A Call for Help

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“Oh, crap!!” He thought as he groggily woke up. “I thought it was just a cold, but now I feel REALLY terrible; must be a particularly vicious Flu.” Wobbly, he tried to get to his feet and realized that he was as weak as a kitten. He dragged himself to the bathroom to take a hot shower to see if it would make him feel any better. 5 minutes later, he felt worse.

He could feel that he had a fever and yet he was shivering. He was way out, up the coast, far from the nearest Hospital or Doctor.

Being out here seemed like such a good idea; relax, maybe write more of his new novel. Now he was screwed; getting weaker and sicker by the minute, he wondered what the best course of action was.

Way up in the middle of the Lost Coast of Mendocino was no place to be when illness hit; maybe he could call 911 and get an Ambulance up there? Naaaah. What if he only had a minor fever? Then he’d look like an idiot, and it would be prohibitively expensive. He could try calling his friends in San Francisco, but it would take them hours to get up there.

Then it hit him. His Sister was in Santa Rosa, studying to be a Doctor, he hadn’t seen her in years; maybe he could get her to come out and tend to him. He was 12 years older than her, and they hadn’t had much time together at home before he left at 23 years old, but he remembered her as a bright and precocious, pretty, and wiser than most girls her age. The last time he had seen her was as a slightly awkward 19-year -old; not filled out yet and a bit gangly. He slowly dialed her number.

“Sis, it’s your brother.”

“Darling! It’s great to hear your voice. I’ve missed you terribly! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Hmm. I hate to bother you, I’m sure you’re busy, but I’m stuck here in Mendocino, and I feel TERRIBLE. I think I have some horrendous Far Eastern Flu crap. Is there any chance that you could pop in and see me, maybe look after me for a day or two until I feel well enough to get to a Doctor or Hospital?”

“Sweetie, ABSOLUTELY!! I would LOVE to see you, even in your presently weakened state. Luckily I have a few days off work and no plans. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

She was excited. Like most younger sisters, she had always worshipped her older brother from afar; he always seemed to be doing interesting things. She couldn’t follow him because she was too young. He had been off on various adventures around the World, and she always missed his protective presence, especially since their Father had left them alone when she was only four years old. He was the de-facto Man of the house.

She remembered inviting a couple of her Girlfriends over to her house where they would secretly spy on her older brother. Shadowing him, watching him eat his lunch, splitting some firewood for their stove; stripping off his T-shirt, swinging the ax with powerful strokes. Her friends giggled and made comments about his abs, and about how powerful he looked.

Strangely, those comments made her jealous. He was HER brother; he belonged to HER. SHE was the one that loved and adored him, even if he hardly seemed to notice HER very much; and she didn’t want anyone else to have him!

She rolled up to the door of the pretty little rental cottage on the beach. She hadn’t had time to change out of her Doctor’s uniform; the usual white coat yes, but beneath she always made an effort to retain her femininity. A crisp white blouse with a slightly plunging neckline, a businesslike grey wool skirt, a pair of sheer black stockings and a pair of over the top black pumps with a 4″ heel. Underneath it all, some La Perla lingerie that was her little secret. She wanted to impress him, especially since she was all grown up now; no longer his “little” sister.

She knocked on the door. She heard some clumsy movements and a couple of crashes. Someone said “OW!!” a couple of times, and in due course, the door opened up. He looked like crap she realized; pale, sweating, shaking and rubbing his shin.

“YOU, mister, straight back to bed!! you look like death warmed Over!!”

She gently guided him towards his rumpled bed and helped him lie down.

“Ok. Let me take your temperature.”

She pulled out her Doctor’s bag of tricks and grabbed a thermometer.

“Come on, open wide and put this under your tongue.”

She was horrified when she took it out.

“103 degrees!! You are sick, what other symptoms are you having? I need to know, otherwise I HAVE to get you to a Hospital.”

“Well, it’s nothing. really.”

“Come on. Spit it out. WHAT’S nothing really?”

“It’s embarrassing; I can’t tell you.”

“For God’s sake, I’m a Doctor and your Sister, Of COURSE, you can tell me!”

“I can’t; I just can’t.”

“If you don’t tell me, I SWEAR I will pull down your undies and give you a SERIOUS spanking, I MEAN it!!”

