How My World Got Turned Upside Down
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Cousins, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Slow, Violent,
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Girl and cousin spend every day together and she was developing a crush on her cousin. She thought her world was perfect until the day she asked him for a massage. After getting a wonderful massage from him, she offered to give him one. For a brief moment she saw extreme terror in his eyes and that was the beginning of the end of her perfect world.
Where to begin? Well, that is a difficult one. So, let me first tell you a bit about myself. My name is Carla Jacobs. I am 15 years old and never had a real boyfriend. Oh, I have had dates and such, but nothing serious. However, I do have a very special friend, who I do secretly love. Why do I keep it a secret? Because I am not sure how he would react and I am afraid our friendship would be ruined. I know what you are thinking, I am not the guy, any guy would love to have a girl love him. The problem, you see, is that he is my cousin. So, there is also the legal thing. It sort of is against the law for anything to happen between us, but I don't really care about that, but I do worry what my family would think.
Every day, since we were about 5 John has come to my house to do homework together, watch movies, talk, eat and enjoy each other's company. My parents love him, especially my father. Every day, when John comes over, my father will answer the door and John will always say, "Hello Mr. Jacobs, may I come in?"
My father has told him over and over, "John, you don't have to ring the bell or ask to come in, you can just pretend you live here, ok?"
However, each time, he will reply with either, "that would not be polite" or "I wouldn't want to impose especially if you were busy" or "oh no, I could never do that."
My father would just laugh and let him in. Then John would bound up the stairs and knock on my door. I would open my door with a smile and say, "come in".
I thought I lived in a perfect world until the day I asked him for a massage. No, it isn't what you think. He was a perfect gentleman and he gave me a great massage and didn't try to cop a feel or anything, although I wouldn't have minded in the least. My world flipped upside down when I offered to give him a massage and he refused. It was more than that, I saw fear, I mean true fear in his eyes, it was just for a second, before he was able to control his emotions and hide them from me. But, for a split second I saw a 15 year old child extremely scared to have me touch him. Then I thought again at how it was almost 100 degrees outside and he always wore long sleeve shirts. "John, why do you have such a long sleeve shirt on? Aren't you hot?" I asked.
"Oh, no, I am fine," he replied.
"Here, let me try something, I am going to roll the sleeves up and see if you feel better," I said.
Then I became very concerned because he jumped back from me, showed me his face of fear again for a second and pulled his arms close to his body and quickly smiled and said, "oh no really Carla, I am fine. I prefer to be warm. Please? Can't we just watch a movie? Is that ok?"
I looked at him and I knew what I had to do. I smiled and said, "Ok, you find a movie you like and I will go make us some lemonade. Ok?"
He smiled and said, "Ok! Thank you Carla."
I left the room, went down, grabbed mom from the kitchen and went to walk to where my dad was sitting on the sofa watching a football game and said, "Dad, can you turn that off, I need to talk to you, it's urgent."
My mom looked at me with questioning eyes and my dad grabbed the clicker, turned off the game and looked at me and said, "Sure Pumpkin, what is wrong?"
I looked at my dad and as bravely as I could, I said, "Dad, I would never say this if I didn't believe it 100% and I know you might want to get angry at me, but please listen to what I have to say and look at the facts." My dad was fidgeting in his seat and his expression became serious. I continued, "I think your brother is abusing John."
"What!? How dare you!" he started to raise his voice.
I quickly put my finger up and looked at him serious like and I cut in and said, "Let me finish."
He sat back again and said, "fine." But, I knew it was not a happy fine. But, he was willing to listen.
"Look at how we are all dressed, have you ever seen John wear a short sleeve shirt?"
He thought for a second, "No. So? Maybe he just enjoys those clothes?"
"Today, I offered to give him a massage and he showed me a face of extreme terror for a split second."
"Honey, maybe he is just afraid to have a girl touch him. Many boys his age still haven't found out that they are supposed to like girls," he said as he started to laugh having felt that he found the solution to the problem.
"Dad, I also offered to help roll back the sleeves on his shirt, he refused. I am telling you, he is being abused and I bet my allowance the rest of the year if we take that shirt off we are going to see a bunch of marks."
"Honey that is a pretty bad accusation you are making about your dad's brother. Don't you think that there could be some other explanation?" my mom asked.
"Mom, you didn't see his face. You know how sometimes you will be crying about something then when I come in the room you will change your face so I don't worry? Well, I tell you, I saw terror in his eyes and I don't mean little kid stuff, I mean fear to the extreme. He was scared to death and I am not exaggerating."
"Well, pumpkin, we can't exactly ask him to take his shirt off, now can we?" my dad asked.
"No, but there is an easier method with John. You see, with people he likes he won't tell a lie unless he is crossing his fingers. So, tonight before he goes home, I want you to ask him some questions. Mom, when he is on his way down, you need to be in the kitchen. After he is standing looking at Dad, then come out far enough so you can see his hands and Dad, I want you to ask every possible question, please? Just once forget he is your brother's son. You know how sweet John is, please do this for me?"
"Ok, I will do this but it will be the only time, ok Pumpkin?"
"Thank you Dad!" I yelled and hugged him. "Please call him down about 15 min before he has to go, ok?" I started up the stairs and almost forgot the reason that I gave John for coming down here. I quickly ran back down to get the lemonade and took it up to him.
"Here you go, sorry for the wait, had to help my mom a little," I lied.
