Pseudo-Sister

My sister, Linnie and I were doing OK until… Well, I’ll tell you about that in a minute.

First of all, she’s not really my sister. You see, we grew up in foster care. Not foster parents, you understand, but institutions all the way from age three and four until they unceremoniously kicked us out when we turned eighteen.

I was four years old the day she arrived. I had been ‘committed’ by a drug-addicted mother, and a who-knows-where father.

Her parents managed to kill themselves in a car wreck. She was in one of those baby seats. That saved her life. She doesn’t remember anything about the crash or even anything about her mother and father. She thinks they were loving, but doesn’t know for sure.

One thing for sure, there was very little love in the facility. Oh, some of the staff tried to express something like love. Others of the staff were downright cruel to us children. I guess if you’re a person who wanted to be a rock star, failed, and now have to work in a place taking care of children, it hardens your heart. Some of these people like nothing more than bossing little ones around. And, literally tossing the kids around sometimes. Staff-inflicted bruises, let alone mental abuse, were not uncommon.

When you’ve got no one, you tend to make friends with the closest person around. It was especially easy because she and I were pretty much always together. Like, where could we go? Sure, there were 40 other kids in the facility, but she and I grew close. Literally like a real brother and sister.

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I knew I would be fucked the day I turned eighteen, so I had been studying website design all by myself from around age 16, and by gosh, by the time I was turned loose, I was already earning a living.

When she was cut free 10 months later, she had nothing. Of course I invited her to stay with me. She decided to become a nurse. That’s not easy when you have no parents, no credit, and no contacts. Still, she persevered, and with gigantic student loans, she was near graduating. I was so excited for her.

Then, it happened. She had been riding her bike to one of her classes. She slipped on ice and fell, stopping her fall with both hands. She called me from the hospital. Or, actually, a nurse or someone called me and held the phone to Linnie’s ear, because she couldn’t even hold her phone.

I got on my bike and rode to the hospital as soon as I could, being careful not to fall on ice myself along the way.

I didn’t realize I loved Linnie so much. My heart was in my throat. I was so concerned for her! As luck would have it, all she ended up with was a cast over a hairline fracture in one forearm, and a sprained wrist under an Ace bandage on the other arm. She was uncomfortable but not in much pain. Evidently, they dosed her up pretty well with painkillers.

We splurged for an Uber Black. Those cars are the only ones big enough to put her bike in, and even then, I had to take the front wheel off and the driver had to tie down the trunk lid. I figured I could come back for my own bike the next day.

The doctor told us we should stop at a pharmacy to fill a pain prescription, but, well, like an idiot, I didn’t want the driver to stop. Within an hour poor Linnie was screaming in pain. Oh, I felt so bad as I ended up walking to the drug store to get her prescription.

She had a rough night. So did I. I didn’t sleep a wink, staying up with her in her room. It was the first time I hadn’t wanked before going to sleep in ages. The funny thing is, I had an especially good reason to wank. You see, with her hands like that, she couldn’t get her pants off to go to the bathroom. I had to help. I was super-nervous about that, but she was like, “Hey, if it’s gotta be done, it’s gotta be done.”

So I got her pants down, and helped her sit on the toilet as she peed. I really didn’t want to look, but I also wanted to look really bad. It was too dark in the bathroom to see anything except a general dark hairiness around her bottom area. You’ve gotta understand, even though we were living together and had been since we were little kids, I never saw her naked. Well, maybe when we were super-young, we were probably bathed together, but I don’t remember anything about that. When she was done, I was all set to lift her off the toilet, but she stopped me.

“Um, I’ve, uh, gotta…”

Call me stupid, I had no idea what was bothering her. Finally, she blurted it out. “I can’t wipe down there.”

I knew what I had to do, and I was so nervous I was literally shaking. I hoped she didn’t notice. I grabbed some toilet paper, and did what I had to do.

All she said was “Thanks.” I can only imagine how embarrassed she must have been. When I wiped, a drip or two of pee soaked through the toilet paper to my fingers. It wasn’t icky. Instead, it had an odd, sexually exciting effect on me.

I got her back in bed. Her pain was subsiding, but sleep wasn’t happening for either of us. Fortunately, web design is something I did from home, so I was able to sleep in, and then be with Linnie as needed throughout the day. By mid-afternoon, her pain had died almost entirely away, unless she moved her arms. Boy, you could see her wince big-time every time she moved or bumped a hand against something. I realized she has a pretty extensive four-letter-word vocabulary.

In the morning, I spoon fed Linnie. Then she had to pee again. I helped her in the bathroom, but still didn’t get a good look. Call me a voyeur, but well, I guess being a red-blooded male, I really wanted to see something. When she was done, I wiped her again.

