AUTHOR = JAX
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I opened my eyes and I was in a completely white room, this must be heaven. But why was I in heaven? That was the next question I asked myself. I reached out with my other senses. I couldn't hear anything, but I could smell a sharp antiseptic smell. That sorted it, I was in a hospital. Next question, why was I in a hospital? Well, I had no idea. Okay, what did I remember? I knew my name, Bill Thomas, good. So what was the last thing I remembered? I was going to work on my bike. Okay, a good guess would be that I must have been knocked off my bike.
I rested now that I knew what was going on, then the next question raised its ugly head. How badly was I injured? Well, I could see and smell, although I couldn't hear anything. I moved my legs. They seemed to be there, and so were my arms. Okay, I was intact. I rested again, then the door opened and an angel walked into my room. She was dressed all in white with short, dark hair and a big smile. Her mouth opened and closed but I heard nothing. She left and returned with a guy, a doctor I suppose, in his white coat. I indicated that I couldn't hear anything and he looked into my ears and eyes, then he wrote on a sheet of paper for me to read.
"You have a concussion. Your hearing should return shortly."
Well, that was good to know. I smiled at them both.
"What happened?" I asked, the words ringing in my head.
Again he wrote. "Knocked off your bike."
"Am I okay?" I asked.
"You're fine. You should make a full recovery."
Good. I closed my eyes and I must have slept, for when I opened them again, it was dark and I was alone. My ears were now ringing, which I took to be a good sign. I lay there not sleepy now, wondering what to do. Thoughts of my angel nurse came back to my mind; boy was she beautiful. Thinking about her caused my cock to harden, and it was nice to know that it still worked too. Now all I needed was for my angel to give me some relief, a blowjob would be nice.
I lay there thinking about it when the door opened and in she walked. She smiled at me and said something. All I heard was mush, but at least I heard something. She sat on my bed and smiled at me, her hand moving over my groin and rubbing my hard cock. I lay there in shock, all the while she carried on talking and rubbing. She got up and checked the door for a few seconds, then came back to me. She pulled back my covers to expose my hard cock. Her head dropped and took it all into her hot mouth.
Oh my. Then I wondered, with a big smile, if this was a private hospital or was I getting this on the National Health. She was an expert and before too long I was spurting down her throat; she didn't lose a drop. She covered me up, smiled, then left. I slept after that, with a big smile on my face.
I didn't see her again (not her shift or she had moved wards) but two days later I was released. My married sister picked me up and drove me to my flat. My hearing was improving with every passing day, but it was still a little fuzzy.
"You need a nurse to look after you," Wendy, my sister, said. "Pity you broke up with Clare."
Clare, up to recently, had been my girlfriend, and we hadn't broken up, she had dumped me. Wendy talking about her had brought a small tear to my eye, for Clare was very beautiful and I still loved her dearly. What I needed was her on her back with her legs open wide and me pounding between them.
"I'll just make you comfy, do some tea, and then I must be off," said Wendy.
"Thanks sis," I said.
"Right, I'll be off," she called out. "Oh, I'll answer it," she added as the doorbell rang.
"Look who's here," she said, letting Clare enter my bedroom.
"Hi Bill, how are you doing?" she asked.
"Much better now, thanks," I replied. I was just happy she was here and didn't really care why.
"Heard about your accident, so I thought I'd come over," she said.
"I'll be off now," said Wendy. "Nice to see you again," she said to Clare.
"So, how are you really?" she asked and sat on my bed.
"They tell me I was unconscious for two days," I admitted, "but other than fuzzy hearing, I seem okay."
"Oh good," she smiled at me. "I didn't realise how much I missed you until I thought I may lose you."
Oh my, I thought, does this mean she's coming back to me.
"That's nice to know," I said. My cock was getting hard just by looking at her pretty face.
"I see that's missed me too," she giggled, and pointed at the tented bedcovers. Her laugh was always very sexy. "Are you up to it then?" she challenged.
"Sure," I said, my chest feeling tight from the lust.
She stood up and quietly stripped off her few clothes -- dress, bra and knickers. I had forgotten how good her body was -- slim with bigger tits than her body should have, even though I knew they were only a 'C' cup. She pulled back the covers and joined me in the bed. My hands roamed over her; she was already very wet between her legs. She pulled me on top of her.