He smiled back at me with those angelic eyes and said, "no problem." Those angelic eyes were the very reason I was doing this. There didn't exist a kinder kid ever, male or female, myself included. We watched a movie called Kidco.
Then we just talked shop until about 8:45 when my father yelled up, "John, could you come down here please?"
"Well, it is almost time for me to go anyway," he smiled at me and hugged me and then said, "thank you again for a wonderful day." That smile, that lovely smile. I love his smile so much.
I smiled back and said, "same to you." I let him leave by himself to give him the appearance that I was staying in my room yet, I would sneak down just a few seconds later.
By the time I reached the bottom step I could hear my Dad finish with the pleasantries. I stayed out of site, but I made sure I could see his fingers which he characteristically kept behind his back when he spoke to someone he liked or when he was nervous. I could see my mom looking at his back like me. She was on the edge of the kitchen watching.
"So, how is life treating you John?"
"Oh, you, your wonderful wife and fantastic daughter treat me so wonderfully. I don't think life could get any better," He said with a smile.
"Are things at home ok?"
My mom's mouth dropped as she saw his finger's cross. While I could not see my dad, I am sure he would see her face change. "Fantastic. Your brother is as kind as you are. Things at home are wonderful," John said.
My dad was smart, so it was not a surprise when he said, "I am glad to hear that. You know sometimes kids don't know how to talk to grownups. If there is ever anything you want to talk about and I mean anything, you know you can talk to me, ok?"
John uncrossed his fingers and said, "Of course, I feel very comfortable around all of you."
"Good, now I know every parent spanks their child, but they do it to correct a mistake they have done. So, I assume you have been spanked like I have spanked Carla?"
John laughed and said, "Carla has been bad before? I have a hard time to believe that."
"Well, at times she can be a bit pig headed and speak back to me. So, how about it?"
John laughed again and said, "of course, I have been spanked."
"Has his spankings every turned more violent John?"
John turned kind of white and crossed his fingers and said, "Of course not. Why would you think such a thing? Your brother is very kind to me." He was visibly nervous but trying his best to hide it.
I never knew my Dad could be such a good liar until I heard his next reply. "John, while you were upstairs I was watching a documentary that says the most polite children are usually the victims of child abuse. They are so afraid to make an adult angry at them that they are overly kind and John, you have been too kind all these years."
"Oh, that is how I was brought up, like your daughter, to be very polite."
"Well, that is good. I am glad to hear that John, but that show really made me worry about you. You are such a kind boy, so I have to be sure, I hope you understand. I do this because I care about you."
John stammered and even I didn't know what my father was getting at. "Uh, what do you mean Sir?"
"John, take off your shirt for me."
John started to dance around fidgeting and completely confused, then he started talking, "I do apologize if I did anything to make you think your brother was anything but kind to me. Please think nothing of it. He is a great father. Now, it is time for me to get back, I am not allowed to be late. So, I must be going. But, please do not think anything of the sort again, he does not abuse me at all, I promise." All the while his fingers stayed cross but they were shaking badly. My mom was starting to cry as she saw the truth in what I was saying and I believe that my Dad also saw the truth in what I said.
"Ok, John, but I will have to have a talk with my brother about this."
That is when John broke down. His eyes about popped out of his head and started crying and yelled out, "No, please. Please don't. He has done nothing wrong and if you say anything I am sure he will think I am lying about him to you and complaining. Which is completely wrong. Please, we are perfectly fine, please don't say anything. We are great! He is a great Dad. Please? Please!?"
"John, you go on home now. Don't worry about a thing. I will take care of it."
John looked around and I saw him see my mom crying but he couldn't see me. He didn't know what else to do. "Ok, Mr. Jacobs, I will. Can I come tomorrow?"
"Of course you can John, anytime. If you ever need an escape, you can come here even for a few nights if you need. You understand me John?"
"Yes sir, but I am fine, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you sir."
"You are never an inconvenience, you understand?"
"Yes sir. I love you all. Please tell Carla I love her," he said and walked out of the door to head home.
My dad watched him walk down the street and then yelled out, "That Bastard!" Then he ran to me, grabbed me in a bear hug and cried. "I am so sorry. So very sorry I didn't believe you. I need to call my brother, now you go on upstairs. Close your door and turn on the TV, no listening, I mean it."
While I wish I could have heard what they said, I did what he said and watched TV. A little while later my mom came upstairs and said, "What you did for John was very good. Standing up to your father like that shows you really care for John. Remember we love you. Your dad is having a hard time right now. He loves John too and just didn't want to face the possibility you were right, but he took a chance for you and it destroyed him. That is why he is not up here right now. But, I wanted to tell you thank you."
"No, Dad deserves all the thanks," then I hugged her and she left.
The next morning, I was excited. I ate my breakfast and ran to the bus stop to wait for John. I stood there looking down the street. Nothing. Every second seemed like an eternity. The minutes kept ticking by and as each minute passed tear by tear was making its way down to my shirt. I was thankful I was the only one waiting for the bus. John and I are the only two students to get picked up on this street, which is why we have to wait at the entrance of the street every day. "Please John, come. Please," I kept whispering. Then the bus came and I broke down crying.
The bus driver got off the bus, bent down, put her arm around me and said, "My dear child, what is wrong? Do you want to go home or go to school?"
I could only hope that he would find another way to school and so I said, "I will be ok, I will go."