She told me I didn’t get it quite good enough. So, being gentle, I grabbed some more toilet paper and gave her a longer wipe. I was trying to look and not look at the same time. I still didn’t see anything but some hair.

That’s when she floored me by saying, “Hey, that feels pretty nice. I mean, I’ve never had someone else do that for me before. It gives me pleasant shivers.”

Stupid me, all I could say was, “Um…”

Now between her and I, she’s the bold one. I have heard her get kind of raunchy before, like referring to an ostentatious person, “I’ll bet that guys has balls the size of Kansas,” or about a good-looking guy, “I’d fuck him in a second.”

I didn’t realize what a horndog my sister had become. Of course I knew she hadn’t ever dated anyone. Neither had I. In the facility, another kid and I wanked together one time. That was the extent of my carnal knowledge. I doubt she had done even anything like that. Might our naivety be because of our tight relationship? I’d wondered about that a couple of times.

Later in the day she had to poop. Guess who had to wipe her butt? Now, to me, that wasn’t sexy. And yet it was in some odd way.

I wasn’t able to reach her while she was sitting down and she couldn’t raise herself half-way up because her arms were still plenty sore. So, I had her stand up, stoop over, and that’s how I cleaned her. I got a full on view of her asshole. First it was dirty and not so great, but once I got it cleaned up, it really sent me. I mean, as soon as I was done, I went to my room and jerked off remembering what I had just seen.

A couple hours afterward, she had to pee again. Again I wiped her lovely vagina, even though as before, I didn’t really see anything.

She seemed appreciative. I mean, really appreciative. She had a blissful look on her face, and went “Umm… thanks!”

A few days passed. Her pain subsided almost entirely, except when she moved her hands or arms the wrong way.

One time, still sitting on the toilet, after I wiped her vagina, I saw a pained look on her face. I don’t mean pain from her arm and wrist. It was something else. She was also kind of red in the face. Might she be having a fever from her injuries? No, the skin hadn’t been broken. There was not likely an infection.

She started to say something but didn’t get more than a syllable out. She then tried again and stopped just as quickly.

“What is it Linnie?” I asked.

“Well…”

Then she poured it out: “Do you ever, um… masturbate?” Her voice was strange, kind of high and shaky.

Now it was my turn to turn red in the face. How does one answer that? One thing we learned in the home was a Robert Frost quote, “The best way out is always through.” I took that to mean just do what you have to do. Just trudge through trouble. Speak the direct truth when up against a wall.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” I said, practically in a whisper. Why a whisper? Did it seem so personal that I thought people might hear me through the thick walls of the apartment?

“So do I. Daily.”

This was such a huge shock I didn’t even know how to process it. It sent my body to literally shivering. I had never though of Linnie doing something like that. Of course, if I had ever thought it through logically, I guess she’s a normal American girl. She would masturbate. But daily? Wow!

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Before I could think further she went on. “So, maybe you understand the problem.”

I didn’t. I just stood next to her there on the toilet, absolutely silent.

She looked at me almost angry or something. Then she added, too loudly, “I want an orgasm and can’t have one.” More quietly she added, “I mean, I’m used to… but my arms… well you know.”

I’m not a rocket scientist, but I’m not stupid either. Now, I understood. I also realized that I didn’t want to torture her by making her say it, so I offered, “You want me to help you with that?”

“Would you?!” Suddenly, she was like twelve years old again, excited as a little kid. What was going on? Was it the pain killing drugs in her? I didn’t think so. She had quit taking them more than a day before.

Guess who else was excited like a little kid?

“Yes!” I replied, a little more enthusiastically than I intended. More steadily, I added, “I mean, if that will help you feel better, of course I’ll help.”

I helped her get to her bed and turned up the heater a bit. I helped her get her pants and underwear off. Somehow, it seemed appropriate to remove her sweater, shirt and her bra also. Neither of us seemed to object. So there she was as naked as the day she was born. She was beautiful. I had never seen her in that light before. I mean, she was literally like my sister all our lives, and now, suddenly, she was an absolute beauty.

Her milky white tits seemed just right. Her ass was surprisingly tiny and her legs were long and strong. Oh my gosh, I was in heaven just looking at her. I tried hard not to stare, but I’ll bet my tongue was hanging out of my mouth.

She didn’t seem to notice.

“Um, I feel funny.” She said. My heart which was beating a mile a minute, kind of flipped. Had she changed her mind? What a disappointment.

“I still want you to give an orgasm, but somehow, I feel too naked. Do you mind? I mean, could you possibly take off some stuff also?”

