3 comments/ 12145 views/ 5 favorites Broken Halo By: LoveIsUniversal Sylvester had already expected to see his young neighbor arriving in the late afternoon. This would be the fifth time in the past ten days that twenty-five-year-old Alex had decided to pay him a visit. Sylvester would always be in the garage whenever Alex showed up and said hello. The thirty-three-year-old African-American man would depend on his home gym to reinvigorate his wellbeing. This time, he used his dumbbells to keep his arms as potent as possible. Once he saw Alex on the driveway, Sylvester immediately took off his earplugs and turned off the audio from his smartphone. "So what brings you here?" Alex shrugged his shoulders as he stepped inside the open garage. "Oh, nothing...I'm just checking out your home gym. It looks nice." Sylvester raised an eyebrow. "It's the same as before. Nothing's changed." "I know. I'm just interested in getting one myself." Alex didn't exactly look like the type of person who would willfully perform a daily exercise plan. The blond-haired man was slim, though it did in fact assist him with his charming exterior. Sylvester himself had become the exact opposite of the younger white man: muscular arms and legs, broad shoulders, long dreadlocks, and abs that women would swoon over. Sylvester had already taken off his shirt, revealing his chest guaranteed to hypnotize those who felt intrigued by his personality as well as his internal drive. Alex looked as if he tried to search for an abrupt answer. He opened his mouth and closed it again right away. Sylvester asked, "Is there a problem?" Alex shook his head. "No, no problem at all. I'm just here to get away from home and take a walk." "I thought you'd just come back from work at this time." "Yeah, you're right. But I just needed some time away from home. That's all." Alex began to observe something other than the home gym. The younger man had set his attention on Sylvester's upper body. He stepped a little closer while keeping his gaze on human flesh. Sylvester's curiosity began its cultivation. "So how's work?" Alex suddenly looked up at Sylvester's own eyes. "Oh, everything's moving smoothly at the store. I'm still looking for that raise, though. I think I've got a good chance this month." "That's good to know. So how's the wife?" Alex's smile grew a little smaller. "She's doing fine." "Is she at home?" "Yeah...she's at home." Alex lowered his head down. "I don't think she's in a good mood today." Sylvester wanted to bench press, but Alex became a distraction. "What happened? Is she mad at you about something?" "No, not at all. I wouldn't be the one who would ruin her day." "Then what is it?" Alex delayed his response for a few seconds. "Uh...you know what? I don't want to talk about it." Sylvester understood. "Okay, it's no big deal." Something about Alex just didn't seem right especially on this day. The neighbor slowly slid his fingers across the pull-bar that lay on the table. The frown of his face would most likely signify desolation concealed by inauthentic merriment, at least according to Sylvester. He watched as Alex let out a long sigh through his nostrils. Sylvester asked, "What's bothering you? Just tell me the truth. We don't have to hide secrets forever." Alex still had his eyes on the pull-up bar. "I'm not going to have a good night at home." "Why? Does it have anything to do with your wife?" Alex closed his eyes for a moment. "Forget that I ever said that. I'm just feeling a little down after a hard day's work." "You just said that nothing went wrong at work." Alex slowly nodded. "Yeah, I said that. I may have exaggerated a bit." He turned his head and gazed at Sylvester, but not in the eyes. The white man eyed him from top to bottom. He stepped a little closer while looking a little amazed by something on Sylvester's body, perhaps his bare chocolate-colored chest. The black man felt more suspicious than before. "You're confusing me. You say one thing, but then you mean another. Make up your mind already." Alex almost hesitated. "All right, you want the truth? I just came here to see how well the pull-up bar works." "It works fine. I just bought it a few days ago." "Can you show me?" Sylvester just went along with it for now. "Follow me into the hallway." He led Alex inside the house and stopped at the end of the main hallway on the first floor. He set up his pull-up bar on top of the entryway and the demonstration commenced. He lifted himself off the floor and decided to do ten consecutive pull-ups right in front of his guest. Alex stood still in the corner, watching his continuation of his unstoppable athletic abilities. Once he finished Sylvester dropped down on the wooden floor. "So did I convince you enough?" Alex smiled. "It's really inspiring to watch you do your thing. I don't have to wonder how you stay so fit, because you just do it and nothing else." Sylvester pushed away strands of his dreadlocks away from his face. "I'd say that you'd grow a little jealous when chicks dig a guy like me, but then I forget that you're married." Alex took a few steps forward as he kept his eyes on Sylvester's abs. "I'd be jealous, anyway. I wish I'd have muscles like yours." "All you have to do is work hard for it." "Yeah, and I get to be like you. But I know that it's impossible. I'm always working." Alex didn't stop gazing at Sylvester's chest. "I do wish I had a body like yours, though. It would make me feel so much better." Sylvester didn't do anything when Alex started to touch his chest with his fingers and slid them slowly across the skin. "You know something...I really do envy you. You have everything that a man could ask for. You're a good man. I can feel it." He brought himself closer to Sylvester and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I wish I can feel you just a little more." It didn't surprise Sylvester at all. The African-American man always had a fondness for other men. Alex's actions did, however, put him in his own bewilderment. "Why are you doing this?" All of a sudden, Alex pushed himself away from Sylvester and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have done that." Sylvester gave him a solemn glance. "This doesn't have anything to do with your marriage, is it?" "I think it's time I leave. I'm really sorry about this. It's not what you think. Just forget that I ever did that." Alex turned around and returned to the garage. Sylvester followed him and watched him leave the driveway to head straight for his house, which was only two blocks away. Sylvester never thought that a man like Alex would have accepted a sudden attraction for other men. Either he still hid in the closet or a personal dilemma led him away from his conventional desires. Either way, Sylvester needed time to understand the white man's motives. * * * When he made it home, Alex had second thoughts once again about making his way inside. He stopped on the sidewalk and saw that the lights on the other side of the living room window remained active. He walked around in a circle on the sidewalk. He remembered the last time he and Lois (his wife of the same age) had a casual conversation. It didn't end on a high note. Now, he felt conflicted. A repeat of Lois's most recent outburst would definitely be something to be upset about. Alex slid his fingers across his blond hair. He never expected his wife of three years to change so much. He sighed as he decided to face his fears, even if it could cost him his freedom for the night. He opened the front door and walked inside the house. He found her at the kitchen table, reading a magazine. She looked up and gave him an inquisitive stare, a common trait this time around. "So where have you