Christy's Accident Part 1 of 2 (Mf/F, Bro/Sis) We were horrified when we learned that Christy had met with an accident. Just after the Spring break, she had gone dirt biking with her boyfriend, Scott and he had lost control of the bike, causing it to topple on Christy. Although Christy survived with a head injury, bruises, cuts and several broken bones, Scott died at the scene when he was thrown off from the bike and hit his head against a boulder. What more was, that Christy didn�t regain her consciousness after the accident, we were informed by the hospital. We were devastated by the news. Mom and dad caught the first available flight to the town that she was hospitalized, which was good four hundred miles south, along with Scott�s family who went to claim his body. Since Christy and Scott were sweethearts from their high school days, back when Scott was a star football player and Christy was a cheerleader, parents of two families have had a close relationship going back for years. Mom and dad remain with Christy, staying at a motel close to the hospital, since she did not gain full consciousness for several days. Even after she gained some level of consciousness, doctors decided against transferring her to a hospital in a nearby town due to the condition that she was in. When they finally approved the transfer, it was good three weeks after the accident. We were ecstatic when the doctors at the local hospital informed us that she was recovering from physical injuries that she sustain from the accident faster than expected. While Christy�s broken ribs, fractures on her left leg and other injuries were healing, her mental condition remained somewhat of a mystery. While she was aware of her surroundings and presents of others almost always, doctors diagnosed her with dissociative identity disorder. At one moment, she could be totally normal and behave as such. Then without a warning, she would float from being able to recognize people and talk to them normally to a not being able to recognize them or recognize them according to her thoughts at the moment. When Christy wasn�t hallucinating in her blackouts, she was totally normal, but she had no recollection of what she did or said when she was hallucinating, sometimes just moments earlier. About six weeks after, she was discharged from the hospital and sent to a care home for recovery. It was full three weeks after that doctors thought that her trauma that was related to her mental condition was well enough to her to go home, although, she still went from being normal to someone who didn�t quite recognize others including the family members and still had some difficulty moving around. However, she was aware of her needs and was self-sufficient for some extent. For instance, she knew when she was hungry and knew when she had to use the bathroom, even when she couldn�t remember her name or others names. Once the food is served, she was able to help herself to it, likewise once she was guided to the bathroom, she could do her business there, even if, mom gave her a tub bath every evening and one of us helped her to the bathroom for other businesses. My summer vacation had just began at the time and I was home having graduated from the high school, eagerly waiting for the start of my university life when Christy was brought home. Mom took another week off to care for my sister, while still looking for a caregiver for a reasonable sum that they could afford. During which, I spent quite a bit of time with Christy, whether she acted normal or not, helping mom with all that I could. Christy had a standing doctor�s appointment once a week and her nurse came three times a week. On the same days that nurse came, physical therapist also came to visit her and she typically took Christy into the spa in the back porch for aquatic therapy, as we were still looking for a caregiver and mom was home without pay. Since the doctor recommended aquatic therapy, parents even had an above ground spa installed in the back, trying to do the utmost that they could to have their daughter back to being normal. They vowed to do so to their sweet girl who was the states miss teen, high school homecoming queen, head cheer leader and above all, the girl one day wanted to be a chemist. Meanwhile, as mom and dad had lost too much time from work, they opted to pay out of pocket take Christy to the care center during the day till they could find a qualified care giver who can stay at home while they worked. One day, when the physical therapist left, Christy was as normal as she could be. She wrapped herself in a beach towel and sat in the warm sun, chatting with us. And then instantly she changed her personality, going into a traumatic blackout. She mumbled few words, looked in the direction of the spa and swiftly tried to limp towards it, dragging mom behind her. Then she insisted on going into it right away. Mom was not dressed to go in to it with her and she struggled to talk Christy out of it every way she knew how, but Christy didn�t want no for an