John and I did not have first class together but we had the second class together. So, I stood at the door of my class waiting for him. "Dear God, please let him be ok, please let him come. Please?" I whispered. When Mr. Holloway showed up for class, I said to him, "I am sorry, I am not feeling good and need to go to the bathroom."
I knew he could see the tears in my eyes and with a kind word he said, "Of course, Carla, take all the time you need, you are an excellent student. If you can't make it back I will understand."
I told him thanks and ran for the bathroom. Upon seeing it empty, I took out my cell phone and called my dad at work. "Dad!" I practically screamed.
"What is wrong honey?" he replied.
"He is not at school, I am sure he hurt him, please call the police. Please? Tell them to get over there. Please?"
"Now honey, calm down. I am angry at my brother but do you really think he would be stupid enough to hurt him knowing we were concerned?"
"Please dad? For me? PLEASE!?" I practically screamed the last word to him.
"Ok honey, I won't call the police but I will go over there and check on him myself. Ok? Remember, he is my brother. Is that ok?"
"Yes Daddy! Thank you so much! Please send me a message and tell me he is ok. Please?"
"Of course Pumpkin. Now get back to class and don't worry about it. I am leaving now."
"Ok, love you Daddy."
"Love you too. Bye."
Then I tried my best to clean up my face so the whole world wouldn't know I was crying. I felt better because I trusted my dad to take care of this. So, you could imagine my shock to see my Dad coming for me as I was eating lunch in the school cafeteria. The principal was beside him. "Carla, you are excused the rest of the day," the principal said and left.
"Dad, what is going on? Is he..."
My dad grabbed my arm, interrupted me and said, "Not here. Let's go quickly."
I started to get worried but walked quickly with my dad. I didn't even care that I was not bringing my school bags with me. I was starting to panic and by the time we reached our car, I could see my dad was crying. That made me worry and I was about to ask him about John when he jumped in, "I brought him home, I put him in your bed. Would you mind sleeping on the couch for a while?"
"I will sleep in my bed with him. This way I can take care of him."
"I know Pumpkin but it isn't right for a boy and girl at your age to sleep in the same bed."
"Dad, I love him. I WILL sleep in the bed with him and plus you know he would never hurt me even if he had the strength. I am just happy he is alive. Thank you for bringing him home. It makes me feel very happy."
"Ok, Pumpkin, I will talk to your mother about it. If she agrees you can stay with him. We will still have to hire a nanny to take care of him."
"No Dad. I will stay home to take care of him. I don't need a teacher to learn, I will just ask them to give me my assignments and I will do everything at home. I just need to go to school and get my book bags and explain to the teachers. I will be fine. I want to do this Dad. Ok?"
"My Dad looked at me and smiled. He is something special, isn't he? But, honey, he is really messed up. You may not want to see him."
"I don't care how bad he is messed up I will always be there for him." The ride home was torturous. I didn't want to think about how badly he was messed up. I just needed to be beside him.
I ran from the car up to my room, my dad on my heels. "Pumpkin wait, the doctor is with him now."
Sure enough when I entered my room, the Doctor was sitting there. The doctor rose, looked my dad in the eye and said, "I assume the reason you wanted me to come and not send that poor boy to the hospital is because you didn't want the guy who did this to go to jail."
My dad looked down and nodded. "I am required by law to report this kind of thing, but for you I won't but you owe me, you owe me big."
"I know. Thank you."
"I inserted a catheter and I strongly suggest you feed him a liquid diet for a couple days because I don't think he would live to make it to the toilet or you can buy him some adult diapers. Give him four or five days before you let him get out of bed. He will need about two weeks of healing."
I noticed the tube sticking out of the bed into a big pan by the bed. I did not flinch, I wanted to stay strong and show my dad I could take care of my wonderful cousin. I still couldn't see his face as the covers were all the way up to his head and I was too far away. So, I slowly made my way to him. I turned to my dad and the doctor and said, "Sorry, but I have to know." Then I reached over and pulled the covers down to his waist.
"I had to wrap up his chest as three ribs were cracked," the doctor said.
But, that was not what I was looking at. His arms were so black and blue. "I knew his arms were this way. I just knew it," I said and then recovered him. Then I leaned over and kissed him on his lips and whispered, "I will take care of you now my dear sweet cousin of mine."
My dad and Doctor smiled at me and then the doctor said, "I thought you were going to get a nurse?"
While he was expecting my Dad to answer I jumped in and said, "I refused to allow him to get someone to take care of him when I would love to do it."
The Doctor smiled, looked at my dad and said, "that would be fine, but I strongly suggest you have your wife give the boy a sponge bath at least every other day and turn him over from time to time. After four or five days he should be able to use the toilet and then you can introduce solid food slowly. I do not want to guess how long that boy has been used as punching bag." The doctor then smiled and said, "I can see he will be well taken care of now. I won't ask who did this to the boy, so I won't be tempted to call the cops but just make sure he stays away, ok? Promise me WHOEVER did this will not step foot in this house."
I got the impression the doctor knew exactly who when he said the word 'whoever'. My dad said, "I promise, John will be safe and well looked after" as he looked at me.
"Ok then, just remember, you owe me." Then he walked out.
My dad said, "Thank you again Charles. I really appreciate it and I will make good later. I promise."
"Oh I know you will," he said and patted my dad on his back as he walked out of the house.
"You ok Pumpkin?" he asked as he hugged me.
