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                              Nancy's Find
                               by Old Fart

Copyright© 2005 by Old Fart


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Description: You remember Nancy from Wes & Les and Leslie. The candy striper who likes girls? Well, this is her story. A Wes & Les story.

Codes: mf ff rom 1st teen inc oral
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Chapter 1

My name is Nancy Norris. I'm 18 years old and a senior at Grossmont High School. I've been working as a candy striper at Grossmont hospital ever since I was 16, a little over two years now.

I'm a virgin.

My first sexual feelings were confusing. I guess everyone's are. But my confusion was over which gender I wanted to have sex with. All the boys I knew seemed rough and violent. I heard stories of pain and blood and guys concentrating on themselves, leaving the woman wanting. Plus, the only time my parents seemed to have anything to do with me was when they warned me about boys and what they were like. According to my mother, they were the devil incarnate, only after one thing, ready to discard innocent girls once they got what they desired.

Girls, on the other hand, couldn't be like that. They knew what made them feel good, so they could make other girls feel good. No clumsy, big fingers, fumbling around for a few seconds. No blood, no pain. Tenderness, caring, a loving touch.

At 13, I made the mistake of telling a girl in P.E. how I felt. Somehow I got the idea she felt the same. Boy, was that a mistake. It seemed like I'd hardly dried myself off from the shower when the girls started calling me "The Lezzy." They still do. Not to my face but behind my back. It hurts. I used to cry myself to sleep about it until my mother started complaining about my crying at night. She never took the trouble to find out why. She just complained because it bothered her.

My work at the hospital became my salvation. Nobody there knew or cared about how I felt about the opposite sex. I was there to work and that's what I did. Sometimes I felt that some people felt I was there to be a slave, but I enjoyed helping people, even if it meant cleaning up after them.

I didn't realize how lonely I was until Dr. Bradley started working. He took over the surgery department and immediately started looking for ways to make things better. All of a sudden, I was an expert. Me, the lowly little candy striper. He actually had a meeting with me to discuss how the candy stripers could work with the doctors and the nurses to make the hospital a better place.

It was an actual discussion, not a lecture. The first thing he did was ask what I thought should be done. It was the first time I hadn't been told what to do, where to go or when to do it.

It felt so good to be valued. To be treated as if I meant something. He actually called me Sunshine. He'd come up to me when I was waiting by someone's wheelchair while they were getting an x-ray, put his arm on my shoulder and ask how things were going. And the guy actually wanted to know.

I could have fallen for him if I let myself. I know I had, and still have, a serious case of hero worship. It would have been futile to make the effort to get him to love me, though. His heart was taken before our first meeting. In fact, he set up the meeting while in the cafeteria with the woman of his dreams. Not my words, his.

Her name is Susan Bond, mother of three and wife. Yes, wife. From what I've heard, her husband had been cheating on her for years. It had gotten pretty bad recently with him spending time with the latest of his women, claiming to be out of town, working. Their oldest, a boy, was hit by a car and was in pretty bad shape. He was in a coma, had a broken back, a couple of broken legs and he lost both kidneys. Fortunately, the daughter was a perfect match and volunteered one of hers. Evidently, the jerk was too busy to visit them or even find out how they were doing. I don't know if Dr. Bradley and Mrs. Bond fell in love or she decided to throw the bum out first. But he was definitely smitten and was waiting for her to be free five minutes after he came out of surgery to tell her about her boy.

They eventually got married and are expecting their first child. There was something weird about that whole thing. There were too many stories about him staying away from her until she was divorced and totally free to believe otherwise. But she's way too fat, way too soon if he did. Or somebody else planted that baby in her.

That's all beside the point. The point is, I began to think that maybe all the stuff I heard about men wasn't true about all men. Dr. Bradley, or Jeff, as he had me call him, wasn't a brute, only interested in women to have his way with them and dump them. The way he was with me, his daughter and her best friend, the way he was with Mrs. Bond, neither was the way a brute would behave. Sure, I saw plenty of guys I could believe would behave that way. But not all of them. Maybe the right one could be found.

The Bond family played a big part in my growth. Wes, the boy, was going to be out of it for a long time. Jeff had a theory that he was in a coma to be able to heal his body and that he'd wake up when he was ready. Les, his sister, was an active 15 year old girl who had to take it easy for a while because she'd donated a kidney to Wes. The convention was to keep her in the hospital for a couple of weeks. He would be there until he recovered or died. Even if it took years.

Jeff figured a person could stay in bed at home just as easily as in the hospital. And for a lot less money. Neither of them needed someone around 24 hours a day. So he asked me how I felt about being a guinea pig in an experiment of his. He wanted to send both of them home way before they "should" be and have me go over and keep an eye on them two or three times a day. I'd get trained on how to change an IV and change the dressings on their wounds, as well as how to handle wastes for both of them. He'd make house calls whenever it was needed, so I didn't have to be responsible for putting in an IV needle, giving shots, or any of the more technical stuff. Although I did take Wes' pulse and temperature a few times. Of course, I also got to bathe the two of them.

Leslie's best friend was named Samantha. They had some kind of a falling out, about Wes, I think. It was obvious from the first time I saw her that Sam was in love with Wes. She was at his side almost 24 hours a day while he was in the hospital and she spent most of the time next to his bed when he came home. She lived next door, so could she come by at a moment's notice.

At first, Sam was a pain in the ass. It was as if she was trying to take over my job. But I began to realize it was love for him that motivated her and not anything to do with me. And she eventually did take over, leaving me with virtually nothing to do. By that time, the experiment had been determined a success. Having Sam take over was viewed as a possible solution in this type case. Provide almost constant care while training a loved one (or loved ones) to take over, then ease off until they could handle it.

Sam was in the process of taking over Wes, but that still left Les. Of course, she was a typical active 15 year old and staying in bed was driving her crazy. She'd been getting up and going to the bathroom by herself for a couple of days when Jeff told her she was starting to stink and that she should go outside and let Sam hose her off and wash her hair.

I got there and saw she wasn't in her room. There wasn't anybody around to tell me what happened to her and I just happened to open the door to the back yard and saw her laying on a chaise lounge, naked as the day she was born except for her bandage. Sam was washing her off.

My first thought was that Sam had taken it upon herself to do this and that something terrible was going to happen to Les. God only knows what. Maybe water would get into the wound and poison her or something. I confronted Sam from the back porch and she told me that Jeff had told her to wash Les.

I made my way back there and before I knew it, there was a soapy washcloth with my hand on one side and Leslie's butt on the other.

Now Leslie is a beautiful girl. She was a cheerleader before her surgery and her body is in perfect shape. Plus, being 15 and a little (little, hell, a lot) developed for her age, everything is firm and soft and just the way it should be. Her body was designed for one thing, and that was attracting others.

There's something indescribable about running a warm, soapy washcloth over a perfect body. I got into the textures, the firmness of her muscles, the tone of her body and the washcloth glided across her. It was fascinating to watch the soap flow away as I used a cup to dispense water on her back. Or to feel the slight twitch then relaxation as I used the edge of my hand to squeegee her off.

Before I knew it, I was rubbing her perfect breasts with my bare hands. At her request. Sam had some snide comments but Les basically told her to buzz off. At one point I started doing it more professionally but Les told me to put some feeling in it instead of acting like I was washing a car. I ended off by drying her body with a towel.

I got her into the house and she lay down on the couch, resting after her walk in from the back yard. I went upstairs and helped get Wes out of bed and into a chair for a shampoo, haircut and a shave. Try moving a teenage boy who's complete dead weight and has 20 pounds of plaster on him. Not fun.

I went back downstairs and asked Les if she would like a massage. She agreed and chose mineral oil instead of powder. I helped her upstairs and got her on a clean sheet on top of her bed. When I asked her if she wanted to be clothed or nude, she thought about it and chose nude.

I gave her a good full body massage. She had a lot of tension in her body. Strange how just laying around will do that. I'm sure the body enjoyed having the muscles pulled and pushed and kneaded. She was certainly moaning enough.

She was finally done. The only place I hadn't massaged was between her legs. And then she asked if I ever played with myself. She could have breathed hard at that point and knocked me over. I told her I did and she asked if I would play with her. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees next to her bed, massaging her private parts and she was climaxing. Right after that, Sam and Mrs. Bond came running in the room to see what was happening. And my hand was still between her legs.

I was surprised how good they were about it. They had me help put Wes back into his bed and then Mrs. Bond invited me downstairs for a snack or something to drink. I figured I was dead meat. She didn't say anything about the incident upstairs for the longest time. Then she laid her hand on mine, smiled, and said,

"Nancy, I want to thank you for all you've done today for my daughter. I'm going to tell Dr. Bradley that you showed a lot of initiative and went way beyond the call of duty."

I must have looked scared.

"And that's all I'm going to tell him, Nancy." She squeezed my hand, smiled and offered me another cookie.

Nothing more was said about it for a few days. I broke down at the hospital and told Jeff and offered my resignation, which he promptly refused. While I had enjoyed exploring Leslie's body and making her come with my hand, I became extremely turned on and got no physical satisfaction. And the fear and guilt I felt until Mrs. Bond talked to me didn't help things.

I was out in the back yard one day when Les finally came up to me and said she needed to thank me for what I did. She said I had no idea how she felt and then must have seen something on my face. She realized I knew exactly how she had felt before I helped her out.

At that time Jeff came out, talking about how her scar was healing and inviting me to come back for dinner, which he was going to barbecue. I couldn't hold it in and ran into the house, crying.

Les came into Wes' room where I was hiding and told me how sorry she was and that she didn't realize what she'd done to me. She hoped I understood but she wasn't really that way. It all boiled down to it was fine for me to take care of her but if she did it to me, there was something wrong with her.

She did agree to be a friend if I ever needed someone to talk to and I have to admit, she has been. We eat lunch two or three times a month at school and one of us will call the other up if something's bothering us. She's done some things that I'm not aware of and most of the football team and the cheer leading squad won't have anything to do with her.

So, what did I find out from all this? I found that men are not the only ones who are out for what they can get, leaving you in the lurch when they get it. And I learned I wasn't only interested in girls as I thought I was. I wanted someone to love. Someone who would love me back.



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Chapter 2

Grossmont's the oldest school in the district. In fact, it's called the Grossmont High School District. The second school to come around was Helix High School. We have a big rivalry in all sports but it shows up the most in football. We always have our homecoming game against Helix.

I usually eat out on the quad, my back to a tree, a good book in my hand. Les came over to me during lunch on the Tuesday of homecoming week. She wanted to go to the football game on Friday and didn't have anybody to go with. Sam wasn't interested and she wasn't on speaking terms with the cheer leaders.

I've never gotten into football. I don't know the first thing about it. I tried to politely tell her I didn't want to go.

I'll say one thing about Les. If she ever becomes a politician, the voters better hope she's on their side. I believe she can convince just about anyone to do just about anything. The only person I've ever seen who isn't putty in her hands is Jeff, her stepfather. By the time lunch was over, I'd not only agreed to go to the game with her, but I was going to pick her up and drive her. Which may have been the reason she chose me to convince.

As I say, I'd never paid much attention to football. But I found myself watching the activities with interest for the rest of the week. I got into the spirit of things at Friday's pep rally and cheered with the rest of them. I was really looking forward to the game. And hoping that Grossmont would beat the Highlanders.

I decided to get over to the Bond / Bradley house early and check up on Wes. Not that I had to, now that Jeff was living there as the head of the household. But Wes was my patient and I was interested.

Sam was up in his room with him, talking to him, telling him how the movements she was putting his legs through were going to condition them so he'd be walking in no time. I wasn't quite sure about that, but the exercise couldn't hurt them and her talking to him might help him out. Jeff had discussed his theories about comas and was convinced that people in a coma had some awareness of their surroundings, even if they didn't remember when they awoke. We talked for a minute or two, almost all about his condition. She said she felt he was getting ready to come back, she just felt he was a little closer when she was talking to him. I had no opinion about that.

Les and I drove to the game. We both wore our blue and gold so we'd fit in with the crowd and show support of our team. Les had a pair of jeans that looked like they'd been painted on her.

We got to the game early. Les had told me to bring a blanket for when it got cold. We found some seats about five rows up and settled in, then Les said she wanted to walk around. It didn't take much convincing for me to leave my blanket on the seat and follow her.

We went down to the rail that separated the seats from the field. The team was running onto the field to do their warm up exercises.

One of the players looked over at us and Les shouted "Hey, Wilson, what's new?" He sort of sneered and turned away.

The next guy she talked to was completely different. "Hey, Bubba!"

This huge kid in a football uniform broke ranks and came over to the rail. "Hey, Les. How goes it?"

"Oh, you know, it goes."

