It was a ten minute drive from the hospital to our house. My sister held my gaze, and my hardening cock, for the first half of the ride home. When I was completely erect in her hand, I finally whispered, “Please stop.” She reluctantly released me, moving her hand to her lap and looking down into my lap. Her eyes shot open in disbelief before I crossed my legs uncomfortably. Fortunately, my mom took that opportunity to point out a house we passed that was on the market and told us about it. Beth managed to keep her hands to herself for the rest of the drive, and acted more like my sister once we were home.
Our house seemed smaller, somehow, when I walked up to the front door. It didn’t feel like I had been gone almost two years, since I had been in a coma for most of it. The house felt alien to me, once I was inside. It was a large 4-bedroom ranch house. I could clearly see the water sparkling in the kidney-shaped pool through the sliding glass back door. The pool was surrounded by a wide cement deck. Three lounge chairs were spread around, and there was a picnic table with an umbrella built into it surrounded by three matching chairs. I shook my head as I looked out at the pool. None of that had been there before I got sick.
The living room and dining room furniture were also new. A large flat screen television on the wall had replaced the old television cabinet we used to have. The kitchen at least looked the same, although there was none of the “junk food” that I remembered.
My bedroom was unrecognizable. In addition to completely new furniture and curtains, it had been repainted, had new carpet, and the closet was open and empty. None of the clothes that had been in there would have fit me anymore. This was a grown-up’s room now, I reflected as I looked at myself in the mirror above my dresser. In the mirror, I saw Beth was standing in my doorway. I turned to her and said, “This doesn’t even feel like the same house.”
“I know, right?” she said, as she came over and wrapped her arms around me. “Still…welcome home, Josh.” I turned to hug her back. We stood there just holding each other for several minutes. Unlike earlier, this was just a warm, comfortable moment. I felt some of the tension drain from my shoulders and neck. Beth felt me relax and rubbed my back with her hands. For the first time since getting out of the car, I did feel like I was home.
It was still early in the morning, so we all sat down for breakfast. It was our first family breakfast in almost two years. My mother wanted to take me out shopping immediately, but I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept at all last night. I was emotionally drained as well.
“I was just too excited to sleep last night,” I told them. After breakfast I excused myself. I gave my dad a big, long hug. I held my mother, and my dad and I exchanged a helpless look as she sobbed uncontrollably in my arms. Beth sat and watched, still eating, and I kissed her on the cheek before padding down the hall to my room. I stripped, put on light workout shorts, and lay down to sleep. When I finally collapsed into my new queen-sized bed, it felt huge. And empty. I was fast asleep within minutes.
I woke up several hours later, bolting upright in the strange bed. My parents were standing in the doorway, my dad had his arm around my mother’s shoulders, and they had the strangest look in their eyes. So many emotions were clearly washing over them as they watched me sleep, watched me wake in panic. I smiled at them, and lay back in the bed. “It’s good to be home,” I said.
I realized then that I was on top of the covers, and my grey workout shorts did nothing to hide my bulge. I sat up quickly and turned to the side of the bed, making a mental note to ALWAYS wear underwear in the future. My dad closed the door, giving me privacy to change into the one pair of cargo shorts my mother had bought for me. Mom wanted to take me out shopping for clothes, and dad was clearly not interested in any part of that expedition. He did, however, show me the excellent workout room he had made of the fourth bedroom. Beth had left earlier, while I slept. When she hadn’t been visiting me in the hospital, she had been hanging out with her friends from high school.
Mom and I had a nice lunch out after we left the second store. The meal was nothing fancy, just pizza; it was just nice to be out with my mother. I had lost count of the times I had stepped out of a dressing room in a new outfit to hear her say, “Oh, you look so handsome!” I realize that sounds jaded, but, come on, it’s my mother. Also, I now look so much like my dad that I would hope she finds me handsome. Otherwise, Dad’s in trouble.
The clothes shopping tour went on for hours. I did get a lot of really nice clothes. I got final say before we bought anything; nothing was awful and forced on my by my mother. Not to come across as ungrateful, but…I’m a guy. It’s clothes. Not that exciting. We were at it so long that we wound up grabbing dinner on the way home. Again, nothing fancy, some sandwiches from a Subway with chips and soda. We brought my dad’s home for him, and ate it at the dining room table. I had just taken a big sip of my Baja Blast when my mom inadvertently dropped a bombshell on me.
“…mmm, that reminds me, your home healthcare worker will be here tomorrow. You remember Leanne? Your sister’s friend?”
I coughed noisily on my soda, barely managing to avoid launching it everywhere. “Sorry. Yeah, I remember her.”
