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I'll change it after I finish feeding her," she said somewhat indignantly. "No, that's okay. I'll do it. You finish feeding her. I never have gotten used to feeding her. Reminds me too much of when she made me spoon feed you when you were a baby." She gave me a half smile and continued feeding Mom quarter spoon sized portions of yogurt. Once the diaper had been changed and Mom settled into her afternoon nap, the two of us collapsed onto the living room couch. "God, I hope this doesn't go on much longer," she said softly, staring out the window. "We're getting near the end. She's late stage now. You having second thoughts about caring for her ourselves? You saw what those Alzheimer's care facilities were like, at least the ones we could afford." "I know, I know. You're right. But it's already cost us so much. Both of our marriages, and now the nearly constant exhaustion." "At least it's quiet now," I retorted. "Frank and Sarah spent more time yelling at each other than they did at us." "Ain't that the truth," she replied sadly. "Look Sis, tomorrow's your day off. Why don't you take an extra day and rent a cabin by the lake and just lie around and watch the swans on the water and sleep on the back porch." "No, that's alright Michael, that wouldn't be fair to you. I care too much for you to take advantage like that. Melinda and Patty have already made plans to take me shopping and then to a movie and some dinner." "Okay. Suit yourself." *** I was awakened by a gentle tap on my shoulder. "Hey, how was the movie?" I asked with a yawn. "Chick flick. You wouldn't have liked it. You okay?" she asked. "You look exhausted. It's a little late to be doing laundry, don't you think?" "Yeah, I'm okay. It's been an interesting day." I chuckled and shook my head for a moment before continuing. "I was changing her diaper, she was wet, and before I could get the new one on, she pooped on the bed spread. And by the time I finally got her clean again, there was poop everywhere, on my hands, on my nose, on the bed spread, on some towels and some wash clothes, on the floor. I've been doing laundry ever since." She listened and smiled the whole time I was talking and then laughed. "Glad I missed it," she said, still giggling. "It reminded me," now I was laughing and trying to talk at the same time, and not doing very well at the talking part. "It reminded me of the time when you were about 2 and your diaper fell off and you smeared poop all over your face and belly and the crib. Mom had one of her migraines and I was supposed to be watching you and she made me clean you up and clean the crib. I wish I had a picture of the look on your face when Mom first came in. It was one of those classic `I didn't mean it Mommy' looks." We laughed for several moments before finally calming down. She was staring up at the ceiling. "It's not fair that Mom left me the house in her will but didn't leave you anything." "It doesn't matter," I replied. "As soon as you start showing signs of Alzheimer's, I can move right back in. The house is already set up for it." "Maybe I'll be the one who has to take care of you," she said with a giggle. "That'll be the day. I'd like to see you try and lift me from the bed to the wheelchair and back." "I'll just have to hire a male nurse to help. A big, hunky male nurse," she said with a devious smile. "You need a big, hunky guy, one who will pick you up. Or one who will lie on top of you." We grinned at each other and were then quiet for a few minutes, both of us probably thinking about how much we had given up to care for Mom. At least that's what I was thinking. "You okay?" she asked. "You need to talk about anything?" "No, I'm fine. I'm going to take another shower. I still smell like poop, at least I think I do. And then I'm going to bed." "Okay. I'll check on Mom and then I'm going to bed too. Good night, poop nose." "See you in the morning, poop face," I retorted with a grin. *** Some light stroking of my back muscles woke me up. She was lying beside me, still dressed. The window blinds were open, allowing the moon light to stream in. "You okay? Mom okay? Why are the blinds open?" I muttered, still half asleep. "It's okay. Mom's okay. I'm sorry, Michael. I felt bad about leaving you with Mom and I was going to offer you a back massage, but you had already fallen asleep when I came in. And when I laid down beside you, I guess I fell asleep too. I woke up a little while ago and opened the blinds so I could watch you sleep." She giggled for a moment. "I didn't know you slept naked," she whispered, running her finger tips across my bare butt. "I started doing that after Sarah and I got married," I replied, grinning and pulling the sheet back up. "She didn't want my dick very often, but when she did, she wanted it in a hurry, so I started sleeping nude." "Frank didn't want me at all after we all moved in with Mom," she whispered, almost on the verge of tears, before composing herself. "I think he was worried he might have to someday take care of me, like we have to take care of Mom." "Jerk," I whispered. She continued to gently stroke my back muscles for a few minutes. "Make love to me, Michael." "What?" "You heard me. Make love to me." "That's incest." "I know it's incest. But the only reason that's taboo is to prevent birth defects. It's not like