Comfort & Care

In moments of fuzzy awareness, Darlene felt herself being carefully taken care of. Someone rolled her over, arms or legs were shifted around, and her whole body was being washed or cleaned. Every time she puked, someone softly wiped her face and chest clean. When she had the shits or pissed on herself, someone was removing the towel, maybe it was a diaper, and cleaning her up as if she were a 6 month old baby. She felt someone lift her legs up by the ankles and spread her legs, putting an oil or salve around her crotch and around her asshole. A burning irritation made her hiss with a sharp pain when the salve was rubbed on. It seemed to go away after the salve was rubbed into her skin. She knew no one was supposed to ever touch her like that; but it felt different and it felt nice, very nice. The hand touching her ass and her crotch was s-o-o-o-o-o-o smooth in the way she was being massaged all around her asshole and her butt cheeks.

Whoever “they” were had also kept her pussy cleaned up and oiled as well. It felt slick when she crossed her legs or moved them, making her pussy lips slide back and forth. Darlene cried herself to sleep several times. Nothing was making sense. She had no control over her body functions or her own body. No person had ever touched her like she was being touched. Being nude except for whatever it was she had on that felt like a diaper and not able to control her body functions bothered Darlene. She knew this wasn’t her dorm room at the girls’ college. The lights were always low; shades never opened, making it damn hard to tell what time it was. Thoughts cruised through her mind someone was getting her up to go to the bathroom, spending a lot of time wiping her ass for her and changing sheets, as she drifted into of sleep again.

Darlene was managed a weak, “What … what did you say?”, but she couldn’t get her head up to see who was talking to her.

“Who is talking to me … who’s asking?” Darlene asked as she heard her own weak, scared little girl voice speaking.

“It’s your Uncle Gerre, sweetheart.” said Gerre. “You’ve been sick for almost 5 weeks. I picked you up at the college medical unit when the medical staff called your parents. They called me and asked that I go retrieve you. You’ve been here ever since; I’ve been taking care of you.”

“Uhmmm, where is here, Uncle Gerre?” asked Darlene as she tried to focus on where he was in the room. She didn’t remember him; hell, she couldn’t even recall ever meeting him. She knew the name but did not recall him or ever meeting him. She knew he was her mother’s brother but that was about all she knew.

“Here is in my home here in San Francisco, “said Gerre, “I came here about the time you were probably born. I just returned from New China when your mother called me and asked if I would retrieve you from school.” Gerre was moving about the room picking up things and moving a chair nearer the bed side as he as talking to his niece.

“Uncle Gerre,” Darlene asked her uncle, “What makes me feel so damn bad? I itch all over, and…. and ….. even my butt hurts when I cough.”

“Well,” replied Gerre, “the doctors first thought you had the flu but the tests showed you contracted Scarlet Fever. It’s kicked your ass for almost a month. That’s why all the shades are drawn and the medication I’m giving you makes you sleepy. You need to stay in the dark as much as possible to protect you eyes.”

“I got to pee,” Darlene urgently realized, “and I mean like now!”

She was trying to sit up back could not get the energy to move. Darlene was amazed how easily her uncle scooped her up and headed down a wide hallway. It was suddenly obvious she was almost nude as she felt her skin against his skin as he held her next to his chest going down the hallway. He had no shirt on and he was in excellent physical condition. Feeling herself blush all over was only outweighed by the need to piss badly. “This is interesting,” she thought, “how much has he seen … done …. while I was out?” as they rounded the corner to enter the bathroom.

That thought flew out of her mind as Gerre deftly sat her on the commode in such a manner that he gently peeled the diaper cloth off her and quickly spread her butt cheeks as he propped her up on the seat. Darlene sucked in a surprised breath as her uncle propped her arm on the sink edge, and then reached between her legs to separate her pussy lips with his fingers as she started to piss. He turned and quietly left the bathroom. She relaxed her bladder muscles and let a literal flood of urine loose. She didn’t care if it splashed back up on her as long as it hit the pot.

As Darlene sat there, she was beginning to feel some better. She felt herself while thinking about that expert touch of her uncle’s hand on her pussy. She must have lost weight because she felt smaller all around. Even her boobs felt a size or so smaller as she squeezed each one and held them in her hands. She would have to see if she was still a 34C cup. The thought entered her mind that NO man had ever touched her there, not even her father when she was a baby. Her uncle did it in such a smooth, easy manner that she had no time to feel embarrassed he had touched her “privates”, as her mother so religiously reminded her that’s what she called them.