been? Have you been walking around the neighborhood again? You know you're just wasting your damn time when you do that. Why be so alone when I'm here waiting for you at home?" Alex replied, "I've been having some quality time with one of our neighbors. Sylvester's been showing me how to exercise properly." She stood up from her chair. "Why would he teach you something that you don't even have time for?" "I might be able to exercise when I have the time. I need more muscles." Lois narrowed her eyes. "What you need is to come home on time so that I don't have to worry about where you are. Why do you keeping doing this?" Alex had to prepare himself for this. "We're adults. We can handle a little off-time. It's not my fault that you can't face a little reality here and there." "Don't blame this all on me! YOU'RE the one who isn't thinking clearly. You actually think that you'll have enough time to jog and use some stupid barbell? This is why you have so little friends. It's because you don't use your brain!" "Stop treating me like I'm sort of lowlife!" "Or what? You'll punch me in the face? Do it. I dare you! Do you know what happens to men who punch women in the face? Do you want me to tell you what happens to them in prison? Do you want me to share even the most gruesome details?" Alex shook his head. "I wouldn't listen, anyway." "You never listen. That's the problem." The woman's typical eruption of fury lasted until dinner. Until then, they didn't speak to each other. They just stayed in separate rooms. Alex spent his time alone in the living room, while Lois spent her time elsewhere. He didn't know where she was in the house, and he didn't care. He sat on the couch trying to suppress the incoming despair that would ruin his opportunity for a steady recovery. He had to fight back tears while grabbing hold of the armrest as tightly as he could. He wanted to ask why his own wife would say such deplorable things. But he knew that as soon as he would start with the first question, she would lash out at him once more. He buried his face in his hands. The paradise that he had longed for had departed from this house and would seldom check back for a temporary holiday. When husband and wife went to bed, they lay facing away from each other. Alex lay on his side and didn't close his eyes just yet. With the lights turned off, he stared at the empty white wall in front of him. He wished he could hold his wife in his arms as they slept through the night. Unfortunately, Lois would fight against it, seeing as how their relationship had taken a slow progressive turn for the worst. Alex finally closed his eyes. He didn't let his nightly reverie take control of his five senses. Instead, he imagined himself outside, wandering through the streets of Fullerton all alone at night. At this time, Southern California would be a stunning display with its gold-colored street lights. Deep within his imagination, Alex saw himself running away from Lois, who still had a choice of words for him. He spent his time taking a casual stroll through Fullerton's metropolitan district. There, he spotted his neighbor in a random alley. Just the mere sight of Sylvester in his black t-shirt and blue jeans brought a smile to Alex's face. Alex ran for him and gave him a hug. Sylvester wrapped his arms around his waist. Alex didn't feel remorse as he and his neighbor hugged each other in the darkness. Alex could hear Lois's voice calling out for him, but he didn't want to listen. In his mind, he never felt so content to be caught in someone's tight cuddle. Alex opened his eyes to find himself in the same bedroom as before. He turned his head to see that his wife had already fallen asleep. Even if she had her back turned, he could hear her breathing through her nostrils. Alex closed his eyes again. This time, he let himself lose consciousness and drift off into an eight-hour reverie. For a moment, he had regained his high spirits just by imagining Sylvester hugging him with his thick and beefy arms. To protect him from distress that has lasted for two-and-a-half years. * * * It didn't get any better on the next day. As soon as he came home from work, Alex dreaded the moment that he opened the front door and stepped inside the silent yet lethal space where Lois would prepare for the absolute worst for him. As he brought out his set of keys from his pocket, his right hand started to shiver. He had to take his time turning the key to unlock the front door. Once he was inside his home, he saw a change of scenery in the living room. The movie posters that he had hung on the walls were torn down. Bits and pieces of paper lay scattered on the carpet. Furthermore, his Blu-ray collection on the shelves became non-existent as all of the plastic cases also lay on the floor, some of which had been opened and the discs themselves discarded. Alex tightened his fists. He had already predicted Lois's current mental state. He had to watch out for her mood swings. He felt fortunate that he wasn't present in the room when the carnage had taken effect. Alex took a deep breath as he collected the torn movie posters and threw them in the trash can. But before he could pick up his Blu-ray discs from the carpet, Lois had arrived with a stern look in her eyes. Alex tried to ignore her while putting his Blu-ray movies back on the shelves. She stayed still at the entryway to watch him clean up after her sudden outburst. She asked him, "Are you mad at me?" "Of course, I am. This shouldn't have happened." Lois stayed calm as she said, "You should have stopped me. This couldn't have happened if you stopped me." Alex tried to hide his frustration. "How would I do that? I just came home. You're not making any sense." It didn't take long for Lois to change her tone. She pointed her finger at him and said, "Don't try to question me. Just listen!" Alex tried hard not to lash out at her. "Stop thinking that I'm some sort of loser. I've supported you all the way, and this is how you repay me?!" "I'm surprised that you can say that with a straight face. You never said anything about my job, my friends, not even my family." "I've always been there for you! Stop lying to yourself!" Lois picked up an ash tray from an end table and threw it at him. It hit him on the shoulder. "Don't shout at me! I hate it when you do that! You don't deserve to have an opinion. You're just pathetic, and that's it!" She picked up a glass from the coffee table and made her husband the primary target. Luckily, Alex dodged the incoming projectile by crouching down at the right moment. The glass broke just as it hit the wall. Alex kept his composure unaffected by verbal aggression. "Please don't do this again. I can't take it anymore." "If I'm this way, it's your damn fault!" Alex walked away without saying another word. He moved right past his wife and left for the patio. He could hear her screaming, "Oh, is that what you're going to do? You're just gonna run away from me? How does it feel to be a coward? You stupid wuss! You're not a man. You're a little boy. A worthless little boy! You're a piece of shit! You're a fucking miserable piece of shit!" Once inside the backyard, Alex leaned against the wall and kept himself hidden from the kitchen window. He could hear Lois scream from the kitchen. "Come back inside or I'll kick you out for good!" He wanted to stay outside, away from her malevolent tendencies. His entire body started to shiver. He yearned for his wife to revert back to her original form, the one where she provided support and complete affection. Two-and-a-half years of maltreatment would break any man apart, especially if it originated from someone he loved. He wanted to leave this place. He would