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I was 18 when my brother Jeff, who was 19, crashed his bike and broke both his arms. Jeff had been getting a lot of help from our mom, bed baths and help going to the bathroom and stuff, so after about a week he was getting quite use to doing nothing for himself. It was right in the middle of the summer holiday too, so luckily he wasn’t missing out on school work and I was out most of the time with friends so I’d managed to dodge “Jeff duty”. That is, until our folks had to go away for a couple of days when dad’s uncle died and they had to go off to the funeral, and I had to look after Jeff. I didn’t mind really, Jeff and I got on fine but I wasn’t looking forward to being cooped up at home even if it meant the folks were away and we had free reign.

Mom and dad left in the morning while Jeff was still in bed and so I’d have to wake him up and get him ready for a day in front of the TV. Not entirely surprisingly, when I walked into Jeff’s room I immediately saw his sheets tented near his crotch and mercilessly teased him about as a gave me a sheepish telling off. Straight away he got his revenge by telling me he needed to pee and that today was his wash day, so I would have to help him bathe. I got the bottle, like the ones they use in hospital and slipped it over his dick and let him get on with his business while I went and got the soap and towels and stuff to wash him. When I got back he was sitting with his dick in the bottle and his arms in their casts helplessly limp by his sides and I laughed at him again. He threatened to overturn the bottle and I apologised and took it away and emptied it out.

I went back to Jeff, who’d managed to move himself to the side of the bed. He stood up and I undressed him. Strangely, as we weren’t shy around each other, this was the first time I’d gotten a good look at my brother naked in a while and boy had he grown. The men in our family are blessed with hairy chests and Jeff’s was starting to spring out in full force. Like me Jeff was a wrestler and his lean physique suited the dark hair well. He had a good covering whirling around his pink nipples and a great treasure trail. Like me he had a thick bush of pubes. What surprised me was how big his dick had grown, now that I was pretty much eye to eye with it taking of his boxers. It was a little bit bigger than my own, about 5 inches soft with a nice girth to it. I helped Jeff step into the old washing tub he used to wash in, standing up, so water wouldn’t get all over the place. I wet him down and started soaping him, starting with his back and moving around to his chest. Eventually after rinsing him off, it was time to wash his nether regions. I asked if he was ok with that and he replied he was used to it now. So I started by wash his hairy butt, and then moved to his dick. Unfortunately for Jeff my washing his dick had a rather arousing effect and he was soon getting hard. Hard, his dick was quite a handsome sight, 7 inches and quite a handful.

He looked a bit flushed and I teased him that it had obviously been a while since he jacked off and he agreed. He seemed to think for a moment and then asked if I would jack him off, he actually was bursting for a wank and it had been almost two weeks. I made a show of thinking about it although I was quite happy to get a hold of his fantastic cock. He surprised me a bit by telling me he’d feel a little less embarrassed if I stripped off too. In a moment I was naked too, if not quite as hairy as Jeff. My dick was starting to harden too and Jeff noticed and winked, saying he’d return the favour if he could but I’d just have to be happy with him watching after I’d done with him. I realised that he was going to enjoy this almost as much as me. I stood behind Jeff and reached around and started stroking his dick. I felt good in my hand, and immediately it was lubricated with pre-cum. Jeff was moaning and was enjoying each stroke and I couldn’t help noticing he was grinding his hairy butt into my own hard dick. The hairyness of his soft cheeks felt good against my dick and I was trying hard not to cum right then and there. I reached around with my other hand and started playing with his chest hair and nipples and this made him groan even louder until I felt him go stiff and heard his breathing change to a hiccuppy beat. I looked over his shoulder and watched as he shot his load over his bed. He just kept going, spraying over a weeks worth of cum until his body went limp and his dick was weeping the last few drops into my hand. I stepped to the side of him and using his cum as lube gave my dick the last few tugs it need to get me off and shot my load over his.

When I was finished I looked over at Jeff and saw him smile, admiring my display and that I’d helped him get off in his hour of need. We stood for a moment, our dicks softening and covered in cum and our bodies dripping in sweat. I said I guess we’d both need a wash down now. Jeff replied that that would be good and that he might need me to help him put again, he still had his arms in casts for another four weeks. I replied that all he had to do was ask.