Remember Leanne? My junior high wet dreams were full of Leanne. Half of all my boners were inspired by Leanne since the very first one—and that counted all the recent ones in the hospital. Most of the times I jacked off, it was Leanne I was picturing when I got off. So, yes, you could say I remember Leanne. You could also say Texans kinda remember the Alamo.
Leanne was easily the loveliest of my sister’s friends. She was funny, smart, athletic (she was on the varsity volleyball team), and she was just an awesome friend to my sister. Twice that I could clearly remember, something bad happened to my sister. I was never made privy to what exactly had happened, but then Leanne was there, they went into my sister’s room, and half an hour later, everything was miraculously better.
Leanne was also hopelessly out of my league. She was dating a guy named Steve in our high school. He was “the” Steve. He was the quarterback of the varsity squad. He was easily the most popular and attractive guy in the school his junior year, and only improved as a senior. Worst of all, he was one of the nicest guys I ever met in my life. I mean, from a distance, lusting after Leanne as I did, I wanted to hate the guy. Despite his popularity and his good looks, he was self-deprecating, polite, and treated everybody—even his girlfriend’s best friend’s dorky little brother—with kindness and respect. Once I had hung out with Steve a couple times, I actually felt guilty about lusting after Leanne. You know how it goes, though, that guilt didn’t stop my fantasies from revolving around her.
I realized when I came out of “Leanne Land” that my mother had continued talking and I hadn’t registered any of it. I just nodded, but she was already done with that subject.
She then suggested, ‘Oh, Josh, you need to show your dad all those outfits we got for you. Maybe a little fashion show right here.” She indicated the living room. She waited two seconds, and then just burst out laughing. “Oh, you should see your faces right now! Absolutely priceless.” Yep. She got us.
I actually got a good workout with my dad before we called it a night. There were a couple of machine exercises I hadn’t done at the hospital, like the rowing and butterfly machines, that I did for the first time. I was rewarded with an aching lower back and felt like I had been punched in the chest two hours later.
The next morning, I was shaken awake by my mother. After my usual morning panic passed, I looked at the clock. It was barely 8 am, so I wondered what was going on.
“You need to hurry up and get dressed,” she said, “They’re already here.”
I didn’t want to admit I had tuned her out last night, so I nodded and got up and dressed as quickly as I could. Since I had no idea who “they” were, I put on some nice slacks, a fitted polo shirt, and dress shoes. I tucked in the shirt and put on a belt. Thankfully, my short haircut didn’t take much effort, so I was presentable in six minutes. I walked quickly down the hall to the living room, where I stopped dead in my tracks. My mom was sitting at the dining room table talking with Leanne—who was dressed in dark blue nursing scrubs—and Sarah and Charlene from the hospital. Sarah was wearing a nice summer dress that was some color between pink and purple. Charlene had on a white skirt and a red blouse, and she had her hair drawn back in a ponytail. “What the hell!” I thought, “How did I tune out something like this?”
I was at a loss what to do next. I finally just kept walking toward the table and tried to look pleased rather than shocked. “Hello, ladies,” I managed to get out. With my deeper, “dad” voice, it came out smooth and confident. I had feared I would squeak or that my voice would crack.
Sarah and Charlene had been facing mostly away from me when I approached, so they both turned and leapt out of their chairs to come hug me. I wasn’t prepared for their scent. It’s not something you think about most of the time, but getting a whiff of a familiar scent tends to trigger memories powerfully. Suddenly, I found the scent of their skin, the faint, familiar perfumes that they wore, the smell of their shampoo all washing over me. The memories that exploded inside my head were overpowering, erotic visions. My knees were weak and I fought down a raging boner. Not helping my cause, Charlene growled, “God, you look so sexy Josh.”
Fortunately for all of us, Leanne had chosen that exact moment to exclaim to my mother, “THAT is Josh?” My mother was looking at Leanne, smiling and nodding. As a result, my mom didn’t see Sarah bite my earlobe, but Leanne’s eyebrow shot up when she saw it. I squeezed the two women to me tightly for a moment, smiling at each of them, before releasing them and putting a palm in the small of their backs, ushering them back to the table. My mind was working feverishly on any plan that would get my mom and Leanne out of the house for, say, five or six hours? Drawing a blank there, I instead walked around the table and bent to give my mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to Leanne and put out my hand. She reached out and I took her hand softly, saying, “Leanne. You look well.”
Of course, I was kicking myself for that one. “Well?” What the hell, Josh? How about, “You look great.” “You look fantastic!” “I’m so happy to see you again.” I think I managed to keep that out of my expression.
Leanne said, “Wow, you look amazing!” See? Why didn’t I say that? Good lord.