answer. Since Christy was so insistent, I took her hand, help her sit on a patio chair, removed her shoes and walked her to the spa and up the stairs. Then went in the water and took her in and let her sit. She laughed hysterically like a little girl. After five minutes or so, when I took her hand to help her out, she didn�t fuss. I carried her couple of steps down, not wanting her to fall and when I sat her down, she immediately leaned against me and kissed my lips in a swift move and said; �Thank you Scott. I know you still love me� I was shocked and I saw mom�s face and she appeared to be in shock as well. It wasn�t the kiss that shocked us both. It was Christy still remembering Scott and mistaking me for Scott. Furthermore, it was the first time that anyone of us had heard her mention her past away lover by s name. That weekend, I spend quite bit of time with my sister, whether she was acting as herself and normal or not, chatting when she was responsive, watching TV and help her get around the house. Seemingly, she enjoyed hanging around with me, which didn�t surprise anyone, since we always had a close relationship. What surprised mom and dad was, how responsive she became to me. Dad brought up the topic first after Sunday�s dinner and mom was hesitant at first, but nevertheless, she decided to give a try leaving Christy with me on weekdays. With insurance benefits rapidly depleting and caregivers wanting an arm and a leg, I wasn�t shock, but under the circumstances, I had agree to give it a go, knowing it would relive my parents of a huge financial burden. When they discussed their decision with Christy�s doctor, he liked the idea of keeping Christy around home surrounding and had said that could even speed up her trauma related mental condition. Although doctors were still trying to determine if there was a relationship between her mental condition and physical condition that affected her mobility, keeping her in home environment came highly recommended. Arrangements were soon made to have a nurse and physical therapist to visit Christy at home three times a week. In addition, we had a nurse line to call when needed and mom�s work was only 30 minute drive from home. First couple of days that I tended for Christy, mom worked short days to ensure that all went well. After that, she started getting up early to get Christy ready before going to work and my only tasks were to stay with her, serve her lunch and help her to the bathroom or wherever she wanted to go inside the house. I was asked to keep all visitors, except for caregivers out and keep all door and windows locked, to prevent Christy escaping to wander around alone. First day alone with Christy was uneventful. She was her normal self in the morning. We chatted just as we used to do, but never talked about her accident or Scott, even though she was fully aware that something had happened to limit her motion. Then after lunch while we were watching TV together, her eyes went unfocused from the screen and she kept staring at the wall, almost as a statue. I helped her up from the couch and guided her to the bedroom. As she lay on bed, she looked very carefully at me, caressed my face, smiled like a child and asked; �Do you still love me Scott?� I was dumbfounded. I struggled looking at her face and finally said �Yes� before I handed her medicine and water. By the following week, I knew enough to know that she can turn on and off her personality just like a light switch, especially when she was alone with me. I also knew that as she switched back and forth, she just couldn�t remember anything that happened at all, as her memories were isolated to two different worlds. But when she was in a blackout, hallucinating, it normally took hours before she slowly became herself again. Given that mom applied ointment on her knee and surrounding areas every morning and evening, mom asked me to do the same at least once during the day, I didn�t refuse, but I felt it to be degrading for a brother to do for his sister. But given her condition, I began to apply the stuff daily after our lunch while we sat to watch TV. Very first time smearing oil over her leg and rubbing felt somewhat weird, especially when I noticed her inner thighs between her legs. Then I also noticed how nice my sister�s legs were, even though I have seen them thousands of time before, having them on my lap, while smearing oil and rubbing they looked absolutely different. She had very nice legs. When I said very nice, I meant every inch of her legs, her calves, thighs, ankle, feet and even toes looked flawless if not for the scar around one knee. Her upper legs were really great shape and I could see toning on the outer quads and on the inner and upper parts of the legs. Up until then, her legs were just her legs and I never saw anything extraordinarily about them. That day, I felt her heel on the other foot moving gently over my crotch, but I discounted it as she may have wiggled a bit in response to my rubbing. But when it happened again and again, I