s****r Slips in the Shower Version 1 - Sex Stories

s****r Slips in the Shower Version 1

Okay if this story is well liked I plan to make 2 or 3 versions of the same story. This version, a version where it's the b*****r that slips, another version where they are both s****rs, and one more where they are both b*****rs. I hope you enjoy. All I heard was a thud. Faint and muffled, coming from upstairs. At first I barely registered the noise, but after a few seconds I began to wonder what it was. Sure, it was quiet, but my house was pretty sound-proof. For all I knew, that could be a pretty serious noise - maybe someone broke something. By someone, of course, I meant my s****r, Kathy. It was just me and her in the house, with dad away for the week. She'd always been kinda clumsy. She was two years older than me, and had always been teased quite a bit for her clumsiness (as had I, in fact). She was a little chubby, too, which didn't help it. Still, she was smart and confident, and had always managed to make close friends in the right places. I sighed, and pulled myself out of my seat, adjusting my boxer shorts inside my jeans as I did so. I wandered slowly to the door of the living room, and shouted upstairs. "You okay?" There was no reply, but I could hear the noise of the shower, so I assumed she couldn't hear me. I walked up the flight of stairs. The bathroom door was closed, the light was on and the shower was running. She had to be in there. I pressed the side of my face to the door, and tried again. "You okay?" After ten seconds of silence, I yelled a third time, ...

... as loud as I could. Still no reply. I swiveled my head and squinted my eyes through the frosted glass. There was no silhouette in the shower. I was just about to call upstairs, when I saw a silhouette lying face-down on the floor. It was definitely her. I yelled her name, but she didn't stir. I didn't know whether to enter - she'd be pretty mad if I walked in on her - but decided I had to. I slowly opened the door, and walked in. The mirror was cracked on one side, and she was face-down on the floor, her towel partially d****d over her, not moving. There was no bl**d, but it didn't take a genius to work out that she had slipped over getting out of the shower and smacked her head on the mirror. I ran over to her, and shook her gently. "Kathy?" I yelled. No reply. I grabbed my mobile out of my pocket and dialled 911. I held for two rings, before someone picked up. "911, what's your emergency?" "My s****r's slipped over and smashed her head on the mirror." My voice sounded surprisingly calm. "Where do you live?" I gave her the address. "How is she?" "She's u*********s." "Is there any bl**d?" "None." "Right, we'll send an ambulance right away. In the mean time-" "No!" I yelled. I couldn't afford an ambulance, and had no insurance to cover it. I told the woman so. "Is she moving? Having any sort of seizure?" I looked her over. "No, nothing," I swallowed. "Have you checked her pulse?" I put my fingers to her neck. It was warm, and I felt a steady pulse. "Yes, she has a pulse." "Is ...