"Who's your friend?"

"Bubba, this is Nancy. Nancy, this is Bubba. Nancy took care of me and my brother when we got out of the hospital. And a little while we were there, too. Nance, Bubba here is a genuine hero, ever ready to defend a lady's honor."

He actually reddened. Here's a guy who must be 5'11", 275, and he blushes. "Heck, anyone would do the same thing."

"Come on Bubba. You were there. The point is nobody did the same thing. I was about 15 seconds and one book from being dead meat. You saved my sorry little ass."

"Now look who's talking, Les. Those pants make it pretty clear you don't have anything like a sorry little ass."

I think she would have said more but the coach came up to Bubba and blew his whistle a couple of feet from his ear. "If you don't mind, Mr. Albert, we have a game to get ready for."

"Yes, Coach. So long, Les. It was good meeting you, Nancy."

We continued to walk around the stadium. "What was all that about 15 seconds and a book?"

"Oh, just a situation I found myself in. Bubba was very supportive. He's been a good friend since I made the cheer squad. A lot of people think he's just a stupid football player and that's all. There's a lot more to Bubba than meets the eye. I'd rather have Bubba for a friend than any of these supposed football heroes. Anyway, he's a pretty good football hero, too. Which I'm sure you'll see in the game tonight."

The next people we ran into were Jeff and Mrs. Bradley. She was all bundled up in a fur jacket. He was dressed in one of those old long coats from the roaring 20s. He had a weird cap with YALE on it and a pennant on a stick, also with YALE. Mrs. Bradley look joyous. Not just happy. She had that pregnant glow and she was in love. You could probably tell that from the other side of the stadium by looking at her. We talked for a few minutes and then continued around the stands.

Les spotted someone and jumped up excitedly. "Mr. Johnson! Mr. Johnson!"

I saw an old man sitting between two equally as old ladies, up towards the top of the seats, smiling and waving. Les was practically running up the steps. I had no choice but to follow.

I got up there, panting a little. Les was in the middle of the row, hugging the old man, the way people do, their shoulders touching, the rest of their bodies pulled out so there wouldn't be any contact that could be construed as inappropriate. His face was over her shoulder, beaming as if he'd found a long-lost friend.

They released and Les said hello to the two women. They were civil enough but obviously not as close as she and he.

Les told me to come on over, don't be a fool standing on the stairs. I worked my way in and she introduced me to Mrs. Badger and Mrs. Crowley. They each said they were happy to meet me and shook my hand. There was no attempt at conversation from either of them.

"And this is my good friend, Mr. Johnson. Sam met him in the hospital while I was under. We met a few weeks after I got home, when I went for a walk around the neighborhood. Mr. Johnson is one of my best friends."

I held out my hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Johnson."

He took my hand and held it in the palm of his right hand. And then he laid his left hand on top. I felt warmth, security, contentment. His face had a big smile on it and his eyes sparkled.

"Nancy. You're the girl who took care of my Leslie and her brother, aren't you?"

"Yes, I guess so. It really wasn't anything special."

"Nancy, don't ever underrate yourself. You have a gift. Leslie has told me about you and how you have a way of healing the soul as well as the body. That's a very special quality. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't, Sir."

"Please. Donald. Heaven knows there are few enough people around how are willing to be a friend. Sir I don't need. Now, I would like to ask you a favor, if it's not too bold."

"Anything, Donald."

"That's better. You know, I feel I know you, after all the things Les and Samantha have told me about you, not to mention Dr. and Mrs. Bradley. If you don't mind, I'd like to give you a hug."

"I don't mind, Sir. I mean Donald. I would like that very much."

He wrapped his arms around me, just like he had with Les. I put mine around him and tightened them when he did his. I could feel the warmth and the love, similar to what I'd felt when he held my hand but now it permeated my whole body. We eventually broke apart.

"Thank you, Nancy. I needed that."

"Thank you, Donald."

"Nancy, some of my greatest pleasure is in talking to my young friends Leslie and Samantha. I would be very happy if you would talk with me some time so I can find out a little about you."

"I'd be happy, too, Donald."

"Very good. Why don't you work something out with Leslie and the two of you can come over to my house sometime. We'll talk a little and get to know each other and you'll find out that I'm safe. And then maybe the next time you can come over by yourself and the two of us can talk."

"I'd like that, Donald."

"Good. It's a date, then. Now, I'm sure you have better things to do than watch the game with a bunch of old people. It looks like things are about to start happening. You two better get back to your seats."

On the way back to our seats, we ran into a girl I'd seen around school but never met.

"Les!"

"Hi, Vicky. Are you here with anyone?"

"Not really."

"Would you like to sit with us?"

"Sure. That would be great."

"Vick, this is Nancy. Nancy, Vick. Nancy took care of Wes and Me when we got home. Vicky used to be on the cheer squad and got tired of the politics like I did."

I figured I'd be left to my own for the game, even though we were sitting next to each other. I was wrong. Les took care to make me feel part of the game, explaining the plays, what the teams were doing and what the penalties meant.

She also pointed out Bubba on a lot of plays. He was on defense and lined up just off to the side and in front of the Helix center. Most of the time, the poor kid didn't even have time to stand up before Bubba was past him, going after the quarterback or whoever he'd given the ball to. Many times the center would end up on his butt. As would whoever happened to be unfortunate enough to have the ball.

By the end of the first half, we were ahead 10-7. The Foothiller's Marching Band, along with the flag corps and even the cheer leaders, put on a hell of a show. Our mascot was a frontiersman with fringed leather coat and a coonskin cap. He whooped and hollered and brought the crowd along with him. Much better than those fairies with the bagpipes that Helix had.

On the third play of the second half, Bubba ran into the quarterback and knocked him on his ass. The play took place right in front of us. We could hear the pop as they hit each other.

Bubba sort of staggered around a bit, as if he was shook up. He brought his hand up to the upper part of his chest and then his knees gave out and he kind of sagged onto the ground. I saw someone vault over the handrail and onto the field out of the corner of my eye and then heard my name being called. I looked closer at the man running toward Bubba and realized it was Jeff.

I followed him out to the middle of the field. By now, Jeff was down on his knees and had Bubba's head in his hands.

"Nancy. Help me ease his jersey down past these shoulder pads. I think he broke his collarbone. Be careful."

I set to work and made one of the guys come over and hold the side I'd worked down in place while I got the other. Once that was done, we removed the shoulder pads.

"OK. He needs to get to the hospital. Nancy, I want you to ride in the ambulance with him and make sure he stays as still as you can."

The words were no more out of his mouth than an ambulance drove up to the sideline. The attendants ran out, rolling a stretcher. We carefully lifted him up on the stretcher and six of the team carried it back to the ambulance so it wouldn't vibrate on the ground.

I got in back with Bubba and we left for the hospital.



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Chapter 3

Bubba was quiet but I could tell he was hurting. He held his teeth tightly together and there was sweat all over his brow. And it wasn't warm. He kept his left hand pressed against the area.

I did my best to keep him still. Of course, the gurney he was on was secured to the floor and he had a strap wrapped around him so he wouldn't fall off, but he would move going around the corners if I wasn't there.

"You're Leslie's friend, aren't you."

"Yes, I am."

"Nancy. Right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, this is a hell of a way to get you to go out with me."

I laughed when he said that. "You're funny."

"I wasn't trying to be funny. I would have said something earlier if Coach hadn't come up and blown that stupid whistle in my ear. And if I wasn't so afraid of being turned down."

"Oh, I can't believe that. Who would turn you down?"

He laughed, then stopped short, pressing his hand into his collarbone tighter.

"That hurts. Don't sound so surprised. It happens. Not too often because I don't put myself out there very much."

"What, a big strong football player like you?"

"I may be strong, but I'm definitely big. Hell, I weigh 287. I had scarlet fever when I was a kid and it took two years to get through the fourth grade. So I'm older than all the kids here. Most girls think I'm just another fat, stupid jock."

I leaned my left arm over him, holding on to his waist so he wouldn't slide or roll. I took his right hand in mine.

"I don't think you're fat. Or stupid."

We pulled into the hospital and backed up into the emergency ramp. The back doors slammed open and the attendants unlatched and then slid out the gurney. I saw Jeff waiting inside the sliding doors to the emergency room. He was bent over, examining Bubba even as they wheeled him in.

I got out of the ambulance to find Mrs. Bond standing near the entrance.

"Hello, Nancy. How are you tonight?"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Bradley.'

"Nancy, don't you think we know each other well enough for you to call me Sue? You call my husband by his first name."

"I'm sorry. I was just brought up to call adults by their last name."

"I appreciate that Nancy, but you've got to be 18. And we've been through a lot together. I'd really like it if you called me Sue. 'Mrs. Bradley' makes me feel so old."

"OK. Sue."

"Well, I'm sure my husband is going to be here a while. He thinks he's the only doctor in this hospital who knows what he's doing. Can I give you a ride home?"

"No, I think I'll stick around for a bit, Sue. I can catch a ride with someone else."

"The reason you want to stick around wouldn't have anything to do with that football player in there, would it?"

"Yeah, he might have something to do with it."

"Well, good for you. You deserve to have someone special."

"Well, I don't know how special he'll be to me. But he did say he'd like to go out with me."

"Good luck, Nancy. You deserve it." She took my shoulders and leaned over, kissing me on the cheek. She was the first person to ever do something like that for me. My mother thought showing affection for anyone was a sign of weakness. The way she put it, you left yourself wide open to being taken advantage of by even being nice to someone.

Sue left and the two ambulance attendants came out, pushing their gurney. I headed aimlessly back into the emergency room.

Jeff came out of the examination room. "Hey, Nancy. Just the person I need. Get over here."

I followed him into the room. His body was blocking my view of his hands.

"Come here. I want you to hold this."

I walked around him and saw that he was holding out Bubba's hand. Both of them grinned at me as I took it from him.

"You know, Anthony, I don't do this for just anyone. Nancy's my best candy striper and only special patients get her services. Isn't that right, Nancy."

"Anthony. I like that. Can I call you Anthony?"

"Well, I don't know. Everyone calls me Bubba. The only one who calls me my real name is my mom. You'd have to be real special for me to let you."

"Anthony. I like that."

"OK, you two. That's enough. We have a medical procedure we need to go through, you know."

He reached around and grabbed a syringe with a needle that had to be at least six inches long. Bubba's eyes got wide as he filled it with fluid.

"Just squeeze her hand if you want. She can take it. Heck, you're a big guy. If the horses don't mind this thing, why should you? This won't hurt much. Or, maybe it will. I've never gotten one of these myself."

He sunk the needle in Bubba in several places near the fracture, inserting a little of the shot in each place.

"OK. You should start to lose feeling in that area... right... about... now."

His hand went loose in mine and he got a dopey look on his face.

"This stuff is pretty good, Doc."

"Yeah, the horses seem to like it, too. Now that you're suitably doped up, let's see if we can fix this thing."

He poked and prodded with a couple of fingers of each hand, covering the whole bone at the top of Anthony's chest, below the neck. He ended up with the middle and index fingers of each hand pointing at each other. If it was a clock, it would be about 4:30.

"Here you go, Nancy. Feel right here."

I did.

"Feel where it's broken there?"

"Yes."

"Now watch this. Stand back. You may want to put on some safety goggles for this. And I need you to watch what I do in case you need to do it later."

He did something with the heels of his hands on either side of the broken area. I could see movement under the skin. Bubba just lay there and grinned.

"OK, Nance. Feel it now.'

I felt but couldn't find anything. "Is that it?"

"No. I just put things back the way they should be. Now, I need to stabilize it so it will heal."

He reached back to the table and got a contraption that looked like the offspring of an Ace bandage and a piece of plastic.

"This is a figure-of-8 bandage. You will wear this for the rest of your life or until this thing heals, whichever comes first. Nancy, help me get him up. No, sitting up. Anthony, put your legs over the edge of the table here."

We got him situated and I helped Jeff ease the thing on him. It was like a three dimensional figure 8, going around each shoulder, with wide bands around the back and front.

"All right. Now, you can see that this is going to make you be like you're standing at attention. Shoulders back, pushing out that clavicle. I expect you to have perfect posture by the time I get through with you.

"Now, I guess you've figured out that there's no real way to put a cast on this thing. The way you handle a broken collarbone is with the PRICE therapy."

"PRICE therapy? What's that?"

"We've just done the first one. Protection of the extremity. The splice will keep it where it should be. If anything happens so it moves out of place again, you either need to have Nancy push it back into place or get a hold of me somehow. And I'll warn you, without that little shot I gave you, it's going to hurt to move it back. So take it easy.

