1. A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2)


    Date: 7/22/2016, Categories: First Time Masturbation Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith 

    ... seen that coming. I needed to stop bitching about my hand problems around Mandy. It just drove her to find more ways to help out. &#034It'll be okay. I give Aiden a bath every time I'm over there. It's no big deal.&#034 &#034No, I don't think so, Mandy. I'll just feel stupid being washed like some little baby. It's embarrassing.&#034 &#034We can skip the rubber ducky if you like,&#034 Mandy teased. She stood up. &#034C'mon, you haven't bathed in five days, that's too long, especially since you're sitting still all day. And I hadn't wanted to mention it, but I have been noticing how you smell the last couple days.&#034 &#034Fine, but you don't have to help me.&#034 &#034Okay, I'll run the bath,&#034 she said. It was Wednesday. Almost two weeks had passed since I'd burned my hands, and some of the blisters still hadn't quite gone away. And it had been almost two days since the second time Mandy had helped me on another matter. I still had some very mixed feelings about my s****r giving me handjobs, but had been too horny from a lack of masturbation to say no to her ridiculous offers. She seemed to treat it only a little different from cutting up my food and feeding it to me one bite at a time. It might be a little awkward, but she seem to look at both as just ways she could help make up some slack and help her b*****r feel more normal while getting through a difficult time. I knew her motives were pure and her conscious clean, but still felt like I might just be taking ...
    ... advantage of her naivete. Having done it twice, and with at least a week left until I got the bandages off, I knew she intended to jerk me off again, probably more than once. And I knew that when she did offer, I'd probably let her. But to keep my conscious from going completely crazy, I knew I couldn't be seeking it out. If it happened, I'd let it, but I wasn't going to push her toward it again. And here she wanted to bathe me. If she'd been someone else, I might have thought it was just an excuse, but Mandy was always such a do-gooder, and so earnest and honest, that I knew she meant it exactly at face value. So I had to keep myself under wraps. I followed in a few minutes after the water started running. &#034Make sure it's hot, I don't want some lukewarm bath like you'd give the baby.&#034 &#034Okay,&#034 she said, adjusting it. &#034So what else do you do?&#034 &#034Well, if you could help me with my shirt.&#034 &#034Sure.&#034 I put my arms out and bent over so she could pull it over my head and down over my wrapped hands. &#034What else? Get your bathrobe ready?&#034 &#034Yeah.&#034 I sighed. &#034Then you have to get the water soapy... gah, this is stupid.&#034 &#034C'mon now, you need to get clean. It's not so bad.&#034 &#034Yeah, it is.&#034 &#034Okay, here, I have another idea. Why don't you take a shower?&#034 &#034How?&#034 &#034I'll turn the water on and off for you, and you keep your hands up out of the spray.&#034 Her wheels kept turning. &#034We could go to Mom and ...
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