I took a seat at the end of the table, between Leanne and Sarah. I wanted as much table as possible between my mother and me to hide any embarrassing hard-ons that were likely to arise. I turned to Sarah and Charlene as I sat down, “I presume you were all introduced?” All four women nodded at me. “So, what did I miss?”
“Well, we had been reviewing your records from the hospital stay with Leanne,” Charlene answered. She paused, then, looking thoughtful. She turned to my mother and said, “Actually, Jennifer, it would probably be better if you weren’t here for some of this. It might embarrass Josh for his mother to hear some of the details of his care. No offense, it’s just…”
My mother smiled at the thoughtful gesture. She had seen all my hospital records, of course, and she appreciated how considerate Charlene always was. Rising from her chair, she walked around the table, saying, “Oh, that’s a good idea. I think I’ll head over to my office for a while.” Charlene and Sarah stood up, hugged my mother, and said goodbye before she headed out the front door.
No sooner had the door closed than Sarah turned to Leanne and said, “Oh my God, you are so lucky! How did you get this gig?”
I started at that, but Leanne said, “I know, right? Josh’s sister was my best friend all through high school, and we’ve kept in touch, so when they found out, Mrs. Thompson called me. I’m probably the only LVN they know.”
“Wow,” Charlene responded. “That is just excellent. They just kill us at the hospital. I think we all pulled 80 hours last week.”
“Hey!” I finally spoke up, “You came in on your night off. That wasn’t my fault.”
The alarmed look I got from Sarah and Charlene shut me up immediately.
“No, Josh. We just checked in on our night off.” Sarah’s clipped tone reminded me that I could still mess this up. I could still do or say something stupid and get them all fired. She then turned back to Leanne and said, “Our roommate, Heather, works with us in the coma ward. We always check in to make sure everything’s okay.”
I nodded in agreement, of course. I set a small smile on my face and resolved not to say another damned word unless I had to.
They went on to go over my physical therapy logs, most of which were compiled by Dennis, my physical therapist. There were copious notes between his entries by all four nurses. Often, I noticed, they had put exclamation points after some of the entries. I was burning to ask, but then Leanne answered if for me.
“Wow! He was really lifting weights three days out of a coma? And he was up to a quarter mile walk in eight days?” Sarah and Charlene both nodded their heads both times. “No wonder they released him so early. Sounds like he could have gone home a week sooner, if you had recommended it.”
At that, both Sarah and Charlene looked a little embarrassed, and each gave me an awkward, apologetic look. Not that I would have given up that week for anything in the world. Finally, Sarah said, “Well, we were still worried he might hurt himself. He did tend to push his workouts a bit too much if we didn’t…if we weren’t there to reign him in.”
“I see,” Leanne said. She read on a bit further, looked up again and asked, “Does he still require supervision for bathing?”
“Probably not,” Charlene responded, “We did have a nurse in the bathroom with him, but for the last ten days it was just as a ‘spotter’ so to speak. Hospital regulations required it.” I was honestly impressed at how little their faces colored, how well they kept their expressions neutral. I hoped I was not blushing.
I suddenly realized that I really had to pee. I hadn’t done so since waking up fifteen minutes earlier, and this talk about bathing made me think about it.
“Sorry,” I spoke up, “I really need to use the bathroom, now that you brought up the topic. I’ll be right back.” I got up from the table and walked down the hall to the bathroom Beth and I had always shared. I almost ran over Beth as she emerged bleary-eyed from her room wearing her pajamas. I said “Hey” and kissed her cheek, then “Leanne’s here.” Beth brightened and headed out to the dining room as I ducked into the bathroom. After I had relieved my bladder, I stood over the bowl for a moment, looking down at the huge dick in my hand. I still couldn’t believe it was mine. It was surprisingly limp, considering the company I was keeping out there. “Good boy,” I said to my dick. Then I shook my head and tucked it away before washing my hands.
My dress shoes clicked on the tile floor of the bathroom. Since I realized now I wasn’t going anywhere, I took the shoes off and dropped them on my bedroom floor before padding down the hall. As I approached the dining room table, I saw Leanne and Beth sharing a laugh, with Charlene and Sarah joining in.
I was feeling a little paranoid, so I was relieved when Sarah went on with her story about this poor, bumbling intern who had been trying to hit on Charlene in the hospital cafeteria. I had to cringe when I heard how badly he had embarrassed himself in front of several dozen witnesses. Poor bastard, I thought. I watched as all four of these lovely young women had tears rolling down their cheeks. Something like this had no doubt happened to each of them; some poor slob trying and failing miserably to earn their company.
All I had to do was nearly get myself killed with meningitis.
