Creampie my sister – I try and help my sister with a massage

Sex stories, brother and sister, incestCreampie my sister, I try and help my sister with a massage… Things were going pretty well. I had a beautiful girlfriend and I had graduated uni with a sports science degree. I had even just been accepted onto a new job at our local premiership rugby club as part of the injuries and rehab team. It was a dream job for me. Relatively well paid for a first job out of university and I was really happy.

I had moved back in with my family after finishing university. My Mum had said that I could stay with her and my sister until I was able to find and afford my own place, which should hopefully be no more than a few months. I liked being back at home. My little sister and I got on really well and it was great to hang out with her again. She was 18 and had just finished her A-levels doing really well in all of them and got a place at her first choice uni, so she would be leaving herself in a few months too.

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My sister was a sports nut too. She played football in the local league and was planning on playing at her university. Unless you play at one of the huge top clubs, as a woman unfortunately there isn’t much chance of making a career in football. But I think that she wanted to pursue it at the top level as a semi-pro. She was very good and I went to watch her play whenever I could. Her team, largely due to her own skill, had got to the local play-off finals for promotion to one of the higher leagues and performing well in this game was a big deal for her. She knew that there was a good chance that there could be the coach from her uni team or even professional scouts there looking for new talent.

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I was watching my new team playing rugby on the TV and eating my dinner when my sister, Jen, came home. She was in her footie kit and hobbling a bit.

“Hey, Sis.” I looked up and saw her limp. “What’s up? Training accident?”

“Hi, fart-breath. Yeah, this little bitch decided that she didn’t like me making her look bad. I think I have strained my groin. Fuck. I can’t be out for the big game. It’s tomorrow and I need to rest it up. I’m going to bed and watching Netflix.”

“Well, you take it easy. Keep it high on some pillows or something. I’ve got some good painkillers in my kit bag. I’ll bring them up to you in a bit.”

“That would be great. Thanks.” She said, heading straight up the stairs to her room. She was obviously upset about it.

“Are you hungry?” I shouted after her.

“Yeah.” She replied before I heard her shut her bedroom door harder than she usually does.

I turned the game off, we were going to win by a big margin anyway, and quickly cooked her a bacon sandwich. Plenty of brown sauce and plenty of bacon between fresh thick cut white bread. I tidied the kitchen up but left the pots to wash up later and took it up to her, picking her up a couple of tablets from my room on the way. I knocked on her door.

“Yup, yup.” She said to me.

I opened the door and entered, bearing the gifts for her. She was lying on her bed in her nightie with her leg on a couple of pillows as I had suggested staring at the ceiling. I went over and sat on the side of the bed.

“Here you go. Bacon sandwich with lots of bacon and lots of brown sauce. Just how you like it. I even picked up the bread fresh today from that new artisan bakery place at the end of the road.” I said handing the plate to her.

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She took the plate, sat herself up on the bed and took a huge bite out of it.

“You’ll be fine for the match tomorrow and you know I’ll be there cheering you on.” I tried to reassure her.

“Thanks, Jerry.” She said looking at me, trying not to spit out half a mouthful of crumbs at my face. She smiled and giggled at the bacon sandwich spray.

“And thank you for that…” I said, wiping the bits from my face in an over exaggerated way. “Where does it hurt?”

“My groin. The top of my left leg on the inside, right at the top of the muscle. Kind of important for the whole running thing that I would need to do.”

“How bad is it?”

“It’s not too bad. I can walk on it just about alright. But it feels really tight. I’d be scared of making it worse.”

“At least it sounds like it’s not torn. It’s probably just a mild strain. It sounds like you’ve pulled it a little bit. Here…” I handed her the two pills I fetched for her “…let me get you a glass of water.”

I went into her ensuite shower room (the room used to be mine before I went to university, and now I’m left with her old room) and poured a glass of water for her.

“Wash the tablets down with this. They are pretty strong through. They’ll take away the pain, but might make you a little groggy.”

“That’s ok. I’m planning on having an early night tonight anyway. I’ve got to be at the ground for ten in the morning. A good night sleep is a good idea.”

Jen quickly finished the sandwich and swallowed the pills. “Any other advice for me? If I was one of your players at your new job, what would you recommend?”

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“Probably a good massage to loosen the muscle up and get some blood into it to help heal it up. You’ll probably feel like the rest of your body is quite tense too?”

“Definitely. My entire body feels more tense than a conjugated verb. Probably nerves as much as anything.”

“You want a massage? It’ll help, for sure.” I offered.

“Why not. That would be awesome.” She looked at me with a smirk. “But don’t try anything, pervert.”

“Yeah, like anyone would try something with you.” I quipped back. “Right then, I’ll go and get some massage oil. You need to get you clothes off and be on your front when I get back. Just throw the duvet on the floor.”

I stood up to leave when she said “Ok then. But this had better be the best massage of all time. If you don’t make me feel amazing, I’m going to punch you.”

I left her in the room on her own to go and get my oil from my kit bag. I was thinking that it was good to be able to get some practice like this. I would be faced with this kind of thing on an almost daily basis, I would imagine. Rugby training at the premiership level, let alone the games themselves, can be very gruelling. I washed my hands in quite hot water to make sure that they were warmed up and clean. I also changed out my jeans and rugby shirt into some light shorts and a vest top.

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