I'm going to get pregnant or anything. I already went through menopause. Make love to me. Please." "You sure, Sis?" "No, I'm not sure. But it's what I need, right now, at this moment. Please?" I nodded and the two of us sat up. When she started to unbutton her blouse, I gently grabbed her fingers. "I'll do that," I whispered. She was giggling by the time I had the buttons all undone, staring at my rapidly rising dick. "It's smaller than I remember," she said, still giggling. She obviously noticed the confused look on my face. "I saw you once, jacking off in your room, when you were a junior or senior in high school." "So, the more you dreamt about me, the bigger I got? Nightmares or sweet dreams? These, however, are bigger than I remember," cradling a breast in each hand, having removed her blouse and bra, while gently stroking my thumbs across each nipple. "When did you see me naked?" she exclaimed. "I don't know, Sis. You were maybe 12 or 13. I came into the bathroom to take a piss and you were standing in the shower, rubbing a bar of soap against your clit. The water wasn't running, but you were all wet. I was mesmerized. And surprised you didn't hear me come in. I must have stood there watching for two or three minutes before I realize what I was doing and then turned and got the hell out of there before you saw me." "Oh my god!" she squealed as her eyes flew open. "I remember that! That was my first time. The first time I masturbated, the first time I had an orgasm. It was a day or two after I saw you jacking off. Oh my god!" She laid back and laughed, holding her hand over her mouth to keep from waking Mom. Both of us had a good, long laugh, something we hadn't done in quite some time. "You won't need soap to masturbate this time. I'm going to do it for you," I said, still chuckling as I removed her jeans and panties. "Turn around so I can suck you at the same time," she demanded, staring at my fully erect dick. "Not yet," I replied, shaking my head. "We'll do that for your third orgasm tonight, not your first." "Third!" "Yep, third. Spread your legs." I sat down in front of her pussy and started gently tracing my fingertips back and forth along her labia. "How's this for a massage?" She answered with a low moan, raised her knees up and spread her legs wider. Dragging my finger tips from just above her asshole up to her clit over and over again brought about repeated squirming and moaning. She was no longer watching, but had her head back and her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open, gasping for air. Inserting my tongue into her vagina after spreading her lips with my thumbs brought forth even louder moans. A series of upward licks to her clit and back to her pussy hole produced the desired effect. "Oh my god, oh my god," she whispered. "You like that? Brace yourself. Here it comes." I planted my lips around her clit and gently sucked in, released and sucked in again. And again, and again. There was a sharp yelp as her hips pressed up to meet my mouth, followed by shudder after shudder, one wave after another rolling through her body. I looked up and smiled as she collapsed back onto the bed, her heart and lungs still racing. "Goddamn that was good," she blurted out. "Flatterer." "No really, I mean it. Frank never did that to me," she blurted out between breaths. "Jerk," I muttered. "That's one. Ready for my little dick?" "I need to rest for a moment." "Nope. Sorry, Sis. No rest for the weary." "Oh Jesus," she muttered as I slipped in my dick all the way up to my balls in a single, slow thrust. Pressing hard against her clit with the top of my shaft, I worked my dick slowly in and out. Another orgasm was building in just a matter of moments as her hips started gently squirming up and down and side to side. "That's it, let it come. Open your eyes a look at me. And stop thinking about that hunky male nurse." We smiled simultaneously at each other as her head went back again, but her eyes still looking into mine. Beads of sweat were forming on her breasts and face and dripping off of mine onto her cheeks and neck. After a few minutes of increasingly faster and harder stroking of my dick against her clit, another wave of spasms rolled through her body. As soon as her pussy muscles clamped around my cock, her back arched upward against my hips and my balls let loose with a flood of cum. Miraculously, we were still staring at each other when we collapsed back down and began to slowly recover. "Still want to do that 69?" she asked as I gently stroked the hair on the side of her head, after softly kissing her lips and cheeks. "Could we put that off till tomorrow?" I whispered. "Good idea. We're not the youngsters we used to be." "Speak for yourself. I intend to live to be 100," I replied, gently chuckling. We lay quietly for several more minutes, softly caressing and kissing each other. After rolling off to her side, we continued to hold each other, slowly stroking each other's back. "Michael?" "Hum?" "When Mom dies, will you stay with me?" she asked in a whisper. "Will you stay with me in the house? Stay with me in my bed?" "Yes. Yes I will. I love you Tracy. I will always be there to take care of you." She squeezed me tightly, before finally relaxing. I kissed her softly on the forehead as she fell asleep. I soon followed. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 75