Helping my sister

    I had not heard from my sister in a few days, and I was a little concerned.  She called me and we talked almost every day, and we hung out about three times a week when our work schedules allowed for it.  We would usually hang out Friday nights at a bar, getting stupidly drunk.  This usually ended with her throwing up outside my car, and me holding her as various hues only vomit can have came pouring out of her mouth.  She was twenty-one and just learning about the world, so I, being eight years older, felt a bit overly protective of her.  She was naive, and a bit ditsy, believing the stupid stuff she would read or her friends would tell her.  She was in the organic food craze, which she certainly could not afford, but it made her happy, so who was I to argue.     I finally broke down and gave her a call, to see if she was okay.  She greeted the phone in a pained voice, “Hello?”Instantly concerned, I asked “April, are you alright?”    “No….”    “What’s wrong? What happened?”  The concern in my voice was not hidden.    “I fell down at work.  I was going down the stairs to fast and my foot slipped on some water, and I went flying, landing on my tailbone.  The doctors said it was cracked.”    “Holy shit … do you need help?”    “Actually, I need to go to the therapist…. can you give me a ride?”    “Yeah, of course…”     Well, long story short, she would go to the therapist three times a week, but because of the location of the injury, they would not massage where they needed to, so the swelling never went away.  She told me that they would massage above the area, but the injury was located at the start of the crack of her butt.  Even though she told them repeatedly they can massage down where they need to, they never did.  During this time, I would help her every day, as she could barely sleep, let alone do stuff like get dressed.  She could not bend down, sitting was agony for her, and laying down required an intricate arrangement of pillows.  One time I came over to help her to the doctor’s office, and she was not yet dressed.  It was a one room apartment, and her living room served as the bedroom.  I stayed in the hallway while she was struggling, and I could hear her stifle her exclamations of pain.    “April, do you need any help?”    “I just need to put my pants on ….”  I could tell that she was crying a little bit from the sound of her voice.    “I can hear you crying April … let me help you, please?”    istanbul travesti She thought about it, and I heard her stifle another groan, probably trying one last time to bend down enough to put on her pants.  She finally said after a few moments, “alright ….”    I came around the corner into the room, and saw that she was sitting there in her pajama top, she had managed to take off her bottom, which was lying a little off from her bare feet on the floor, and was standing there in her panties.  She had beautiful legs, in my opinion.  She actually was a beautiful girl, with a cute face, and the most gorgeous long straight black hair.  I walked up to her, and gently wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug, and wiped away the tear that was on her cheek.  She looked me in the eye, then looked down, and said softly “Thanks, Mike …”    I took the sweat pants from her hands, and knelt down.  She put her hands on my shoulders to stabilize herself as she put her feet into the pants legs.  I moved the fabric up until her foot was through, and then we did the same for her other foot.  I then pulled the pants up over her legs and gently put it around her waist, making sure the waist band did not put any pressure on her injury.    “Where are your socks?” I asked her.  She pointed at a laundry basket, and I fetched out two matching socks.  We then repeated the same process, her balancing herself on my shoulders as I put the socks on her feet.    “Can you help me with my shirt too?”    “Yeah of course.”  I was a bit confused why she would need help with that, but then I realized as all her clothes were in the laundry basket, she could not bend down to pick them up.    She started to take her shirt off, and I could tell that something about the way she was raising her arms made her back hurt too.  So I took the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head, when I realized she was not wearing a bra.  I looked at her bare breasts for the first time in my life, admiring their beauty as my heart leapt in my chest.  This really was not something I should see.  I bashfully turned away when her shirt was off, and she covered herself with her arms.    “My bra is over there…” she pointed on the floor near her bed.  I went over and grabbed it, and went to hand it to her, when she stretched out her arms, exposing her breasts to me again, wanting me to put it on her.  I obliged, putting the bra straps on istanbul travestileri her shoulders, and then she turned around so I could hook it in the back.  