I had read up on the disease while I was in the hospital, of course. It progresses so rapidly that it kills one in ten people that get it, usually because they mistake their symptoms for a flu or cold and don’t seek medical help until it is too late. That was what I had done. Also, people who are in a coma for more than six weeks often don’t come back. I was lucky just to be alive. As I looked around the table at the gorgeous women surrounding me, I had a horrifying thought.
What if I am still in a coma? What if all of this is just some fantastic dream I’m having while dying in a hospital bed? My palms started sweating at the thought. Leanne was the one who first noticed my expression.
“What’s wrong, Josh? Are you okay?”
My voice croaked as I tried to make the words come out. I shook my head, then, and got up to get a glass of water. I gulped down the cool water, then splashed some in my face to clear my mind. When I sat back down after drying my face, I had everyone’s undivided attention.
“Have you ever read ‘An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge’ by Ambrose Bierce?” I asked. That earned me blank stares for a moment.
Understanding dawned on Leanne’s face. She sucked in a breath, “Oh, that’s horrible. Josh, no!” she shook her head, “This isn’t some fevered dream. You’re really here, with us, in your house.”
She totally got it. Everyone else did after she had said it. There was so much compassion in their faces, I felt a lump forming in my throat.
“I was just looking around the table,” I said, “at how beautiful you all are. It just…it’s all too good to be true.”
Beth was out of her chair in a flash. She ran over, pushed my chair back, and hopped into my lap. She fiercely hugged my head into her bosom and rocked me back and forth. I felt Sarah’s hand stroke my right shoulder while Leanne touched my left arm softly. Everyone was talking softly and trying to reassure me. I managed not to cry or break down. I am so unbelievably lucky, I thought, as I was gently rocked and reassured. (For weeks afterward, I was haunted by this thought that I was dreaming, still in a coma. Not all the time, but it was enough to be really disconcerting when it did happen.) Once I had recovered, I pulled my face from between Beth’s heaving breasts and smiled up at her. She kissed me—chastely—on the lips. I cleared the lump from my throat.
“Thanks, guys,” I finally said, “Now where were we?”
Beth stayed in my lap as Leanne looked at her legal pad. “We were talking about your course of care for the next six weeks here. Sarah had worked up a really solid physical therapy regimen.”
“Dennis really did most of that,” Sarah said, “but, yes, it is a good course. If you can stick to it, you should be…” she was looking at me, lost for a moment, before she softly finished, “…just fine.”
My dick, which had been behaving so well all morning, lurched in my slacks as I met Sarah’s eyes. I hoped Beth hadn’t noticed. I smiled at Sarah and in as normal a tone as I could manage, “Thanks, Sarah. You’re awesome.” I smiled at Charlene and Sarah, and they smiled back.
Looking back at Leanne, I went on, “I’m still not clear on this though. You mentioned earlier how this is a ‘great gig’ for you?”
Charlene answered that. “Oh, good lord, Josh. Leanne is getting paid by your dad’s insurance company to supervise your home health care for up to three months after your hospital stay. Normally, and correct me if I’m wrong here, Leanne, that is just a dirty, tough job that pays squat.” Leanne nodded in confirmation. “For this job, she gets paid by the insurance company almost three times her normal rate to watch a young stud work out six hours a day, five days a week, whenever she wants to schedule it.” Leanne, Charlene, and Sarah were all smiling at that. I couldn’t read Beth’s expression, but she didn’t correct Charlene for calling her little brother a “stud.” She was, after all, sitting on the evidence.
Leanne spoke up, continuing where she had left off earlier. “The one thing I definitely want to add to your physical therapy, though, is we need to use that pool. I will make sure to add it in appropriately.”
“Good thinking,” Sarah said. Charlene looked wistful. From that point, those three were basically in “shop talk” mode, three colleagues talking about work. Beth squeezed me a bit tighter. I looked up at her and we shared a smile. I leaned against her and held her. I felt so safe and warm. So loved.
Beth finally got out of my lap to go get changed. I got up to fix myself some breakfast. I offered to make something for everyone, but they had eaten. Nurses are used to getting up really early and eating, it seems. I found some cereal and had a bowl of that. I tried not to stare at Charlene’s ass in her skirt when she got up and refilled coffee for all three women. Beth emerged, dressed in shorts and a loose t-shirt. She saw the box of cereal I had left on the counter and poured herself a bowl. She had coffee as well. I realized that I had never had coffee in my life, and that all four of them were drinking the stuff. After cleaning out my cereal bowl, I saw the pot was almost empty. I poured the little bit that was left into a cup and took a sip. Gack! It was bitter and left a horrible aftertaste in my mouth. How could they drink this stuff? I washed out the pot, then started a fresh one for them.