knew it was bit more than a wiggle, especially when she was getting progressively more aggressive. I assumed that she was not normal and wasn�t in control of herself to know what she was doing at the time. Initially, I behaved as a professional caregiver, not trying to get myself all aroused and all, but as this went on, I secretly began to enjoy it, although I kept asking Christy to stop wiggling her heel on me. One afternoon, I took her to the living room, sat her on the couch to watch TV, after her giving her medications. Christy surfed channels somewhat monotonously, and then asked me to bring the ointment to rub and massage over her scars. I could have given the bottle to her, but knowing that she couldn�t apply the ointment, I sat at the other end of the couch, lifting her legs carefully and placed them over my lap. I went on applying the ointment on her calf and side of her leg, just above her knee. Christy let her feet loosely lay on my lap, smiling and thanking Scott (not me) for helping her. As I went on, her eyes became dimmed as she was going to fall asleep, but she put her arm against the headrest, bent her right knee and started rubbing where my cock was with her foot, slowly. I noticed her change right away. �You always liked when I did this to you, right Scott?� she murmured looking at me with her half closed eyes. I was stunned at first. I still had her left leg lifted up in my hands, rubbing her scare with oil. I just didn�t know what to do. I knew that she was hallucinating and no longer saw me as her brother Randy. But here she was rubbing my crotch with her foot in an erotic fashion. Figuring Christy would stop rubbing my crotch soon, again I paid attention to applying oil and rubbing down her scars, but her rubbing only became more intense and deliberate enough to stir my cock. I glanced at her glorious high arched, smooth wrinkled sole with pink skin glistened side along the length of foot that caressed my crotch as base of her toes moved up and down, feeling unknown guilt, but I was clueless as to what to do. Only thing that I knew was that she was getting my cock to rise, tenting under my pants. �I know you like me playing footsie right Scott? Why are you still keeping your dick inside? Don�t you like my feet anymore� she whined as my cock pulsed. Ignoring Christy�s comments, I took more oil in my hand and applied them on her outer thigh, which was visible. My sister sighed and then bent her knee down, placing it to join her other foot that rubbed my crotch. �Take it out. I want to feel it� she said widening her eyes. By that time, I was fully hard and my cock was aching being in the confinement of my pants. I stared at her as I reached further up her thigh, showing that I was treating her medically, but she stared and smiled. �Get it out Scott� she said again lifting her chin up to gesture. My heart thump, my cock throb, and I did the unthinkable. Even now, I have no idea how I got the courage to unzip my pants and let my cock out. Knowing what she was up to, I applied oil on her feet and checked her face. Christy smiled, lewdly when she saw my boner. Then her smoothest, sexiest toes and soles which just relented to every vein and ridge of my hard cock swiftly, letting me have the pleasure that only Scott may have enjoyed. I watched, open-mouthed as my sister�s beautiful bare feet slid up and down my hard cock, giving me shivers and causing my butt to rise and fall back to the couch involuntarily. Unable to hide my excitement, I sighed and groaned, massaging her thighs, even becoming bold enough to reach as far as the V of her thighs, but refrain from touching her pussy. My sister intensified the tempo with her left foot, using her injured right foot to press my cock against, smiling from a corner of her mouth and staring at me with a strange look on her face. Although, it was a very short time, it was more pleasurable than I anticipated. Knowing my big sisters feet were masturbating me definitely added an extraordinary feeling which caused my cock to jerk like never before. And then I shudder as my engorged member intermittently squirting semen all over the tops of her ivory feet. I sighed in relief and she gave me a naughty smile, before falling asleep right there. That evening when she became normal, she acted as she had no recollection of what she did with her feet at all. Strangely enough I felt as someone in Christy�s body rubbed my dick with her feet than my sister Christy. The next incident happened very next day. Again my sister acted normal through the morning. Then suddenly she decided that she wanted to go into the spa to do her exercises. During last few weeks, either mom or the therapist were the only once to take her into the spa, but when I asked her to wait till mom got home, she acted as she didn�t hear and kept looking for a way to open the back door. I finally gave in and opened the door and took her to the spa. It didn�t occur to me at the time that she needed her swim suite to be in the spa until she dropped the lose