Looking at her face, her brows knitted together in frustration, her lips drawn tight in disapproval, he realized that she was serious!! He kept his gaze on illegal bahis her, and it registered that he really hadn’t taken a good look at her since she came in the door. She had changed a great deal in the last 11 years; no longer the gawky 19-year-old. Here was a Woman, not a girl. Tall, probably 5’9″ or 5’10” in height. Her hair was not quite blond, not quite brunette, but somewhere in between; huge green eyes, gorgeous long lashes and a beautiful kissable set of lips.

“Whoa there buddy,” he thought to himself, “that’s your SISTER there.” Maybe the meds he had found in the bathroom cabinet were making him slightly loopy, he thought.

“Come on, what on EARTH could you be too embarrassed to tell me?” she said in an exasperated tone of voice.

“Oh, for God’s sake, I can’t go to the bathroom. I’ve tried and tried, but nothing; THERE, are you happy now?”

“Sweetie, that’s not good; how many days?”


“OK, we’ll have to do something about that then; if you’re going to get better, we have to deal with it.”

She disappeared into the bathroom with her bag. As she left him, he couldn’t help but notice the shapely figure of her ass, swaying side-to-side as she walked and the fact that she was wearing stockings with a seam down the back and a pair of VERY sexy heels.

“Get a grip; you CAN’T be thinking these thoughts about your OWN SISTER!! It’s definitely the meds.”

Sitting on the side of the clawfoot tub, She opened her Doctors bag.

“Poor guy,” she thought, “what can I do to help him feel better?”

She remembered from her childhood that on occasion, she had the same problem and her Mother had solved it by giving her an enema to relieve her discomfort; “that’s it,” she thought, “now how do I persuade him that it’s in his best interests; he was so shy and embarrassed about telling me about it, maybe something to relax him might do the trick.”

He raised his head off the pillow when he heard her returning. The sound her stockings made as they rubbed together. Her thighs were brushing each other with every step. “Jesus!! she’s INCREDIBLY gorgeous,” he thought; slim waist, a full 34 C cup, her lips pink and moist. “I have GOT to stop this; it’s just not right, she’s my little sister; innocent and COMPLETELY out of bounds.”

“Here, take these pills; they’ll make you feel better, a bit spacy, but better,” she said. He gulped them down with some Gatorade she had brought.

“OK. get up and come with me to the bathroom,” she said in a low, quiet voice.

She took his arm and led him on increasingly unsteady legs towards the bathroom. Once there, the drugs had taken almost full effect. A couple of tranquilizers to calm him down and a couple of muscle relaxants to help with what was to come; those combined with the Vicodin would make him easier to deal with. She sat him on the side of the clawfoot tub and started to help him off with his clothes.

“What the hell,” was the clouded thought that went through his mind. “Whatever she gave me is certainly working; I feel relaxed and high, all at the same time, why is she taking off my T-shirt?”

She slowly inched his shirt over his head. Once it was off, she got a better look at him. He wasn’t as buff as he had once been, but he still had nice big biceps and beefy shoulders.

She remembered a time when she was younger. He had been taking a shower and had left the door open. Her curiosity had got the better of her, and she just HAD to take a peek. She had never seen a Man completely naked before, and seeing her brother in the shower, lathering his body, running his hands over his taut stomach made her stomach feel all tickly.

As she watched, he had slowly taken his time to clean his cock, peeling back his foreskin to wash underneath. While he handled himself, she had seen his member grow, swell and harden. His cockhead turned a dark reddish purple color. She remembered blushing as she watched, unable to tear her gaze away from his now fully erect cock. How she wished she could touch it, wrap her hand around it, maybe even kiss that big purple head.

She had sneaked back into her bedroom and under her duvet had furiously, fervently plunged her fingers inside her virgin pussy, traced her now wet lips with her fingers, finding her little swollen clitoris, she had masturbated to the image of her brother’s huge cock, coming in big spasms, arching her back as her body was wracked by a shattering orgasm.

She snapped herself out of her flashback. Time to concentrate on the task at hand, she thought.

He was very wobbly, having trouble balancing now, but she managed to get his jeans off; next his underpants.

He stood there in front of her, her big brother, naked and exposed. WOW!! She didn’t remember his cock being quite as big as it was; “quite delicious,” she thought to herself. Uncircumcised, great shape and color; but enough of that. She needed to help him with his “problem.”