"The R stands for rest. Not sleeping all day, but you can do some of that. I don't want you to do anything that will stress the fracture. The basic rule is, if it hurts, don't do it. I wouldn't suggest any golfing with all the spare time you're going to have.

"I is for Ice. If it swells up, put some ice on it. Or have Nancy do it. I don't want you throwing it out of whack again to ice it up.

"C is for compression. The splint should take care of that. I think they put that in there because they needed a C to make a word.

"And E is Elevation. The injury should be above the heart. The more it is, the faster it will heal. You're going to need to use some extra pillows when you sleep. I'm sure Nancy will be more than happy to fluff them for you. And definitely, no standing on your head for a while. Any questions?"

"How long?"

The ballpark figure is about twelve weeks. You're in pretty good shape, I assume you heal pretty well. So, you may beat that time. You can probably go back to school in about three, but I want to check you over before you do. I'm afraid you're going to have to call it quits on football for the rest of the season. Our team's probably going to suck without you, but that can't be helped. Do you play the piano?"

"No, I don't. Why?"

"Well, if you don't play the piano, I'm sure not going to tell you you'll be able to once you heal."

"Will I be able to play football after?"

"I don't see why not. If you don't rush into anything and push yourself, you'll be better than new. A few weeks from now, we'll get Nancy trained on some exercises and she can abuse you with those. Provided you two are still talking to each other."

He squeezed my hand as much as he was able after the shot. "I don't think that will be a problem."

"Well, good for you. Now, I have a pregnant wife at home who needs me. We'll get you a room for the night and Nancy can start your treatment with some ice right now. And I'm going to write you a prescription for some pain pills. Don't get too used to them. I'm not going to let you keep renewing it."

"That's OK, Doc. I don't use the stuff. And thanks."

"Well, they give me these slips of paper and I have to fill them out. Keep it in case you change your mind."

Jeff took off for the admitting desk. A few minutes later a couple of orderlies helped me get Anthony into a wheelchair and into his room.



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Chapter 4

Grossmont has standard beds they can roll into rooms when a family member is going to stay with a patient. They are used in the case of critical or terminal patients for the most part. I noticed that there was one next to the hospital bed in Anthony's room. Somehow I knew Jeff was responsible for that extra bed being in there.

After we got him situated, I told him to stay put while I got an ice pack.

"Yeah, like I'm going to go anywhere in this outfit."

He probably could have walked in the figure-of-8 and I knew he'd be able to once he got used to it. But I doubted he would be able to do much of anything after the shot Jeff had given him. He was smiling a lot, though.

Speaking of smiling, there was a lot of it going on when I went down to the nurse's station to get the ice pack. A couple of jokes were made about taking care of my patient. I'm afraid I didn't get one of them, something about taking care of any swelling that occurred, until I was halfway back to the room. When it finally hit me what they were talking about, I turned around. My face felt hot, so I know it was red. It just got some giggles from the two nurses. I realized they were laughing with me, maybe for me, but not at me. It felt good. Almost as if I belonged.

I came back in the room and he looked up at me.

"Ahh. Nancy. My old buddy, my old pal. Come on over here and lay one on me."

"Bubba, the only thing I'm going to lay on you is this ice pack."

"Come on, Babe. That's no fun. I feel good. Come give me some lovin'."

He made a feeble attempt to grab me which I was able to avoid with no trouble.

"Easy, Big Boy. You're going to hurt yourself. Just lie back and relax."

"But I want to hold you. Come on, Girl."

"If you don't settle down, I'm going to tie you to that bed."

"Really? You'd do that to me? I've heard about that."

"Good Lord, Bubba, you are too much. What am I going to do with you?"

"Come 'ere. I've got some ideas."

I was able to keep his hands where they belonged and hold the ice pack against the swelling. I almost choked as I thought about the comment I'd gotten from the nurse at the end of the hall. A couple of minutes later, he was sleeping like a baby, snoring away. He snored. How adorable.

The swelling went down a bit. I refilled the ice pack and left it sitting right on top of the fracture. Now that he was asleep, I tied him to the bed to keep him from moving around and harming himself. Just a strap across his chest, but it should immobilize him. He still had that goofy grin on his face, even asleep.

It was late now, probably a little after 1 in the morning. Things were quiet and we hadn't been disturbed since I went for the ice the first time. I knew they trusted me to watch over him and nobody would come in the room unless I called for help. I was sure Jeff would be back to look in on his patient, but that wouldn't be until the morning.

Bubba had been changed into the standard hospital garb while in the examination room. You know the one, the white gown with gray spots on it that has a big slit up the back. I don't know who designed that thing but I'm convinced he had a warped sense of humor. I eased up the sheets and looked down. I could see the muscular legs, covered in hair. He was a big boy but it was practically all muscle. He didn't look fat, just large. I glanced up at his face. He still had the smile, was still snoring a little each time he took a breath, though not as loudly as before.

I took a deep breath and reached down, taking the bottom edge of the gown between my fingers. I started to lift it but it just moved a bit before it stopped. His body was on top of it, holding it down. I moved my hand down a bit closer to the bed and pulled out. The gown came out a bit and he started to lift his leg, snorting at the same time. I dropped the gown, pulled my hand out and let the sheets fall, backing away from the bed.

He still had the smile. He made some kind of snorting sound and continued to sleep. I let him be for a couple of minutes before I built up the courage to continue. I lifted the sheets and lifted the hem of the gown. This time it came right up.

I'd seen pictures but never the real thing. The most surprising thing was the amount of hair. I'd been in high school for four years so I'd seen lots of girls in gym class with varying amounts of hair. I shouldn't have been surprised that a man would have a lot of hair down there but I was. It was curly and just about the same color as the hair on his head. A very pretty brown. I checked to make sure he was still asleep and used my index finger to feel it. It was soft yet kinky. A couple of different textures at the same time.

His legs were together. His scrotum was sitting on top of them, in the little valley where they joined together. It too was covered in hair. Above the scrotum and below the majority of the hair was his penis. I expected this big angry thing, thrusting about, ready to invade and cleave open the nearest woman. It wasn't like that at all. This was a lot smaller, maybe a little larger around than the hole I'd make by joining my thumb and index finger. I don't know if it was sunk into him or not, but I could only see about four inches of length. It was lying down, curving a little. I used my finger to lift it up a bit, putting the finger underneath the head. It bent and slipped out of my hand. It also seemed to get a little firmer as soon as I touched it. Not much, but I could definitely feel a little difference.

The foreskin was a little up over the head. I could see the outline of a ridge at the bottom of the glans under the skin. It came up another 3/8" or so further. I expected a round hole at the tip but there was a slot there instead. There was a loose hair caught between the loose skin and the crown, over on the far side from me. I used my nail against my thumb to grab it and pull it out. I was surprised at how much hair I pulled out. The thing had to be an inch and a half long. He moved a little and groaned as I removed it.

I looked up and saw he was still sleeping. I was getting braver and braver as time went on. I took a deep breath and lay the top of the sheets over to the far side of him, exposing him from his head down to about the middle of his thighs. It wasn't impressive yet it was beautiful. I took another breath and lifted the end up, taking it just inside my mouth. He'd come straight off the football field after over a half a game of playing hard. I could taste of salt and musk and Man. I worked my tongue under the foreskin and encountered something almost solid. Not as solid as lint but similar. It had a bitter taste to it.

I felt hands on my head. Well, it was too late now. I was caught. I looked up and it looked like he was still asleep. Maybe the hands were an involuntary reaction, a reflex. I took a little more in my mouth, exploring the texture with my tongue. I felt it expand in my mouth. No doubt about it this time; it was getting larger.

I'd reached a crossroads. I could probably write off everything up to this point as satisfying my curiosity. Now he was starting to be stimulated, whether he was consciously aware of it or not. If I continued, it would be strictly to stimulate him sexually, to complete a sexual act.

I'd heard the stories of the nurse and the patient, and there were some rumors about some of the nurses that I was certain were more than mere stories. Was I willing to enter those ranks? Was it ethical to take advantage of a drugged patient simply for my own satisfaction? And for that matter, was it fair to Anthony to get him to this point and then stop?

I was way beyond curious at this point. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to please him with my mouth and tongue and make him spew his seed into my mouth and then into my belly. I closed my eyes and went for it. By the urgency I felt from the hands on my head, I knew at some level Anthony was with me 100% on this decision.

I sucked, I licked, I tasted. He grew both longer and fatter. My mouth was shoved wide by his increased girth. I had a hand partially around it and I guessed it was at least two inches across now. It was about six inches long. I could get a little over half of him inside my mouth and then the gag reflex would kick in. I wondered what my mother would say if she could see this. Something about me being a slut, giving him just what he was after, that's how men are. Something derogatory, that's for sure.

Bubba's manhood was a study in contrasts. Hard as a rock, yet soft. Firm, though it moved as I went up and down on it with my hand and my mouth. The head was smooth and the skin covering the shaft was different. Not rough, but not smooth like the head. A little wrinkly. The slit at the end was like a little mouth, waiting for the tip of my tongue to play with it, prying it open, exploring.

At some point I noticed that one of the hands on my head was gone. I'd worn a dress and a coat to the game. The coat had been tossed on the spare bed as soon as I got in the room. I felt a hand on my lower back, feeling me, working its way down to my waist and beyond. I felt it cup my butt, one cheek at a time. The hand was huge and I felt secure in its grasp.

It made its way lower and I felt the hem of my dress being lifted and pulled up. It ended up in the middle of my back and I could tell my panties were completely exposed. He felt around the smooth fabric, massaging the cheeks underneath. Then I felt the fingers making their way in past the waistband, sliding over the bare skin. Oh, God, it felt good. I could tell that the panties were sticking to me between my legs as they moved out from my body. I was dripping like a fire hose down there.

I took him as far into my mouth as I could and held him there as I used both hands to work my panties over my butt and down as far as I could reach. His hand moved them a bit further down and held them as I lifted my right leg out of them. We just left them hanging around the left one.

His hand moved back to my butt. I swear to God, he was able to cover most of it with that big mitt of his. So big, so strong, yet so gentle. I felt the cheeks being spread and a finger curiously exploring between them. It teased the hole back there, then moved away.

The hand slid down and I felt it trying to work its way between my legs. I slid them apart, putting a lot of my weight on my stomach, which was now lying on the bed. I felt the panties slide down, stopping when they reached the ankle and the floor. I had one hand around his thighs and the other wrapped around his cock. This was the firm, angry thing I'd heard about. And I decided that all I'd heard about it was wrong. I wanted it in my mouth. And when I was ready, between my legs. I increased my effort to take more of it into my mouth and to get to know it.

I felt a finger exploring the entrance to my vagina. I sucked a little harder and he took that as what I meant: a signal that it was OK to continue. I felt myself being parted and for the first time in my life, something was inside me. I'd masturbated before, but I always stuck to the parts on the outside. I would use the juices I produced as I got into it for lubrication, but I never inserted a finger. And heaven forbid I'd actually use something other than my finger. Although I wasn't adverse to rubbing against something if the opportunity presented itself.

I felt the finger work its way in. Gentle but forceful. My membranes were resisting the entry but he would push in a little, back off and get more lubrication, push in a little more. No, he wasn't breaking my hymen. That went a long time ago on an encounter with a bicycle seat on a long hill with those bumps in the road to make you drive slowly. I spent most of a day in bed, holding an ice pack against myself while listening to my mother go on and on about how slutty I was.

Again, I could feel the contrasts. The inside of my vagina was smooth and moist. His finger, though covered in my moisture, was dry. He could probably use a good hand lotion, to be honest. And big. One of Bubba's fingers was almost as big as three of mine. The man was huge. Oh, God, it felt so good moving in and out of me.

I felt another fingertip rubbing near the point the one inside me was going in. He was getting it wet. I then felt it a little further to the front, exploring, looking for something. I groaned around his cock when he found it. He stopped searching and started massaging the end of my clitoris with his finger. Then he pushed it into my body a bit, holding it there, while he moved the other finger out and then back in. He kept up the in and out motion and then started moving the other finger, back and forth, round and round, teasing, stimulating my little man in the boat. I had to wrap my lips tightly around his cock to prevent my crying out from being heard by the nurses down the hall.

I guess the combination of my mouth wrapping around him tightly and the sucking did the trick. I felt him get impossibly big in my mouth and I started to back off. I was able to work my tongue up to the roof of my mouth so the hole was aimed at the bottom. It was just in time. I had a good hold around the base and I could feel it expand as he pumped semen into my mouth. He tried to push all the way inside me, but I was able to control him with my hand while moving my head away from him. The result was that most of the head stayed inside my mouth. I found that it was getting full and had to swallow. I'd heard a teaspoon or two. He either used damn big teaspoons or was a lot more productive than the average bear.

