Chapter 1

"Denise, I'm leaving now," Tom told the jumbled mass of covers piled on the bed. "I've left my number on the refrigerator door and I've left April the car keys and a list of instructions for your care."

Tom heard a muffled response from underneath the covers. He began to pull back the covers and unearthed a very unkempt face beneath.

"I don't want you to go," Denise begged, as tears fell from her puffy eyes. "Please, don't leave Tom. You know how much I hate being dependent on someone and now you are leaving me in the hands of a virtual teenager. Do you really think she can handle the responsibility? Just say you got sick and couldn't go."

"Honey, we've been over this a thousand times. I've already taken off two weeks and we can't afford a live in nurse. Your niece is out of school for the summer and she's eighteen, so you are just going to have to make the best of it. Look, I know it's been difficult for you since the accident, but there are a lot of people out there worse off than you are. Once, your arms are healed you will be up and at 'em again. You know, you need to get out of bed and try to keep active, so you won't be so out of shape later on," Tom said as he bent down and gave his wife a quick peck on the lips, "and reminding someone brush your teeth wouldn't kill you."

Tom stood back up and walked to the bedroom door, then looked back at his wife. "Look, I'll be back before you know it, so you be nice to April, okay?"

"Okay," Denise pouted, "I'll miss you. Hurry back."

After Tom left, Denise wallowed back in her covers. She wasn't sleepy, she was just tired, so she lay there listening to April flipping back and forth between MTV and VH1. Earlier, April came into the room and tried to get Denise to get out of bed and go for a ride, a bite to eat, or even to get some exercise, but Denise wouldn't budge.

Finally, it seemed that April had given up on Denise and the older woman was happy she had exerted her control, even if it was making everyone else suffer with her.

Then she caught a whiff of... 'Could it be?' she wondered. 'Yes, it is chocolate.' Denise pondered whether or not she should try to get April to bring her some of whatever it was she was baking, but couldn't bring herself to ask. As more time passed, she began to become angry, because if April was any kind of nurse at all, she would have brought some for Denise anyway.

After an hour passed, Denise's stomach growled. She had passed from being angry to a state of helpless rage. She tried to think of some way to throw a proper temper tantrum, but it was almost impossible to do so without the use of her arms.

Luckily, before she had to resort to such drastic measures, she felt the bed sag as her niece sat down beside her. "Are you under there Auntie? I made some brownies, do you want some?" she asked.

"Yes," Denise replied from under the covers.

"I don't think you are going to be able to eat them through the covers Auntie."

Denise began to get angry again. 'What kind of nurse is this, to make me ask for every little thing, ' she thought, but bit back her retort. "I can't move my arms April, will you move the covers for me?"

Much to her dismay, April pulled the covers completely off the bed. Denise felt the cool air on her exposed thighs, but without the use of her hands, she was unable to pull down her nightshirt. 'Well, at least she's a girl, ' she thought. She looked up at her niece and was surprised to see a chocolate brownie descending toward her face. She opened her mouth to ask to be set upright, but it was quickly filled with the brownie.

"Mmmmphhh--wa-mmmppphh!" The older woman struggled to tell her niece to give her time to chew. However, the young girl forced the brownie in, until the whole thing was in her aunt's bulging mouth.

Denise also discovered the brownie smelled much better than it actually tasted. It was dry and very chewy making it difficult to swallow. She was desperate for liquid, so that she could swallow the dry cake down. Lying down flat on the bed, instead of being upright, made it even more difficult to eat.

"Thirsty?" April asked sweetly.

Denise couldn't speak due to the mouthful of chewy brownie, so she nodded her head vigorously. Then she noticed that April had a glass of milk over her face and had begun to pour. Denise opened her mouth just in time to catch the liquid as it fell. April continued slowly pouring until Denise's mouth was almost full of the white milk and brownie.

Denise swallowed and some went down the wrong pipe. She coughed and sputtered, "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

"Sorry Auntie, I just did what you asked," April said sweetly.

"Just put the covers back on me and leave me alone," snapped Denise.

"Sure!" Denise put the sheets and covers back on the bed. However, Denise found the young girl once again went overboard. April firmly tucked the covers in all the way around Denise and left the room again.

The older woman just tried to put up with the efforts of her niece. After all, she was trying so hard to please.

Just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse, Denise felt a rumbling in her gut. 'Oh no! Please don't!' she thought. She tried to will away the discomfort in her gut, but as soon as the first cramp hit, she desperately needed to get out of bed. To her dismay, she discovered she was trapped by the covers that were tucked in tightly on all sides.

"April, April, please help!" she cried, struggling uselessly against the sheets, but, her niece had the door closed and the TV was blaring too damn loud to hear.

"April - PLEASE - I have to go to the bathroom. It's an EMERGENCY!"

Just as Denise thought she was about to lose it, the door opened. "I was just in here a minute ago. What's so important?" April inquired impatiently.

"April, please help me out of the bed, I've got to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW!"

April pulled the covers out and helped Denise stand up. Just as soon as Denise was on her feet, she ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind herself with her ass. She hurried to the toilet, went to pull down her panties, then remembered too late, that her both of her arms were in casts.