have gone to a friend's house, but they would never believe his stories. They would just tell him to laugh it off and just find the strength to defend himself. He would visit his parents, but they would see him as a pitiful creature destined for failure. Only one person would understand what he went through all this time. Without delay, Alex left the backyard and headed for the side gate. He didn't want to tell Lois where he would run off to for the night. He just wanted to see Sylvester again. * * * Despite what transpired in his house, the afternoon walk had grown calm and free of annoyances. The clear blue sky blended well with the warm summer breeze that managed to ward off negative thoughts in his brain. The entire suburban neighborhood generated everlasting tranquility. Alex welcomed the environment, the natural refreshment that eased his pain and suffering. When he reached Sylvester's residence, his SUV had been parked on the driveway. Alex breathed a sigh of relief. He knocked on the front door and waited for Sylvester to open it. When he opened it and revealed himself on the other side, Sylvester wore what Alex had already envisioned: black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He gave his neighbor a little smile and asked, "Can I come in?" Sylvester looked curious. "What brings you here?" "I just want to spend time away from home." Sylvester may have understood because he backed away and let him inside. "What happened?" Alex could feel his frustration trying to fight back against the protective shell in the form of his skull. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to relive it again." "I understand." Alex stared at the other end of the main hallway. "So have you been working out today?" Sylvester nodded. "I sure did. I completed everything for today." "Can I see the home gym again?" Sylvester almost hesitated. "Sure, why not?" He led Alex back into the garage via the door on the opposite end of the hallway. He turned on the fluorescent lights that hung on the ceiling. Alex stood right in front of the equipment that gave Sylvester opportunity for a longer and healthier life. He began to touch the solid surface of the barbell. Just the sight of the equipment made him feel safe and secure. His wife no longer gave off the appropriate vibe that guaranteed him safety and support. "I'm so weak." Sylvester remarked, "Why are you saying that to yourself?" Alex was on the verge of tears. "I don't know what to do anymore. Lois is driving me crazy, and no one is there to help me. I sometimes wish for a miracle." "How bad is it?" Alex closed his eyes to conceal their watery surface. "I wish for someone to protect me from my afflictions." He could hear Sylvester taking a few steps forward and saying, "I'm willing to help you." Alex finally had tears to shed. "I like the sound of that." He turned around to see Sylvester standing right in front of him. Alex, who was only a few inches shorter than Sylvester, couldn't stop starring at the black man. He appeared so charismatic and confident. Alex wiped away the tears in his eyes. "I want something from you." "What is it?" "Let me see your bare chest again." "And what would be the point?" "It'll make me feel a whole lot better." Sylvester slowly raised an eyebrow. "Will it, now?" "Let me see." Sylvester took one step back and took off his shirt before setting it down on the cool concrete floor. Once again, Alex found himself thunderstruck by the other man's hefty abs. He almost licked his lips while observing the powerful formation denoting exceptional health. "You have no idea how good it makes me feel." Alex raised his arms and laid his fingers on Sylvester's hairless chest. The ruggedness felt warm and comforting. Alex drew deeper breaths as he slid his fingers further down. Overwhelmed with a new sensation unforeseen by any standards, the twenty-five-year-old man leaned over and kissed the dark skin without hesitation. Sylvester's physique helped Alex forget about his troubles. As a matter of fact, Sylvester's overall appearance helped feed his reprieve as well as his curiosity. Alex let out a long sigh. "I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help myself." He rested his head against Sylvester's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. Broken Halo Sylvester whispered, "Entering new territory isn't so bad once you get the hang of it. He wrapped his own arms around Alex's waist. Alex, now devoid of a more negative outlook, had never felt so relieved. This might have become the deliverance he had been searching for all this time. Sylvester's warm body made him want more than just a friendly hug. Sylvester may have read his mind because he slid his right hand down Alex's pants after unzipping it. The fingers had come into contact with his genitalia. Alex gasped. He had never had someone do something like this before. But he didn't fight against it. He let it happen. Sylvester murmured, "If I were you, I wouldn't feel afraid." Alex looked down to see Sylvester's entire right hand buried between cotton and flesh. He could feel the fingers caressing his penis, which slowly grew more rock-solid because of the intimate reaction below the waist. He looked up to see a little smile forming on Sylvester's face. Alex smiled as well. "I'm so glad to have met you." Without any warning whatsoever, the young white man gave Sylvester a long and zealous kiss. Sylvester grabbed him by his blond hair and pushed their lips even closer together. Their warm embrace grew even tighter. Their unbreakable amity no longer had boundaries for a deeper exploration. Sylvester didn't stop fondling Alex's cock even as they experience an extension of their insatiable kiss. The half-naked black man suddenly grabbed hold of the cock and slid his fingers up and down in a slow manner. Alex had to stop their kiss for a moment to breathe deep. "Oh, please...let me have it." Sylvester chuckled. "If you insist." He turned Alex around and continued to encourage his cock with an elaborate rhythmic motion. Alex held on to Sylvester's arms while he managed to acknowledge his growing stimulation with the use of another man's hand. The fingers did well to produce more exhilaration in his body and mind. Alex whispered, "Oh...Oh, I can feel it." Sylvester pulled the cock from out of its hiding place and added a little more vigor to his current vibrations. Alex gave in to his newborn elation. "Oh...Oh, yes!" Sylvester's intoxicating strokes already grew quicker with each passing second. And that was when Alex could feel his eventual release drawing ever so nearer. He cried out, "It's coming! Don't stop! It's coming!" He gasped as soon as his ejaculation became an inescapable certainty. His velvety fluids burst out of his shaft and landed on the concrete floor. Small puddles of his manmade milk now lay sprawled out on the cool surface. Alex could finally relax after his neighbor did wonders to his mental mechanisms. As he was still being held in Sylvester's sturdy arms, he looked down at the floor and felt satisfied with the result. He turned his head to look directly at Sylvester up close. "I'm so glad this happened." He gave his companion another long kiss. They had to separate when the doorbell rang. Absolute fear revisited his mindset once more. "That must be Lois." Sylvester let him go and whispered, "Stay here. I'll see who's at the door." He left Alex alone in the garage and headed for the front door. * * * He opened the door to find Alex's brunette wife standing on the porch. She smiled and asked, "Have you seen my husband around?" Sylvester shook his head. "Not since yesterday. Why? Is there something wrong?" Lois quickly replied, "No, no, nothing's