sundress to the floor by pulling shoulder straps, standing before me in her white undies and a bra. I sighed seeing trouble written all over, but couldn�t stop my eyes from gazing over her gorgeous body. Having seen her many times in bikinis, I just couldn�t grasp why she looked sexier in undies and a bra, but she certainly did look stunning. �Take me in� she demanded pointing to the spa. Not wanting to go in with denim pants that I had on, I swiftly removed them and helped her into the water, even though I knew she was not together mentally, turned on the heater and jets before helping her into the water. The water wasn�t as cold as I expected, but was not too cold. I clearly saw Christy shiver as she entered the water and again as she sat, but she didn�t complain at first. She acted as she wasn�t bothered by the water temperature and began to exercise her leg, raising it just above water and back down. I just couldn�t help, but smile seeing her trying to exercise, overcoming the coldness of water and the pain that it may have caused, trying to straighten her leg and raise it at the same time. �It�s not funny Scott� she said looking very normal. She smiled parting her lips and winked looking right at me. If she hadn�t called me by Scott, I would have thought that she came out of her delusional state that she was in when she entered the spa, but that wasn�t the case. �Stop laughing and come and hold me, please. I am cold� she hummed. She wasn�t kidding. The water was cold enough, although it was rapidly being warmed by the heater. I bowed my back, reaching around her neck and moved forward pressing my chest against hers, hoping to give her some comfort. �Not like that Scott� she purred. �Let me sit on you and then you can hold me like the way you had your friend Bernie hold me when we were in Colorado� she said mocking her face. I was clueless about what she said, but not wanting the situation to get out of hand, I thought the best thing that I could do was to sit and let her sit on my lap as she wanted. No sooner she sat, I wrapped my arms around her, just under her cushy breasts to keep her warm, yes in the water. �You dared me to grind my butt on his dick that day. Did you really wanted to see me doing that? Tell me Scott, did you wanted me to fuck your friend or did you guys wanted to swap girls?� My sister asked catching me off-guard. Having thought of Christy as an innocent, yet stunning beauty, I just couldn�t believe my ears that I was actually hearing my sister had grinded her butt on her former boyfriends, friends dick while they were in a spa. Thinking again, I decided to play along and said; �No Christy, it was just a joke� �Oh� that�s what I thought. I know you always liked it when I teased you with my butt, isn�t that right Scott� she asked in a very seductive voice. �Yes� I hesitated as I felt my sister�s butt moving slowly in rotary motion over my lap. After the last incident that she gave me a foot job, I knew that I had nothing to worry about what she was doing, but it certainly felt awkward having my sister trying to stir up my manhood with her moon of a butt. As my cock began to respond to her butt, I grinded my teeth and held her firmly, cuddling her even closer. When water was warmed up, so did my cock. It was now poking my sister butt crack, but she went at it best she could, rubbing it with her butt covered with thin fabric. I contemplated with taking my cock out and sticking it under her undies for better traction and comfort, but refrained from initiating any action from my part. Enjoyable as it was, I only stopped knowing few more minutes of pleasurable torture would definitely have me ejaculating inside the spa. �Why don�t you do your exercises now? It is almost time for lunch� I said reluctantly, getting my sister off my lap. I stood up at the center, took her foot and moved it just as I had seen mom and the therapist do. I only had to hold her foot and let her bend her knee, move her leg and so on, without much effort from my part. Then, her other foot loosen up. First I thought that my pubic bumped against her knee or a Jetstream hit the area. But when toes on her foot that I wasn�t holding hooked on the waist band of my underwear, I immediately knew what was in my sister�s mind. Needless to say that she didn�t have much difficulty forcing the front of my underwear down far enough to push her toes inside, since by that time, my hard-on had subsided considerably. I gasped, held her foot in hand and debated if I should just take her inside or let her have her way. After a quick moment, I resolved to stay being certain that she would forget everything when she comes back to her senses. �Come to me Scott� she gestured with her index finger trying to get her toes under my scrotum. I slowly lowered her foot that I had in hand and the same time, she removed her other foot from my underwear, sensing that I was trying to obliged. How could I not. I was hard again to the touch of her soft toes rubbing my cock in the water? She was waiting for me