'Oh no!' she thought helplessly, as she felt herself lose control. Powerless to stop the cramps in her gut, she sat down on the toilet and cried as her panties began to fill with the warm contents of her bowels and bladder.

Then just as mysteriously as the cramps began, they vanished. Denise struggled to find some way out of her situation without her niece seeing her in such a humiliating manner. However, this was soon remedied when April opened the door to the bathroom without knocking.

April's face wrinkled up in disgust, but her eyes were bright and mocking. "Ewwww... you pooped your panties."

"I-I was feeling sick and I couldn't pull my panties down," Denise struggled to explain. "I-I didn't know what to do." The older woman blushed in shame as she looked down at her wet bulging panties and as tears ran down her eyes.

"Wait here Denise! You guys are definitely not paying me enough to deal with this shit! If you know what I mean."

Denise waited for her niece who finally returned carrying a large black garbage bag. "Step in the bag, cuz I'm not touching that shit," April ordered.

After Denise stepped into the bag, April pulled it up until it came up to her thighs. "Not high enough Auntie, kneel down so I don't have to touch it."

Embarrassed beyond belief, Denise got down on her knees inside the garbage bag. April felt the bulging seat of the panties through the plastic bag. "Ewww, you are a nasty girl aren't you?" April commented, not sounding at all like an eighteen year old.

Denise felt very uncomfortable to be handled in such a disgusting manner. Worse, she realized with horror, she was getting turned on.

"I asked you a question Denise. Are you a nasty girl?"

Denise's lower lip trembled as she her face flushed red. With no way of caring for herself, she was forced to say the words that April wanted to hear, "Yes, I-I-I'm a nasty girl."

April pulled the panties down Denise's legs, keeping everything in the plastic bag. Then she helped the older woman stand up, removed her nightshirt, leaving her naked and standing in the bag. "Step in the bathtub, Denise. You don't expect me to touch that shit do you?"

Denise waited in the bathtub, mortally embarrassed by the revolting stains that coated her from her pelvis down to her feet. April tied a knot in the top of the bag and threw it away.

April placed Denise on her knees in the tub, with her bottom facing the drain and her head resting on the back of the tub, supporting her upper body. She took the shower wand and switched it to massage, turned on the water and blasted the frigid water in the crack of her Aunt's ass.

"Aieee! It's too cold!" shouted Denise. Chill bumps covered her body and her nipples hardened into painful knots. April adjusted the water flow, causing her Aunt to scream again and try to move her tender places out from under the force of the steaming water. "Oww-fuck-hot-hot!" she cried.

Much to Denise's relief, April was finally able to adjust the water to the proper temperature. Denise automatically relaxed and enjoyed the effects of the soothing water, even forgetting momentarily about her earlier embarrassment. The water felt wonderful as its pulsing jets cleansed her then played sensually on her ass and pussy.

'Ah, it's been too long since, I've had an orgasm. I haven't been able to take care of that for three weeks. For three long weeks, ' she thought. Her legs spread to allow the vibrations to contact her swollen clit. Soon her hips humped involuntarily, while the older woman made soft mewling sounds. In her state of rapture, she forgot all about the presence of her niece.

Just as the warm wave of pleasure began to sink into her body, there was a sharp slap on her ass, bringing her rudely back to reality.

"Nasty girl! You are trying to get off, aren't you!" accused her niece.

Denise quickly closed her thighs and slid her ass down to the bottom of the tub, to escape the pulsing water that surreptitiously had sought to bring her so close to orgasm. 'Oh God, I can't believe I almost did that in front of my niece, ' she thought in horror.

"No, I just had a p-pain, ' she said, trying to play off what had happened. She nodded at the shower wand, "Do you have to use that so much?"

"Nah, I have to soap you up, anyway." April once again positioned Denise on all fours... well, threes really, since her head supported her upper body. Next, she applied body wash and began to lather her Aunt's body.

Denise had been given several sponge baths since the accident. They were all more sensual than she would have liked to admit, but none of them prepared her for the all- consuming sexuality with which her niece laved her body.

The young girl kneaded, teased, massaged, and groped the older woman's body-her entire body.

"Oh please, April, not so rough... oh... ah no April," she whimpered, while April massaged her freely hanging breasts and pinched her nipples. "Mmmm - no, no, not there, not yet," she begged when April's small fingers, explored the budding petals of her Aunt's nether lips. However, though her weak protests begged no, the reactions of her body, screamed yes. Soon, her body craved release and began to seek the teasing fingers, to achieve the orgasm that lay just out of reach.

"Ugh-Ugh-" the older woman groaned, her hips humping involuntarily.

"Nasty girl, you're trying it again, aren't you?" April scolded.

There was no way Denise could pretend she wasn't aroused, the signals were too obvious, even for an eighteen year old could see them. "Oh God, I'm sorry, it has just been so long since I've ugh- you know," she sobbed in humiliation.

"Here, I'll do something else, while you cool down." April stood up and left her Aunt in the bathtub with her ass up thrust, while she fetched a bottle out of the cabinet. Then, she coated her Aunt's legs, underarms, and pubes with the white cream.