The combination of him filling my mouth with his seed and his magic fingers was enough to make me come harder than I ever had before. I could feel my pussy trying to hold his finger, tightening and loosening. I held my lips tight and gulped down his juices in an effort not to wake everybody on the floor. He kept going with his finger and I had to clamp my legs together and push his hand away with mine. I was shaking, it affected my body so much.

I sucked and used my tongue to make sure I got everything there was to get before letting him plop back onto his legs. He was a little bigger than when I first saw him but nowhere near as big as he had been till just recently,

I heard him say "Nancy, ole Buddy, ole Pal."

I looked up at him and he was fast asleep, that goofy smile still on his face.



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Chapter 5


Oh, Jeeze. Now I was going to get it.

It was Saturday morning. I was lying in the extra bed that had been brought into Anthony's room. I woke up to see his doctor, my best friend Jeff, leaning over me, shaking my shoulder to awaken me.

My best friend. It hit me how unusual that was. And how true. This man, twice may age, in charge of most of the areas in the hospital I was involved with as a candy striper and recently married to a woman who was almost ready to deliver her fourth child, was my best friend. While not the only person in the world who thought I was worth something, he was definitely the first.

I swiped my hand across my mouth to wipe off any semen that may be laying there. Somehow, I thought a big puddle of the stuff might have gathered during the night as I drooled. It felt like I should have a big flashing sign on my forehead, warning and informing all who came near that I did disgusting things with drugged up patients.

"Good morning, Sunshine. How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good."

"Did you take good care of our patient?"

I glanced at him. He seemed to want a serious answer.

"He was pretty far out of it from that shot. I put some ice on it and tied him down, but he fell asleep pretty fast. I think he probably slept straight through."

"That's good. Why don't you go in the bathroom and clean up, then we'll check him out."

I went into the bathroom and used the toilet. I came out a few minutes later, worried I might have taken too long. My body is used to doing its thing when I got up.

"Ah, there you are. Well, one thing we don't have to worry about is paralysis."

I was all set to ask why he said such a thing when all Anthony had wrong was a broken collarbone. Paralysis is usually the result of spinal injury. Then I saw what Jeff was looking at. The blanket was tented just below my patient's waist.

I think I turned red.

"Nancy, it's perfectly natural. You do know how to take care of it, don't you?"

I know I turned red.

He lifted up the blanket.

"Come here, Sunshine."

I just knew he saw some lipstick on him, even though I didn't wear any. Or maybe a hickey. Can a guy get a hickey on his prick from oral sex?

"Look at that, right there, just below his scrotum. That's salt, Nancy. The poor guy probably sweat up a storm out on the football field and he never got a shower. You're going to have to bathe him as best you can. Do you need some help?"

It took a couple of seconds for me to realize he'd asked a question, play it back so I could figure out what it was, then answer. My attention was on the stalk that was sticking out above the scrotum, not any salt on the leg below it.

"Uh, no. I should be able to manage."

He looked a little concerned.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm probably not awake yet."

"Ahh. Maybe we should go down to the cafeteria and get some food in you. Some good old caffeine to jump start your brain."

"That would be nice."

"OK. It doesn't look like Bubba here is going anywhere. Let's go get some breakfast and plan out our strategy."

He dropped the sheet and took my arm, leading me out of the room.

Dr. Bradley is one of the funniest men I've ever met. You'd swear he thought the cafeteria staff was the most inept group of people in the world the way he carried on every time he got in line. This was old, these were leftovers from the mission down on skid row, this slop had been rejected by pigs.

The help loved him. And it was nothing for them to leave the cash register and get him a fresh cup of coffee. When one of the gals brought out a new tray of food, they'd pile some on a plate and take it over to his table.

He always went through the charade of reaching for his wallet. I never saw a cashier accept money from him. They'd just laugh and tell him to go eat.

He played his games, complaining about the food while piling it on his plate. He sure ate a lot for someone who thought they were trying to poison him. And he pushed food on me when I tried to get by with just half a grapefruit.

"Come on, Nancy. You have to take care of a football player. You need some protein or he'll wear you out."

My immediate thought was of something I'd heard about semen being high in protein. Thank God I kept my mouth shut.

We ate and talked and I got to try some scrambled eggs with chopped up green peppers in them when one of the gals brought some over to the table. She looked as though she was ready to come when Jeff told her how pretty she looked. I could remember feeling the same way the day he asked me to meet with him to figure out how to make the hospital run better. That was in this same cafeteria. And he'd been sitting with the future Mrs. Bradley at the time.

We figured out our plan for the day. Basically, give Bubba a bath as best I could, while taking care not to disturb the injury to his collarbone. And let him sleep. If needed, I could put some ice on it. Oh, and convince him to take a pill if it looked like he needed one. Not much of a plan. The best part was staying with him all day.

We went back to Bubba's room. There was a nurse who was just taking a blood pressure cuff off his arm as we walked in.

"Is he still alive?"

She grinned back. "I think he'll live, doctor."

I noticed he no longer had the tent in front of him. For a split second I had a flash of jealousy when I thought that maybe the nurse had taken care of it for him. But I didn't notice any telltale signs. Her buttons were all buttoned and there wasn't anything seeping out of her mouth.

"OK. I'm going to spend Saturday with my family. Nancy's in charge. He's got a prescription for some dope if he needs it but he doesn't really want it. Let Nancy make any decision about that. You both know how to reach me if you need me."

With that, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and was out the door, whistling "Pop Goes the Weasel." I thought about weasels popping and some of the things Jeff had said and wondered just how much he knew or suspected. And realized that however much it was, his reaction would be to be happy for me.

The nurse wrote her information on his chart and started to roll the cart out.

"What's this about you being in charge? How do you rate?"

"I've just worked with Dr. Bradley a lot and he trusts me. I'm not really in charge."

"Well, what about the pills? It's pretty standard to deliver a prescription if there's any pain."

"Anthony doesn't want to take any pills if he can get away with it. Dr. Bradley just wants to make sure we don't make him if it isn't absolutely necessary."

"Well, it still seems a bit unusual."

"You can call him at home and talk to him about it if you disagree with anything."

"I'll just see what happens."

She exited the room. By the book, cover your ass. Any fears that she'd taken care of Anthony went out the window as she went out the door.

Speaking of Anthony, he started to stir for the first time today.

"How are you, Anthony?" No answer. "Bubba?"

"Oh, Nancy. I'm sorry. Nobody calls me Anthony. I didn't realize you were talking to me."

"Would you rather be called Bubba?"

"No. It feels good when you call me Anthony. But I'd rather make it Bubba when there are other people around."

"That's fine. But you know your chart doesn't say Bubba. I think you're going to have to get used to Anthony while you're here."

"I can live with that."

"So, how are you doing this morning?"

"I'm OK. There's kind of a dull ache up here." He reached up to his neck and frowned a bit.

"Careful. Don't move too fast. Are you ready for something to eat?"

"In a bit. I need to use the bathroom, first."

I reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed and pulled out a bedpan.

"Here you go."

"No, you don't understand. I have to use the bathroom."

"You don't understand, my dear Anthony. Until I hear otherwise, you are staying in this bed. And this is your bathroom."

"But..."

"But nothing. Come on, Bubba. You aren't going to do anything I haven't encountered before."

"It's still embarrassing."

"If you think that's embarrassing, wait till I give you your bath."

"You wouldn't."

"If you really don't want it, I can get a couple of male nurses in here. But they might get carried away and shave you."

He got a resigned look on his face and held out his hand for the bedpan.

"Can I at least have some privacy?"

I handed him the bedpan.

"I'll be outside. Call me when you're ready. If I don't hear anything for five minutes I'm coming back in."

"All right." He didn't look real happy but I think he realized you can't fight City Hall. Or hospital regs.

I went outside and wandered down the hall aimlessly. My favorite duty nurse came up to me.

"Why aren't you in with him?"

"He's using the bedpan."

"Oh, you can't leave him in there alone." She started to head for his room and I grabbed her arm.

"He'll be fine."

"But we're responsible." She tried to pull away but I just held on tight.

"He'll be fine. Let him have a little dignity."

"But what if he re-injures himself?"

"Then he'll hurt when I put him back together. And he won't do it again."

She looked shocked that I would say such a thing. Her glance traveled down to my hand on her arm. Turning around and heading back for the nurses station, she said, "I wash my hands of it. Dr. Bradley said you're in charge. If anything happens, it will be your fault."

"He'll be fine."

I figured the five minutes were up. I went back inside.

"Oh, Hi, Nancy. I called and you didn't come back."

"Sorry. I was trying to keep a nurse outside so you could have some privacy."

"Thanks. How do we do this?"

"Well, I can keep getting bedpans and you can keep the full ones in bed with you until you can get up and clean them yourself. Or you can let me take that one and empty it out and clean it. You know that's my job, don't you?"

"I guess. I hadn't really thought about it."

"Look, Bubba. It's something everybody does. Believe me, people here would be a lot more concerned if you didn't need to use the bedpan. At least you don't have to do it into a tube. Just let me do my job and everything will be fine."

I went for the blanket and his hands shot down, holding it tight to his body.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting the bedpan."

He snuck his hand under the covers and I could tell he was straightening his gown as best he could. I saw that he was trying to hand out the bedpan and was having trouble maneuvering it with the blankets in the way. I lifted up the edge, careful not to lift too far, giving him the illusion of privacy. He slid the bedpan out and I took it from him.

I went into the bathroom and took care of it. His stool was dark but it was the shot that caused it, not blood. I brought the bedpan out and put it back in the drawer, then got his chart from the footboard of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm recording your evacuation."

"You mean you write down every time I take a dump?"

I laughed. "Yes sir. The approximate weight and color, too. We'll know more about you than you do by the time you leave Grossmont."

"I don't know if I like that."

"Hey, Bubba. I didn't tell you to run into that guy and break your neck like a damned fool. You did that all by yourself. But now that you did, you're mine. So you better get used to it. You should be glad I don't send in the wicked witch of the north out there to take care of you."

"Is she really that bad?"

"Let's just say the blanket would have been up and she'd have held the bedpan the whole time you were going. And then she'd probably tell you what a good boy you were when you finished."

"Oh, God."

"Not quite. But she thinks she's pretty close."

"Now what?"

"We can get you something to eat or you can have your bath and then eat."

"I think I'll eat. I don't know about this bath thing."

"Well, get used to it. You played over half a game of football and came right here. I've been ordered to get you clean. It's not like I haven't seen what you've got."

That got me a quick look but he didn't say anything.

"I'll see about getting you something to eat."

I went down to the nurses station and called the kitchen. I knew Bubba was on the list but didn't have specified meal times yet. Jeff had told me he'd made a note of what diet he was on but specified no schedule until otherwise noted. Once I gave the OK, he'd be on the standard delivery route, getting a tray three times a day. Not quite 'wake up, it's time to go to sleep, ' but similar only with food instead of medicine.

I had the option of waiting for the breakfast deliveries to be over so someone could deliver or I could go down and pick it up myself. I told her I'd be down in five minutes.

I went into Anthony's room and told him I was going to go downstairs and get him something to eat.

"I usually have six eggs and bacon."

"I'll let them know. Don't let that nurse take advantage of you while I'm gone."

"I won't. I'm saving myself for you."

"That's not what I meant."

He reddened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"That's OK, Anthony." Little did he know, it was a bit late to worry about that.

I went downstairs and got his tray. As I knew, he was on the standard bland diet. I guess the runny mess in the bowl could be called eggs, but I was sure there weren't six of them. There was some dry toast and a glass of Tang. I figured he wasn't going to be happy when he saw it, but, like I said, he was the one who got hurt. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them. Unless it pisses of a nurse who thinks her shit doesn't stink for me to bend them a little.

Yeah, I know, that's no way to be. But I was tired of being at the bottom of the pile and I wasn't about to take crap from somebody when I didn't have to.

I could tell he wasn't thrilled with his breakfast but he didn't complain to me. That earned him a couple of extra points in my book.

"So, what do you think?"

"It makes me want to hurry up and get better so I can go home and get a decent meal."

"That reminds me. I haven't seen any family here."

"You probably won't. My dad disappeared just before my little sister was born. And Mom works every day to keep us going. I work nights in a grocery store to help out. This is going to hurt us. I have insurance through work, but they don't pay me for not showing up. I may move back down to the bottom of the pile, too. There may not be as many hours for me in twelve weeks."

"That's not fair."

"Fair doesn't have a lot to do about it. They need to run the store, with or without me. If I have to take twelve weeks off to get better, they are required to take me back but they don't have to give me the same number of hours. They could even make me work out of another store."

"Boy, that's pretty rotten."