wrong. It's just that he hasn't come home from work yet." "Maybe he's gone off to spend time with his friends." "That's impossible. He wouldn't just go away without even telling me. That's just not like him." Sylvester didn't want to hear any more of this. "All right, I understand. If I ever see him, I'll remind him to give you a call. But I shouldn't be too worried about it. He's a good man. I'm sure he'll come back soon." Lois shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say." She exited the premises, leaving Sylvester alone with his close acquaintance yet again. When he returned to the garage, he found Alex crouching down and staring at the mess he made on the floor. He gave a little smile as he said, "Do you mind if I clean up?" Sylvester folded his arms across his chest. "Let me see how it's done." Alex bent down and lowered his head to the floor. He used his tongue to lick off the milky deposits from the concrete and place them directly into his mouth. Sylvester didn't complain at all. Seeing his neighbor cleaning up after himself would become the highlight of this day. Alex slow and elaborate licks made it all the more enthralling. It made him look like a man who was willing to submit to Sylvester's most ominous desires. Alex had transformed to a fragile creature who sought salvation from the most unexpected person imaginable. Once he made the floor absolutely spotless, he stood up straight and wiped away a little smudge on his upper lip with his fingers. "I'm starting to like how I taste." Sylvester chuckled. "You were right. Your wife was at the door and asked where you went." "What did you tell her?" "I told her that you'd come back real soon." Alex frowned. "That doesn't sound good at all. Now, she's going to hurt me even more." "It doesn't have to be this way." "I know." Alex zipped up his pants. "I should go back." "Are you just saying that to make yourself feel better?" "At least I'm trying to." Sylvester stood right in front of the hallway door. "I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay here for as long as I want." "You really mean that?" "You better believe it." Sylvester grabbed him by the arms and pulled him closer. The kiss felt a little different, knowing that the remnants of Alex's juice were still attached to his lips. But Sylvester didn't care. He still wanted his neighbor to stay here no matter what. Total security was appropriate for Alex when he needed it the most. Sylvester wasted no time in getting what both of them wanted in the first place. He reached down and took off Alex's pants and boxer shorts before reaching for his t-shirt and throwing it down on the floor with the rest of the apparel. Alex almost laughed. "You're making me feel very mischievous, and I can't get enough of it." Sylvester took off his own pants and boxer shorts. Showing off his uncovered body seemed to have benefited Alex's mental capacities, because he could do nothing but smile. "I don't think I can help myself." Sylvester pointed at the rubber gym mat lying alongside the barbell. "Lie down so you don't have to." It happened so fast. Alex and Sylvester lay naked together. They disregarded any justification for their actions as they lost track of time. Sylvester did everything to keep Alex in a positive state. With his black cock shoved deep inside Alex, he experienced an upsurge of his undying adrenaline. Alex didn't fight it off, and he saw no reason to. His loud moans gave a clear sign that he acknowledged this turn of events that he himself had been waiting for. As Sylvester took complete control over both of their bodies, they wanted nothing to stop them from undergoing completion. The thrusts gained momentum. Alex's moans grew even louder. The humidity in the room rose almost drastically. Their inevitable encounter had become a success. Sylvester could see that Alex almost had trouble with his massive import. The white man squeezed his eyes shut while moaning almost uncontrollably. That didn't stop Sylvester from continuing his dominant thrusts. The acceleration in his body became a progressive feat as the two of them prepared for the pinnacle of their interaction. And when they brought about the most powerful feeling that they ever experienced, they finally had time to relax and hold each other in their arms. They remained silent while lying on the gym mat. * * * Seven days had passed since the incident in Sylvester's closed garage. He and his neighbor didn't see each other since. He started to wonder what transpired between Alex and Lois. He stopped imagining the possibilities when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and found Alex on the porch, holding two duffel bags in each hand. Sylvester asked, "So what happened?" Alex sighed. "She filed for divorce a few days ago. She didn't want to deal with any of my shit. Now, I have nowhere else to go." "She took the house." "Sad, isn't it? All I have left are my clothes and my movies." Sylvester could see his eyes starting to grow a little watery. He led him inside and assured him of a brand new place to stay. "She didn't find out about this thing between us, did she?" Alex replied, "If she did, she would've killed me right on the spot." Sylvester nodded. He led him into the living room and watched him place his duffel bags in the corner. He almost caught sight of the tear that began to slide down Alex's cheek before he quickly wiped it away with his hand. Sylvester asked, "Do you think you'll be okay?" Alex looked out the window where the setting sun completed its slow descent and darkened the sky with dimmer shades. "I knew this would happen some day. Ever since she changed her ways, I just wanted to get it over with and let her separate from me. Now that it came true...it still hurts." "I'm really sorry." Alex appeared absolutely defeated. "Hold me, please." Sylvester did just that. He wrapped his arms around Alex and held him tight. Alex demonstrated his approval by giving him a kiss. "Please tell me that I can stay here for a little while." Sylvester replied, "You can stay here a little longer." Their embrace assured them of their changed status, their friendship going beyond the boundaries that trapped them in their conventional standards. Sylvester hoped that nothing would stand in their way, and he was certain that Alex felt the same. Broken Hands Matt I woke to the beeping of a heart monitor. Beep ... Beep. I opened my eyes to see Amanda, my beautiful step-sister sitting with her head in her hands. She sobbed and sniffed before looking up, and seeing my eyes were open. She leapt out of her chair. "Matt!" She cried with a smile on her face. "You're awake! Thank god! I was so nervous!" Her golden blonde hair hung over and grazed my face as she leaned to give me a big hug. "Morning Sis," I said, though my throat was scratchy, "What's going on? What happened to me?" "You don't remember?" The last thing I remembered was leaving my economics class to drive home. I shook my head. "You were in a car wreck; a drunk driver almost killed you." She tilted her head and grabbed my wrist above my heavily bandaged hand. "But you're okay now, just a couple of broken hands and a bruised rib." It felt worse than that. My entire body ached like I'd been hit by a car. You were hit by a car, I realized. "How long have I been out?" I asked. "Just a day and a half. The doctor says we can go home whenever you're up to it." "Okay, let's go then," I said, anxious to get home and in my own bed. Amanda went out in the hall to speak to the doctor, and I looked at both my casted hands. What a nightmare. How would I survive like this? Amanda walked in with a serious-looking doctor in blue scrubs. "Matthew," he said, "you've been in a