Double Take
Chapter 6
“Panic will kill you—and make you look like an asshole in the process.”
—David Pedreira, Gunpowder Moon
PHYSICAL THERAPY with Nurse Molly was simultaneous pain and pleasure. Everything she had me do hurt somewhere. She’d get me standing up and help me keep my balance while I did toe-rises on my left leg. Then she’d have me sit on a chair and lift my cast-encumbered leg horizontal so she could put a stool under it. This was the position she wanted me in to work on keeping my shoulders limber as she raised and worked each arm in the socket. She rotated my torso in this position as well and while I was being tortured, have me do leg lifts and stomach crunches.
The pleasure part was that after the first week, Molly started dressing more casually. She talked it over with my parents one morning to make sure they didn’t expect her to be there in a nurse’s uniform every day. They were fine with casual clothes. I liked Molly and that went a long way with my parents accepting any eccentricities she might have. After all, if she was wiping my butt and giving me baths, they didn’t have to be inconvenienced. Her casual clothes weren’t risqué by any stretch of the imagination. It wasn’t like she was wearing miniskirts and tank tops. But despite keeping her breasts well-armored in a bra, her T-shirts and sweatpants were… softer and I appreciated her shape. I didn’t mind the fact that she often brushed those breasts against me as she was maneuvering my limbs, or how her ass looked in those sweats when she bent over to lift my leg.
I was in a perpetual state of being horny, but she worked me so hard each day that I was often just ready to sleep when Em got home from school. I was hoping that the weekend rest would be a time when Em would want to play again.
Friday finally came and Molly was out the door a minute after Emily walked in.
“J, this is my friend Francine.” Francine? Hadn’t Em told me a few weeks ago that Francine got knocked up? I tried not to be too conspicuous checking her out to see if she was showing. She was a little heavy anyway and was at that awkward point when a guy would keep his mouth shut for fear that suggesting she was pregnant would get him knocked out because she was just fat. And I couldn’t get more than fleeting glances from V2’s memories. She hadn’t done anything for him, so was just a shadow that followed his sister on occasion.
“Nice to see you again, Francine,” I said.
“That’s fine from your sister but I’d prefer you just call me Francie like everyone else does.”
“Oh. Sorry, Francie. I didn’t think.”
“Yeah, well I understand you got your rocks kicked in, so I forgive you. How are you doing on your schoolwork?” She wanted to talk about school? Was Em bringing me a tutor?
“The reading’s not bad. I managed to get the texts online from this company that has material for disabled students so I can read them on my Kindle. Unless I get some speech to text software, I’m not going to get any writing done, so I’ll have a boatload of paperwork to catch up on when I get my hands back.”
“Wow! Do they make speech to text? That would be so cool. Or maybe you could just have Siri type it up for you.”
“Hey, I never thought about that. Do I have an iPhone, Em?”
“Had. You lived. It died. Poor Siri, killed by a bus.”
“Um…”
“J, don’t go there. You’ve got to learn to joke about this stuff. It was all just a bad dream.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Em used that line a lot. Of course, it was usually when I was waking up from a nightmare, but it seemed like her answer to everything bad was to treat it like a bad dream and wake yourself up. I guess that wasn’t too bad a way to look at something. My memories of V2’s life were a lot like a dream that kept flitting away when I tried to focus on them. I didn’t want that to happen with my V1 life. My biggest advantage in this world would be my V1 memories. It’s the only reason I wasn’t too worried about the battery of algebra tests I’d have to take when I finally went back to school. I’d become a mechanical engineer in V1 and had a lot of math behind me. Not that I could just sit down and reconstruct it without some review, but the knowledge was there.
“Why don’t you show me how you can get around in that magic carpet chair of yours. Em says your room has some savage art in it. Show me.”
“Em?”
“You know the ’rents. If I don’t get my stupid SS homework done, I won’t have time to get ready for my date. Entertain Francie for a bit so I can concentrate. ’KK?”
“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” Well, if Em brought Francie home for me to entertain, I guessed I’d better do it. And she bragged to someone about that monstrosity on my wall? Shit. I wheeled down the hall and almost ran into Francie when I backed into my room.
“Hey! You need a beeper on that thing to let people know you’re backing up!”
“Sorry about that. You’re the first person to visit here that doesn’t know how I get into my room. I can’t turn the corner facing forward.”
“Yeah. Remember to tell the next girl who comes to visit you so she doesn’t get her toes flattened. Hey! That wall is tox. You did this?”
“I guess so.”