"Yeah, but like you said, it isn't their fault I got banged up. If it wasn't for the union, I wouldn't have insurance and I probably wouldn't have a job to go back to."

"So, you said you have a little sister. How many brothers and sisters do you have?"

"I've got a brother who's a couple of years older and is over in Viet Nam. And my sister is fifteen. She'll always be my little sister, even when I'm 50. She's just starting high school. She's a real cutie and smart as a whip."

"It sounds like you really love her."

"Oh, yeah. I've been her hero as long as I can remember, no matter what other people say."

"That must be nice. I don't have anyone like that. Except for Jeff. I mean Dr. Bradley."

"What's the story with you two? He seems a lot closer to you than normal."

"There's nothing romantic there, that's for sure. He's so in love with his new wife I could stand in front of him naked and he wouldn't even notice."

"Oh, he'd notice, Nancy. Anyone would notice."

"Well, maybe. But he and his wife are so in love with each other it's scary. I'd hate her if she wasn't so wonderful herself. No, he just cares what I think. And he listens to what I say. And he trusts me. Nobody has ever done those things for me. And now she's starting to be the same way. I keep waiting for something to happen and find out it's all a big joke. But the longer it goes on, the more real it becomes."

"I'm sure he's sincere. He sure seemed like a nice guy to me. So do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"Nope. I was a mistake."

"Oh, come on. That can't be right.

"Oh, it's right. I don't know how many times I've had that thrown in my face."

"That's terrible."

"Maybe, but that's the way it is."

"Are both your parents like that?"

"My father doesn't have anything to do with either of us. He pretty much comes home and gets drunk. He tries his best to be invisible. The only time my mother talks to him is when she calls him names. Her favorite is male chauvinist pig. And my mother knows that all men are rotten and the only thing they're interested in is getting between a woman's legs. And I'm the proof."

"God. I couldn't live like that."

"There's not a whole lot I can do about it. I can't afford to move out. I just stay away from her as much as possible. My father used to be pretty special until she wore him down. I remember when he used to call me his princess. Maybe that's why I like Jeff so much. He brings back those memories."

He shoved the tray forward. He'd eaten everything on it. I picked it up and put it on the other bed.

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"What's that?"

"Bath time."

"But that means you have to see..."

"Bubba, I won't see anything I haven't seen before."

"Nancy?"

"Yes?"

"I haven't said anything, but I had this dream last night."

I put a finger on his lips.

"What would you say if I told you it wasn't a dream?"

"I'd say it was a real shame I wasn't awake for it."

I went over to the door and flipped the lock.

"We don't want anyone walking in on your bath."



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Chapter 6

Anthony is a big boy. He's on the defensive line on the varsity football team and can just plow through anyone to get to whoever has the ball. He weighs in at close to two and a half times my 115 pounds. He was watching me as a fly might watch a spider. A fly that was stuck in that spider's web.

I went over to the nightstand next to him and got a wash dish. A wash dish is a plastic container that holds about a half gallon of water. Kind of like a meat loaf pan with some curves. I guess he thought it was something similar to the dreaded bedpan.

"What's that thing?"

"A wash dish. It's made to hold water and not tip over."

"Oh. You're really serious about this bath thing, aren't you?"

"Of course. You're starting to stink. This is a hospital. Can't have germs all around."

He didn't look real happy with the stink comment, but he couldn't say a whole lot about it. When you take an athletic male and put him in a football game, then make him sweat while you're forcing his collarbone back into place, then let him stew in his juices overnight, he's going to produce some body odor. That's the way bacteria operate, like it or not.

I went into the bathroom and got the temperature of the water comfortably warm, then filled the wash dish all but an inch. I took it back out to the room and set it down on the bed table we use to put meals on. A trip to the nightstand produced a sponge and a squeeze bottle of antibacterial soap. By the time I came back from the bathroom with a clean towel, Anthony was as far to the side of the bed away from me as he could get.

"Come on, Bubba. Don't tell me you're afraid of a sponge and some soap."

"It's not that. You're a girl. And you're going to see me naked."

"I'm a volunteer here at the hospital and I've been assigned the job of cleaning you up. If you'd rather, I can get Don to give you your bath. He's one of the orderlies. I hear he really likes guys."

"Yucch. I guess you can do it."

"It's just a bath, Anthony. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know. It's just embarrassing."

"Well, just pretend I'm one of your teammates and we're in the shower together."

"Oh, God. That's even worse."

I reached over for the blankets.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to pull the blankets down to your waist so I can start your bath. Now let go of them before I have to slap your hands."

I got the covers down to his stomach, then helped him to sit up. I ignored his protests and got his gown off him. I supported his back as he sat up, but it was still a strain. I let him lean back on the raised bed after I had removed the gown. He held the blankets tightly to his front, just below his stomach.

I felt the water and it was still pleasantly warm. I got the sponge saturated, then squeezed out a lot of the water.

Anthony's chest is strong. He has a light sprinkling of hair and his chest is similar to that of a gorilla; twin mounds, not like a woman's breast but hills sculpted out of muscle.

I held the sponge up to his chest and squeezed a little of the soap onto his chest above it. I used the sponge to work it onto his skin from just below the splint to just above the blanket he was holding tightly to his body.

Now that he was lathered up, I put the sponge into the wash dish and used my hands to rub his chest, luxuriating in the feel of his muscles beneath my fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"Washing your chest. Does it bother you?"

"No. It feels good."

"It feels good to me, too. I could do this all day."

I did it a while longer, then got the soap out of the sponge and wiped off the soap on his chest and took my time drying him with the towel. I moved everything within reach, then raised up the bed, and had Anthony lean forward against my hand. Heavy boy.

After lowering the bed to give me some room, I wet his back quickly and squeezed some soap on it. My arm in front was hurting from the weight, and the last thing I wanted to do was have him fall forward and have to use his arms to stop his fall. That would do wonders for his broken collarbone. I used the sponge to wash his back, got rid of the soap and dried him. I got the bed back up and him back on the bed just before my arm gave out.

He leaned back and smiled at me. "That wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be."

"I'm sure it wasn't. It was probably a lot harder for me because I had to support you. But I won't have to worry about that for the rest of you."

"What do you mean, the rest of me?"

"Come on, Bubba. Since when have you only washed half your body when you took a bath."

"Aw, come on, Nancy. You're being mean."

"Bubba, you're almost twenty years old. You're acting like an eight year old boy whose aunt walked in on him after he just got out of the tub. Now let me lift up the sheet so I can do your legs. You can still keep your privates covered for a while. Let me get some fresh water and then we can start."

I went into the bathroom and rinsed out the bowl, filling it with warm water. When I came out and told him I was ready to start, he shrugged and let me pull the bottom of the sheet up. He held it as if afraid someone was going to rip it out of his hands if he gave them the chance. I'd gotten a towel while I was in the bathroom and I opened it up, placing it underneath his legs.

The only time I've had hair on my legs has been from letting it go a day or two too long without shaving. I was fascinated with the curly blond hairs all the way up and down his legs, matted down in the area his sweat socks normally covered. So fine, hard to grab but so smooth as they slid between my thumb and fingers.

The hair sped up the development of lather when I rubbed the liquid soap on his legs. Like his chest, the muscles were very apparent as I massaged them. Different muscles, but I was learning his whole body was a wealth of differences and similarities. Once the fronts of his legs were washed and dried, I told him to lift up his knees and washed the other side. Still full of muscles, but a whole different set than on the front. Since his legs were bent, I could see and feel the cords going up and down the side of each thigh. I realized that this gentle man could crush my head like a walnut between his legs if he so chose. Or he could wrap his legs around mine and make me feel safe. And loved.

I came back to the present and used the sponge to get the soap off his legs. His muscles felt different as I held each leg inside the towel, using both hands to dry them. I pressed the button to lower the bed so it was flat.

"How do you feel, Bubba?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is your collarbone bothering you?"

"No, I haven't got any attention on it."

"Good. I'm going to go get some fresh water. You know what's left to do."

"I know."

I pulled the towel out from under his legs and held it up for him.

"I need you to get this under your butt while I'm in there. Go ahead and roll over on your side facing that way so I can do your butt first."

The look on his face told me he wasn't thrilled with the idea but had accepted that it was going to happen whether he liked it or not.

"All right. I'll be ready for you."

"Just remember, if it hurts, don't push it. I can help you if you need it."

Anthony was on his side, his back toward the bathroom door as I came back into the room.

"Did you do OK?"

"Yeah. It only hurt a little."

"Anthony! I don't want it to hurt at all. Are you all right now?"

"I'm fine."

I lifted up the covers slowly, exposing his body. He tensed up as his buttocks were revealed. The towel was underneath him but needed straightening out, which I did.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

I wet the sponge and used it on his left hip and his backside. Since he was lying on his right side, I couldn't do that hip yet. I squirted some soap on the hip and used the sponge to lather him up.

He was still clenching his butt cheeks together so I put the sponge in the wash dish and got my hand soapy by rubbing it over the hip and cheeks.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm washing you. What does it feel like?"

I went over the already soaped area some more and then tried to wedge my hand between the cheeks. If anything, he held them tighter together.

"Hey. Relax. I'm not going to hurt you, Bubba."

He let up a bit and I was able to get inside and wash a bit. I squirted some more soap on my hand to get the inside cleaner. He was still fighting it, so I did what I had to, then started to rinse the soap off. I guess he figured it was inevitable and allowed me to rinse the soap out of his crack when I got to that point. He didn't fight me at all when I used the towel to dry him.

"That's better. I'm not trying to hurt you, you know."

"I guess."

I was tempted to slap him on the butt but something told me he wasn't quite ready for that. I put my hand over his hip and tried to pull him over onto his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Come on, Anthony. You know there's only one area left."

I pulled again and he allowed me to get him over on his back. I immediately realized two things. First of all, he was using all his willpower to keep his hands at his sides instead of covering himself. Second, what he wanted to cover was starting to grow. I looked him in the face and brushed the hair back from his eyes.

"Is that for me?"

"Nancy!"

I giggled. "I have to say I'm flattered. And I'm impressed."

He actually wasn't anywhere near as excited as he'd been the night before. His penis had straightened out and was pointing down and a little to the right, laying on his right leg. But it was obviously affected by my being able to see it.

I got the sponge and reached over to get the right hip, the one he'd been lying on recently. In the process of reaching over, my wrist rubbed against his penis. I felt it jump slightly as I did so.

"Hey, Boy. It's all right. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Nancy..."

"Ssshh!! I wasn't talking to you.

I brought the sponge back and did from the bottom of his stomach down, getting his pubic hair and his penis in the process. No nonsense, washing both with the sponge. He had his legs together and I grabbed the left thigh a couple of inches below his balls and just pulled it toward me. I guess it surprised him because he offered up no resistance, letting me open up a gap between his legs. Using the sponge, I lifted up his cock and got the underside of it, then did his balls and that area underneath them.

I put the sponge back in the wash bowl and wet my left hand. I got the soap and squirted a good portion into the hand and did the hip, then started at the bottom of his stomach, feeling the different muscles, the skin and the hair. Once the hip, stomach and his pubic area were covered in suds, I dipped my hand back into the water and put more soap in it. I glanced up at him. He'd given up the fight and was just lying back, his eyes closed, his face relaxed.

I used my hand to soap up the tops of both legs, then worked my hand between them to get from his butt crack forward. He couldn't help himself; he groaned when I cupped his balls in my hand and massaged the soap onto the skin. They felt full, vibrant, alive.

By now his penis was definitely making itself known. It was standing up, tall and proud. I dipped both hands in the water, poured more soap in one, then rubbed them together. I used both hands on it from bottom to top and back again. I worked the hands on them the way I would a bar of soap if I was trying to develop a lather. The groaning was becoming more frequent now and I could see that his thighs were tensing up.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah, but you better stop or there's going to be a mess."

"I don't mind a mess. Is it going to bother you? You won't be embarrassed, will you?"

"No, I can handle it if you can."

I used my left hand and continued moving it up and down, exploring the textures, especially when I got to the base of the head, that indentation that flared out. From the noises he'd make as I rubbed my thumb over that circular bump, he enjoyed my exploration, too.

I rinsed off my right hand and got the sponge wet. I held it up over the head and squeezed it enough to drip water down his cock. Using the left hand, I worked the water over it. Getting rid of the soap. It dripped down onto his stomach and between his legs, eventually making its way to the towel underneath him.

Once I was fairly sure that the soap was rinsed off, I leaned over and licked the head. Bubba gasped.

"Nancy! What are you doing?"

"I'm just making sure that I got all the soap off. This part's fine, but I need to check the rest of it."