"Yes Dad. Can you ask mom to come home a little early and then you take me to school so I can collect my books and explain to the teachers why I will be gone for a couple weeks." Then I saw the questioning look on my Dad's face and said, "Don't worry I won't say who attacked him but I have to say what happened otherwise how would I explain why John is out for so long?"
"Ok Pumpkin and thank you," he said.
"No dad. Thank you. I will be very happy to be taking care of John," I said then I kissed my Dad and then ran back up the stairs to take care of my wonderful cousin.
All of the teachers were understandably worried about my cousin but they knew I could handle my work at home. I also promised to come in and take tests if they would arrange all my tests on the same day so I didn't have to leave my cousin much. They all agreed. They could trust I wouldn't try to cheat by getting test answers from the other students.
So, the next few days went peacefully as he stayed unconscious. Today my mom asked me to leave as she gave him a sponge bath. I offered to do it and she said, "No honey, you are not old enough to do this."
"But mom, it is nothing sexual, I would just be washing him," I argued but she flatly refused.
"Ok mom, I am just trying to help and I don't care about that stuff, he is my cousin," I replied.
"I know honey, but I can take care of it. It doesn't take too long. I just hate seeing him this way."
"I know but I will be honest, I love having him here."
My mom smiled, kissed me and then I left.
The next day, I was getting dressed for bed and I was in my underwear when he said, "You are beautiful."
"John!" I said but he was unconscious again. While slightly embarrassed he saw me half naked, I was very happy to hear him speak. That night as I snuggled up to him, I said, "I love you John." While I would have loved to have held him as we slept, I was afraid to hurt him, so I just laid as close to him as possible.
The following day he spoke when I was doing my homework. "Carla?"
"Yes, John?" I said as I quickly went to his side and knelt down beside him.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," I replied and to emphasize this I kissed him on his lips. He didn't even have the strength to kiss back or smile. He fell back to sleep. I kissed him again and went back to my studies.
That night while I was sleeping I felt him move and I woke up. "John, are you awake?"
I quickly got out of bed, turned on the lamp next to him and looked at him intently. He smiled as he looked me up and down. "You are a beautiful angel."
I took a quick look and realized he could see through my gown and see my naked body underneath. I was tempted to cover up but I asked, "Do you like to see?"
"Yes, very much. You are even more beautiful than I thought."
I smiled. I leaned over and kissed him and for the first time ever he kissed me back. I caressed the side of his face. "Ouch!" he said.
"Did I hurt you?" I said shocked as I jumped back.
"No, no no. I tried to move my hands so I could touch you, but it hurt to move them. Sorry."
I laughed. "You do not have anything to be sorry about. I am just glad you will be ok."
We talked for a good hour before I yawned and he said, "We can talk more tomorrow."
I said, "Ok. Good night."
He said, "Can I ask one favor?"
I said, "Anything!"
"Can you wear the same thing tomorrow night?"
"You bad boy!" I laughed, "but, yes, I will for you!" Then I kissed him and put my arm under his head and slept that way.
In the morning, I got ready for my shower knowing full well he was watching me. He just smiled. "Is this the first time you saw a naked girl?" I asked.
"Yes and she is an angel."
I just smiled and jumped into the shower. When I came out drying myself he was looking me over and smiling. I put my clothes on without any hurry as I didn't mind him seeing me this way. When I was dressed I knelt down beside him kissed him and said, "I love you John".
"I love you more. I wish I could stay here forever with you."
I smiled and said, "me too."
He got a little better and the next day the doctor came by to remove the catheter so he could try to use the toilet by himself. He still had trouble walking but he managed it.
"I want to try to take a shower," he said the next day.
"Ok, we are here alone, I will help you."
So, I helped him remove his clothes and it was the first time I saw his penis. It was soft; I guess he was still in too much pain to be excited. Then I took off my clothes and walked with him to the shower. He had to hold onto me but I didn't mind. I washed his entire body and he smiled as I washed his private parts. "Do you want to wash me?"
He smiled and shook his head up and down. He had a hard time holding the soap and wash cloth so he just used his hand. He was still too weak as his hand fell back down after a minute before he was done. I could see he was sad. "It is ok. It felt good. Here let me help you." Then I took his hand and washed my body with it. He loved it. I felt him squeeze my breasts and my ass as I used his hand to wash me. I just smiled at him. I rinsed us both off and dried us both off. Then we laid in bed together naked.
He looked at me and said, "Carla, will you be my girlfriend?"
I leaned toward him, kissed him on the lips and asked, "Does that answer your question?"
"Can I hear you say it? Please?"
"Yes, John, I would LOVE to be your girlfriend, but we can't tell anyone."
He smiled, put his arm around my naked body and fell asleep.
I awoke with a start as I heard my mom enter the house. I quickly got out of bed, dressed and threw John his clothes as I woke him. I told him, I would dress him in a minute but had to make sure my mom was not coming up.
I caught her as she was about to enter the room. I said, "John is going to the toilet and he asked to give him some privacy so he could change clothes too."
My mom smiled then walked back downstairs. After a minute, I walked in and helped him put on some new clothes. He smiled at me and said, "That was close, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Can we do it again?"
I smiled and said, "Ok".
So, starting that night I started sleeping naked next to him and during the night sometimes I would feel his roaming hands. I would smile and go back to sleep.
Over the next few days his strength was regaining and he could walk around. We spent most of the time naked, when my parents were not at home, and while we didn't do anything except light touching I knew he enjoyed this as much as I did. My mom took off his bandages and we both gasped as we saw just how bruised he was. He was embarrassed as we looked at him.