I picked up a shirt from the basket, and helped her put it on.  She then turned and looked at me, emotion in her eyes, and she hugged me tight.  I hugged her back and kissed her cheek.    “its okay sis, you’ll get better.”    “Thank you, Mike… you’re too good to me. I don’t deserve a brother like you.”    “Stop it… C’mon , lets get your shoes on.”    I helped her with her sneakers, thankfully the laces were already ties and I just needed to slip them on.  I never manged to figure out how to tie laces from the front.     I helped her down the stairs, since she was unfortunate enough to live above a business, and helped ease her into my car.  I had set the car seat back, and set up a blanket like a donut, and she would put her injured tailbone in the hole it made.  I drove her to the doctor’s office, and sat waiting for her in the waiting room.  I thought about what had happened earlier, seeing her naked torso, and the beauty of her breasts.  I started to feel my penis stir in my pants.  I could not stop thinking about it, when before I knew she came out.  I stood up and walked over to her, forgetting instantly about the thoughts I should not be having, and asked her what the doctor said.    “He said that the swelling is still there.  I could have told him that.  Ugh I hate this, why did this have to happen to me.”    “Hey don’t worry, you’ll get better.”  We were walking out of the office back towards the car.    “Yeah, when? And how?  Those idiots at the clinic don’t even massage where they are suppose to.”    I helped her into the car, and got in myself, and we drove to the appointment she had with the afore mentioned clinic.  She went in, I waited in the car listening to music and smoking.  Once again my thoughts turned to the events earlier in the day.  My erection grew and ached in my pants, and for a half hour I struggled with it.  Just as I started to rub myself a little bit my sister came out, looking annoyed.  I got out and helped her once again into my car.  I asked “so what happened?”    “I told them that the doctor said the swelling is the same, and that I really want them to massage where they should.  That what they are doing is not helping.  They said they are not allowed to massage that far down, because they are afraid travesti istanbul of malpractice or some shit like that.”    I got pissed at that.  “Man, that is bullshit.  What kind of place are they that no longer help people because they are afraid someone might claim that shit.  You’re injured on your tailbone, not your lower back.  That is what they should be massaging.”    She was angry, but now grew depressed, and said to me “Just … lets just go back home.  I just wanna take a nap.”    I drove home, being careful not to hit any potholes.  I parked my car in the street in front of her door, and helped out, and making sure my car was locked, helped her upstairs.    “I have to pee….”  She went into the bathroom and closed the door.  It was adjacent to the hallway, so as I waited for her outside, I heard her cry out a little bit as she must have sat down.  I knew she was going to need help putting her pants back on, or struggle in pain, so I timidly ventured and asked “Lets kill two birds with one stone, and lemme help you take your pants off, that way you don’t have to bother with pulling up your pants.”    She thought a moment, and then said okay.  I opened the door slowly, and walked up to her on the toilet.  I knelt down beside her, trying not to pay attention to the fact that her pussy was exposed right now.  Thankfully I was at the side of her, and would not have been able to see her vagina if I tried.  I slipped off her sneakers, and then pulled her sweat pants off.  The way she moved her legs to help me, her panties, originally at her knees, ended up going down to her ankles.  she did not pay them any mind, and lifted her arms to me so I could help her up.  I helped her up, and she turned to me.  I knelt back down, and got a full view of her shaved pussy, the lips soft and puffy, hiding everything inside, just a simple adorable cute slit going down.  I quickly averted my eyes to her feet, and pulled her panties up, catching a glimpse of her flower one last time.    I led her into the living room, where she started to take her shirt off.  I helped her out, and then she turned around so I could do her bra.  I unfastened it, and she let it drop, and turned around covering her breasts with her arms.  She was standing there in nothing but her socks and panties, and I couldn’t help but feel my penis stir and grow.  She put her arms out so I could put the shirt on her, her large breasts hanging fully loose and exposed.  I noticed that her nipples were a bit erect, undoubtedly from the cool air, as I put her shirt on.  I then grabbed her pajama bottom, knelt in front of her, and after she balanced herself on my shoulders helped her into them.     I eased her onto the twin sized bed.