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Caregivers
by Bigbob (bigbob@entouch.net)
***
Brother and sister find contentment in each other's
arms. (MF, inc, rom)
***
"She needs a diaper change. I can smell it."
"You want to change places? I'll change it after I
finish feeding her," she said somewhat indignantly.
"No, that's okay. I'll do it. You finish feeding her.
I never have gotten used to feeding her. Reminds me
too much of when she made me spoon feed you when you
were a baby." She gave me a half smile and continued
feeding Mom quarter spoon sized portions of yogurt.
Once the diaper had been changed and Mom settled into
her afternoon nap, the two of us collapsed onto the
living room couch.
"God, I hope this doesn't go on much longer," she said
softly, staring out the window.
"We're getting near the end. She's late stage now. You
having second thoughts about caring for her ourselves?
You saw what those Alzheimer's care facilities were
like, at least the ones we could afford."
"I know, I know. You're right. But it's already cost
us so much. Both of our marriages, and now the nearly
constant exhaustion."
"At least it's quiet now," I retorted. "Frank and
Sarah spent more time yelling at each other than they
did at us."
"Ain't that the truth," she replied sadly.
"Look Sis, tomorrow's your day off. Why don't you take
an extra day and rent a cabin by the lake and just lie
around and watch the swans on the water and sleep on
the back porch."
"No, that's alright Michael, that wouldn't be fair to
you. I care too much for you to take advantage like
that. Melinda and Patty have already made plans to
take me shopping and then to a movie and some dinner."
"Okay. Suit yourself."
***
I was awakened by a gentle tap on my shoulder.
"Hey, how was the movie?" I asked with a yawn.
"Chick flick. You wouldn't have liked it. You okay?"
she asked. "You look exhausted. It's a little late to
be doing laundry, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. It's been an interesting day." I
chuckled and shook my head for a moment before
continuing. "I was changing her diaper, she was wet,
and before I could get the new one on, she pooped on
the bed spread. And by the time I finally got her
clean again, there was poop everywhere, on my hands,
on my nose, on the bed spread, on some towels and some
wash clothes, on the floor. I've been doing laundry
ever since." She listened and smiled the whole time I
was talking and then laughed.
"Glad I missed it," she said, still giggling.
"It reminded me," now I was laughing and trying to
talk at the same time, and not doing very well at the
talking part. "It reminded me of the time when you
were about 2 and your diaper fell off and you smeared
poop all over your face and belly and the crib. Mom
had one of her migraines and I was supposed to be
watching you and she made me clean you up and clean
the crib. I wish I had a picture of the look on your
face when Mom first came in. It was one of those
classic `I didn't mean it Mommy' looks." We laughed
for several moments before finally calming down. She
was staring up at the ceiling.
"It's not fair that Mom left me the house in her will
but didn't leave you anything."
"It doesn't matter," I replied. "As soon as you start
showing signs of Alzheimer's, I can move right back
in. The house is already set up for it."
"Maybe I'll be the one who has to take care of you,"
she said with a giggle.
"That'll be the day. I'd like to see you try and lift
me from the bed to the wheelchair and back."
"I'll just have to hire a male nurse to help. A big,
hunky male nurse," she said with a devious smile.
"You need a big, hunky guy, one who will pick you up.
Or one who will lie on top of you." We grinned at each
other and were then quiet for a few minutes, both of
us probably thinking about how much we had given up to
care for Mom. At least that's what I was thinking.
"You okay?" she asked. "You need to talk about
anything?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm going to take another shower. I
still smell like poop, at least I think I do. And then
I'm going to bed."
"Okay. I'll check on Mom and then I'm going to bed
too. Good night, poop nose."
"See you in the morning, poop face," I retorted with a
grin.
***
Some light stroking of my back muscles woke me up. She
was lying beside me, still dressed. The window blinds
were open, allowing the moon light to stream in.
"You okay? Mom okay? Why are the blinds open?" I
muttered, still half asleep.
"It's okay. Mom's okay. I'm sorry, Michael. I felt bad
about leaving you with Mom and I was going to offer
you a back massage, but you had already fallen asleep
when I came in. And when I laid down beside you, I
guess I fell asleep too. I woke up a little while ago
and opened the blinds so I could watch you sleep." She
giggled for a moment. "I didn't know you slept naked,"
she whispered, running her finger tips across my bare
butt.
"I started doing that after Sarah and I got married,"
I replied, grinning and pulling the sheet back up.
"She didn't want my dick very often, but when she did,
she wanted it in a hurry, so I started sleeping nude."
"Frank didn't want me at all after we all moved in
with Mom," she whispered, almost on the verge of
tears, before composing herself. "I think he was
worried he might have to someday take care of me, like
we have to take care of Mom."
"Jerk," I whispered. She continued to gently stroke my
back muscles for a few minutes.
"Make love to me, Michael."
"What?"
"You heard me. Make love to me."
"That's incest."