The three nurses continued visiting for another hour, really enjoying having this opportunity to just relax and talk. Beth brought me a really nice phone, the latest Galaxy model. I was surprised when she told me it was mine. I had to have her show me how the thing worked; I had never had my own phone before. She started to sit in my lap, but then I begged off. “Wait, let me go change into something more comfortable,” I said. It was a bit warm in the house for the dress slacks I was wearing.
Back in my room, I stripped off the pants and hung them back in my closet. For once, looking around the room, it felt like it was really my room. That I hadn’t broken into some stranger’s house to raid their closet. I chuckled at the thought as I pulled on my familiar gray workout shorts and a tank top without thinking about it. When I sat down in the dining room and Beth plopped down in my lap, I definitely thought about it. I could clearly feel her warm, naked thigh pressed right on top of the shaft of my cock through the thin fabric. I know, it’s my sister. Damn, she smelled good, though. I forced myself to pay close attention to her phone tutorial. She was good at explaining how to navigate it, how the features worked, and some really useful tips. She then asked Leanne for her number and put it in my phone. “This HAS to be a dream,” I thought as Leanne rattled off her number, “Seriously, Leanne is giving me her number.” Charlene then pulled out her phone and gave my sister her number while Beth gave her mine. Sarah also put my number in her phone, then gave her number to Beth and Leanne. Charlene then had Beth put Heather’s number in my phone as well, and she gave Dennis’ phone number to Leanne. I would have felt way out of line, way too obvious if I had asked for any of the nurses’ numbers. Now I had them all. I had to control myself to keep from shaking my head in disbelief.
Several minutes later, Sarah reluctantly rose and stretched. “This was really great. We do need to get going, though.”
I felt a pang at that. I didn’t know when I would see them again once they walked out that door. Beth hopped off of my lap, and I was shocked again. “You guys have got to come over and use the pool!” she sounded…I don’t know-bubbly?-when she said that. She hugged Sarah, who looked as stunned as I felt. Beth leaned back and said, “Just give us a call.” She then hugged Charlene. We all walked out the front door. Charlene hugged me fiercely and kissed my cheek. Sarah was gentler in when she embraced me. I could feel the tension in her back, though. She was carefully controlling herself.
I waved goodbye as they drove away, saw my sister and Leanne doing the same. I turned back to follow them into the house. “Too good to be true,” I thought again as I watched Leanne’s perfect ass going into my house. Dread washed over me again at the thought. I kept walking, closed the door behind us. I thought hard about it, then. If this all turns out to be some messed-up dream, I should just enjoy it. If it’s just a dream, not a damn thing you can do about it.
I walked into the living room, where Beth and Leanne were standing and talking. They both looked at me.
“You look better,” Beth spoke up. “Finally feel like you are really home now?”
“Yes. Yes I am.” I smiled at them. “So, Leanne, I guess you’re my boss now. What should I be doing now?”
Both women giggled at that, and Leanne, my wet dream goddess since forever, actually fucking blushed!
It’s a whole new world.
Two hours later, I was seriously rethinking what kind of goddess she was as I lay on the bench press covered in sweat. She had me “working out to failure” with far more weight than I could have ever imagined I could lift. It would have been a lot easier if I wasn’t fighting the whole time to keep from getting a raging hard-on as she leaned over me displaying that cleavage. I kept finding myself pinned beneath the bar when I just couldn’t push it any more, and she would lean down to help me get the weight back onto the supports. Each time, her chest was heaving with the effort, impossible to ignore. I was sure she caught me looking, but she didn’t say anything.
That particular torture finally ended. I toweled the sweat from the bench and then my face and arms. Leanne was toweling her own sweat from her face and chest. Her dark blue scrubs showed clearly that she was sweating profusely in the hot, closed space of that room. My eyes took in her body and moved up to her face. I was going to say something, but she started first. “Well, this is stupid,” she said. “I won’t be wearing these scrubs anymore. Let me see if Beth has anything I can borrow.” She left the room, and I heard her call out, “Hey, Beth…” I sat back down, just exhausted. My shoulders and arms were trembling as I continued toweling them dry.
Beth poked her head in a couple minutes later. “Hey, Josh, do you have a swimsuit?”
I had to think about it for a minute. We hadn’t bought one. “Maybe,” I dragged that out, still thinking over some of the shorts we had bought, wondering if my old trunks would still fit. “I’ll have to check; give me a sec.” I went into my room and rummaged through the dresser. I found my old swim trunks. That was a big nope. The waistband of those shorts was smaller than one of my thighs now. I was a little sad as I folded them and set them on top of my dresser. I had some good time in those shorts, and it didn’t feel like it had been that long ago.
I went through my newer shorts and found a pair that looked like they would do. They were brightly colored jogging shorts, made of nylon or rayon. I pulled off my sweaty workout clothes and pulled them on. They were loose and came to mid-thigh. I came out of my room and called out, “I found some. They’re not swim trunks, but they should be fine.”