Two full weeks after he first got here he had the strength to come downstairs to join us for dinner. My mom and dad were so happy but something was wrong with my dad. He didn't say anything but I knew something was bothering him. We ate mostly in silence and when we were finished, my dad asked John, "John, do you need help going back up the stairs, I need to talk with Carla privately?"
"Sure, I believe I can do it," and looking to my mother he said, "and like always, thank you for a wonderful meal." Then he rose and walked upstairs.
My dad took a moment to compose himself. I could only guess that he didn't want to start crying but then he said, "honey, I may have made a mistake in protecting my brother."
I said, "What? Why!? What is wrong?"
"Today my brother called and said, he wanted his son back, when I told him no, I let him know he was lucky I didn't tell the police. That was a mistake telling him, because he went to the police to tell them I wouldn't give him back. The Sheriff came here to ask what was going on. I told him everything and he yelled at me saying unless John was willing to press charges against his father and admit it was him that hurt him, there was nothing he could do. So, in about an hour he will arrive. We need John to tell the Sheriff what happened. Want me to talk to him or do you want to Pumpkin?"
"I will," I said firmly and got up and went to talk to John.
"John, let me see your hands." He looked at me curiously and took his hands out of the covers. "Did you mean it when you said that you wished you could stay here forever?"
He smiled and said, "Yes, because I love you and I feel so wonderful here with you. If I could, I would marry you Carla."
I smiled and said, "Then I need you to do me a favor."
"The Sheriff will be here in a minute and unless you tell him your Dad did this to you, you will have to go back home." John started shaking, he was visibly scared.
He shook for over a minute as he was trying to think what to say to me and then he said, "I can't and if I don't go back it will get worse for me and you might get hurt."
It was then I understood he was afraid for me as well. "But we can protect you from him."
"It is not only him. So, no, you can't. I need to go back and hope that if I go back now it won't get worse and you won't get hurt either. Please?"
I tried to argue with him and even my father joined in but in the end he loved me too much to take a risk I might get hurt. So, it was with a very heavy heart that I watched the Sheriff lead him to his car to take him home but not before I whispered in his ear, "Come to see me tomorrow and you can touch my entire naked body." He left with a smile and a promise to come over.
That night as I fought sleep I shivered thinking about my promise. What would it feel like to have him touch me everywhere? I dreamt that night of nothing else. I slept so good I didn't hear any activity that night. What I didn't know was that the house was abuzz with activity with many people coming and going all throughout the night. I didn't find out what was going on until I was dressed and ready the next morning. My dad had promised to wait at the bus stop with me to make sure John would come. However, I saw him crying with mom. "What is wrong?" I asked.
"John ran away, he has been gone over eight hours but the police can't do anything for 24 hours. " The Sheriff was sitting beside him looking solemn.
"Sheriff, can I speak to you in private?"
My mom and dad looked at me but said nothing as I led the Sheriff upstairs. "Sheriff, anything I say to you will you promise to keep from my mom and dad?"
"I can't promise that."
"Then I can't help you," and I started walking to the door.
"Wait! Ok, I promise. How can you help me?"
"John did not run away."
"You can't know that."
"Oh yes, I can. If he is not here by tonight, then I am 100% positive he did not run away."
"Carla, I know you mean well, but there is no way you could know that unless you heard from him. Have you heard from him?"
"No. However, there is nothing on this Earth that would keep him from seeing me today."
"What do you mean?"
"I made him a promise and it was that promise that made him leave here with a smile last night? Remember him smiling?"
"Yes, I do, now I think about it. What was that promise?"
"I don't want to tell you specifically but think about it, what does any teenage boy desire most from an attractive young lady?"
"Sex? You promised him sex? You can't have sex with your cousin."
Now, I didn't mind lying to the Sherriff, so I looked him in the eye and said, "No Sherriff, Nothing about sex, we are too young and you are right we are cousins. However, I did promise he could touch my breasts under the clothes and he was so excited. His eyes lit up and promised to be here tomorrow. I worried about my cousin Sherriff, so I made that promise to give him something to look forward to. I didn't want him to leave so I didn't mind making that promise, because it is only light touching, no real harm. I hope you understand, I would do anything for my cousin. I just wanted him happy and to know he would be safe."
"I understand Carla and I believe you are right, so I will put out a missing person BOLO for him right now," he said and then walked quickly downstairs and said his goodbyes to my parents and left.
"What did you say honey?" my mom asked.
"I am sorry I can't tell you but it worked, please just trust me. He is now convinced that John was taken."
"Ok Honey. Do you feel like going to school or do you want to stay home?" my father asked me.
"I will stay home," and then went upstairs to do some reading and worried about John. Both of my parents stayed home that day and the next as I became increasingly nervous with the passing hours. Soon, I was having bouts of crying fits screaming out John's name. My parents didn't know what to do. It took three days for my crying fits to end. I came to accept that something bad had happened to John and nothing we could do about it.
When I went to school the next week, it was obvious the whole school knew about it. Some kids tried to comfort me and I noticed the teachers looking at me differently but didn't say anything. John's father was arrested but released because they couldn't find any proof that he had anything to do with John's disappearance especially since he is the one who called it in to the police. "The perfect alibi," I thought.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. It was late fall now and getting cold out. I told my parents I wanted nothing, no cake, no presents, nothing except John's safe return and I cried in their arms. My birthday was treated as any other day per my wishes and two days before John's birthday the Sheriff came to our house. I didn't think anything of it when I answered the door as he had come often to tell us they didn't have anything yet. However, today he said, "Can I speak to your father?"