“Maybe you can come over and paint my baby room. That’ll make him psycho for sure.” I was getting lost in Francie’s slang. Some words sounded familiar but I kept trying to apply definitions that were forty or fifty years old.
“I… uh… don’t know if I can paint like that anymore. It’s like… maybe I lost something.”
“Hey, I get it,” she said. She sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me. I noticed she’d pushed the door closed. In my current condition, closing the door was as good as locking me in. I quelled my panic and felt for my bell strapped around my chest in reach of my fingers. “You reached an abyss. The art was getting you there and then you tumbled in. You’d be surprised how well I understand. When I found out I was brooding I almost went out to find a bus myself.”
“Why didn’t you,” I whispered. I wasn’t trying to be mean, but I kind of wanted to know. She took it positively.
“Hey, it isn’t the brat’s fault. I got drunk. I got laid. I got pregnant. Colin claimed I’d had sex with everybody at the party so he couldn’t be the father and my reputation is trashed. And… it’s kinda awesome sauce being pregnant. I can feel my body changing. My folks aren’t thrilled, but they don’t want me to abort and I figure that means they’ll support me. Everybody wins. At least the peapod and I do.”
“That’s pretty… Wow! I never would have thought of it like that.”
“And that’s what brings me here.”
“Huh?”
“Emily says you can’t whack off. Just knowing how much time I spend with my fingers in the stink, that’s got to be miserable for you. If you want, I’ll do you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I like cocks. I didn’t do everyone at that party, but if I’d had the opportunity, I might have.”
“I’m always horny and most of the time, I’m hard.” In fact, I’d been hard ever since Francie sat on my bed. There was something about the way she lounged there that… What am I saying? She was female and I was fourteen. “I’d like it.”
“There’s one thing. It’s why I know Colin was the only guy I fucked at that party. I like to kiss a guy when I’m holding his cock. There was only one guy there I was willing to kiss.”
“You… um… want to kiss me?”
“Yeah. Then I’ll take my pants off so you can see my mommy tube cream while I stroke you to a good one. You cool?”
“So cool.” Em sometimes kissed the top of my head, but a real kiss on the lips. Maybe with a little tongue? Fuck, yes.
It wasn’t easy. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t put my arms around her. I couldn’t move into her, hold her, feel her tatas against my chest. I thought she’d give up before she finally managed a position where she could lean over my chair and my casts and get her mouth up next to mine.
But, oh God, could she kiss! I let sixty years of experience exploring mouths I loved take control of me and even though I couldn’t use my hands, I could shift my head, drink with my lips, and snake my tongue around her mouth. And somewhere while we were kissing, I felt her hand in my lap. We had to stop kissing to get the next phase arranged.
Did you know there are special clothes for people with two immobilized arms? My shirt of the day was pulled over my head and below my casts, then back up between the casts and my chest. Velcro was now a thing of the past. The shirt had magnetic closures at the shoulder. Modified sweatpants were the complement. They pulled up my left leg and Dad or Molly could get them under my butt. Then the part that went halfway down my thigh had a magnetic strip that would close it over the cast without having to pull it up. It had the added advantage that the magnets could be quickly released to get to my diaper and get a bedpan under me.
It didn’t take long for Francie to figure out the closure and get my diaper open. I was already raging hard but she didn’t go straight for it. First, she stripped out of her own jeans and panties.
She had a neat landing strip above her slit and everything else was shaved smooth. I had to remind myself that she was seventeen and I was only fourteen. It was okay for me to look at a pussy that was smooth as a baby’s. Most of the girls my V3 age wouldn’t have a lot more hair than this.
“I’m not like super sexy, you know,” she sighed. “But if you want to see my boobies, I’ll take my shirt off.”
“Yes, please,” I croaked. Other than a few glimpses of my sister, I hadn’t seen a live bare tit in twenty years. I reminded myself I was only fourteen.
She pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra without any big fuss. Francie was sitting next to me completely naked. My flagpole was waving back and forth, aching for her touch.
No, she wasn’t the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, I suppose. Her tits already sagged a bit and the nipples didn’t really pop out. I’d grown accustomed to aging breasts, though, and these were still only seventeen and looked magnificent to me.
“Can I kiss them?” I managed to whisper.
“Really?” She shifted around and pushed one of those tit-bits into my mouth. I latched on and thought she was going to scream. “Oh, God, yes!” Her hand went straight to my cock but she was too caught up in her own sensations to stroke. She just held me while I sucked. She pulled the nipple out of my mouth with a pop and shoved the other one in. This one seemed to like it just as much. She started exercising her wrist muscles and pulled at the skin. “Just a minute. Just a minute,” she said, pulling away from me.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I just have something here in my purse.” She produced a small squeeze bottle. “Sometimes I really need a fast come and don’t have time to get all wet by myself. So, I keep a little bottle of KY. You’ll love the feel on your cock.” She settled back on my bed and spread her legs. “I don’t think I need any on the hot pocket. I’ll just use a little on you.”
