Chapter 2

This was all ... too much. I retreated to my bedroom and flipped on the television for background noise to drown out the chatter from the living room. Picking up my laptop, I logged into the company website, surprised for some reason that I still had access. Still more surprised that I hadn’t done this before now. A company rep had come to the hospital to assure him the company was looking after my medical costs, but I had assumed, since I wasn’t actually working for the company, that my access would have been revoked.

I had an unreal number of email messages waiting. Some were from before the attack, questions about stock trends and heads-up from other traders about stock alerts and so on. There were thirty or more emails from the day of the attack, people I knew checking in on me, notices from the company telling everyone that there had been an accident.

Later emails confirmed to all employees that the accident had been a terrorist attack and he read, with a sense of disbelief, that the company had published a list of those thought lost in the attack. Still later, after I had been found, a company-wide bulletin about me being alive and promises of support.

The email blew up at that point, with over a thousand emails from others in the company, almost all from people I had never met and probably never would. Emails expressing joy I was alive, sympathy for my injuries, prayers for my future.

It was almost overwhelming to read that outpouring of support from strangers. It made me wonder about my message machine at home, my cell phone voicemail too. I still had to replace my phone, I thought, going off on a tangent for a moment.

There was a knock at my door and I glanced up at the time display on the television. I had been in here for more than two hours!

“It’s open.” I called, turning the power chair to face the door.

The twins opened the door and skipped inside, both looking a little unsure of themselves.

“They all left, Uncle Dave. We hope you didn’t mind. We didn’t want to chase you off or make you uncomfortable.”

“No problem at all, ladies. I was trying to catch up on email at work. Truthfully, I have been sitting here thinking about all the things I missed, wondering what is going to happen to me now. Hard to work the computer and phones with only one hand, but not impossible, I guess.” I admitted, waving my stump for a second.

“With only one hand you are still more man that anyone I know.” Amy said, blushing and looking down.

“What she said!” Mina piped up, grinning and licking her lips.

I shook my head and smiled at the two vixens.

“You two are so damn cute. You make me feel good.” I told them, then laughed when they both came and kissed me on the cheeks.

“Mom told us to come get you for dinner. She is making lasagna!”

Dinner was delicious and I was getting some odd looks from all three ladies at the table. I wasn’t actually at the table, of course, but they had placed a serving tray across the arms of my chair to provide me with a table-top of sorts.

After dinner, while the girls cleared the table, Sophia pulled out a chair and sat down next to me.

“You used to work out every day. You would get up, go to the gym, then to work, right?” She asked nonchalantly.

I knew something was up, and I was afraid of what was coming.

“Yes.” I sighed, raising an eyebrow as if daring her to continue.

“And you must have showered after working out so you didn’t smell at work, right?”

“That’s true.”

“And, knowing you, you probably showered before going to see Nancy, maybe even again before bed. You always were fastidious like that.”

“Okay, that sounds about right. So, what?”

“So, it’s shower time. You have a choice here. I can help you or the twins can help you. I would say all three of us, but there really isn’t enough room in that bathroom for all three. I suppose you could use mine...” she trailed off, looking smug.

She was right, damn her. I had been feeling a bit gamey and I had planned to try and sneak a whore’s bath; just wiping the areas that needed it with a soapy cloth.

“I can bathe in my shorts.” I said, thinking I could cut her off at the pass.

Sophia stared at me for a full minute, a smirk on her face, then nodded and stood.

“Girls, stay out of a trouble for a bit, your uncle and I have stuff to do.” she called, then waved me towards my room.

“Can we help?”

“We want to help!”

The girls called from the kitchen but, when they came running out, Sophia held up her hand to stop them and pointed back towards the kitchen.

“Awww mom!”

“No fair!”

In my room, I stripped off my sweatshirt and rolled the chair into the bathroom. Sophia followed me in and a broom in her hand.

“And that would be for what, exactly?” I asked, starting to feel nervous.

“The nurses said you can prop your casts on this to keep them dry and still submerge the rest of your body.” Sophia said reasonably, showing how the broomstick would span the width of the tub.