So, I went to get my dad as he stepped into the house. When my dad was beside me, he looked at my dad and said, "Can I speak to you alone?"
I shouted out, "NO!"
My dad looked at me and I think for an instant he was going to tell me to go to my room but he thought better of it and said, "No, please tell us what you were going to say and pretend she is not here. Don't sugar coat it. Just get it off your chest Sheriff."
The Sheriff looked at me, smiled briefly and then looked sternly at my dad and said, "we found a body."
"A BODY!? He is dead?" I practically screamed as I grabbed by dad.
The Sheriff said, "well, no, at least not yet. They expect he will die tonight. He is in surgery now but they don't expect him to pull through."
I started crying but tried to hold myself together. "Just what happened to him? Was it my brother?" my dad asked.
"We don't know who it was, I am guessing he weighed about 120 pounds, right?" the Sheriff asked.
"That sounds about right, why?" asked my dad.
"Because he now weighs 83 pounds, 103 bones were broken and all his finger nails and toenails were ripped from his body."
It was then my dad fell to his knees and cried like a baby. I tried to hold myself together and then I asked, "Is there no hope he will live?"
The Sheriff looked at me and said, "the Doctors did not rule out him living, they just don't think he will live, however if he lives through the night he will make it."
"Dad, take me there, I want to be with him. If he lives, I want to be there with him when he wakes up and if he doesn't, I want him in my arms when he goes."
"Dad, it was not a request, I am sorry but I demand you take me or I will walk there in this weather and you won't be able to stop me."
My dad knew I was starting to act irrational and I would not have blamed him if he did try to force me to stay but he agreed and all of us went to the hospital together.
"Sheriff, if he lives can we adopt him if he lives?"
My dad looked at me for a second and then nodded his head in agreement as he looked at the Sherriff.
The Sheriff looked in the mirror at me and said, "Three things have to happen before you all can adopt him. First, obviously, he must live. Second, he must say that his father did this to him but I don't know how especially since your father here has had his brother followed for the past few months."
I looked at my dad and he said, "I hope you don't mind, but I spent next year's vacation money on a private detective to follow my brother night and day. I wanted to make up for what he did. I am just sorry it didn't work."
I reached over and hugged him and said, "I don't need a vacation dad, I just need John. Thank you."
"What is the third thing Sheriff?" I asked.
"You all have to live in a different house," he replied.
"What? Why? I like my house," I replied.
"Because we have a law that states there must be a bedroom for the male children and a bedroom for the female children. You only have 2 bedrooms in your house."
"Oh..." I knew my parents could not afford a bigger house, so this made me very sad.
"But don't worry, if we can convict whoever did this, then insurance will pay John a lot of money and I am sure John wouldn't mind sharing that money to help you buy a house." I smiled at that and held my dad because I knew it was true.
It didn't take long for us to get to the hospital as it was on the other side of the school, so I could easily walk there from school. When we arrived we were told he was out of surgery but we couldn't see him. The Sheriff asked to talk to the head of the hospital and finally it was agreed that I and only I could see him. The head doctor took me back to where he was and before he opened the curtain that was giving him privacy he said to me, "I know you are a strong young lady but what you are about to see will upset you, none of our nurses are able to look at him without crying so are you sure you want to be with him?"
Without waiting for him, I grabbed the curtain and pulled it open as I said, "yes." Then I broke apart and cried as I saw his face. It was so thin. The doctor grabbed hold of me and brought me closer. Then he grabbed the cloth that was covering him.
He asked, "You sure you want to see?" I nodded then he pulled the cloth down to his stomach and I could see cuts, bruises and swelling and lots of black, blue and even patches of green.
I asked, "What is that, gangrene?"
"Correct, we are treating that but we are waiting to see if he will live tonight. Tonight is very important for him, so talk to him. Let him know he is not alone."
"He can hear us?"
"We don't know but it won't hurt. So, as long as you are here, talk to him ok?"
I smiled at the doctor and thanked him and started to talk to my cousin.
I fought sleep as I stayed there talking to my cousin and from time to time I would kiss him. I kissed him on his cheek, forehead and of course his lips. It seemed they didn't touch his head just like last time. I would tell him over and over, "I love you honey. Don't leave me. Fight to live, honey. I love you."
All throughout the night nurses and even some doctors would come in and out. They would each smile at me but show signs of worry. About noon the next day the head doctor came in and smiled at me and said, "You did it. You saved your cousin."
"No, he did it, he fought to live."
"Well, then you both did it. Because none of us expected him to live the night and he has done that and more. So, we will take him back into surgery to start to repair his body and get rid of his gangrene."
"Ok. Can I stay here? I mean the whole time?"
"He will be in the hospital for months."
"I don't care. Please? Please allow me to live here beside him, I promise to stay out of your all's way."
"What about school work?"
"I have been studying from home when he was hurt before."
"What? This has happened before?" the doctor asked in shock.
"I thought you knew? His father attacked him many times."
I could see the doctor get red with anger, and then he looked at me and said, "Yes, you may stay if it is ok with your parents. I will arrange everything." Then he stormed off.
My cousin would undergo seven surgeries to repair all the damage and get him on the painful road to recovery. On his birthday I gave him our first French kiss even though he was not awake. I will just remember to tell him about it and let him experience it again.