"Just put it in and fuck me," she shouted.
I slipped into her and started to bang into her hard. Ten good hard strokes and she was coming. I followed two strokes later.
"I must go. Carl, will be wondering where I am," she said, pulling her dress over her head. Carl was the guy she dumped me for.
"Okay," I said, feeling down now that she was leaving. "Please call again soon."
"Of course," she said, and kissed me on the forehead.
I was alone again, even sadder if anything, now that Clare had visited me. My bed was full of her smell and I knew she was not coming back to me. I slept, suddenly tired, probably from all that fucking. When I awoke it was dark and a thought passed through my mind. I rejected it instantly but it just wouldn't go away. That nurse in the hospital, I had thought about her giving me a blowjob, and she did. Then it was Clare. I thought about her in my bed and along she comes. No, it was silly I knew, but it kept nagging at me. I slept again and didn't wake until Wendy popped in next morning.
"Sleep well?" she asked. I knew she was also dying to know about Clare.
"Yes thanks, Clare left soon after you," I said, which was almost the truth. "She said she'll pop back later."
"I like Clare," she said.
Yeah, so do I, but she's never coming back to me so I might as well forget all about her. Wendy's comment however brought an image of Clare and Wendy naked in my bed. Wendy, although older than me, still looked good, having no kids helped of course. What was she? Well, she was three years older than me, so that would make her twenty-seven. Boy, she looked good for twenty-seven. Bit of extra weight on her hips and bust, but her waist was still trim.
I got out of bed and Wendy made me breakfast of toast and coffee.
"I'll be back later, when I've seen to Del," she said. Del's her husband. She left me with my thoughts.
I watched some daytime telly, but the image of Clare and my sister kept returning. That knock on the head must have rattled my brain about more than I had thought. After a week, I had mostly recovered; the occasional headache and my hearing still a little fuzzy.
"Look who I bumped into?" said Wendy, and together with Clare they walked into my lounge.
"Hi sis, Clare," I said, "I'll put the kettle on."
"No, no, I'll do that," said Wendy, "you and Clare have a chat."
"You feeling better?" she asked when Wendy had left the room."
"Much thanks," I said with a smile, "your last visit did me the world of good."
"Oh good," she said looking a little sheepish.
"Here you go, Bill," said Wendy handing me a cup of tea. "If you don't mind, Clare and I want to use your bedroom, got a few new things we'd like to try on." She picked up a couple of carrier bags off the floor and held them up.
"Yeah sure," I said.
I sat down and sipped my hot tea. Although my hearing was still a bit fuzzy, I started to hear noises from my bedroom. I opened the door a crack and there on the bed were the two girls in each other's arms, both beautifully naked. I'd never seen my sister naked before. She was on top of the writhing Clare, licking and biting her tits for all she was worth, while her free hand was between Clare's legs. The sight gave me an instant hard-on. Just then Clare's eyes opened and she saw me standing in the doorway.
"Oh yes, give us your cock," she called out.
My sister stopped her mauling of Clare's tits and she too called out to me.
"Yes brother, we need your stiffy," she giggled.
I didn't need a second invitation but joined the two girls on my bed. I thought it best if I didn't fuck my sister, so I slipped between Clare's legs again.
"Oh yes, you big bastard," she sighed, "fuck me hard."
It was hard not to notice my sister's naked body lying next to me on the bed, for she was again paying attention to Clare's tits. I never saw Clare so turned on. Within seconds she was bucking under our joint onslaught.
"Oh yes, yes," she screamed and became limp.
Shit, I hadn't come yet, but my sister had a solution to my problem.
"Here, stick it in me, brother," she said and she pulled me on top of her.
"I don't think...." was as far as I got before she grabbed my cock and shoved it into herself.
"Oh yes, brother, that's great," she cooed and pushed back at me.
This was all too much for me and I started to come. Feeling me spurt, my sister banged into me extra hard a couple of times, and she came too. I just lay there, my mind in a spin. Didn't I think about doing this just the other day? What with the previous incident as well, things were definitely strange.
"I've got to be off," said Clare, not catching my eyes as she dressed and was gone in minutes.
"I've got all afternoon," giggled Wendy, "so if you can get it up anytime soon...."
"Look sis, I'm not sure about this," I said.
