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.