“Ok, sweetie. I need you to get down on your hands illegal bahis siteleri and knees and get comfortable.”

In his almost stoned state, he wondered why she needed him down on his knees.

“What on EARTH do you want me down here for?” he asked her.

“I know this might be a bit embarrassing sweetie, but I’m going to have to give you an enema.”

“WHAT!!. No way, Sis, I’m NOT letting you do that to me; there has to be a better way; drugs? Something?”

“Look, sweetie, I’m a grown Woman AND a Doctor, it’s the best and quickest way to help you.”

In his fevered mind, he realized that he needed to listen to her, she WAS a Doctor after all; this was nothing but her professional advice.

“Oh God, I guess if it’s necessary, then go ahead” he muttered.”

She reached into her bag and took out her enema equipment. Quite often she needed to use it on pregnant Women who frequently ended up with the same problem her brother now had.

He watched her take out a red water bottle looking thing, some tubing and a pink, slightly curved nozzle of some type, it was about 1″ in diameter, and had a very bulbous tip.

“Jesus! That looks a bit strange. What the hell is she going to do to me with THAT setup,” he wondered.

She ran the water in the sink until it was warm and she added some water and a white powder from a packet she had opened into the red bag. She hung the bag from the shower curtain rail and attached the tubing to it. Lastly, she grabbed the curved pink nozzle and liberally coated it with some baby oil that she had retrieved from her bag of tricks.

He watched her deliberately assembling her “apparatus” with trepidation. When she started covering the nozzle with the baby oil, he realized why he was so unsettled; the damn thing looked like a big pink cock!! The way she was expertly coating the nozzle with the baby oil, her hands stroking up and down its length, smearing the oil all over it, twisting her hands around its girth.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he thought “I am watching my sister basically masturbate an oily dildo that she’s about to put inside me. There’s something TERRIBLY wrong about this.” The Vicodin and muscle relaxants were kicking in heavily now. his brain conjured up various disturbing images of what his sister was about to do to him. He felt queasy, and on edge, his opiate addled mind was now producing small hallucinations.

She was ready now. Her brother on all fours in front of her; vulnerable and under her instruction. She felt a strange sense of power come over her. He was woozy from the drugs and trusting her to help him. She could almost get away with anything she realized; this COULD be fun if it were played right she thought.

Her feelings for him had always been overwhelming. When she was younger, her love and affection had been reserved almost entirely for him. She had imagined night after night in her dreams, that she would one day marry him, have babies with him. She knew it was wrong for her to feel that way; having “those” types of feeling for her brother were against all the laws of nature and society, but she didn’t care. Even after her therapist had tried steering her away from those thoughts, she still lay awake in her bed at nights; a sister who was in love with her older brother.

After the episode where she had watched him in the shower, she had tried to get more glimpses of him whenever she could. She would follow him at a distance while he walked in the woods, she had caught him peeing in a bush one day and was again mesmerized by the sight of him holding that delicious cock of his. The way the foreskin was partially pulled over the helmet of his cock; watching him from behind the bushes, she had thrust her fingers down the front of her panties and played with her little pink clit as her eyes drank in the sight of her handsome brother’s cock right in front of her.

Bringing herself back to the present, she realized that in his now drugged, fevered state, her brother probably wouldn’t remember much of what was going on. Her mind made up, she decided on a plan.

She got down beside him on the mat beside the clawfoot tub and brought her face next to his.

“Sweetie.” “I’m going to start now, ok? be brave and don’t make a fuss, it will be over soon.”

She applied some baby oil to her index and middle finger and slowly started to massage around his anus. his head jerked upwards when he felt her touch him.

“What a strange sensation,” he thought.

Her finger slowly kept massaging around his tight hole. Easing slowly inside the ring of his anus, she slowly and carefully inserted more and more of her index finger. He gasped as her greased finger slipped inside his most intimate place.

She probed deeper now; he was making a low sighing noise as she felt her finger being accepted by him. He wasn’t fighting it anymore. She with withdrew her index finger and added more baby oil to her hand; now for the second finger.