"I know it's incest. But the only reason that's taboo
is to prevent birth defects. It's not like I'm going
to get pregnant or anything. I already went through
menopause. Make love to me. Please."
"You sure, Sis?"
"No, I'm not sure. But it's what I need, right now, at
this moment.
Please?"
I nodded and the two of us sat up. When she started to
unbutton her blouse, I gently grabbed her fingers.
"I'll do that," I whispered. She was giggling by the
time I had the buttons all undone, staring at my
rapidly rising dick.
"It's smaller than I remember," she said, still
giggling. She obviously noticed the confused look on
my face. "I saw you once, jacking off in your room,
when you were a junior or senior in high school."
"So, the more you dreamt about me, the bigger I got?
Nightmares or sweet dreams? These, however, are bigger
than I remember," cradling a breast in each hand,
having removed her blouse and bra, while gently
stroking my thumbs across each nipple.
"When did you see me naked?" she exclaimed.
"I don't know, Sis. You were maybe 12 or 13. I came
into the bathroom to take a piss and you were standing
in the shower, rubbing a bar of soap against your
clit. The water wasn't running, but you were all wet.
I was mesmerized. And surprised you didn't hear me
come in. I must have stood there watching for two or
three minutes before I realize what I was doing and
then turned and got the hell out of there before you
saw me."
"Oh my god!" she squealed as her eyes flew open. "I
remember that! That was my first time. The first time
I masturbated, the first time I had an orgasm. It was
a day or two after I saw you jacking off. Oh my god!"
She laid back and laughed, holding her hand over her
mouth to keep from waking Mom. Both of us had a good,
long laugh, something we hadn't done in quite some
time.
"You won't need soap to masturbate this time. I'm
going to do it for you," I said, still chuckling as I
removed her jeans and panties.
"Turn around so I can suck you at the same time," she
demanded, staring at my fully erect dick.
"Not yet," I replied, shaking my head. "We'll do that
for your third orgasm tonight, not your first."
"Third!"
"Yep, third. Spread your legs." I sat down in front of
her pussy and started gently tracing my fingertips
back and forth along her labia. "How's this for a
massage?" She answered with a low moan, raised her
knees up and spread her legs wider. Dragging my finger
tips from just above her asshole up to her clit over
and over again brought about repeated squirming and
moaning. She was no longer watching, but had her head
back and her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open,
gasping for air. Inserting my tongue into her vagina
after spreading her lips with my thumbs brought forth
even louder moans. A series of upward licks to her
clit and back to her pussy hole produced the desired
effect.
"Oh my god, oh my god," she whispered.
"You like that? Brace yourself. Here it comes." I
planted my lips around her clit and gently sucked in,
released and sucked in again. And again, and again.
There was a sharp yelp as her hips pressed up to meet
my mouth, followed by shudder after shudder, one wave
after another rolling through her body. I looked up
and smiled as she collapsed back onto the bed, her
heart and lungs still racing.
"Goddamn that was good," she blurted out.
"Flatterer."
"No really, I mean it. Frank never did that to me,"
she blurted out between breaths.
"Jerk," I muttered. "That's one. Ready for my little
dick?"
"I need to rest for a moment."
"Nope. Sorry, Sis. No rest for the weary."
"Oh Jesus," she muttered as I slipped in my dick all
the way up to my balls in a single, slow thrust.
Pressing hard against her clit with the top of my
shaft, I worked my dick slowly in and out. Another
orgasm was building in just a matter of moments as her
hips started gently squirming up and down and side to
side.
"That's it, let it come. Open your eyes a look at me.
And stop thinking about that hunky male nurse." We
smiled simultaneously at each other as her head went
back again, but her eyes still looking into mine.
Beads of sweat were forming on her breasts and face
and dripping off of mine onto her cheeks and neck.
After a few minutes of increasingly faster and harder
stroking of my dick against her clit, another wave of
spasms rolled through her body. As soon as her pussy
muscles clamped around my cock, her back arched upward
against my hips and my balls let loose with a flood of
cum. Miraculously, we were still staring at each other
when we collapsed back down and began to slowly
recover.
"Still want to do that 69?" she asked as I gently
stroked the hair on the side of her head, after softly
kissing her lips and cheeks.
"Could we put that off till tomorrow?" I whispered.
"Good idea. We're not the youngsters we used to be."
"Speak for yourself. I intend to live to be 100," I
replied, gently chuckling.
We lay quietly for several more minutes, softly
caressing and kissing each other. After rolling off to
her side, we continued to hold each other, slowly
stroking each other's back.
"Michael?"
"Hum?"
"When Mom dies, will you stay with me?" she asked in a
whisper. "Will you stay with me in the house? Stay
with me in my bed?"
"Yes. Yes I will. I love you Tracy. I will always be
there to take care of you." She squeezed me tightly,
before finally relaxing. I kissed her softly on the
forehead as she fell asleep. I soon followed.
END
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