serious accident, you should stay at least another night, and there's also the Matter of your home care. Will your parents be taking care of you?" Amanda shook her head. "No, we're orphans, so to speak. Our parents were remarried, but then they both died in a car wreck." "Then who will look after you?" the doctor asked me, instead of Amanda. "I will," Amanda replied. "Well, we can't release him unless you're of legal age." "Of course, I am," She said, her face beaming, "I turned 18 two months ago." "Amanda you can't. What about your classes? I'll figure something else out," I said. I felt terrible that she would be stuck with the burden. "Don't you worry about it," She said leaning in to kiss me on the cheek again. The smell of her cinnamon perfume made me feel like home. I loved my step-sister. "I don't want to stay here Doc, I want to go home." The doctor nodded his head, and Amanda wheeled me out in a wheelchair not ten minutes later. I passed a few days sleeping. I didn't have the energy to do anything else. Amanda brought me my food and kept me company for as long as I felt like talking. About three days in I was gaining more of my usual energy back, but I was still stuck inside. I couldn't sleep that night and I rolled over to a clock reading 2 AM. I felt a stirring in my cock which meant he was coming back to life as well, and he hadn't had release for some time. I pulled the covers off myself and touched my dick with my casted hands. The cast was hard and callous against the soft skin of my shaft. Shit. I'll never be able to jerk off. Instead, I wrapped my soft sheet and blanket around the cast and tried again, but the hardness of my cast was felt straight through the soft material of both. Fuck. I turned over and tried to sleep, but now my cock was raging hard. I ground it into the Mattress beneath me, the Mattress yielded and the friction felt good. This could work. I ground away slowly while I yearned for release. Suddenly, the room filled with light as Amanda opened the door and walked in. "Matt! Oh my goodness I'm sorry!" I rolled over quickly, embarrassment settling in my loins causing my cock to feel unsettled. "Jesus, Amanda haven't you heard of knocking?" "I'm sorry I just heard noises and thought you might need help." "Well, I Do," I said, desperation leaking from my voice. "But not the kind you can give me." I closed my eyes. This was a fucking nightmare. Amanda approached my bed, her feet falling softly on the floor until she sat. "I'm sorry, Matt, I know things are hard for you." I chuckled; she had no idea how hard. "But you're right that's the one thing I can't help with. You're my step-brother." I was joking when I told her I needed help, but she took it as a serious request. I re-opened my eyes to stare at her. She wore just a sports bra which barely contained her perky huge tits and a pair of old running shorts. For the first time, maybe because I was so horny, but I realized just how sexy Amanda was. Toned and tight and beautiful. "Be good Matt," she said, as she watched my eyes drink her in. "I'll leave you now. I won't bother you again, call if you need me." She kissed me on the cheek and I saw her huge cleavage as she leaned down. "I love you," She said. Once she left I went right back to grinding my dick into my Mattress, but this time, I was thinking of her perky tits in that sports bra. I couldn't cum, and I was frustrated beyond belief. I thought twice about calling out for Amanda and begging her to help me. I finally fell asleep that night unsatisfied, craving my step-sisters huge tits and tight ass. The next morning Amanda woke me up by pulling the blinds in my room. The light flooded and my eyes jerked open to see her. She sat in a chair next to my bed and handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. "Thanks," I said. "No Problem. Eat that, then we need to get you a bath, you seriously stink." She said laughing and holding her nose. "Hey it's not my fault; my nurse should probably take care of cleaning me!" She punched my arm playfully. "Ouch," I said through a smile, "Now the nurse is abusive as well! This is the worst care ever!" "I'm not your nurse asshole, and you better be more appreciative!" I couldn't help but laugh as I ate my breakfast and she stood to walk to my dresser. "Here put these on," she said throwing me a pair of swim trunks. "What? I can't take a bath with a swimsuit on," I said. "Well, you're not going to be naked, especially after what I saw last night." Her eyes looked suspiciously toward my groin. "I'm your step-sister after all! I know I heard more of ... whatever it was ... going on after I left so I hope you took care of it." I sighed, thinking about the awkwardness of the topic. "No I didn't, and I don't know why you have to play coy, you know exactly what I was doing." She frowned and crossed her arms causing her big tits to bunch up under her white v-neck tee shirt. "Well, I'm sorry, but you're wearing the trunks." I put them on and walked to the bathroom behind Amanda. God, I wish my hands weren't in casts so I could just jerk off. Her peach ass swaying in front of my eyes got me rock hard before I even got to the bathroom. She ran the hot water and turned to me. "Sit," she said. I lowered myself into the hot water with Amanda's help. It felt amazingly soothing on my aching body as it seeped into my pores. Amanda took a bar of soap and leaned over the tub toward me. She gently started stroking my chest with the soap and her tits continued to bob in my face. My cock was rock hard, I couldn't hide it. She looked down and saw my eyes lingering on her tits, and then she looked at my dick. The bulge out of the thin fabric of my wet swimsuit was almost 8 inches long, and it was pointed directly at her. She shook her head and let a 'tsk' escape her luscious lips. I smelled her breath which was sweet like mangos. "What are you going to do about that?" Amanda asked. I know what we can do with it, I thought. You can take it in your hand and jerk me off. Make me cum all over my step-sister's huge tits while you lick and suck me. "I don't know Amanda," I sighed. "I just think it will work itself out eventually, but it's torture." I sighed. "Well, I've been thinking, and maybe I can help." My dick renewed its throbbing. "Really? You would do that for me?" She smiled and sat on the lip of the tub and kissed my cheek. "I'd do anything for you. I know you're really frustrated and angry." Amanda bit the corner of her lower lip. "It can only be my hands. You're my step-brother." I wanted to scream out thanks to god, but I kept my cool. "You're right, that's fine." I agreed. What else could I do? Her hand dropped the soap into the water and she placed it on my chest. She rubbed my chest down to my stomach, then onto my waistband. Her hand was so soft and warm; I needed it on my cock. She wrapped her long delicate fingers around my pole outside of my swim trunks. Just a thin layer of fabric separated her hand from my dick. "Oh my god," She said, her chestnut eyes wide. "It's so big." She stroked me through the swimsuit squeezing my dick hard and stroking me quickly then slowly causing her tits to bounce in my face. My dick was aching and throbbing against my swim trunks. Her hand squeezing me felt amazing, but my cock yearned for release. "Almost there Matt?" She asked. "I can't believe I'm doing this to my step-brother." "Well, It feels good, but maybe you can take my pants off?" Her grin turned sideways in a cautious glance. "I don't know," She said. "You sure this is the only time? You'll be okay after this?" "I'm sure Amanda. Please, I just really need it." She smiled, grabbed the waistband, and pulled my swimsuit down. Her eyes grew even