He was canlı bahis siteleri really fuzzy now. The drugs were making it hard to separate reality from his hallucinations. His sister had him writhing around under her ministrations. She now had two fingers buried in his ass; twisting inside him, filling him up, stretching his anus around her probing, thrusting digits.

The intensity of what he was feeling was overwhelming. The pressure of her fingers was concentrating on his prostate! He had never felt anything like it.

His unconscious mind was taking over, helped by the opiate high he was experiencing. He realized that his cock was throbbing, erect and harder than it had EVER been in his entire life. The exquisite torture of his sister’s invading fingers in his ass had brought him almost to the point of exploding.

As she continued preparing him for the nozzle, she realized that he had begun to thrust his ass up into the air; meeting her forceful probing, by rocking backward as if he wanted more. She slowly removed her fingers she, grasped the nozzle by its base and leaned forward. She looked into his eyes, the pupils now a pinprick as the drugs had taken hold.

“Baby, you’re ready now; just do what I tell you, and everything will be fine, just be a good boy for your little sister.”

She slowly positioned the bulbous pink head of the nozzle at his entrance. After her invasion and preparation of his ass, his anus was pink, smooth and shiny, slick with baby oil. She pressed the head of the nozzle firmly against his sphincter; he widened to accept this new intruder. She marveled at the sight before her; her brother’s virgin asshole spread before her, at her mercy to do with as she pleased.

He was fully in the grasp of his hallucinatory dreamscape now; nothing was real. He felt warm, happy and contented. his little sister was looking after him now and he would do anything she told him to, after all, she was a Doctor, and she loved him. He HAD to trust her.

He felt something MUCH bigger than her fingers nudging his rear portal, colder than her fingers had been. He sensed her pushing gently and felt his anus stretch to accommodate. She pushed a bit harder; he felt like he couldn’t take anymore. There was no way the nozzle was going to fit.; he momentarily started to panic, but his sister placed her hand in the small of his back as if to comfort him.

“Ok sweetie, I know this is difficult, but you HAVE to relax, you need to help your little sister to help you.”

One final thrust and she watched his asshole flare over the monstrous head of the pink nozzle.

His eyes flew open; his pupils widened. The momentary flash of pain caused him to inhale sharply; he thought his anus would tear, but once the bulbous tip was inside him, the discomfort was gone, replaced with a feeling of calm.

She watched the head of the nozzle disappear inside his ass. It was almost as if it had been greedily “sucked” inside him. He was gasping and moaning now, his head cradled in the crook of his elbow, his eyes hidden from her gaze.

She gently started to thrust the pink nozzle inside him. Only an inch or two at first, slowly in and out, twisting it as she penetrated him, then more. Eventually, she watched herself fucking him deeply with the implement.

“Oh, my!” she thought. The sight of her beloved brother kneeling before her, his body shaking with the intensity of the experience, his beautiful ass, hers for the taking; she was incredibly turned on. Her pussy wet, her clit hard, rubbing against the silk of her La Perla underwear, she was overcome with the need to touch his now fully erect cock.

“First things first though, she reasoned.” She stopped the pistoning motion of the nozzle in his ass and slowly turned the valve on the enema equipment. The mixture in the bag slowly started to fill him.

He didn’t know if he was dreaming or not, all he knew was that the sensations coming from his anus as his sister was “positioning” the nozzle were too much for him to bear. When the mixture of water and the mysterious white powder started flowing into his bowels, he felt an incredible surge of pressure. The feelings of extreme pleasure he had been experiencing from his sister’s anal intrusion, were replaced with warmth and fullness as more fluid filled him up. Soon he felt full, and he was uncomfortably positioned bent over on the floor like this.

“PLEASE Sis, no more. I can’t take it!!” he groaned.

“Stop being a baby; this will get everything moving again and clean you out. when it’s over, you will be thanking me.”

She reached over and closed the valve.

“Ok, sweetie, I want you to get up and sit on the edge of the bathtub. You HAVE to hold it all in for 5 minutes for it to work.”

Keeping it all inside was killing him. He started trembling and sweating profusely with the effort it took. It might have been the longest 5 minutes of his life.

“NOW you can sit on the toilet and let nature take its course,” she told him.

“I can’t go with you watching me Sis. you have to leave the room.”

“Don’t be a silly boy. I have to monitor you to see if the treatment is working, it’s perfectly normal for a Doctor to observe their patients.”

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