I used my tongue to lick the shaft from the bottom to the top. His legs stiffened up and he pushed his hips up slightly as my tongue neared the top. After licking it like dripping popsicle on all sides, I wrapped my right hand around the base and took the end in my mouth.

He gasped again, stiffening up more as he did so.

"Nancy, what..."

I backed off. "Hush!"

I took him back in my mouth, placing my upper lip in the cleft right under the ridge that was so fascinating to me. I licked the underside of the head and the start of the stalk with my tongue.

I glanced up and there was a look of ecstasy on his face, his eyes closed. His hands had found their way to my head, gently holding onto it, the fingers gripping and releasing my hair.

I took a little more of him in my mouth, applying suction as I tried to continue the massage with my tongue. As I worked my mouth up and down, I felt him tense up as he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me into him. I took a little more in my mouth, my hand preventing him from pushing in too far.

As I had last night, I felt his organ expand and start to pump. I cradled his balls with my left hand and massaged up and down the shaft with my right. He tried his best to drown me with his essence for the second time in less than ten hours. I swallowed as much as I could, using my index finger to catch a trail that came out of the corner of my mouth, licking it off when I got it all. I inspected his cock, swiping at the hole at the end when a bubble of semen made its way out. I put a couple of inches back in my mouth and applied suction as I pumped it with my hand several times to work any excess out into my mouth. I didn't taste anything, so I'm pretty sure I'd already gotten it all.

I wiped him off with the towel and then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to his face. I was surprised when he kissed me after what I'd just done to him. I suppose it showed on my face because he held my shoulders in his two hands and looked me in the eye. "If you can do that with your mouth, I can kiss you afterwards. Besides, there wasn't enough left in your mouth to worry about."

He pulled me back to his face and this time I didn't hesitate. We kissed until neither of us could breathe. I felt light headed and I don't think it was from lack of oxygen. I'd just started another kiss when I heard someone knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Sue, Nancy. I brought a visitor."

"Just a minute."

I covered up Anthony's body with the blankets and raised the bed so he wasn't flat on his back. Once I was sure he was decent, I took a swipe at my mouth with the towel and unlocked the door. Sue was outside, a big smile on her face. There was a young girl a step or two behind her carrying a small leather bag. She tentatively stepped forward.

"Sissy!"

She lit up and stepped into the room.

"Bubba!"

She handed the bag to Sue, then ran over to the bed. She was all set to wrap her arms around him until she saw the brace around his neck.

"Oh, Bubba. Are you OK?"

"I'll be fine. Come over here."

Sissy moved closer and he grabbed onto her, pulling her face into his chest, holding on to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. I could hear her sniveling as she buried her face into him. She eventually pulled back, her right hand in both of his.

"Nancy, this is my sister, Sissy. Sissy, this is Nancy. She's taking care of me."

Sissy held out her hand and I shook it. She kept hold of it and looked at me, then looked at her brother. She smiled, shook my hand again, then said, "Thank you, Nancy."

Sue put her hand on Sissy's shoulder and held out the bag.

"Oh, I forgot. I brought you some clean clothes."

Sue said, "I knew you'd get tired of the hospital gown real quick. Jeff told me you were getting a bath today so I figured it would be a good time to get you some clean clothes." She took Sissy's hand. "Why don't we go outside for a couple of minutes so your brother can get changed?"

Sissy looked at me curiously, then shrugged her shoulders and handed me the bag. Sue led her out of the room and closed the door, winking at me just before it shut.



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Chapter 7

I wiped my mouth again and looked at my hand. The way Sissy had looked at me made me wonder if there was some of Bubba's cum still there.

I put the bag on the bed and opened it up. There was a practice shirt for football, one of those T-shirts with absolutely no arms. I held up a pair of blue shorts with the GHS logo on the lower part of the right leg. A couple of pairs each of briefs and socks plus a pair of scuffed up sneakers completed the assortment.

Bubba had a smile on his face as he said, "I think the shorts will be fine."

He showed no modesty now; he lifted up the blanket as much as he could, exposing down to the top half of his legs.

I flipped the rest of the blanket to the side, took out the shorts, closed up the bag and put it on the other bed. Taking the shorts in one hand, I lifted first one foot then the other, easing the shorts onto both legs.

It's not easy putting a pair of shorts on someone who's lying on a bed with his broken collarbone in a brace. I have a pair of blue jeans that are really tight. The only way I can get them on is to lie on the bed and ease them up. A lot of the stress is on that part of my body, especially when I have to lift my butt off the bed. Even lifting my legs enough to slide them up puts pressure on my whole back, including the shoulders.

The point is, I was on my own. I had to manhandle Anthony's body to get those stupid gym shorts on. I was beginning to realize the advantages of the hospital gown the patients all hate.

I got them up to just below his butt by lifting up part of one leg at a time, then sliding up that leg of the shorts as best I could. When I got up to the top of his legs, I knew there was no way we were going to make it.

"How badly do you want these shorts on, Anthony?"

"I hate that thing," he said, pointing to the gown on the other bed. "And I want to have something on."

"OK. I'm going to need some help. There's no way I'm going to let you lift your butt off the bed by yourself. So, it's up to you. I can get the nurse, Sue, Sissy, or I can get a male nurse in here."

He thought about it for a bit, then said, "I guess Sue. She's married and she's pregnant, so I don't think it will be a big deal."

"No, it won't. She'll just be in here to help get your pants on."

I went out into the hallway. Sue and Sissy were sitting on the couch in the hall, talking as if they'd known each other for years. That's one thing about Sue. She can make you feel comfortable, willing to tell her anything, almost as soon as you meet her. She looked up at me as I walked up, a smile on her face.

"Sue, could you give me a hand in the room?"

Sissy looked up. "I can help."

"I know you can, Sissy. But I'm afraid it would embarrass your brother."

"He's OK, isn't he?"

"He's fine. We're just having a little problem getting his butt off the bed."

She brought her hand up to her mouth and giggled. I liked this girl.

Sue held out a hand for me to help her get out of the couch. I pulled her up and she put her arm around me as we walked to the room.

"Why me?"

"He says because you're married and pregnant. I think that the fact you're a mother may have something to do with it, too."

"I see. In other words, I'm safe. I guess I can live with that. How did the bath go this morning?"

"It was a struggle, but it got easier as it went on."

"I imagine. Did anything interesting come up?"

It just took one look at her face for me to realize exactly what she meant.

"Yeah, there was one development that kinda grew out of hand."

"Were you able to take care of it?"

"I got it under control. Let's just say I didn't really need the eggs I had for breakfast to get my protein for the day."

"Well, good for you."

I pushed the door open and locked it after we were both in the room. I saw Anthony tense up.

Sue just went over to him and brushed some hair back from his forehead, something I'd seen her do with Wes countless times. "How are you feeling, Anthony?"

"Pretty good, I guess."

"A little nervous, too, I bet."

"Yeah."

"You know my son, Wes, don't you?"

"Yeah. Well, not real well, but I know he got hurt real bad."

"Yes, he did. My husband tells me he's going to be OK so I'm not as concerned about him as I was. But he's been home for a couple of months and I've had to do everything for him. You aren't as helpless as he is, but you do need some help. That's all this is."

"Thanks. I guess."

"That's the spirit. So, how do we do this, Nancy?"

"I thought I could hold him up while you lower the bed. Then I can slide in behind him, in the middle of his back. He should be able to push against my body to lift his butt enough for you to slide the shorts up without straining the injury too much."

"That sounds sensible. How do you feel about that, Anthony?"

"It sounds OK to me."

I got next to him and reached behind his back to hold him. "Raise the bed so he's sitting up before you lower it. That way he can help a little."

We got him into a sitting position and I worked an arm behind him. Sue let the bed down and I moved my body behind him. Once I got there, Sue said, "I'm going to lower a bit more so he has a better angle."

I couldn't see what was happening since I was stuck between Bubba and the bed. I felt Sue move to the other side of me, then heard her say, "Oh, my. Is that for me?"

The only response from Bubba was a tightening of the muscles in his back.

Sue went on, "Don't worry about it, Dear. It's perfectly normal for a teenage boy. I've had to take care of my son several times, even though he's in a coma."

The muscles tensed up again and I heard her laugh. "Don't worry, Anthony. I'm sure if you talk to Nancy real nice, she'll help you out. After all, it's her job to make sure you're comfortable. OK, now. Let's see if we can get that butt of yours off the bed. On three. 1... 2... 3."

I felt him tense up and push against me as his lower back moved up a bit. I could just make out Sue's hand pulling up the shorts on the far side of him out of the corner of my eye.

I saw the hand pull away and then the blanket was put back in place. Then I heard Sue say, "Well, I guess that's finished. You take care, Anthony."

He sputtered something and then I heard the click of the door being unlocked, followed by the swish of it opening and closing. I couldn't believe that she'd left me stuck behind Anthony. I couldn't move if there was a fire.

It seemed like hours until I heard the swish of the door, then "Let's see, Bubba. Just the shorts?"

"I'm not going anywhere, so I don't need shoes yet. And I can't lift my arms over my head to get that shirt on."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think."

"Hey, it's alright. It's not like I need a lot of clothes. I really appreciate the shorts."

I heard her say, "Nancy, is there some reason you don't want to come out and join us?"

"I'm kind of stuck back here, Sissy."

I heard that giggle of hers, then felt her move behind me and the bed start to rise. It got up far enough for the two of us to hold him up as I got out from behind him. We lowered him back to the bed, then Sissy lowered it until he told her he was comfortable.

Anthony said, "Sue put you up to this, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she's a funny lady."

"If you weren't my favorite sister, I'd..."

"I'm your only sister, Bubba."

"Yeah, I know. With a sister as great as you, I don't need any more."

She lit up like the Fourth of July. It was evident she cared a lot for her brother.

She moved forward, hesitated a second, looking at the sling around his shoulders, then buried her face in his chest, hugging him, her arms barely reaching the bed around his sides. He wrapped her up in his. His biceps were almost as big around as her head. He could have crushed her without thinking twice, and I'm sure he would have loved it. I could see her practically melt as he held her in his arms. Truly a gentle giant.

She stood up and I moved a chair next to him so she could sit down and hold his hand.

"I'll get out of here so you two can talk."

Bubba looked up at me. "Please don't."

She looked back and forth at us. "Are you two... "

Anthony said "Yes," and I said "I hope so" at the same time.

She put her other hand with the one holding his and squeezed, then stood up and came over to me. She looked me in the eye, I guess to see if it was all right, then she hugged me. I hugged back.

She backed up, still holding me. "I'm so happy. He needs somebody. He's been so lonely."

I said, "It sounds like you're talking about me."

"Then the two of you will be perfect." She squealed and hugged me again.

I sat on the bed holding one hand while she sat in the chair, holding the other. Anthony looked... content.

Sissy had been at the movies with several friends when Bubba got hurt. She'd come home and had no idea anything was wrong until Sue called the house this morning. Jeff had asked her to make sure someone in his family knew that Bubba was in the hospital. When Sue found that their mother was at work, she offered to bring Sissy in to the hospital. The bag of clothes was Sue's idea and Sissy felt bad that she'd brought the wrong kind of shirt. She had no idea what having a broken collarbone meant, and the shirt she threw in the bag was one he wore most of the time. He told her it was no big deal. I told her I liked looking at his chest, which got another of her giggles.

She had a hard time getting him to talk about the accident. It seems that Anthony doesn't like to talk about himself much so I had to fill in a lot. Once we'd gone through the accident and that part of the hospital stay that was OK to talk about, he wanted to hear all about her night out with her friends. The family was really hurting for money, and he'd treated her to a night out. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she talked about her outing and the trip to Dairy Queen after the movie.

It was wonderful to see the two of them together. It was obvious there was a lot of love between them and I could tell that either one of them would go to the ends of the earth for the other. What was even more wonderful is that both of them made an effort to include me in that love. Once Sissy found out how Anthony felt about me, she accepted me without reservation. It was like Jeff and his family, yet different. I realized how much I'd missed out on for the first 18 years of my life. I felt like a sponge or a person lost in the desert who comes across an oasis, sucking up all the love I could get, my thirst satisfied for the first time in my life. A thirst I hadn't even realized I had.

We talked and talked. Most of the time Anthony just lay there, listening and smiling. I even talked about myself. Both of them were fascinated by my stories about taking care of Wes. Somehow I slipped and hinted at the day in the back yard with Leslie. I found out that the story was pretty much over the whole school when Sissy told me she'd heard that the two of us had a special relationship. And she took my hand and squeezed it and told me that after knowing me, she could tell I deserved a special relationship. What surprised me even more is the way Anthony squeezed my hand and smiled when she said it.