Oh my god, this was turning out better than my best wet dream ever. Better than my best masturbation fantasies. And yet, I was also weirdly embarrassed. But, the best way out is always through, right?

Almost without hesitation, and without even saying ‘yes,’ I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, then my pants, and underwear. Well, there was a strong moment of hesitation. I realized I had become erect, and I just wasn’t sure it was right for her to see me like that. I felt like I was doing something terribly wrong. Something like in school when you’ve done something naughty, and a teacher is going to scold you. Still, how could I not proceed? So, a minute later, Linnie got to see her brother fully naked with a super-hard erection.

I decided to ignore my boner. I mean, my natural inclination would have been to stroke it to ejaculation right then and there as I stared at Linnie, but this was about her orgasm, not mine. Besides, that seemed impolite or something. Plus, what was to become of this evening? What might possibly happen?

I found out. After some awkwardness, Linnie got into a position with her legs wide. I finally got to see a vagina live for the first time in my life. Not just pictures in Wikipedia or something. And my, oh my, what a vagina it was!

She instructed me on how to find her clit hiding under her inner labia, how to start with the very gentlest of a touch, then work up until she was screaming and bucking on her bed in the throes of a giant orgasm.

After she calmed down, she quietly asked, “Can you do more?”

I wasn’t expecting that. After I cum, I’m done. But, as I’ve later learned, many women can orgasm over and over again.

I found rubbing her clit with my fingertips a bit awkward. Without thinking it through, I changed position and lowered my face to her crotch. My, what attractive smell! There’s no way I wasn’t going to lick that delicious clit of hers. I mean, if she would allow it.

I stopped and asked, “Can I lick it?”

“Oh my god, yes!”

So, I licked my beautiful sister to another orgasm. At one point, I was kind of lowering my tongue and pushing it into her slit as far as I could. She seemed to enjoy that, and I knew I sure did.

That evening, I did not orgasm. Her arms were too immobile to do anything for me. Besides, I was happy just to do what I did for her. Very happy. Oddly, it didn’t even occur to me to ask for any sort of reciprocation. Actually, I did orgasm, but later, in my own bedroom, and it was a doozie!

We did it again the very next day. And the day after that. The next day, after she had another bucking, screaming orgasm, she painfully maneuvered herself into a position where her head was near my erect but ignored penis. I didn’t see it coming. Without words, suddenly her lips were around the head of my dick, and she started giving it loving oral attention. I did nothing to stop her. Even though it took me letting her know that she was kind of biting with her teeth a couple of times, I ejaculated within a minute. I would have liked to last longer.

I didn’t know whether I should pull out or stay. I was concerned, so I did pull out of her mouth as I was cumming. After I settled down, she let me know that she really enjoyed that, and next time, I would not need to pull out. She’d like to find out what cum tastes like.

Time went on. Linnie’s arms healed. That didn’t stop us from our nearly daily, and sometimes twice-daily oral sex sessions. And yes, she did like the taste of cum.

Along the way, we learned some tricks. One of the best was anal fingering. Boy, I sure cum hard if she has a finger in my butt when I ejaculate. I found out I could give her orgasms from nothing but a finger in her lovely butt. But then, If I lick her, or rapidly stick two finger in and out of her pussy at the same time, she just goes absolutely crazy. So much so that I have to kind of lean against her to keep her from throwing herself off the bed.

One day we were playing with the idea of simulated fucking, something we’d done a few times before. I’d place my dick between her upper thighs, just below her vagina. I could cum from that alone. It didn’t do much for her unless I did it from behind. It’s not like I was pressing against her anus or anything, but still, she preferred the fake fucking from behind. It just felt so nice for both of us to have our bodies pressed together like that. Sometimes, we’d just stop, and stay pressed together like spoons for quite a while.

On this particular day, we were perhaps friskier than usual. Her vagina was very wet as usual. As I was thrusting between her legs, I must have slipped up a couple of inches, and my cock just slid right into her vagina. It felt amazing! So amazing! First, almost by instinct, I thrust it all the way into her. But I knew it was wrong and pulled out right away.

She turned around, eyes sparkling, wordlessly expressing that it was amazing for her also. At the same time, it scared us to pieces. We had to process it for days. Finally we decided that since we weren’t actually blood-related, it was not only OK, it was very OK.

Fast forward eight years to now, as I write this account. Linnie and I have been married for seven years. She’s a nurse. I still build websites. We have a seven-year-old son, and a five year-year-old daughter. They are delightful children. We will make sure to give them everything we didn’t get in the foster care system. Especially love. Lots of love!