"Doctor he has been here for two weeks, when will he wake up?" I asked the head doctor one day.
"I forgot to tell you, we are keeping him in a medically induced coma, so he can get well. Do you know what that is?"
"Yes, you give him a drug to prevent his brain from using a lot of energy so it can heal. But, I thought they left his head alone and all his injuries were below the neck. So, why put him in a coma?"
"Very good. You are very smart. However, someone took a sledgehammer to the back of his head. He is very lucky to be alive. The only explanation I can offer is that he was not on the ground when he was hit and that the person hitting him didn't hit with the full force of the hammer and when John fell to the ground they thought he was dead."
I brought my hands up to my mouth and then asked, "Will there be any brain damage?"
"We don't think so, his skull was only fractured, but we won't know until we bring him out of coma but we really want his body to heal some before he has to feel all the pain his body is feeling without putting him on too much pain medicine."
The last of his surgeries were over and he was allowed to stay in the bed for me to look after him. The following day a nurse came in carrying a bucket of water and some soap and some towels. She looked at me and said, "Carla I need you to leave for about 10 minutes."
I walked up to her, grabbed the bucket from her and said emphatically, "No, I will do that for him."
"I could get in trouble and plus you are too young."
"Do you think I am living in this hospital because I am getting paid? No one loves him more than me. I will do this and don't worry I will tell anyone who asks, you made me leave and that you did it."
She saw the sincerity in my eyes and gave in. She then walked me through the procedure and told me how I needed to turn him so I could clean him front and back. She smiled at me as she left. I said, "Thank you" as she closed the door and told me to open it when I was done and she would come back for the bucket and stuff.
While I had cleaned him before in the shower at my home, this was the first time I would be cleaning him while he was unconscious. It was a routine I would do every other day for a long time. I never complained nor never asked for a day off. I enjoyed taking care of my cousin. While it was not the same as in my house, being near him was gratifying. My parents came to visit me every once in a while but mostly left me to myself, per my request. With my laptop, school bag, books, paper and pencils I was set. I studied like crazy, did my homework and even prepared a lesson plan on how to get John caught up with his school work once he got better. He would be months behind but with all our studying together, I knew we could do it, plus he was almost as smart as me anyway.
They had given me a small cot to sleep on but it was hard to sleep knowing I wanted to be in his bed with him, but it simply was not big enough. I couldn't wait to bring him home so I could sleep with him in my arms. But, I knew until they brought him out of that coma, there was no chance of that happening. Plus the longer he stayed in coma the longer the criminals remained free and the greater the possibility they would escape justice. It was three long weeks before they took him out of the coma. I was the first thing he saw and he immediately said, "I love you Carla."
While I was embarrassed because he didn't know the head doctor and a couple nurses were there, I said, "I love you too, now let the Doctor ask you some questions."
He turned a shade of red and looked around and said, "Oh. Ok. Sorry." The two nurses giggled but said nothing.
The doctor smiled and said, "Nothing to be ashamed about, she has been taking care of you for the past few weeks and has never left your side. Now I need to test your vision and ask you a bunch of questions. Do you feel up to it?"
John nodded and they began. They asked him questions ranging from 'follow the light with your eyes' to 'can you move this finger' to 'does it hurt here'. The nurses took notes diligently. Next they gave him something to drink. It would be the first thing he had in his stomach in weeks, so they told him to go slow and they would not introduce solid food for quite a while, but would be asking him to drink more and more and many times a day.
Finally the doctor dismissed the nurses and said, "John, the Sheriff is here and he wants to know if he can ask you a few questions like can you tell us who hurt you?"
John said, "I can't remember."
I jumped in and said, "Doctor, can you give us a minute alone?"
"He can't be coached," the doctor said.
"I will explain in a minute, will you trust me?"
The doctor looked at me, nodded and left.
"John, do you love me?"
"Of course. With all my heart."
"Do you still want to be my girlfriend?"
"Of course. Nothing has changed."
"Do you want to make love with me?"
"Then I want you to look that doctor in the eye and tell him that your father did this."
"But honestly I don't think I got a look at the attacker."
"It doesn't matter. One, your father had to be in on it because it was at your home and we know he was at your home waiting for you and two he has hurt you many times before so time for him to pay."
"But I don't want anyone to hurt you plus if I say anything I might get hurt again."
"John, we are adopting you but ONLY if you say this."
His eyes lit up and for the first time in a while he had a smile and said, "Really?" I smiled and nodded. Then he said, "Ok. Bring the doctor back in."
So, the doctor came back in and asked the same question. This time he said it was his father and another couple that he only knew was his friends.
"Ok, I am sorry, but I have to ask. Why did you say 'I can't remember' just a couple minutes ago? Did Carla make you say this?"
"I was afraid of being hurt more and being taken away by the state and not being able to see Carla. I would rather be hurt than not see her again plus I was afraid if he got off, that he would hurt Carla. I couldn't live with myself if she got hurt, but she told me her family will adopt me to keep me safe and I get to stay with Carla. So, I guess it is ok to tell the truth. I just hope he doesn't get off, because I don't want her hurt."
The doctor smiled and said, "That won't happen. Now, I will get the Sheriff, I just need you to tell him the same thing. Will you do that?"
John did and then the Sheriff smiled and said, "I have an arrest to make. We will worry about that other couple later when he feels up to spending time with our sketch artist."