Beth’s voice answered from her bedroom, “Cool. Hey, you should grab a shower while I find something for Leanne to wear. Dad’s pretty picky about that.”
“Okay,” I responded. That did sound like our dad. I showered the sweat from my body quickly. As I was drying, I could hear my sister talking to Leanne in her room. I froze at the words coming through the wall.
“…so I went back to the coma ward. Those guys knew me, so they let me go even though it was after visiting hours. I swear, those slutty nurses had their hands all over him!”
Oh, shit.
Leanne’s voice came next, “Hey! I’M one of those slutty nurses now. Watch yourself!”
My dick, which had been so well-behaved all morning, was rapidly becoming an iron bar at that combination of thoughts.
“Well, I just couldn’t believe it. They never saw me, but one of them just started sucking his dick! Right there in his bed. And—oh my god—it was huge.”
“Really? Like, how huge are we talking?”
“You remember Tommy Cramer? About that long, but even thicker, from what I could see.”
“You have got to be shitting me!”
“Nope.”
“Damn. Sucks to be you.”
“Why is that?”
“He’s your brother. I could actually have some of that.”
“You slut!”
“You know it. Plus, you can’t really blame those nurses. They work sixty to eighty hour weeks, no time for a life, nothing steady unless they’re banging a doctor—what? No, seriously, that happens all the time. Putting a prime piece of meat in front of them like that…that’s like tossing a steak in front of a starving dog. What would you expect?”
I had to run cold water over my dick for a full minute to get the swelling to go down. Before I was done, Beth was knocking on the bathroom door. “You about done in there?’ she asked.
“Yeah. I’ll be out in a minute.” I dried my rebellious soldier off and pulled on the shorts, checking in the mirror to make sure my bulge wasn’t obvious before walking out. I carried a beach towel in front of me, just to be safe.
I got to the sliding glass back door and opened it, but no one was out there. I looked into the kitchen before hollering, “I’m going out back.”
Beth’s voice came back from the direction of my parents’ bedroom. “Go ahead. Leanne’s in the shower in here.” Then I saw her come out of the hall. She had a towel wrapped around her. She kept walking past as she continued on to our bathroom, “I’ll shower in here since you’re done.”
I had expected the pool water would be colder than it was. It wasn’t hot water, just a nice, comfortable temperature. I had dipped in a foot to test it. I set my towel on the picnic table and jumped in. The water felt so good on my tortured muscles that I was relaxing immediately. Oh…the relief was just marvelous. I was lying in the pool, feeling relaxed, when I heard the sliding door open and glanced over that way. I saw a perfect set of calves and beautiful painted toenails first. My eyes flowed up over shapely thighs, pouty pussy lips pressed tightly into the fabric of a bikini bottom. Above that was an appealing little tummy with a belly button I would love to bury my tongue in. Higher still, and the curves of luscious breasts barely stuffed into a tiny bikini top came into view, dark nipples showing through the thin material…
“My eyes are up here, you perv!”
Holy hell. It was my sister. She was laughing, and seemed not to be serious about it or offended. I smiled at her and waved as she and Leanne made their way up the three stairs to the pool deck. I turned away, not wanting to get busted staring or possibly drooling at them. I was shaken, though. My sister is hot! How had I not known that before? Oh, that’s right. Leanne was the answer to that one. Leanne’s perfect curves were burned into my brain. Every time we had gone swimming and my sister was in a bathing suit, Leanne was there and had my full attention. Well, that and trying not to get caught staring at her…and trying to fight back a full-blown hard-on the entire time. Being me around Leanne was a full-time battle.
Now it seemed I was in a battle on two fronts. The swelling in my shorts told me I was losing this battle.
My calm relaxation in the pool came splashing to an end as my sister and Leanne jumped into the pool and attacked me. Beth tried to dunk me, and I tickled her ribs. I was keeping her at bay when Leanne jumped onto my back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I could feel her luscious, soft breasts pressed into my back and her legs wrapped around me. The thin fabric of my sister’s spare bikini bottom did little to shield my lower back from that hot pussy mound I could clearly feel rubbing against me there. I felt Leanne’s foot touch my throbbing boner and realized I was now sticking right out of the bottom of my woefully inadequate shorts. I was whirling quickly, extricating myself and pushing away their hands, just trying to avoid the embarrassment of having to explain my rampant erection.
Then they both dove at me at once, and I managed to wrap an arm around both of their waists and keep them there. I stood up, holding them mostly out of the water. They were both laughing and struggling to break free. Finally, they just relaxed as I walked the three of us into deeper water. When the water lifted their breasts, I saw that both of them had rock-hard nipples pressing out their tops. My traitorous cock was waving out in front of me outrageously. I hoped they couldn’t see it as clearly as I could through the water.