"It's okay, Bill," she said, "we're both adults, and you do have a nice size cock, much bigger than Del's anyway."
"Sis...." I started to say. I wanted to tell her about my suspicions, but she took my still limp cock into her mouth. After that, all intelligent thoughts left me.
"There we go, all nice and hard again," she sighed and pulled me between her legs. "Nice and slow brother, we got all afternoon." My hands became full of plump tits and thighs, and slowly I thrust into her wet pussy. "Oh yes, that's nice," she cooed, her legs locked behind my back to control my movements. "Oh yes, you do have a lovely big cock, you bastard. Oh yes, faster now, oh yes."
Her hips picked up speed and banged back at me hard. Even though I had already come once, I wasn't going to last at this pace. Just before I knew I couldn't hold on any more, her body jerked and was still. I pumped my second load into her.
We lay there cooling down, hand in hand.
"Oh my, where were you when I was a teenager and in desperate need of a cock in the night?" she giggled.
"Next door and dreaming of a pussy to put my cock into," I said.
"Well, we certainly made up for lost time," she giggled again.
"Sure did," I agreed. "What happened with you and Clare earlier?"
"Don't know really," she said. "We were both stripping off to try on some new underwear when we started to giggle and I suppose we fell into each other's arms. We both needed a good seeing to, I expect. Del's not the most passionate guy."
"Well, he needs a good kick up the backside, sis," I said. My hands had a mind of their own and were moving over her silk-like skin. "You're one sexy lady."
"Thanks brother," she giggled, "that's what a girl likes to hear. Well, I suppose I'd better go, he'll be wanting his tea."
After she had gone, I went over it in my mind. That's three times now I thought about a sexual situation, and it happened in real life. Three times is too many for it to be a coincidence. The only explanation was that my head injury had affected me more than the doctors had thought. Okay, let's set something up, totally unlikely, and see what happens. Of course the problem was what.
Of course up to now these visions had come unbidden into my mind, and so it was the next time. Wendy had called around the next day and, after she had fixed my tea, I had fixed the itch between her legs.
"This is so nice, brother," she sighed. "I've always wanted more cocks in my life. Del's bloody useless."
Like a flash, the image of my sister surrounded by hard cocks popped into my mind. As soon as it did I tried to suppress it, but you know how it is. Do I tell her now about my suspicions? No, probably not, she'd think I lost it, and I couldn't blame her.
I was now back to normal and the doctor had signed me off fit to return to work. I was bit gun shy about riding a bike, mine was a mangled wreck anyway, so I caught the bus. My mates at work were happy to see me back, saying things had been boring since my accident. Without any thought, I invited them all around on Friday for drinks and a take-away pizza. It hadn't crossed my mind at all, until at about ten in the evening when my sister turned up. By then we all had a few.
"Oh, hi guys," she said, "just popped around to see if you're okay, brother."
"I'm fine," I said.
"Here, have a drink," offered Tony, handing Wendy a beer.
It was then that I remembered my vision. Do I get her out of here or let things take their course? It would prove things one way or the other. Wendy seemed very comfortable in the company of us guys; their banter was risqué but good-natured. Her short skirt exposed more and more of her thighs as more and more drinks were poured down her throat. Then I was fixing some new drinks in the kitchen and I suddenly became aware that the lounge had become quiet; all talk and laughter had ceased.
I stood in the doorway and watched as Bobby was exploring my sister's tonsils with his tongue, his hands were also cupping her tits through her blouse; she was not fighting him off. I returned to the kitchen to finish pouring the drinks, then I returned to the action in the lounge. Wendy was now stretched out on the sofa with Bobby still kissing her. His hands had unbuttoned her blouse completely and pulled her bra up to expose her tits. Tony was working on her other end, his head buried in her groin. I could see her knickers hanging off one ankle.
"You're not going to stop her, are you?" inquired Toby.
"Hey, do I look like her husband?" I said. "She's a big girl now, she does what she likes."
"Yeah right," he chuckled, "she looks like she's a right goer."
Yeah, she sure does, I thought, but now I knew it was me that was doing it. I had seen this vision in my mind and now it was happening. I sipped my drink and watched as Bobby fed his hard cock into her mouth while Tony slipped his into her slick pussy.