"Wait, what are you doing?" asked Denise in alarm, when she recognized the familiar scent of hair remover.

"You're hairy and it looks gross. Besides, I'm doing it for hygiene reasons, since you seem to have accidents."

It was hard to argue against logic like that, so Denise held still and allowed the young girl to wipe away the sloughed off hairs. Finally, April began to rinse the slightly stinging lotion off of Denise's body. Once again, the pulsing jets of the shower wand drove Denise relentlessly toward the verge of an orgasm.

At this point Denise didn't care that she was going to cum in front of her young niece. It had been far too long and it felt much too good for her to control herself. Besides, April already knew she was aroused. She arched her back and spread her legs in the tub, so that the water could hit her clit and send her over the edge.

However, every time it felt like she was about to go over the edge, April would move the pulsing jet of water.

Humiliated, but too aroused to care, Denise searched out her liquid lover with her pussy. But, each time as her body began to tremble; April would move the water before she could cum. Soon, it became too much to be a coincidence, Denise realized that April was just toying with her and she couldn't do anything about it. Worse, her body wouldn't obey and allow her to leave the situation with her remaining dignity intact. Her body demanded an orgasm and her mind would just have to do what was necessary for it to be reached.

"Please," she begged. There was no answer. "Please, April."

"Please, what? Nasty girl!" April taunted.

"Let me ugh... cum. Oh God April, I'm begging you."

"Who's begging me?"

This was the very reason Denise didn't like the thought of losing control. It was so very hard to get it back again. "The nasty girl," she answered meekly. "The nasty girl wants to cum."

"No, uh-huh, I don't think so. Not yet, anyway." April turned off the water and grinned at the spectacle her Aunt was making. "You see, it looks like I've figured out something that nasty girl wants. If I give it to her, she will just go wallow in the bed feeling sorry for her self. No, I think that will be your reward. If you are a good girl, then you get a treat. If you are a nasty girl, then you don't."

Here, let's wash that greasy hair now," April said, as she began to strip off her own clothes, exposing her lithe nubile young body to her Aunt.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Denise recoiled, falling on her ass, as her niece stepped into the tub with her.

"I'm washing your hair silly. We can't let your casts get wet and I'm not going to get my clothes wet either." Denise tried to flee, but soon found her neck gripped firmly between the young girl's thighs, her face looking directly up into the downy blonde hairs of her sex. The young teens pink nipples, stood out from her chest like small erasers, while she leaned forward to grab the shower wand. This caused her Aunt's face to be pressed up firmly into April's very aroused sex.

"Stop it, April, your crotch it in my face!" Denise tried to scream, yet her mouth was pressed too tightly into her niece's sex for her words to be heard. Instead, she only succeeded in pleasuring the young girl with her mouth.

"Ohhh, that feels naughty Auntie, I didn't know you liked girls!" April cooed, as she began to wet her Aunt's hair.

"I'm not gay! I'm only trying to tell you to let me go!" Denise cried, but once again she ended up rubbing her mouth against the wet folds of April's sex and mumbling incoherently.

"Just relax Auntie," April said, as she poured shampoo on Denise's light brown hair and began to later it up. However, in reality, while she massaged her Aunt's hair, she also rode the older woman's face with her sex.

The eroticism of her predicament and her added frustration soon proved too much for the older woman. Her mouth opened of its own volition, sticking out a pink tongue, and sampling the young beauty's honey. Soon she was licking the pink petals of her nether lips.

April shifted her Aunt's head, so that her mouth was level with her clit. "Suck it! Suck my clit dyke!" she ordered.

Denise looked at the tiny little nubbin sticking out from the peak of her niece's flower, stuck her tongue out timidly, and flicked it softly against the little pearl.

"Ugh-suck it bitch! Suck it goddamnit!" April cried, forcing her Aunt's face deeper into her sex. Denise's lips wrapped around her clit and sucked the tiny nubbin, causing her niece's hips to buck in pleasure.

"Oh God! Oh-oh-oh I'm cumming!" they young girl cried.

Denise was still held fast between April's thighs, so she lightly licked her niece, while the young girl came down from her orgasm. Finally, April came to and rinsed the soap off her Aunt's hair.

"You were great, Auntie. What a wonderful pussy licker you make."

April left her aunt kneeling dazed in the shower, as she dried off. Then she began to dry off her Aunt's body. Denise stood there obediently, but her anger was rising quickly. The little bitch had gotten off and left her horny and frustrated.

"Awww, are you mad?" April asked sweetly, as she dried Denise's hair.

Denise sulked for a moment and then the words spat from her mouth in a continuous flow of venom. "You ungrateful bitch, I ate you for Christ sake. I'm not even a lesbian and I fuckin' ate you and all you have to say is, oh Auntie, you were great! God damn it, I don't want to be great, I want to cum. You can't jus-"

Her diatribe was ended as soon as April drove her finger into Denise's slick puffy sex. She kept it up until the older woman moaned helplessly, leaning her body on the young girl to keep from falling down.