with a mischievous smile when I stepped up and stood between her parted knees. Then, without any hesitation what so ever, her hands straightly went to my cock, lowering my underwear to size what she intended to, that was my cock. �Gee Scott! You are all hard for me, aren�t you? Hope your football buddies aren�t around to catch us� she chuckled looking up as she held my cock with both hands. Christy then began stroking her delicate fingertips up and down the length of my body, teasing me with one hand, while she squeezed my cock with the other making a ring around it with her fingers. Her fingertips were magically delicious and soft as rose peddles and warm. After a brief teasing, her hands traveled up my legs, from my knees to my hips. "I missed your cock!" She cooed. Then Christy slowly, agonizingly, moved all ten of her beautiful fingertips to the shaft of my cock, all reaching it at exactly the same moment. My sister Christy then held at the base of my pulsing cock, and slowly slid them upwards toward the tip. When she reached the head of my cock, she twirled them around in a circle around the crown of my fat purple cock-head. I was in heaven. After few turns around the head, her hands went back down the shaft again with all of her fingers. Her beautiful fingertips went up and down my shaft, over and over, swirling around the rim of the head on each upstroke, and just as quickly returning to the base each time. I squirmed in delicious agony, my buttocks tightened while mouth opened wide. My breathing was heavy and labored and I grunted and howled like an animal as I shot my load into the warm water. Christy laughed heretically washing my cock with spa water before I helped her out and inside. Once I helped her dry her off with a pool towel and helped her change, marveling her breasts and hairy pussy that I got to see briefly, I laid her down for a quick nap. That day, she remained under the assumed personality till late into the evening. During the next few days, I had several encounters with my sister. I began to get bolder and bolder when I knew her condition at any given moment. And Christy seemingly thought that she was unable to please Scott any other way than giving a foot massage or a hand job. When the conditions were right, I began to apply the vitamin E oil not only on her scars, everywhere on her legs and thighs, enjoying forbidden desires. However, whether she was normal or not, she never made any attempts to do anything sexual when anyone else was present, which delighted me. One particular day while I massaged her leg, I knew she wasn�t normal, but she fell asleep. I kept at it, hoping that she would soon wake up to give me a foot or hand job, but that didn�t happened for a while. I was hard, just anticipating something to happen, but didn�t. I kept caressing her legs, thighs, inner and outer, but to no avail. I raised her skirt all the way above her waist, unable to contain myself, brought each foot into my mouth, and kissed her toes gently, expecting her to do something with my hard-on that was aching already. When she didn�t respond, I unzipped and took my rod out, brushed the swollen head on her feet, feeling their softness. After several minutes, I gave up trying for self-indigent attempt to fulfill my desire. I got up and looked at my sleeping sister�s beauty for moment than without even thinking, I rolled her to her side, facing the backrest of the couch. Then my eyes clung to the sight of her long, firm legs, strong, smooth thighs and lewdly gazing her back thighs that were perfectly round and glistened with the excess oil that I applied. Between her thighs, which were one on top of the other, there was hardly any space as they were so tightly stacked. Next I lay behind her, lifting her top leg and pressing my rod within. I was amazed how good that felt. Her soft thighs carved to the shape and size of my rod, tightly pressing it between her warm fleshes. I didn�t do anything for a good while but to enjoy the feel of her oily skin that housed my pole and hold her. Although it crossed my mind to undo her bra and fondle her marvelous breasts, but I abstain, not wanting to get caught just in case her if her personality changed. But I couldn�t hold back from softly massaging her grapefruit size breasts over the fabric, which I did gently and persistently. I kissed back of her neck, while still massaging her breasts and slowly bounced my hips, trying to fulfill my sinful desire by means of intercrural sex. I was lewd beyond imagination and went on to use my helpless sister with a mental disorder to fulfill my own need to cum desperately. Cum, I did. It took only few minutes of slipping and sliding my pole between her smooth thighs, that were well lubed with vitamin-E oil and I exploded like a volcano shooting jet after jet of cum. Once my erection lessened, I had a mess to clean between Christy�s thighs and all over the couch. Luck would have it Christy woke up only few minutes after she was cleaned. �Did I sleep for long Randy� she asked indicating