“Dad really did a great job with the pool,” I said aloud. “Don’t you wish we would have had this years ago?”
“Yeah,” Beth responded, “We totally could have avoided all those pervy guys at the public pool.”
Leanne nodded in agreement, which put on a spectacular boob show to my right. I blew indignantly into the water. “Hey! You shouldn’t talk about all my friends that way!”
Both girls laughed hard at that. Now there were two equally spectacular shows going on. I was afraid I might cum right on the spot when I felt a delicate foot touch my hard cock.
“What have we here?” Leanne breathed huskily into my ear. Oh, boy. I’m totally busted. Doubly so when I felt Beth’s toes squeeze me from the other side.
I was frozen and stammering as those toes explored the length of my shaft. “It feels like a hard COCK,” Beth breathed in my other ear, “but it’s way too big to be that.” I groaned out loud, unable to contain the sound.
“No,” Beth went on, “Something that big would just destroy a little pussy like mine.”
Leanne’s groan in my ear made my knees buckle. I shakily made my way into the shallow end of the pool, pushing off with my feet so that we drifted toward the stairs together. I relaxed my grip around their hips, and we came to a rest with my arms loosely around their backs. As those dexterous toes slid down my legs, two urgent hands replaced them on my shaft.
“Oh! It IS a cock,” Leanne growled. I turned to her, and then she was kissing me. I mean, seriously kissing me. Her tongue was in my mouth, impossibly hot and her hand was squeezing and stroking me in the warm water. Beth continued for her as she also stroked the base of my shaft, “Yes. It’s a great, big, thick, amazing cock.”
My upper back and neck were firmly against the top stairs in the pool. Leanne broke off the kiss and looked at Beth, and then they were lifting my hips toward the surface of the water. I was convinced that this was a dream when they both squeezed an ass cheek at the same time and pushed half of my throbbing boner up out of the water. Leanne breathed out, “Oh!” just as my sister muttered, “Jesus. It’s even bigger than I thought.”
The jogging shorts I wore were plastered uselessly to my abdomen, and the entire length of my cock was standing straight up in front of them. Leanne released her grip on my shaft and drifted out of my arm toward my hip. She was looking at Beth as she spoke softly.
“I’m sorry, Beth, I just have to…” she looked down at the head of my cock, and then she drifted down and opened her mouth wide to take me in. My dream goddess had me in her mouth. My own mouth was open wide, helpless as I looked up at my sister…and then Beth was kissing me. Not like a sister was supposed to kiss her brother, either. She twirled her tongue around mine, and then sucked my tongue hard into her mouth. I felt my cock pulse, felt Leanne suck the pre-cum offering right out of me. Her sexy groan around my sensitive head almost got her the entire load at once. She wrapped her hand tightly around the base of my shaft and slowly slid it up my length, forcing more of my salty pre-cum into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock head, and she pulled her mouth off of me with a soft slurp.
“Oh my God, Beth. Stop kissing your brother like that,” she said. Her voice was still husky as she said it. Beth reluctantly stopped trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Then, as she leaned down to take my mouth again, Leanne mumbled, “You need to try his tasty pre-cum instead.” I tried to struggle as Leanne kissed me, tried to moan out a protest, but I was lost when my sister’s hot, wet mouth slurped my cock eagerly inside.
Beth’s mouth was moaning with a high pitch as it worked me over. She was sucking insistently at the tip, her tongue lashing hungrily. Then her lips were working their way around the crown of my head, and it popped fully inside her mouth. My own moans into Lynn’s mouth only seemed to spur her on as she devoured my tongue and lips with hers. I finally tried to struggle free again, tried to stop this before it got further out of hand.
Leanne froze me with a glare. Her voice, though not loud, had steel in it when she told me, “Don’t you dare. You told me I’m the boss, right?” I nodded weakly at that. She leaned down so that her lips touched my ear, and whispered almost silently, “Let Beth have this. She really needs it, Josh.”
When she rose back up, she looked down and lust sparkled in her eyes when she saw Beth. My sister had four inches of my shaft inside her mouth, and her lips were sliding up and down it making hungry slurping noises. Leanne then said, “We need to get you a real bathing suit, Josh. We can’t have your mother seeing you like this.” Once again, she leaned down to my ear and whispered “or your sister won’t be your only relative sucking your dick.” Beth groaned as I exploded helplessly in her mouth. She was shaking uncontrollably and making all sorts of filthy sounds as she gulped down every drop. Noises a brother should never hear his sister making.