We even talked about his bath. By that time it was no big deal when she asked me a few questions and I told her of how I took him in my mouth and brought him off. She was more interested than shocked. She had lots of questions about the taste, feel, volume, choking and anything else she could think of. Anthony blushed most of the time, but he had a smile on his face, too. I surprised him when I told of the night before and my explorations of his body. I think Sissy surprised him even more when she said, "Good. Now maybe I won't have to see him walking around the house with a hard-on all the time."

I was surprised when an orderly showed up with a tray of soup and Jello, then realized it was almost 12:30. We took turns feeding Anthony, much to his chagrin. Sissy talked of all the ways she was going to get back at him for years of teasing now that he was trapped.

After the orderly had taken the tray, Sissy got a gleam in her eyes and grabbed me by the hand. She took me over to the end of the bed and hugged me. I hugged back and she whispered in my ear, "I want to get back at him for all the times he's tried to peek at me. Will you help?"

I agreed, not knowing what I was letting myself in for.

Sissy released me, then went over to the door and locked it. She walked back to the chair, sat down and took her brother's hand.

She brushed the hair off his forehead, something like Sue had earlier.

"Anthony. I know what you've been doing."

"What?"

"Oh, come on, Anthony. You know what."

He didn't say anything, just looked at her. I could see his mind working overtime, probably trying to figure out which indiscretion she was referring to.

She had a T-shirt on and did that thing all of us do, crossing her arms and grabbing the hem, lifting it up and off her body. She was sitting there in her shorts and a white bra. Her tits weren't huge, probably an A cup, but they fit her petite body perfectly.

"Is this what you've been trying to see?"

He didn't say anything, he just kind of clamped his mouth shut.

She reached behind her back and undid her bra, then leaned forward, letting it slide down her arms. She was looking her brother in the eye the whole time, her tits pointing right at him as they were revealed. He took in a quick breath as he saw them the first time.

"God, Sissy. They're so beautiful."

She leaned forward and guided a hand to her breast, making the fingers move until he got the idea and massaged her by himself. She let him play with them for a few minutes, then she leaned in his face and lifted the back of his head. Both moaned as soon as he started to suckle her.

"Oh Bubba, you don't know how many times I've dreamed of this."

She continued to hold his head in her right hand as her left made its way down his body. She sighed as she found what she was searching for, massaging him to full growth with her hand.

"Nancy? Will you help me out?"

I wasn't sure what she meant, but I said, "Yes." This display of their love for one another was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen.

She pulled away from him and let his head back down on the pillow. She moved down to the middle of the bed and moved the blanket off to the side. His shorts were tented and I saw a small circle near the high point of the tent that was a darker blue than the rest.

She reached over and rolled his sorts down to just below the level of his balls. "So. That's what that thing looks like."

She glanced at me. "Don't you think you're a little overdressed?"

I gulped and started to undo the buttons on my blouse. Sissy stood up and started from the bottom, working her way up and meeting me in the middle. I was wearing a bra that opened in the front and I undid it, leaving it and my blouse on but open.

Sissy looked at them, said "Nice," and ran the palms of her hands over the nipples. I felt a shock make its way from them straight to my crotch. Sissy was the first person ever to touch them.

Anthony was just lying there, his mouth wide open, looking back and forth between us. He said, so quiet I could just make it out, "Beautiful!"

Sissy pushed me over toward him, then made me bend over the bed so he could knead them. And I thought she'd made them feel good. I felt myself being pushed closer to him, so I lay on the bed so he could turn his head and get close to me. I guided him with my hand behind his head, careful not to disturb the collarbone injury. Though with the way he was paying attention to them, I doubted if he would notice, even if I pulled it totally out of alignment.

I could see that Sissy was exploring the region below his waist, almost like I had the previous evening. The difference was that he was awake to enjoy it and wasn't half out of his mind from a painkiller. Though he was obviously feeling no pain.

She looked up at me. "Nancy. Help me."

I made sure he was comfortable and made my way down to where Sissy was. "What do you want to do?"

"What you did."

"Are you sure? He's your brother."

"So? Who do you think I love more than him?"

I knew that Les and Wes had something going on before his accident, and I'd heard rumors about Darcy and her brother. There really didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, despite what adults said. I know my mother's advice about sex had been as wrong as you can get.

"I don't really know what I'm doing. I've only done it twice."

Bubba said, "God, if you don't know what you're doing now, you'll kill me if you ever figure it out."

Sissy giggled and looked at me. "What do I do?"

"Well, I started out by just licking from the bottom up to the top."

She stuck her tongue at right angles to his cock and moved her head up to the top. "Like this?"

"Well, I did it more like this." I stuck my tongue out and flattened it against him and licked up. "Just pay attention to the way he moans and you'll figure out what he likes. Later on, he'll probably grab your head and move it the way he wants."

She duplicated the action I'd just shown her. His moan indicated his approval. She giggled again and pointed to the other side of the bed. "Go over there."

I did, and we double teamed him, both licking all the way to the top at the same time, then taking turns licking the slit at the end. When her tongue and mine met, we mocked up a duel with our tongues, taking turns licking the head between licks of each other.

I backed off and looked at her. "Next, I took him in my mouth and worked my tongue around the head."

"Show me."

I took him inside my mouth and explored the grooves and bumps with my tongue. Sissy said, "Let me try."

I pulled up and she took him in her mouth. Bubba said, "Sissy!" and tensed up. It didn't take long before he had both his hands on her head.

She backed up and licked the roof of her mouth with her tongue a few times. "Ooh. I taste it. A little salty."

"Wait till he blasts in your mouth. This is mild compared to that."

"Is it bad?"

"No, but you'll taste it in the back of your throat for a while."

"I don't mind tasting my brother. Now what?"

I took him in my hand. "Hold on to it down here. It does two things. First, it keeps it under control, pointed in whatever direction you want it. Second, it keeps him from shoving it in too far."

"Really? Would my brother do that?"

"I don't think he has a lot of say about what his body does when it gets excited. He was doing it even when he was doped up last night."

"My goodness, Anthony. I'm shocked. So, I hold on so my brother doesn't try to push himself down my throat. Then what?"

"Then you take him in your mouth and kind of bob your head up and down. Use your tongue as much as you can and be careful not to bob too deep. It would be like sticking your finger down your throat. And you don't want to barf all over him."

She giggled again. "OK. Do it."

I eased him into my mouth and moved up and down, using my tongue as best I could and forming a vacuum by sucking. After a few bobs with his hands on my head and almost constant moaning, I eased off.

"Keep your lips closed and suck while you do it. And whatever you do, try not to scrape him with your teeth."

"No teeth, eh?"

Bubba said, "No!", causing another giggle.

She took him out of my hand, sort of like passing the baton in a relay race. She licked the head, then tried to dig into the opening with her tongue, finally taking the whole thing in her mouth. I saw her cheeks hollow almost immediately as she sucked and I saw Bubba's muscles tightening when she did. She went down about halfway, then stayed there. I could see that she was still sucking and it looked like she was moving her tongue around as well. She backed off, then pushed down further. She got into a rhythm of going down, then up, then down, then up again. She pushed further in and I saw her eyes go wide as she pulled back and let go of him, coughing into her hand.

"Careful, Sissy. The head's the most sensitive part, you don't have to take it all in your mouth."

"But he'd stick it all in if we were making love, wouldn't he?"

"I guess so."

"So he wouldn't complain if I took the whole thing in my mouth."

"Just do what you're comfortable with. There's no need to gag."

"OK."

She looked up at Anthony. "How am I doing, Big Brother?"

He kind of grunted something. I think both of us took it to be a positive response.

"My jaw hurts. You want to take over for a bit?"

She handed back the baton and I started to bob up and down. I'd heard all the stories of how gross it was, only the guys liked it, it was degrading. All I knew is I felt exhilarated. There was a feeling of power, holding my man in my hand and mouth like that. And it was such a personal way of showing how much I cared. I realized that's what it was for Sissy, too. All these years of idolizing her big brother, and now she was showing him in such a way that he could never doubt her love for him. I felt a hand wrap around mine and I pulled off the next time up. She kept her hand on top of mine and angled the head toward her, then she dropped down on it. She pulled off and tilted it in my direction.

I figured out what she was doing and we took turns taking him in our mouth, then handing him off to the other. Bubba ended up with one hand on each of our heads, moaning constantly. The moaning was gradually replaced by grunting, and his hips started moving, trying to get more of himself in our mouths. We held on tighter and made sure to back off whenever he pushed up.

We sped up our thrusts, making a game of it, seeing how fast we could move our heads. The grunting turned into something between a whine and a groan. I could feel him expand in my hand as Sissy was taking him in. She handed him over and I took him in my mouth, making a kind of "Hmmm" sound to warn her. She and I swapped a back and forth a couple of times then he started to erupt in my mouth. I held his first spurt in my mouth and handed him over to her. She was able to get him in her mouth before the next one. Her eyes went wide as he jetted another load. She handed him over and I took the next one.

I ended up with three and she got two. Somehow, we both knew not to swallow what we had. She still had her hand over mine on Anthony's cock. She lifted it up and held on to it, guiding me around the end of the bed. Neither of us said anything, we just took each other in our arms and kissed, passing his essence back and forth with our tongues. I could feel her nipples stab mine as we melded together. Again, with no verbal communication, we moved up to the head of the bed. I leaned over and kissed my male lover, giving him back what he had given me a few minutes before. He swallowed and swept the inside of my mouth with his tongue. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I ended our kiss, letting Sissy and her brother repeated what we had just done. I used my mouth to clean off Bubba's penis, then rolled the shorts back up, careful to get him inside of them without damaging him. By then, he was ready for another kiss from me. I could taste the remains of his load as I kissed him.

When I finished my kiss, I stood up and Sissy took me in her arms. We kissed each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world, each of us searching the others mouth for any remains. She pulled back and pointed at her brother. He had a smile on his face and was obviously asleep.

She said to me, "God. That was so... wow! I don't know about you, but I have to take care of myself before I burst."

I glanced at the other bed and she followed my eyes. "Nancy? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

We cleared the junk off the spare bed as quickly as possible.



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Chapter 8


Once the bed was cleared off, Sissy stood in front of me and placed her hands over my breasts again. It was so different from the feeling when Bubba played with them, more gentle, more knowing. Since she had them herself, she knew exactly how to excite them. Bubba worshiped them, which was exciting in itself, but he didn't have the intimate knowledge that Sissy had.

We'd stuck our tongues in each others' mouths, sharing Anthony's semen a few minutes earlier but her kiss was tentative, as if she was afraid I'd be offended. I was just as tentative, lifting my hands up to her breasts as we lightly kissed.

As her nipples grew, so did our passion. We were both soon moaning and exploring each others' mouths with our tongues, battling to see who could push in the furthest. Sissy slid her hands out from my breasts and brought my arms away from her, sliding my blouse and my brassiere off and letting them drop to the floor. She put her arms around me and we hugged each other's naked chest to ourselves as we continued to play our tongue game.

I felt her hand at my side and then heard the sound of her unzipping my skirt. Once she had it undone, I pulled it down past my butt and let it fall to the ground. I reached over and worked the elastic waistband of her pants out and down to the middle of her thighs. She used the toes of her left foot to get her heel out of the right shoe, then reversed it for the other. Once the shoes were off, she made short work of getting her pants off. While she was doing this, I kicked off my skirt and took my shoes off, too. Both of us were standing there dressed in socks and panties. She sat on the bed and worked her socks off as I watched. She pulled me out of my trance when she grabbed my panties and started pulling them down. When she had them down about halfway I tried to move toward the bed and ended up falling forward, landing on my stomach with my panties down around my knees. She slapped my butt and giggled when I covered it with my hands.

I rolled over and sat up, shoving my panties all the way off and taking off my socks. I looked over at her. "Now who's the one who's overdressed?"

She reached down and slid her panties down, squirming a bit to get them off her butt. Standing or lying down are OK, but taking off panties when you happen to be sitting on them is a pain. And definitely not sexy. Yet somehow, when she did it, it was.

Sissy has light brown hair that goes a little below her shoulders. Her pubic hair is the same shade. It fully covers the area, but is smooth, not curly like mine. And mine is a little darker than hers. We both sat there looking at the other until she slowly brought her hand over to the fuzz below my tummy.

"It's so different." She grabbed it between her fingertips and her thumb, flexing them all, almost scratching. I reached over to hers. It was so soft. I petted her, almost like a cat. "Pretty pussy." She giggled. I love that giggle.

I leaned over and we kissed, continuing to explore each other's pubis with our fingers. She opened her legs slightly, as did I. I started to stroke further down, noticing the difference in texture and the heat as I got between her legs. I felt her light scratching move down between my own legs. A finger caught my clitoris and I jumped a bit.

"Are you all right, Nancy?"