Now that John was awake a lot more, I started helping him with Spanish, as we could do that without him looking at a book. Almost every hour he was awake, I taught and quizzed him over the two simple past tenses, the preterit and the imperfect. I also taught him a lot of vocabulary and we practiced asking and answering questions in Spanish. I also used the Internet to help whenever I had any doubt about something. I also spent as much time as possible kissing my cousin and letting him have his first French kiss again. He also spent a lot of time touching me while we were kissing. I loved that a lot and I reciprocated. I played with his cock and even brought him to his first female induced orgasm. I had to clean up the mess but I enjoyed it as did he.
After that we would explore each other sexually at least once a day. He did ask me to suck once and I said, "I will do that after you get out of the hospital so you can do it to me too." So, now he has a good reason to get healthy as soon as possible. While he still looks sickly being so thin, I am happy to see a smile on his face. Today was a very happy day indeed as they started him on milk shakes. He gets to have as many milk shakes as he wants and they offer many flavors. They want to fatten him up so they are happy that he likes the peanut flavored as it offers lots of protein.
It was about a week later when he asked the doctor to try to go to the bathroom. The doctor let him. It was sick to see his legs so skinny but, with difficulty, he made it. The doctor smiled. Ok, whenever you are ready, you can go home with your cousin. We can provide complete information on how to grow back your weight and how to take care of yourself. I smiled and hugged the doctor and said, "That was what you were waiting for?"
"Yes, that is an important step in going home. Being able to take care of yourself is a clear sign that you can go home. I still strongly suggest you stay in bed at least 20 hours a day. Do not over exert yourself because your bones are very brittle. So, walk only about 100 feet at most at a time. I would suggest you stay in bed a few months before you go back to school or until you get back up to your weight. So, when do you want to go home?"
John said with a smile, "How about tomorrow?"
"That will be fine," then looking at me the doctor added, "I will let you tell your parents."
When the doctor left, I said to my cousin, "How about we celebrate? Let's take a shower together." My cousin just smiled and shook his head yes. So, I locked the door and we undressed and headed to the shower.
We took a long shower since there was a seat there he could sit on. He touched me thoroughly exploring every little spot and then he sucked my breasts for the first time. He sucked them a long time. I wanted to sit on his hard cock and let him enter me right there but I knew his legs would break so I just let him explore that region with his fingers.
"I don't want to put my fingers inside because I want to break your hymen the right way, with my cock."
I kissed him and said, "I agree."
I used my hand and brought him to orgasm twice. I was tempted to use my mouth but I really wanted to wait until he could return the favor. So after washing each other many times and kissing for a long time, we reluctantly agreed to turn off the shower and get dressed. I did tell him I will have to have my dad buy a chair for the shower for you and I winked as I said it.
After we were dressed I called my dad and made arrangements for him to get us after lunch. "Why not early in the morning?" he asked.
"Because I want to try out the shower again," I said with a twinkle in my eyes.
"Then I agree! After lunch it is!"
We took two showers the following morning at the hospital.
"John, my dear boy, I am so happy you are well, alive!" my dad said as he hugged him gently. "It is an honor to offer my home to you and to finally get you to stop asking for permission to enter."
John laughed and we wheeled him out of the hospital. When we got him into the house, I surprised them by dead bolting and chaining the door behind me. My dad asked me why I did that.
"There are still 2 people who hurt John on the loose and I want to get into the habit of doing that now, so I will remember to do it when you and mom go to work," I said.
"Sounds good, now John can you make it up the stairs?" my dad said.
"I am sorry, but I don't think so, maybe I can sleep on the floor here?"
"Nonsense, if you don't mind, I will carry you up to Carla's room. Is that ok?"
"I feel a little embarrassed, but ok."
I felt sad knowing John couldn't even walk up a single flight of stairs, stairs he used to bound up every day before the attack. But, I was happy as this has brought us a lot closer together. My dad laid him in bed even though John could have walked a few feet to the bed. "Now you rest, I will cook dinner and bring it up to you in about half an hour, ok?"
"Thank you, sir."
My dad laughed as he left.
I closed the door and took off my pants and panties.
"What are you doing? He is just downstairs."
"Lay down. You are doing something for me, but I hope you will enjoy it."
He did as I asked then climbed up on the bed and sat on his face and said, "now lick me, please."
I have never felt anything like this. While John had touched me a little bit down there, I have never felt anything like this before. I read about and one of my friends said it was great. So, I just had to know. I almost screamed out loud. John kept licking and licking like no tomorrow. I kept rocking back and forth making but making sure I was not suffocating him. It was hard to concentrate on the time when I was being overwhelmed with orgasms. It was the first time I ever had an orgasm and here John was making me have multiple ones. I knew it was close to time for lunch but I just couldn't stop. Finally it was John tapping my leg that brought me back to my senses.
"Sorry honey, I was having a hard time breathing. I hope I did it right because I love you."
"It was so wonderful honey. It was perfect, I hope you can do that for me a lot."
"Anytime but maybe not so long next time," he said with a laugh.
"Sorry, you were so good, I didn't want to stop."
I kissed him even though he still had my juices on his face. Then I grabbed a towel and cleaned him and me off. Then I put my clothes back on and kissed him for about five minutes until I heard my dad approach. I whispered, "don't worry, your turn tonight" while I patted his cock through the covers.
John smiled and whispered back, "I can't wait."
"Also, the real reason why I bolted the door tonight is so they won't be suspicious when I lock it when they leave so we can do more things together when they are gone."
"Oh!" he said with a smile.