Still eying her, and that broomstick, I pulled myself up on the grab bar and Sophia helped me to maneuver my body over the tub. Lowering myself back down was more difficult that I had imagined since the length of my arm was not sufficient for my butt to touch the bottom.

Sophia, seeing the problem, stood over me and slid her arms underneath my arm pits to kept me from just dropping down the final four inches or so and possibly jarring my legs in the process.

“Thanks, Soph. I think we need to lower that bar, or maybe get a second one?” I said thoughtfully. “Shit! How am I getting back out again?”

“Um ... we’ll figure something out. Relax, David. We will get through this. Once your casts come off in a couple of weeks and you can get a shower, we can wheel that manual chair into the shower stall in my bathroom.”

Sophia laid the broomstick across the tub and helped me raise my legs so the casts rested above the edge so they would stay dry. The position was not all that comfortable since I was now almost lying in the big tub with just my shoulders and my head resting at an uncomfortable angle against the rear of the tub.

“Shit, this won’t do.” Sophia said, looking around helplessly. Then, with a shrug, she began to remove her blouse.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked, a little panicked.

“Well, this obviously won’t work like that so I am going to have to support your upper body so you don’t drown once we fill the tub. Even if we just use the hand-held, that position is going to put one hell of a strain on your back and your neck.” she said reasonably, now down to her bra and panties.

I couldn’t help but look. Sophia was gorgeous. Her skin was smooth and tanned, her breasts full and her legs were fantastic. As she reached back to pop the clasp on her bra, I closed my eyes and let out a groan.

When I peeked again, she was nude and crouched down by the side of the tub, reaching for the water faucet. Her breasts were ... gorgeous, the nipples hard and the areola crinkled. Her ass, what I could see of it from the side, was firm and hard.

Once the water was flowing, she stood up straight and looked down at me. I could feel my cock tenting out the thin gym shorts I was wearing and I flushed, embarrassed.

I couldn’t help but stare, her pussy drawing my eye like a magnet. It was neatly trimmed, with a thin, well-groomed patch above her slit, but smooth as a baby’s bottom underneath. Her clit was peeking out from under its hood and her lips looked almost red and slightly engorged. As I watched, it seemed to open even more, the inner lips began to show.

Sophia didn’t say a word. She stepped over the edge of the tub and was straddling me, one foot on each side. If I could have sat up straight, I could have buried my tongue in her pussy.

She leaned down and took my hand, pulling me up straight and then placing my right hand on the wall side and my left arm-pit draped over the edge so I could hold that position while she stepped around behind me. She slid down into place, her pussy leaving a damp trail down my spine and her breasts actually cradling my head for a moment before sliding lower.

I could feel her hard nipples poking into my back as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me back against her.

“There, are you comfortable now?” she whispered in my ear. The warm puffs of air sent shivers down my spine and her hands, slowly teasing the hair on my arms made my dick jump and twitch.

The water was flowing nicely and the heat felt so good, almost as good as Sophia felt against my back. She reached over and picked up a bottle of body wash, pouring a dollop on her hands. Reaching around in front of me, she rubbed her hands together to get a lather going and then started at my shoulders.

Her hands felt electric against my skin and she slowly washed my shoulders and continue down my arms. Then she had me hold my arms up so she could wash my pits and start on my side.

On one hand, I felt a bit humiliated at being treated like an infant, but on the other, this was the most erotic thing I had ever felt in my life. When her arms wrapped around me and she started washing my chest, I couldn’t help but moan a bit.

She trailed her hands lower, washing and caressing my abs. When she got to the waistband of my shorts, I stiffened but I didn’t say a word. Taking this as permission, Sophia’s hands dipped under the waistband and her fingers began to work the suds into my pubes.

I hear her breathing harder behind me, a thrilling sound and, when she wrapped her hands around my hard cock, gently stroking it, I heard her whimper.

One of her hands reached lower and cradled my balls, lovingly let them slip and slide through her fingers while the other hand did magical things to my cock. She would stroke, then run her fingers over the head and around the top of my shaft. Then she would tighten her fingers like a little, soapy pussy and force them down the length.