"Yeah. You got my good spot."

I moved my hand further inside her legs and found her sex. She was inflamed, the blood filling the outer lips from her excitement. Not gaping open, but easy enough to move to the side to get to her entrance. There was just enough moisture to prevent her from being completely dry. I played around with the outside, not trying to penetrate. She pulled back when I rubbed at the top of her slit, too sensitive for the direct contact yet.

While I was busy between her legs, she was using her hand to stimulate me, too. There seemed to be an unspoken decision between us not to insert any fingers into each other. Both of us felt the other's opening as we moved our fingers, but neither used the extra force required to open and penetrate the other.

Sissy started moaning and moving her hips. "Now." That one word communicated everything and I moved my fingers up and started playing with her clit, squeezing it between two fingers and moving the hand back and forth.

Her hips started to move more and her legs closed. She brought a hand down and put it on top of mine, adding to the movement, not really trying to change it or control it, just enforcing it. The moaning was more of a purring or humming now. The kind of "mmm" sound you make when something tastes good, only a lot more frequent.

As she became excited, so did I. Her hand increased its exploration and I started to feel good. She was building me up to a point of release. It was nice, it was good, it was better than the covert attempts to please myself that took place in my own bed, expecting my mother to burst in spitting hellfire at any moment. But it wasn't Bubba and it wasn't love.

After a few minutes, she clamped her legs together, stiffened her body and raised her hips. She moved her pelvis a couple of times, kind of a pumping action, more a reflex than a conscious movement, I'm sure. The "mmms" changed to "oohs" and "ohs", and then a deep sigh.

The movement had slowed and then stopped between my legs as she got closer and then into her climax, holding on to the hand between her legs with both of hers.

After resting a minute or so, she started. "Oh! I need to finish you up." She rolled over on her side and started to put her hand back between my legs. I grabbed onto it and brought it up to my mouth, kissing the backs of her fingers.

"Sissy, do you mind if we don't do this?"

She looked confused. "But I thought..."

"What we did was nice. But I'm not really into that. And I think I'm in love with your brother."

"Oh. I heard all the talk and I just thought you'd want me to do what that girl did."

"If you want to know the truth, what that girl did is lie there and let me make her feel good. There was no return from her. Since then we've become real good friends, mostly at her insistence. But she never touched me and we've never kissed. It was nice to feel important, to feel that I was doing something special for someone, but I also felt used. And there was never any real love between us. I still wonder if she really cares for me as a friend or if it's just a combination of not having anyone else to hang around with and feeling sorry for me."

She lifted her hand and touched my face, moving it slowly down until just the fingertips remained above my jawline. Not petting me, not sympathy. A solid communication between us that said more than any words possibly could. I like you, I care for you, you have value. I reached up and took the hand in mine.

Sissy rotated her hand and closed it around mine, the back of it still touching my face. "I can't believe what's happened here today. I don't know what came over me."

"Are you sorry?"

"Never. I've always loved my brother and that was one way to show him how much. I don't think I could ever do anything like that again, but I'm not sorry it happened."

"Anthony may be disappointed if it doesn't happen again."

She thought about that for a moment. "I don't think so. He was surprised, probably even shocked when I did that. Knowing my brother, he'll feel guilty when he wakes up, like he forced me to do it or something. I think he'll be fine when I tell him that I wanted to do it once but don't think we should continue. You do know what you did, don't you?"

"What?"

"You started something I don't think he going to want to stop. You know he's never been with a girl before, don't you?"

"I didn't know. He said he had a hard time talking to girls."

She laughed, almost a snort. "That's putting it lightly. He was hurt so many times when he was younger that he's almost afraid of girls. He was scared to death the first time Leslie talked to him. He had dreams of talking to her friend Darcy, but I don't think he would have gone through with it if he had the chance. I was shocked when I saw how relaxed he was with you. Were you serious when you said you were in love with him?"

"Yes, I was." I looked over at him as he slept, a slight smile on his face, looking like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Good. I have a feeling you couldn't get rid of him if you wanted. Not that that's bad. Bubba's the best person you could ever want. And I'm not saying that just because he's my brother."

"I know." She was watching him sleep, too. "You said you weren't sorry about him. What about us?"

"No, I'm not sorry. It was fun. The stuff we did with Bubba and by ourselves. I don't think I'd want to do it again. I was so ready after sucking off my brother I had to do something. I'm sorry, I don't mean that the way it sounds."

"It's OK, Sissy. I know what you mean. The whole time we were doing it, I felt strange. It was like we were playing some kind of game. What we did was a lot of fun, but when you started to go between my legs again, I just didn't feel right. Like the game was over."

"Exactly. It was a lot of fun but I don't think I'd want to do it again. Nancy? Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Considering what we've done today, I don't think that would be a problem."

"Yeah, I guess. Have you thought about... you know... you and Bubba... "

"All the time."

"Aren't you scared?"

"If you asked me a couple of days ago, I would have been. Last night, when he was asleep, I started exploring him. I had him in my mouth and he started to put his hand inside my panties. He was so gentle. He was still asleep and he was like that. I know he'd never hurt me."

"What about babies?"

"I don't want any yet."

She snorted. "Well, duh! I mean how are you going to stop from having them?"

"Well, you know Sue. Her husband's Anthony's doctor. He's probably my best friend, too. I'll just talk to him and see what he says I should do."

"Really? You could talk to him?"

"You'd be surprised some of the things he's said. It's like he knows how I feel about your brother and what I've done. And like he approves of it. He's a pretty cool guy. Not a stuffy old guy like you usually think a doctor is."

"Wow. Maybe I can talk to him when I'm ready."

"Well, I'm sure you'll meet him one of these days since he's taking care of your brother. He's pretty easy to get to know. From what Anthony told me, though, you're mother's not real bad."

"No, she's a good lady. She's just so busy trying to make things good for us."

"Then I think you should talk to her when you're ready. She deserves to be part of your life, not just working all the time to pay for it. If she needs some help or can't afford to get whatever you need, I'm sure Jeff would talk to either one of you. I just want you to know, he won't do anything he doesn't think is right."

"Oh, then he probably wouldn't talk to me about birth control."

"Oh, he would. He'd just want to make sure you knew what you were getting into and wouldn't do anything to get yourself in trouble before he'd help you out."

"He sounds like a good guy."

"He is."

We both jumped at the knock on the door.

"Just a minute."

It was a mad dash to get dressed.



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Chapter 9


We both put on the minimum we could get away with. Our shoes stayed on the floor, kicked over near the guest bed; our bras and panties went under the pillow. I went to the door and opened it.

Jeff was standing in the hall. He smiled, took a look at me, then noticed Sissy standing against the wall, near her brother.

He looked back at me, and said, "Well?"

"I... uh... uh..."

He shook his head and said, "Oh, you're no help," then walked over to Sissy and held out his hand. "I'm Dr. Bradley. I'm willing to bet you know our patient here." He gestured at Bubba, still fast asleep with a goofy smile on his face.

She had more presence than I did. She reached for his hand and said, "Sissy Albert. I'm Anthony's sister."

"You mean Bubba?"

She giggled. "Yes, Bubba."

He looked over at the bed, then back at Sissy. "How in the world could someone as ugly as him have a sister as beautiful as you?"

She turned red and mumbled "Thank you."

He went over to the bed and moved the blankets down to Bubba's waist. He slid his hand under the splint where the break was.

"Everything seems good here." He lifted up the blankets and looked under them. "Ah. Good old Grossmont. Much better than that stupid hospital gown." He looked over at Sissy. "Your idea?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Sir? Do you see someone else in the room? My name's Jeff. Dr. Bradley in extreme circumstances. Right Nancy?"

"Yes, Jeff."

"Well. At least you can talk now. Your patient looks happy. And he doesn't stink anymore."

Sissy giggled again.

"Were you here before he got his bath?"

"No, S. No, Jeff."

"Well, then, you don't know what I'm talking about. Your brother smelled pretty rotten this morning. They wanted to take him down to the morgue, but Nancy talked them out of it." He held his hand up to his mouth so I couldn't see his lips. "I think he and Nancy over there have something going on. What do you think?"

"Well, I don't know..."

"Oh, come on, Sissy Anthony. You're not blind, are you? Look at her. She can hardly talk. And he didn't get that smile on his face like that from any drugs I prescribed. Poor girl can't even dress herself."

"What do you mean, I can't dress myself?"

"Go look in the mirror, Nancy."

"I'll look, but I think you're just being a smartie pants, Doctor Bradley."

"Ooh, Doctor Bradley. Smartie pants. You go look in the mirror and then we'll talk, young lady."

I went into the bathroom and turned on the light. I had to shut the door to see the mirror, and I was glad once I did. Shit! The buttons on my blouse were offset. The top button was in the second hole and one side of the collar was almost two inches higher than the other. I re-buttoned it and went back into the room. I'm sure my face was bright red.

"See? I... Oh, my mistake. Sorry about that, Nancy." He flashed me a smile.

"Uh... That's OK."

"Good. No harm done, then. Your patient looks good. No swelling that I can see. Just make sure you don't do anything to stress the fracture and I'm sure he'll be chasing you around in no time."

He went to the foot of the bed and got the chart. "Good, Good. Make sure he gets plenty of fluids. He can lose a lot just lying in bed like he is." He smiled at me, then he looked over at Sissy.

"I bet he usually eats like a pig, doesn't he."

She giggled once more. "Yes, Jeff."

He made a note on the chart. "I'm putting him on a high protein diet. Don't want him going through withdrawal."

He came over to me and kissed me on the forehead. "You're doing a good job here, Nancy. Keep it up and he should be able to leave here Monday or Tuesday. Of course, I'm assuming the two of you will keep an eye on him at home."

Both Sissy and I said, "Yes, Jeff."

He put his hand on the doorknob. "Good. Make sure you lock this door after I leave. Wouldn't want anyone walking in on the two of you when you're putting your shoes on." He smiled and left the room, closing the door after him.

I went over to it and locked it, more because he told me to than because I thought I needed to.

Sissy held her hand up to her face. "I'm soo embarrassed."

"What?"

She dropped her hand to her right breast. "Can't you feel your shirt rubbing yours?" I looked at her hand, then noticed the other nipple clearly outlined on her shirt.

"Oh, no. Mine too?"

She said, "Uh huh," just as I felt my own breast with its extended nipple.

"He knew we weren't wearing underwear."

She said, "I don't know about underwear, but it's pretty obvious neither of us is wearing a bra."

I answered her, "If there's any way anyone could tell we weren't wearing panties, he'd be the one to do it."

"Panties? Who's not wearing panties?"

We both turned to look at Bubba. He was struggling to sit up and we raced to get to him before he hurt himself. Sissy held him against the mattress while I raised the bed into a sitting position.

"I had the weirdest dream." He hesitated, then looked at me first, then Sissy. "Oh, shoot!. That wasn't a dream, was it?"

Sissy remained quiet, looking down at the blankets. He looked at me.

"No, Bubba. It was real."

He brought both hands up to his face, said "Oh, Sissy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," struggling to sit up further.

I held him down as best I could and his sister practically dove on his chest.

"No, Bubba, You didn't do anything wrong. It was me, it was all me."

"But I should have stopped you."

She raised up and looked at him. "Why? Didn't you like it?"

"Sissy, it's not that. I'm the older one, I'm the man. It isn't right that I took advantage of you."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately, Brother? You aren't in any shape to take advantage of anyone. It's something I've been wanting to do for a long time. It was the perfect time because you couldn't fight me on it. It won't happen again, but I'll never be sorry it happened today."

"You really liked it?"

"Yes, Bubba. I love you. You don't know what it would do to me if something happened to you."

She held on tighter and started sniveling. He winced as he wrapped his arms around her as best he could. Our "by the book" nurse would have been over there like a shot, untangling him from his sister, making her move away from him so he wouldn't damage himself. I left them alone. Some things are more important than "the book".

I decided I'd better get my underwear back on so I moved the pillow I'd hidden them under and sorted mine out. The panties were a piece of cake since I was wearing a skirt but I had to take off my blouse to put on the bra. I turned my back to Bubba and his sister as I started to unbutton it, then realized they'd both seen pretty much all there was to see and turned so I was facing them.

I'd just dropped my blouse on the bed and was putting my arms through the bra when Sissy let go of Bubba a stood up straight. "God, she's beautiful, Bubba. You better take care of her of you're gonna hear from me."

"OK, Sissy. I'll take care of her." He looked at me. My tits were hanging out in the open, right in front of him and he looked me straight in the eye. "Is that OK with you, Nancy?"

"Yeah, Anthony. That's just fine." I fastened my bra and sat on the edge of his bed, taking his hand in mine.


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