"Oh man, will you look at that," chuckled Toby. "I don't know where I want to stick mine, in her mouth or in her cunt."
"I think you'll have time to do both," I commented.
Yeah right," he said.
We were alone now; the guys had left totally sated.
"Oh boy," she sighed and stretched like a cat, "I must have a shower."
"Sure sis," I said and watched her retreating figure head for the bathroom. So it was me that was setting up these situations. I didn't know how I was doing it, but the evidence was too overpowering.
"My, that was some evening, brother," she giggled, back from having her shower and drying her hair.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"I can't remember having so much fun since... well, before I got married I suppose," she giggled again. "I'm going to have to boot Del out. He's fucking useless in the fucking department. Come on, let's go to bed."
We cuddled up together, my hands full of her pump body.
"I'm a bit sore so, if you don't mind, let's just sleep. You can fuck me in the morning." She sighed and started to snore.
I lay there thinking about things and what the future may hold. For one thing, my sex life was going to pick up now. My sister seemed very happy to supply me with all I needed and Clare may also put in an appearance too.
I awoke with a great sensation in my groin.
"Come on, sleepy head," Wendy giggled when my morning hard cock plopped out of her mouth. "I woke up randy and wanted a nice hard cock, so come on and stick it in me."
"Sure sis," I said with a big smile.
She rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. "Oh yeah, that's magic," she sighed, as I slipped into her, "you've got a lovely big, hard cock."
Her plump hips moved against me and, in the morning light, I could see her tits swaying delightfully with each of my thrusts.
"Oh God, harder you bastard," she cried, "oh yes, yes."
Her orgasm hit her hard and she became limp.
"Oh my God," she cooed, "that's it, I'm kicking that pencilled dick husband of mine out."
"I'm sure I can find all the cock you crave, sis," I promised.
"Yeah right," she sighed, "no more going without from now on. Promise me you'll see to me, right?"
"Sure sis," I said, "I'll arrange all the cock you can handle, OK?"
"Oh thanks, brother." She cuddled up to me. "I want to be very naughty for you, so anything you want, you let me know, right?"
"Right sis," I said. "Now use those tits on me and get me hard."
"Oh yeah," she giggled, "I can't remember the last time I gave a tit-fuck. Back of someone's car, I expect."
"Oh, you're going to have to tell me all the naughty little things you've done up to now," I said.
"Yeah sure," she giggled.
I showered and dressed. Being Saturday, I was intending to clean the flat, but when I returned to the lounge Wendy had already started. Between us it only took a couple of hours before the place was spotless.
"Thanks sis," I said when we at last sat down with a cup of tea.
"That's okay, part of my job from now on," she said.
"Okay, let's have a nice chat," I said. "Take your top off and lie down here."
"What?" she said.
"Come on, do as you're told," I said sternly. She removed her blouse and bra and lay down with her head on my lap. "Right sis, you're going to tell me about your wicked past," I said, my hand running over her tits.
"If you're going to do that," she giggled, "there's no way I can concentrate."
"Shut up slut," I said sharply, "right now tell me all about your naughtiness."
"Okay, what do you want to know?" she smiled.
"Okay, close your eyes and tell me who popped your cherry?" I asked.
"Oh, that was Mr. Wright from next door," she chuckled. "Invited me in for a cold drink when it was blazing hot. I was wearing that little black bikini... well, I wasn't for long."
"Mr. Wright?" I said. "God sis, he must have been, what... fifty easy?"
"So, his cock was nice and hard," she giggled.
"Okay, what did you do next?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "I fucked half the guys in my class, I suppose, one time or another. Oh, I did spend a night with Janice Wayne once, had a sleepover and we did each other with her mum's vibrator. I can feel you've got all hard, so we'll stop, shall we?"
"Yeah sis," I said, my voice thick with lust. She sat astride my lap and I gave her beautiful tits a good workout while she bounced on my cock.
I'd better be off," she sighed, "Del will be mad at me for staying out."
"I thought you were going to kick him out," I said.
"Well I am," she smiled, "but not today. I'll be back later and I'll tell you about the Pop Concert where I went topless all day."
"God sis, I'm getting hard again," I chuckled.
"Save it for me and I'll tend to it later," she smiled.
"Sure sis, see you later," I said and closed the door behind her.
God, I'm really in heaven now.
THE END