that she had turned back to be normal. I said to her that she only past out for a short period of time. Following few days was much uneventful with mom and dad being home for the weekend. As usual, Christy went in and out of one personality to other, but for the most part she appeared to be normal and well. I was amazed even when she wasn�t normal, she didn�t try anything sexual in nature with me. When mom and dad went to work on Monday morning, I almost felt guilty of thoughts that began to occupy my mind. It had been three days since I had any encounter in sexual nature with Christy and my cock was getting harder just in anticipation. But surprisingly, Christy was in one of her better moods that morning. Instead of initiating anything, she was more interested in hopping around leaning on my shoulder and just chatting. I almost wonder if I was going to get anything at all. Then around 10 am, the physical therapist came followed by the nurse. Once they were done and gone, it was almost the lunch time. After lunch, Christy and I watched TV for little till she began to doze off on the couch, perhaps being exhausted from all the activities. Only when I offered to take her to bed, I realized her personality had switched. �Sure Scott, take me in your arms, carry me to bed� she hissed looking out, over my shoulder, almost scaring me to think that Scott was standing behind me. I did not carry her. Of course I didn�t carry her to bed. But I guided her, let her sit on bed to assist her bring her feet up to lay. �No, no, let me sit here first� she said swiveling her eyes and smirking. �Come here Scott, I want to see you� she said pointing the space in front of her. �I haven�t seen this for a long time� Christy said running her index finger up and down my crotch, while smiling at me mischievously. Her eyes gleamed and twirled. Her sweet lips spread across her face, slightly opening them to show her white teeth. My cock jumped to the tiniest touch it felt over my shorts and I waited to find out more about the treat that she was planning to give me. �Let�s see if you are horny today�. but remember that I can�t let you fuck me, because I am not feeling well, you know that right?� she whispered, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. Once she pulled down my pants, her hand snuck inside my underwear, she smiled as she wrapped her smooth hand around my semi hard cock and chuckled, pulling underwear down with the other hand, pulling it from one side and then the other. When she succeeded, she giggled like a little girl, pressing my cock between open palms of her hands as it was a ritual. It felt awesome. My head lolled back immediately, my eyes closed as a moan escaped from my throat. Looking down again, I met Christy�s hungry eyes and saw her partly opened mouth. My hands swiftly went to her face, holding it from either side. I wanted to remember the moment that my sister held my cock in her hands, appearing as she wanted to suck it. Then without any warning, her back arched forward and her hand lifted my cock against my stomach and she licked the underside of it in a long slow laps from the base to tip. I involuntarily yelled and moaned in deep satisfaction that was second to none. Christy smiled and her mouth hovered over my head for a second teasingly while I looked on very excitedly. Then, she let her lips slide slowly down my shaft until it hit the back of her throat, effortlessly. The feeling was indescribable. My entire body shook, unable to contain the excitement and the fantastic pleasure that I endured. Ignoring my grunts and howls, my sister licked the vein thick underside of me again, in little flicks as she slid back up toward he head of my cock. She never stopped moving her hand back up in unison with her lips. I knew I wasn�t able to sustain the pleasure for too long and as I knew, It wouldn�t take long for me to reach that tipping point. I tried to warn Christy that I was ready to cum, but she kept at it not hearing a word that I said. Then it happened. I shot hard with a shout into her mouth and she the overflow on her tongue for a moment rolling it around until she gobble up in conquest. I was about to collapsed, breathing heavily, when she took my cock once again in her mouth to milk every drop of my cream, smiling at me as she did. Sexually, things couldn�t have been any better for me at the time. More often than not, Christy depleted my load pretty much daily, except if parents were around on weekends, she was somehow conscious not to make any attempts. I didn�t know how she managed or knew not to even flirt with me. On most days, she emptied my load at least once, sometimes twice or more. But each and every time, it was Christy who initiated, not I. I can�t say that I wanted so badly to fondle her breasts, touch and see the wetness between her puffy pussy or to gage her wetness by sinking my rod inside her. However, weeks after the first time she played footsie with me, I abstained from initiating anything or even touching her due to the fact that