and I would be available all the time! Of course they didn't consider my thoughts or feelings on the subject. The fact that Bradley had been my prime tormentor as I was growing up was never considered.
It was decided. They rented a hospital bed and had it installed in Bradley's room and the next day an ambulance and nurse delivered him to the room. The nurse reviewed the care that I would be responsible for: bathing him all over, help with toilet - both types, turning him and massaging his back to prevent bed sores, everything! She reminded me that he essentially had no use of either of his hands or fingers. Then she walked me through most of the things I would be doing.
She was a nice enough person, a little older, probably thirty-something. She carried a few extra pounds, but they were well placed on her chest and hips. Her white uniform did not really contain her breasts which were probably at least an F-cup, possibly larger. The skirt was pulled tight around her hips.
When she reached over Bradley to adjust his pillows, her big boobs were right in his face! It's a wonder she didn't smother him! But HE didn't seem to mind.
We needed to go through all of the procedures that I would be doing, so she started with the bath. We prepared the water and brought some soap and a wash cloth and towel. When she pulled down the covers, Bradley's massive erection sprung into view. I gasped, but she said, "Don't worry about 'that'. That happens all the time with young men. It will go down eventually."
She proceeded to wash, then dry, his face and neck and shoulders, her breasts bouncing in his face the whole time. Then down his chest to his waist. She showed me how to roll him on his side so I wouldn't hurt him and so I could wash his back. While she was holding him on his side she also washed his butt! (I knew that I would have to do his bath, but I hadn't thought about that!)
After she rolled him onto his back, she put a towel over his chest, then she started to wash his feet and legs. As she moved up his legs, I began to get nervous. She would soon be touching his cock and balls...and he was still HARD!
But she continued like it was the most normal thing in the world. She slid the soapy wash cloth up and down his hard cock a couple times and then held it in one hand while she washed his balls. After drying him off, she picked up the urinal to show me how it is used. Of course, Bradley's rigid penis was not cooperative, so she just shrugged and said, "You get the idea."
Yes, I got the idea! I was going to have to hold his penis into that little jug while he peed!
She pulled up the covers, we talked about a few other things and she gave me her phone number to call if I had any questions or problems. (Maybe like, how am I going to do this? He's my brother! Yuck!)
She hadn't been gone ten minutes when Bradley called me and said, "I need to go pee."
Of course! He couldn't do it while she was here! He had to wait until I was totally on my own! I got the urinal, pulled down the covers, and pointed his thing into the opening. "Go ahead." I said. But he didn't. "What are you waiting for? Go on, pee."
I can't. You're watching me."
I don't want you to end up peeing all over the bed! Then I'd have to change the bed and give you another bath! No way! If you need to go, then go!"
Finally, I heard the sound of liquid splashing into the container. When the flow stopped, I started to remove the container. "Wait! You can't just take it away like that! You have to shake it off!"
What!?!" I exclaimed.
If you don't shake it off, there will still be urine in the end and it will leak out onto my legs and the bed! It will make a mess!"
How do I do that?"
Just shake it side to side so it taps against each side of the container a few times."
I tried, tentatively.
Just a little harder."
I plucked up my nerve and tried again a little harder.
I think that should be good," he said.
I turned on his TV, but there wasn't much to watch, so I turned it off again and Bradley decided that he was pretty tired and he would take a nap. We had rigged up a huge button that he could press with his cast if he needed help. Then I went to my room across the hall to try to wrap my head around what I was doing.
As I was half dozing I remembered all the times when he would torment me. Being two years older and bigger, he could pin me down and tease me. He would often tickle me until I would wet my pants, then he would go tell Mom and I would be embarrassed... even though it was really his fault.