I preferred the feeling of Astroglide but there was nothing wrong with her hand sliding up and down my erection. I could hardly suggest a different brand. Especially when I was staring up into her open shaved tunnel. There was no way to do everything at once. I wanted to suck her tits, look at her pussy, and kiss her all at once while she built the tension in my balls as well as I could. Her fingers flew on her clit and it seemed to get bigger as I watched. She was moaning and I was past the point of no return.
“Oh, yeah,” I groaned as the first spurt rocketed through her fingers. “Oh, yeah!”
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!” she said. Her fluids ran clear from her hole and all that hairless cunt was coated.
We just sat there like that for a couple of minutes. She didn’t let go of my sloppy cock and her fingers twitched in her cunt.
“You want another little taste of my titties before I put ’em away?” she lazily asked.
“Yeah. Francie, you’re awesome.”
“You get your fingers free and you’ll get them right up inside this little puss. You know, I’m preggers and I’m going to get big and round. It will be a lot harder for me to reach the treasure chest with my own fingers. You’ll help, won’t you Jake?”
“Yeah. As soon as I’m out of these casts, I’ll be happy to give as good as I got.”
“You mind if I visit you a couple of times a week?”
“Francie, I’d be happy if you visited every day.”
“I can’t do it that often, but I will when I can.”
I spent a lot of time thinking that night. I guess I understood and I tried not to be disappointed. Em felt we were getting too close to the line between just being a nice sister and becoming a lover. So, she brought me Francine. Still being a nice sister. And Francie had no reluctance at all when it came to our pleasure. She’d actually kept stroking me gently after our stupendous come until I was hard again and she focused on just bringing me off.
It didn’t take long for her to figure out that it would be easier if she brought a washcloth and towel in before we started. The little wet wipes that I had beside the bed weren’t really adequate for cleaning up either of our messes. Once I had a chance to observe her body as she moved around, I could see the gentle rounding of her womb as she grew the child inside her. She was just entering her second trimester and this one would really change her. I was looking forward to getting my casts off so I could use my fingers on that smooth little pie.
On the other hand, the fact that Emily was obviously pulling away hurt a little. I admitted that I’d become more than a little infatuated with my sister over the past few weeks. I had to step back into my eighty-year-old self to gain control over my fourteen-year-old self. I realized how slippery reality was and how difficult it was to get a grasp on it.
When I, V1, was sixteen or seventeen, I had a girlfriend. Well, as close to a girlfriend as I was able to have. In that day, regardless of what the movies tell you, it wasn’t that easy to date. I never met any girl who was allowed to go out with a boy before she was sixteen and the good girls didn’t date till they were seventeen.
And we went slower. Oh, we had our locker room chatter about who would and wouldn’t and who had and hadn’t.
“Jim, how was your date Saturday?”
“Rosie is a fine figure of a woman. A fine figure of a woman. How’d you do with Janene?”
“I want to spend my life inhaling that girl’s scent. Off my fingers.”
We were jerks, but we were gentlemen about it. Only the lowest levels of our social stratum were actually ‘doing it.’ We were disgusted with their talk and still a little envious of their experience.
Oh. My girlfriend. We managed to go out about every other week unless we could meet at school for an event. Sock hops were big in the fifties. I made sure I had a clean pair of socks with no holes in them when we went out.
I held Carol’s hand as we walked home that night. She didn’t often let me hold her hand. Said it was too intimate. Putting my arm around her wasn’t a problem because that kept her warm. But that night. The dance had been fine and we worked up quite a sweat swinging. Having her hand in mine that night made the world perfect. We’d been dating for close to three months and tonight was the night I’d decided to kiss her. I even prayed about it.
“God, if I kiss Carol tonight, I swear I will never kiss another girl. Give her lips to me and I will make her mine forever.” Maybe I should have said ‘Amen.’
I walked Carol up to her front door and turned her toward me. I leaned forward to kiss those lips I so desired and found her ear turned toward me. I sort of got a kiss on her cheek. She said, “Goodnight, Jacob,” and slipped inside.
She was busy the next week. And the next. And I finally got the message that we weren’t going out anymore. It took me a while before I asked anyone else out and I was shocked when my date said, “Carol warned me that you like to get right down to business.”
I wondered if Em had warned Francie that I fell in love easily.
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