seemed inappropriate to take an advantage of a person in her condition and her being my sister. But each and every new day, that feeling began to diminish bit by bit giving away to my own desires. First such encounter was me reaching and rubbing her pussy while she played footsie with my cock. She didn�t object at all, instead she looked surprised at first and then showed her appreciation when she soaked her panties with her juice and moaned heavily reaching an orgasm quite rapidly, shouting Scott�s name. Finding her sexual desires and needs that day had a profound impact to change my behavior towards Christy, when she seemed to be in a blackout, hallucinating. No sooner that I had assurance that Christy would succumb to my desires when she wasn�t normal, I couldn�t avoid thinking and imagining what would it be like to fuck her. Yes, fuck my own sister. Although intervals between her blackouts began to shrink fast and I couldn�t take the risk of getting inside her pants. One day, she blew my brains off and I collapsed to bed and dozed off while she fell asleep. I got up little later in panic thinking that I had slept for a while, but after checking the clock, I realized that I had dozed off only for about 30 minutes as it was only 1.30 in the afternoon. I lazily watched Christy who was faster sleep, admiring her beauty for a good while. Her chest moved up and down with each breath that she took, lifting her grapefruit size breasts and I just couldn�t resist but to caressed them gently over her clothes. After a while, I pulled up her lose shirt and roll down her bra with shaky fingers, look forward to see her breasts. I was rewarded with a magnificent set of tits. I had always seen them under her garments, even under wet shirts in the spa, but seeing the in a different setting made them look much spectacular. I had known that her chest was big, but her tits were perfectly formed, a bit saggy, but crested with areolas the size of my palms, peach in color, and erect nipples crowned them perfectly. I smiled happily loving my prospects and began kissing my way down her chest. Her nipples were extremely responsive and as I began to suckle, even in her sleep Christy started to writhe and moan. As I fondled her breasts, kissed and sucked them, I heard my sister muttering Scott�s name. My hand reached her inner thigh, about few inched above her knee first. I stroked her thighs gently, each stroke along her silky thighs moving higher and higher, feeling her panties with the back of my hand. Christy�s body shifted side to side and her feet moved in gently up and down, bending her knees and parting her legs, all while she still called Scott�s name. By this time I was beyond stopping, but I wanted to explore much of her body as possible and find whatever means to cum once more. I paused only long enough to pull my pants down to let lose my cock that was in full attention and aching. Becoming braver, I pulled my sister�s panties down her legs and tossed them away, hungrily eying her pussy. I knew that I was walking on thin ice, since my sister could walk up at any minute and be normal. Then again, she could still be that other person who thinks that she was with Scott, not her brother. I reached with one hand between her legs and cupped her pussy, sliding my middle finger between her engorged lips and found a prominent, erect clitoris just waiting to be stroked. As soon as I contacted her love button, she jolted, clenched her thighs and began rolling back and forth. I bit her nipple and she grabbed my head, pushed it tighter to her chest and began screaming, �Oh... Scott, do it to me Scott�. As I kept sucking her nipples and fingering her drenched pussy, she started screaming his name, time and time after and I felt her spasm when I got a bigger mouthful of tit and began to chew again. Seriously, she needed a stiff cock in her slick pussy which was so drenched her juice seeped down from my fingers all the way to my palms and down and she was vigorously fucking my fingers pushing herself on to me. By that time I was supporting a raging hard on and decided that she was in severe need of a good fuck. I leaned over Christy until I could rest my weight on my elbows. I gently rocked my hips forward and began to push my dick into her. It was fortunate that she was as wet as she was because her hole seemed to be even tighter than I had suspected. Consciously or not, my sister pushed up her hips, pressed forward at the same time fixing her pussy muscles to adjust, swallowing my pole. The feeling was exquisite! I had to hold any forward progression fearing that I might ejaculate right then when my cock was squeezed by her slick pussy muscles as vises and amazingly enough, I felt her pussy contract almost as it was trying to blow my cock, sucking it in. I lost all ability of speech and the only vocal sounds I could make were the grunts and moans of uncontrollable pleasure. �Fuck me Scott, FUCK ME� Christy screamed pushing her hips and when I looked up, I saw a glint of playfulness in her