wider, like a cartoon's, as my cock sprang free. Its purple head beaded with pre-cum. "Oh, my god," She whispered before reaching out, and wrapping her hands around my shaft. That first touch caused a shiver through my body. I couldn't believe how good just her hand felt. It was like a lightning bolt through my body. She held her hand tight around my cock for a moment. Pulsing it, feeling it, then she slowly began to work it. She gripped the foreskin and slowly worked it up and down my shaft. Her soft fingers rubbed so gently on the head of my cock at the top of every stroke, and worked deep into my hips at the bottom. I moaned as she eyed my cock hungrily. She pumped my cock up and down while I thrust my hips up to meet her. I stared at her huge tits and imagined the taste her fleshy nipples while her eyes and hand never left my cock. I fucked her soft squeezing fingers until I felt my release burning inside of me. "I'm going to cum," I said. "Do it Step-Bro, Cum for your Step-sis. I want to see you cum for me." My cock pulsed as cum shot out all over her huge bouncing breasts. She gasped as she watched the cum shoot forward toward her and landed on her chest. The warm semen trickled down into her cleavage as she continued to stroke and milk my cock. I settled into the bath and let out a long sigh. She still didn't let go of my cock as she used her other hand to wipe the cum off the skin of her tits. I saw a moment of hesitation pass where her eyes lingered hungrily on the warm cum in her hand. I was sure she would lick it off her fingers before she rubbed it into the tub. "Right then," she said, finally releasing my cock from her grip. "I think you're nice and clean." She stood to leave and threw a towel on the toilet. "I think you can dry yourself off." I laid back down in the tub hoping things wouldn't be weird with my step-sister, but that's exactly what happened. Broken Hands Matt Pt. 02 The next morning Amanda woke me up with a kiss on the lips. It felt soft and warm and I savored the taste of sugar on her tongue. I opened my eyes and smiled, "good morning big sister nurse." She smiled back at me, "good morning little brother patient. I'm sorry I was weird last night after ... You know ... I hope we can go back to normal." I breathed a sigh of relief. The night before had been awkward. Amanda barely so much as looked at me all night before declaring herself tired incredibly early and going to bed. I was glad she came to peace with our borderline incestuous act. "No problem Amanda, I love you. I promise I won't be weird if you are okay." She laughed at me, "Okay no weirdness, we'll pretend like it never happened." Ugh. No! I wanted to pretend like it did happen! I needed more. "Okay, never happened," I heard the words come out of my lips despite my brain's protest. "Good, what would you like for breakfast?" You. "I guess I could settle for some waffles." "Okay, coming right up." She smiled cheerfully standing up to leave. "Amanda," I said, and she turned back around. "What about that kiss, if we're pretending it never happened?" Her eyes went to the floor as she fidgeted her hands in front of her. "Um ... I guess. I don't know it just felt right." She sounded so embarrassed I felt terrible. "Just kidding Sis, glad it's all good. I love you." With that, she turned and left. Moments later I smelled waffles and I knew it wasn't over. Not by a long shot. # A few days went by without incident as my horniness was abated by the tub hand job, but eventually, my dick began to scream for release. I lay in my bed one night, horny again. How could I win my step-sister over? I began humping my Mattress, desperate for some way to make my cock feel good. God, it had been days since Amanda helped me. I used to jerk off two or three times a day! I imagined her melon tits in her soft white tee shirt and humped. It wouldn't help. I just had to get her close to me. I called out, "Amanda." No response. Only darkness. "Amanda!" I yelled a little louder. I heard rustling from the next room and knew she heard me that time. Moments later the door creaked open, "What is it, Matty?" She asked, wiping her hand over her tired eyes. She wore only a small tee-shirt, and a pair of panties. I knew she liked to sleep this way, but I never saw it before. In her half-sleepwalking state, she must have forgotten to put on shorts. My dick went from hard to razor sharp as I looked at those pink panties and the outline of her pussy under her tight flat stomach. "I can't sleep again," I said. She sighed and walked over to my bed, and as she turned to sit down I saw her amazingly sculpted ass, not covered at all by her thong panty. "Maybe you can just lay with me a bit?" I asked trying not to sound too excited. "I don't know if that's a good idea, Matt," she said. "No weirdness," I blurted out though I had every intention of trying to make things weird. "I promise." She smiled softly. "Fine, scoot over." I shifted my weight toward the wall of my bedroom and lifted the covers for her. My cock swung forth from beneath, staring right at her. "Oh my god, Matt!" Amanda cried out in a disgusted tone. "You're naked!" I knew she was faking the disgust, because her eyes locked on my massive member again, and they told me she wanted it. I laughed. "Of course, I am, Amanda, I always sleep naked. Like I said, though, no weirdness." She hesitated a moment, then sighed and slid into the bed next to me, with her back facing me. I nestled next to her, smelling her musk. Her hair was like a gentle breeze caressing my nose. I rubbed my entire body up the length of her back, including my cock directly into the crevice of her ass. "Matt!" She called. "What?" "You know what, get that thing under control." She swatted her hand over her shoulder at my face. "You know I can't. Plus it's not hurting anyone." "Fine, I'm going back to sleep," she said. "Just try to get some rest." I waited a few minutes feeling her warmth against me. Her toned ass was torturing me as I pressed my cock between it. Once her breathing turned peaceful, and I thought she might actually be asleep, I began grinding harder and harder between her asscheeks. I felt the soft channel between her ass cheeks gently squeeze my cock between her as I drove my cock up and down its warm softness. I felt her body naturally buck back at me, or maybe she was awake, but I didn't care. All I could feel was her amazingly soft but toned ass squeezing my cock. I felt myself building toward climax when my cock slipped between her legs and ground right up into her barely clad pussy opening. Amanda gasped in front of me as the head pressed into her clit, and I could tell she had been awake, though she still pretended to sleep. I drove my cock harder against the pink panty barrier to her sweet pussy. The panties were warm and drenched wet in her fluid, so they were flexible and hugged my cock with a million sweet wet kisses. She let out a suppressed moan, as the head of my cock felt her warmth close around it. My dick would not be denied by the thin barrier of her panties, it continued onward driving her panties inside of her with it. I wanted to continue, I wanted to rip straight through those panties and fuck her all night, but the warmth closing around just the tip of my head, covered in her panty material, sent stars through my head. I came into her panties and into her pussy in huge convulsions of pleasure like I never felt before. The warmth and tenderness made my dick throb as her channel squeezed just the head inside of it. I felt my seed dripping out, and realized I had never really entered her, and probably just felt her lips around the smallest tip of my cock head. I fell asleep anyway and felt amazing as