My eyes were wide as Leanne grinned triumphantly down at me. What did she know about my mother that I didn’t? Was she just trying to be especially dirty to get me off, or was there something…I should let it drop. Something in Leanne’s eyes told me I needed to tend to my sister.
Beth was just releasing me from her mouth when I scooped her up in my arms and walked us into deeper water. I had my legs bent, keeping her right at the surface as I carried her. She was still working on swallowing the massive load I had put into her mouth. I kept my voice low as I spoke to her.
“That was so intense, Beth. Thank you. You are awesome. I never realized until today what a sexy woman my sister has grown up to be.”
She finished swallowing and put her arms around my neck. She breathed softly onto my skin as she said, lightly, “Oh, you’re just saying that because I sucked your dick.”
“No, Beth. I realized how sexy you were when you walked out that door,” I turned us around, facing the house, “and I looked at you as a woman for the first time in my life. A radiant, gorgeous, sexy woman.”
She beamed up at me. I couldn’t help myself.
“…with fantastic tits!” and I buried my face noisily in her cleavage. Beth shrieked and laughed, fighting me off. Leanne laughed hard as she watched us from the stairs. When I looked up at Leanne, she looked sincerely happy. The steel I had seen in her eyes was gone.
I wandered around the pool with Beth in my arms. She held on to my neck, looking up adoringly at me. We talked a little, softly, but mostly we just enjoyed holding each other in the warm water. Lynne seemed reluctant to interrupt, but finally said, “We should really get cleaned up and dressed before your parents get home.”
I showered quickly, by myself, and dried off quickly as well. When I emerged, Leanne went in and shooed me out. I went to my room and dressed in cargo shorts and a long polo shirt. Beth came in as I pulled on my second sock. The heat and desire I saw in her eyes was undeniable. We stood in my room and kissed passionately, our hands groping at each other. We were moving slowly toward the bed when, “Ahem!” Leanne said from the doorway. She looked at us sternly. “You two better get your act together before your parents get home. If they see you looking at each other like that, you will get kicked out of the house.”
Leanne was still wrapped in a towel, still dripping wet. She was also completely in charge.
She stepped back into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she unwrapped the towel and finished drying off with it. As badly as I wanted to feast my eyes on her body, she had my gaze trapped with her eyes. The steel was back, now. She owned me, and we both knew it. When she was dry, she wrapped the towel back around her body and went to grab her phone. As it started to ring, she sent Beth to get her an outfit so we could go shopping. Then she was talking to my mother on the phone.
“Hello! It’s Leanne. Listen, we need to get Josh some swim trunks so we can use the pool for his therapy.” She then flashed me her tits, and this time encouraged me to look at them. They were perfectly formed D-cups, capped by pale pink aureoles. Her nipples were hard, and she pulled my head down so I could take one in my mouth as she continued on the phone. “Beth will go with us, and we’ll grab something to eat while we’re out. Oh! That would be awesome.” She looked down at me encouragingly, then grabbed my hair and shifted me to her other breast. “That sounds good. You guys enjoy yourselves. I’ll make sure I call before we come back.” Leanne hung up the phone and groaned softly. She let me enjoy her breast for a few more precious seconds before pushing me gently away and wrapping her towel tightly around her again. She leaned up and kissed me hard, and then turned to go into Beth’s room.
I was frozen where I stood. Just…wow.
I heard giggling from Beth’s room, and then Leanne ducked into our bathroom to try on the outfit that Beth had given her. When she opened the door, she looked sharp in the khaki shorts and blouse. She gathered her dirty nursing scrubs and strolled out to the kitchen to find a shopping bag for them. We were ready to head out the door when Beth mentioned she needed to go to the bathroom first. Leanne nodded and said, “We’ll meet you out front.”
As soon as the front door closed behind us, Leanne turned to me. Her face deadly serious, she said, “Look, Josh, this is really, really important. You need to be good to Beth. I mean really good.”
I was confused, and started to ask, “What…”
“I love Beth to death. She is the nicest person I have ever met, and she is my best friend. But she has the worst taste in men. Every guy she has dated has been complete shit. The two girls in college, too.” My eyebrows shot up, and she nodded curtly before continuing, “For the next week, she isn’t your sister. I’m letting you fuck my best friend. You got it? You’d better treat her right.” I nodded, but I was still confused, and she could read it easily. She sighed and went on. “Josh, I want you so badly right now. I wanted to jump you in the pool and then in the shower after. But Beth needs you now. So we’re both going to wait. Eventually, she will offer to share you with me. And then we will get to do everything you’ve ever wanted to do with me. But if you mess this up for Beth, if you hurt her…”
The steel and fire in her eyes told me the rest. If I fucked this up, my goddess would destroy me.