eyes and a touch of naughtiness on her lips. She put her arms around my neck and I placed my arms around her waist, sending my cock deeper in her soppy pussy. We kept up a steady rhythm of pushing and pulling against each other for quite some time and then began to pick up the pace. I could see the expression on Christy�s face as she began to concentrate on what was happening to her body, her eyes begging me to make it happen. She started throwing her hips faster and harder onto my cock as I began to slam into her cunt with everything I had. I could feel my nuts begin draw themselves up into a tight ball at the base of my cock in preparation for the impending explosion. Christy fanatically drew my face to hers, kissed my lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth, dominating my tongue that swirled around hers. "Ohh...now...now...almost there...Scott, almost�OHH�.UGH�.GOD YES I'M CUMMING Scott.....cumming..." At the same time that my sister�s body began to spasm and I don�t know how, but I rode her overcoming my own need to shoot deep inside. Finally she relaxed at the end of her orgasm smiling when she realized that I was still riding her, slowly, but surly, holding back my own seeds from entering my sister�s womb. �Bring your cock here to me Scott� Christy said sensing that I was fast approaching the point of no return. Reluctantly, I took my cock in hand, dripping her juice all over the bed, saddled her chest and let her suck me off expertly, then swallow my cum. I fucked her mouth for little longer, and then hurriedly cleaned her, dressed her up and took her to the living room just before mom entered the house. During next few weeks, we added another wide range of activities to our sexual conducts. But as Christy�s memory lapses getting shorter and shorter, I knew that I was playing with fire, but I had no way to stop any of that since Christy herself initiated things for the most part. However for my delight, Christy continued to have memory lapses when she was alone with me, than with anyone else in the household. It must also be said that I was extremely satisfied with the way things progressed sexually and the mental progress that Christy made as I had no intentions of being lovers with my sister knowing one day that things must end. Very first warning came when I went down on her one day. My sister was on the verge of an orgasm muttering his name. She had tight grasped on my face with her thighs and she was soaked and bobbed her hips. Then I thought that I heard her call my name instead of Scott�s. I froze, but she then I heard her muttered his name again. Few days later, we both fell asleep after I fucked her good and shot my load all over her pussy lips. When I got up, my cock was still hard and therefore I decided to have another round with my sleeping sister. Hence, I slide down the mattress, insert my cock slowly into her pussy carefully. My own cum at her entrance lubricated her enough to me to send my cock in her pussy, although she swiftly started to produce juice of her own to assist my quest. Sliding slowly at first, I gradually build up my tempo to fuck her deeply, yet with slow strokes, not to cause any commotions. As I kept shoving it onto her, I realized that she had opened her eyes and being attentive, as she trembled and shuddered to my thrusts. I felt her legs encircle my back as she began to fuck me back. �Randy� Christy whispered sending shivers through my body, causing my cock to shrink almost instantly. I stopped and froze keeping my cock still buried within her. �Ugh�.� I was able to answer after what seemed to be a long silence between us. �We have done this before right?� she asked very innocently. I was lost for words realizing that my sister was now normal and I had been caught fucking her red handedly. �That�s ok. Keep doing it. I want you to� she smiled and gently rocking her hips while pulling me to her with her legs that circled my back. �I am not angry or anything. I want you to do it, please� she smiled again. I was dumbfounded, shameful and turned red feeling the blood gushing into my face, yet my cock was still within my sisters wet pussy and her legs kept tight grip on my body pressed onto her. �Don�t feel that way Randy. I want you to do it just like you did it to me earlier. I owe you an explanation, but not now, please do it� she said looking into my eyes like a sweet little girl and then held my face with her hand and kissed me passionately. As we kissed, she lurched forward a bit, gently moving her hips. My cock began to stir once more feeling her hot, velvety pussy walls pressing against it. I rocked my hips, gliding my rod inside my sister�s pussy slowly at first and then picked up speed to fuck her in long and deep with each stoke, never parting our lips. I managed to fuck her to another orgasm before she sucked me dry. Christy was almost tearful when she thanked me for taking care of her and sticking with her through her rough journey and assured me that she will not tell anyone what happened between us.