“Feeling much better, now?” her uncle asked as he came back into the bathroom. “You should be about 3 gallons lighter!”

Darlene felt herself blush again as she answered, “Yes, but I’m sitting here on the can stark naked! When did I have clothes on?” she asked as she tried vainly to cover some of her exposed body.

“And looking damn nice as ever,” replied Gerre as he looked his niece all over for the umpteenth time. “But to answer your question, it’s been almost three weeks since I bothered to put any clothes on you except those makeshift diaper things. It’s easier to give you a sponge bath and change the sheets than dress you every time.” Her uncle was relating some general information about things in the past as he picked her up, took her back, and laid her on the bed again. He made no attempt at all to cover her up because the room was very warm.

“And, yes,” her uncle continued, “I have seen, cleaned, washed, oiled, and pampered every part of your body front to back, top to bottom.”

Darlene suddenly felt the urge to cough. Before she could move or say anything it happened; she coughed, soiled herself and the bed. This having no control of her bodily functions caused her to start crying.

“Uncle Gerre,” Darlene said between sobs, “I … I ….I’m sorry …. I just crapped myself. I‘m so sorry. Oh God, I feel so bad…” and she began to cry.

“Don’t worry,” said Gerre softly, “this is the first time you’ve been awake enough to know what you’ve been doing 3 – 4 times a day. I’ll get you cleaned up enough to get you in the tub where you can relax.”

Darlene lay very still as her uncle did exactly as he promised he would do. It felt terribly strange and terribly interesting all at once. She couldn’t believe she was letting her uncle hold her feet together at the ankles, then lift them up until she was laying there with her knees spread wide open and all of her most private body parts totally exposed to him.

Gerre carefully held her feet together just above her lower stomach but he pushed her knees up toward her chest. This forced the entire length of her crotch and pussy from front to back to open up to him. He had a total view of his niece from the beginning of her cleft at her clit to the indent above her tailbone. From at the top of her pussy to the area past her reddened asshole, he could see every part of her feminine anatomy. This had become a common view for him in the past month. Her most intimate female openings were common views for him now.

Gerre carefully wiped Darlene clean around her asshole, inside her thighs and the backs of her legs, and around the sides of her outer pussy lips. He cleaned Darlene slowly with some kind of soft lotion. He used his right hand to open her pussy enough to look up inside and then wipe them with the same lotion before putting her feet back down on the bed. Darlene winced two or three times as the lotion burned her raw skin, but the fingers sliding the length of her pussy, and slowly probing into her suddenly was very distracting. She realized she was holding her breath waiting for the finger to touch her pussy lips again.

Darlene was laying on the large king size bed totally naked and completely exposed to a man she did not even know. Whatever he chose to do to her body; he could do. For some reason, it did not seem wrong to Darlene. It didn’t feel “bad” bad to her like her mother had always fire branded into her brain. He was touching her where absolutely no man had ever “seen daylight”. Every touch was gentle, warm, and careful. Darlene wasn’t sure what to think when he slid his fingers into her pussy and opened it up but it felt different and it certainly felt good. She knew she wasn’t supposed to think that but it did. This was her uncle, or at least according to him he was. He was “indirect family” as her mother was so fond of saying to her about distant relatives. His fingertips spreading the lotion gave her a moment of holding her breath – his touch was damn sure a lot more entertaining than her own fingers had ever been on the few times she tried to play with herself.

“Darlene, I’m going to pick you up and take you into the bathroom,” said Gerre. “You haven’t been in a tub or a shower for at least 3 weeks. I’ve been doing sponge and wash cloth baths for you in the bed.”

“Okay, said Darlene weakly, “can I just sit and soak for a while… that would really feel so good.”

“Sure, honey,” said Gerre, “whatever you feel like you want to do. I’ll see if I can put some lunch together that you can stomach.”

As Gerre picked her up, he put her arm around his neck, and then headed back down the same hallway he had just carried her to the vanity bathroom and back. This position put her breasts right to his chest as he walked toward the bathing room. Darlene could easily feel every the ripples in the muscles of his chest and arms as he carried her. If nothing else, she thought, he is in damn good condition for someone his age, whatever that happened to be. She felt her nipples getting hard as small brown berries while rubbing on his skin.