my dick stayed nestled between her lips. # I woke up the next morning to Amanda moving in front of me. She gyrated and her pussy lips caressed my cock just enough to make it spring back to full girth though I doubted if it softened much all night. I tried to grab her hips and pull her back toward me, pressing my dick firmly between her legs, but my casts didn't allow me to fully grip her, and so she was able to wiggle free. She let out a giggle. "No, no, Mister. You were bad enough last night." She slapped my hands away from her hips and leapt out of the bed like a rabbit running from a wolf. I laid back down in my bed and sighed, at least now she was playing along, and no longer feeling weird about things. # A couple days later I watched Amanda shop in a crowded lingerie store in the local mall. I had not been out of the house in days, so I had begged her to take me somewhere, anywhere. I had not expected to end up here. Her idea of a favor was taking me to the mall. I sat listening to sterilized pop songs stream from unseen speakers and drank a far too sugary slushy. I exhaled a long deep sigh. As people streamed by, I saw a pair of girls around my age. Both were blonde, with nice bodies, and I was glad to observe their swaying hips in tight yoga pants which accentuated beautifully sculpted, toned asses. They chattered as they walked by me without so much as a glance toward me and my broken hands. The ladies entered the rows of panties and bras Amanda was exploring, and as the two blondes walked by my step sister I realized that while I had been gawking at them they were nothing compared to Amanda. Amanda had a much nicer ass, from her years of gymnastics I was sure, and his tits were larger then both girls by far. The most prominent difference, however, was her lean stomach. While the two other girls were skinny, Amanda was toned like a model, curve and tight in all the right places. My step-sister was a goddess, and I marveled at myself for never having noticed before the past couple of weeks. I stood and began walking over to her. I had to be near here. The lighting in the store was dimmer then the main hallway of the mall, so her face was outlined in soft features making her appear even more beautiful. My heart lifted. She looked at a turquoise bra she was holding gently in her hand. I imagined what her beautiful tits would look like in the soft material realizing I had still never seen them, despite the activity which transpired between us the last few weeks. "Hey sis," I said. Her eyes flickered up to me and she smiled. "Hey Matty, bored sitting alone? I'm sorry I'll only be a few more minutes." "No, it's not that," I said. "I really enjoy watching you." Her eyes returned back to the bra as her eyelids fluttered. "Matt, you shouldn't say things like that." "I know, Amanda, but I'm sick of beating around the bush with this. I think you're the most beautiful girl ever. I just want you to know how I really feel." She said nothing as the bustle of shoppers around us continued to move past, an endless sea of people breaking around us which shrouded our strange relationship in normalcy. I lifted her chin in my casted hand, trying to be as gentle as possible, so the rough material didn't scrape her and leaned closer to her lips. "Can't we just pretend, after all, you're not my real sister, and no one here even knows we're step-siblings. They can all think I'm your boyfriend." I leaned in to kiss her in the middle of the store. Her lips were soft on mine, like a satin pillowcase in the morning. My cock instantly hardened as I realized I was in the middle of the mall, tonguing my own step-sister. It was too hot. I wanted to feel more of her. I had to. I reached down to attempt to grab her ass as I pulled her tiny frame closer to mine. My hands could not feel her butt, but still my hand went there anyway. I felt her warmth despite my casts; it radiated out from her pussy, letting me know she was aroused too. I squeezed her huge tits against me and felt them pressed against my chest. She breathed into my mouth and I tasted her breath, sweet like honeydew before she drew away from me and swatted my hands. "Even if you were my boyfriend that would be too much PDA mister." She winked at me. I tried to draw her back in, but again she swatted me away. "Enough! Just wait till I get you home." # When we arrived home Amanda went upstairs to unpack her new bra and panties. I waited on the sofa thinking about her. Half of me wanted to chase her upstairs and throw her down and take her. Patience I told myself, she's about to crack. "Matty," Amanda called down the steps and I sat up straight as a board. "Yes," I said. "Come up here, I think it's high time we gave you another bath don't you think?" I did think so. I jumped up from the couch and was upstairs before I could even think about what she'd said. She laughed as she saw me bouncing my way up the stairs. She stood with her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, to keep it from the water. And she wore the same outfit as the first time she bathed me; a white tee shirt, cut low to show her DD breasts, and a pair of black shorts, skimpy and plain. "Don't get too excited Matty, you just stink is all." "Okay, you're right," I said, smelling myself despite knowing what she was really after. I did stink, though, like a teenage boy's gym locker. I went into the bathroom and waited for Amanda to join me. She turned on the hot water and looked at me with a sultry grin. "Where's my bathing suit?" I asked, jokingly. She smiled and took a playful swing at my arm. "You behave or I will make you wear one again. Now strip." Her eyes were on my cock before I could remove my shorts, and I knew she was dying to get another look. I pulled my shirt off first, and then my shorts. My cock was rock hard again, feeling her gaze upon it. Her deep breaths drew her tits in and out, and I stared at them intently. I would finally see them, I swore to myself. I had a plan. I lowered my body into the soothing water, careful not to get my casts wet. Then I leaned back and relaxed and let her rub me down with soap. Her hands started rubbing the slick bar against my chest, then she continued downward. She skipped down to my calfs just when I thought she would work my cock with the soap. Then as she worked her way up the inside of my thighs I saw her eyes hungrily looking at my dick, and she bit her lip. "I suppose we should wash him too right?" She asked. "Yes, I suppose someone has to. I certainly can't." my breath was ragged. She leaned forward and started rubbing the soap against my cock, careful not to touch it with her hands. She circled the slick soap up and down the inside of my thighs, tickled my asshole with it, and returned to the shaft. She rubbed the soap along the shaft teasing me with the slick pressure. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she dropped the soap and started massaging my cock with her delicate fingers. "Just gotta work the soap in deep right, Matty?" "Right sis," I said. She jerked my cock hard and fast, using the slick soap as a gentle lubricant. Her fingers were tight and warm, and I stared at her bobbing tits and she jerked me off. I had to see them. I put my plan in motion. I moaned in pleasure, and jerked my hips upwards into her hand as hard as I could causing water to splash up from around the tub and into her white tee shirt covered tits. She jumped backward from the wave, and looked at me with suspicion. "Sorry," I said. "It just felt really good, why don't you take that off? It's all wet now." Her eyebrow raised as she stood. A slight grin twisted on her lips. "I suppose I've seen all of you right?" She said. I nodded my eyes eager. She peeled the white shirt off her toned wet stomach. Her bra held in her tan breasts, wild beasts ready to be freed. She unclasped the bra and her tits were free. They didn't sag from being released, in fact quite the opposite. Despite their massive size, they hovered as if sitting on an invisible shelf. Her nipples were small, and evenly centered, with plump cherry bite sized buds. Perfect. My dick resurged at the site of them as she leaned back over me and began stroking me again. I leaned in and kissed her neck, careful to be gentle as she stroked me. A moan escaped her lips, and I continued to nipple my way down the soft flesh of her neck until I reached the change in flesh that marked her breasts. I rubbed my face into them as I made my way to her nipple. I popped it into my mouth and swallowed hungrily on the swollen morsel. I heard Amanda moan loudly and squeal, "Matty, you're so bad." I smiled and enjoyed the feeling of her tits pressed against my face. Eventually, she leaned forward stealing her breasts from my mouth, and I let out a cry of complaint until I realized where she was going. She leaned forward away from me to lick a bit of precum off my cock. Her hungry eyes looked back up at me as she just barely licked the tip. She couldn't stop herself any longer and she licked up my shaft with her tongue, like warm velvet stroking me, before plunging the head of my cock into her mouth. It wrapped around me like a warm glove, stroking, wet and soft. I cried out as the feeling as she continued to jerk me into her mouth. Stroking the shaft while sucking strongly on the head. I was about to cum, I couldn't handle anymore. "Amanda, I'm gonna cum," I said loudly, jerking my hips and causing water to slosh in and out of the tub. I didn't care, I was in ecstasy, stars shot through my brain as warmth exploded, and Amanda plunged my cock all the way down her throat to accept my seed pouring out. She slurped and sucked and gaged on my engorged cock as it cascaded semen down her throat. I closed my eyes and could think of nothing but her lips, and tongue as she milked my cock dry. She swallowed every drop, not releasing my member until it began to shrivel inside her mouth. I cried when it was released into the cold air. "All clean Matty," Amanda said. "Although I think I'm a little dirty?" My mind swirled as to what she would do next. I knew she couldn't mean what I thought she meant. But she did, and my wildest fantasies came true as she leaned over to grab her waistband. Her tits dangled lovely in front of her as she lowered her wet black shorts down from her hips to the floor, and stepped out of them. She stood there completely naked before me, and my mouth hit the floor. S he looked at me and giggled. "Maybe you should invite me in so I can clean up as well Matty?" I could barely speak, my mouth watered as I parted my lips to talk. "Yeah, Um ... sure, come on in and we'll clean you up." I shifted in the tub noticing there was not much room for her to squeeze in until I realized she was going to lay right on top of me. She looked down and stepped into the tub straddling me, and lowered herself on top of me. She pressed her toned wet flesh against mine, and I was in heaven. The feeling of her huge naked breasts pressed against me while her pussy ground on my re-engorged cock was too much. I tilted my head back and moaned into her breasts. "I wish I could help wash you with my hands, Amanda," I said, and I meant it. My casts were truly the death of me, as I couldn't squeeze or fondle her amazing ass or tits. I couldn't grab her hips and drive my cock into her. I was at her mercy. Amanda didn't skip a beat as she began lathering me up again. "That's alright Matty, You're plenty soapy I'll just get clean from you." Once a thick lather sheened across my chest she began rubbing her breasts against me. The slipperiness of the soap caused her to glide gently, easily, against my skin. Her hips continue to pulsate against me. With each gyration she lifted the engorged head of my cock right up into the opening of her pussy, until it hung there, begging for entrance, and fell out. I swore it would slide in every time, but every time it slipped out. I grunted with each miss. "Careful, Amanda, it might slip in, I'm so hard, and you're so wet." "What might slip in Matty? It's okay I'm just getting clean right?" Her voice was rough with passion and desire. Her hot breath warmed my neck. "Yeah, you gotta get clean," I said. "And I can only get clean by rubbing against you," She said and continued to buck her small, amazing frame against me. Again my cock lingered on the entrance of her pussy, and she looked down to me, locking my eyes. "I love you Matty," she said, then plunged my cock deep into her warm velvet pussy. I gasped onto a nipple I was biting and called out, "I love you too, Amanda. I can't believe I'm fucking my step-sister." "Believe it stud," She said while grinding her hips hard into mine, driving my cock deeper and deeper into her. The water sloshed through the tub as she rode me, gently. She leaned back from me, pressing her hands into my chest so I could no longer reach her breasts with my mouth, but the new angle of her back caused her butt to clasp around the base of my shaft. I felt the smooth fit mounds of her ass cheeks against my lap and cock as she lifted up and down. Every time my cock left her pussy, her ass squeezed me again. Her back arched in a way that made my animal desires fire. I leveled my wrists on her hips and drove into her, her small, tight leg muscles felt wonderful. I saw myself enter and exit her as my casts were soaked in water, but I didn't care. She looked into my eyes and I wrapped my wrists around her neck. My soaked casts were heavy and awkward, but I pulled her into me again. I couldn't feel her ass pressed into my lap anymore, but her huge tits and tight stomach pressed into my chest. Broken Hands Matt Pt. 02 I locked my lips with hers and inhaled her sweet breath and she panted and ground her hips into my cock. I broke the kiss and pulled her face to my neck. She nibbled on my neck while I licked her ear. My cock continued to pound into her as she licked my neck. I couldn't control myself. "Amanda I'm gonna cum." "Do it Matt! I want it inside me!" My dick surged again, impossibly growing harder. The thought of letting her milk me was intoxicating. "But what if I get you pregnant?" "I'm on the pill," She panted, her voice ragged, "Just do it. I'm going to cum too!" I took one last lick of her plump lips and drove my cock as deep inside of her as I could. My body wracked with spasms as I shot loads of steaming cum inside my step sister. "Oh ... My ... God ..." She cried out, her neck arched backward, eyes rolled in the back of her head. Her pussy clamped on my cock, smooth as velvet as she rocked and rocked, grinding her clit into my hips. I never felt anything like it in my life. As I came down, my cock stayed hard, I licked her nipple as it gradually shrank inside of her. I could not get enough of her body. We kissed again, and I sucked her lips into my mouth savoring every taste. Eventually, my cock did fall out of her, back into the warm tub. "Thanks, Step-Sis, You're the best nurse ever." She giggled. "No problem, but I think my nursing skills need some work, look at your casts!" I looked down at the shriveled water-logged casts. "Yeah, I guess we'll have to go back to the doctor, but look at the bright side. Even if you're bad with bandage management, your bedside manner is top notch." She laughed at me and kissed me again, before climbing out of the tub. I slapped her ass with the back of a ruined cast, and thanked my lucky accident for our new-found relationship.