I was so close ... I turned my head and she was waiting for me, her lips hungry on mine. Our tongues danced and dueled and her hands worked. As I felt my myself peak, I thrust up with my hips, trapping her back against the side of the tub and she moaned into my mouth, stroking me faster and faster.

I came so hard that I saw stars and my breath seemed to be caught in my throat.

“Yes, yes, baby brother. It’s so hot, I can feel it on my hands, on my fingers. I just wish I could taste it, could feel it on my skin, in my pussy.” she whispered in my ear as I came down from my orgasm.

“I wasn’t kidding, David. I want you. I want to be your lover. Now lift your ass. I want to see what I have been missing all these years.”

I did as she asked, using the sides of the tub to lift my butt off the bottom of the tub. Sophia grasped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down until they were on my thighs, my cock and balls floating in the warm water.

“Oooh ... you are still hard, and it is beautiful. I want it, David. Let’s get this bath finished so I can play, please?” she begged, her fingers tracing the length again.

Sophia quickly soaped my back and then washed my hair, using the hand-help spray to rinse me off again.

She stood up, in all of her naked glory and grasped me under my arms, helping me lift up so I could grab the bar again. Then, scrambling out of the tub, she laid a towel in my chair, then stripped off my soaking wet shorts and helped me rotate until I was seated.

Once I was secure in my chair, Sophia draped a towel over my shoulders and grabbed one for herself. She pointed towards the bed and quickly dried herself while I exited the bathroom.

Reaching the bed, I grabbed the bar and drug myself onto the mattress. I watched Sophia dry herself and couldn’t help but wonder if I had lost my damn mind. Between the guilt over the whole incest issue and the guilt I was feeling over cheating on Nancy, my mind was whirling, trying to come up with an excuse Sophia would accept without me hurting her feelings.

Sophia, now mostly dry, tossed her towel on the floor and seemed to stalk out of the bathroom. Her eyes were locked on mine and I could see the desire, the lust reflected there.

“Soph, um ... look, I...” I sputtered, holding up my hand.

She paused, looking surprised for a moment, but my traitorous body had betrayed me and my cock was rock hard, my breath causing it to bob and weave over my stomach.

She sat down and rested her hand on my belly, a smile on her face.

“I know you, baby brother. You are a worrier. You need this. I need this. I want this. Incest is a non-issue, so what is the problem?”

“Nancy.” I managed to croak, afraid to meet her eyes.

“Oh, baby...” Sophia crooned as she lay beside me, her head on my shoulder.

“She knew.” Sophia said quietly. “We talked about you. A lot. I told her that if I ever thought I had a chance, that I would trip you and beat you to the floor. Know what she said? She laughed. She said she wanted to watch, that she thought it would be hot!”

I was startled, ready to deny that my fiancé would say such a thing, but the words caught in my throat. She had been the one to bring a friend of hers to our bed for a memorable weekend. She had introduced role playing into our bed and one of her fantasies had been her father. She had been the adventurous one, the playful one.

I looked down at Sophia and she was smiling up at me, the passion still in her eyes but it was love I saw, love that comforted me.

I pulled her closer, kissing her on the forehead but she had other plans. Raising up, she plastered her lips to mine and I swear to god, that woman tried to suck the life out of me!

When we broke off, she began nibbling on my neck, licking and sucking. She worked her way down to my nipples, teasing and nipping. As she went lower, the feel of her body against mine was so erotic, so thrilling that I was close to cumming before she ever reached my cock.

When she did reach it, she looked up at me with a big smile. As the tip of her tongue slithered out to taste the bead of pre-cum on the head, I warned her.

“Soph, I am so close...”

“Good.” she growled, and swallowed me whole, the head of my cock entering her throat and her nose nestled in my pubes as I blasted spurt after spurt right down her gullet.

She began humming around my cock as she pulled back and I thought I was going to die. When she finally released me, I was so sensitive that her breath actually made me jump and she laughed, low and deep in her throat.

“I have been dreaming about that, David.” she said, her voice low and throaty. “Now, while we wait for this wonderful cock to wake up again, you can fulfill another fantasy of mine.”

Sophia crawled up my body, as sinuous as a big cat and with a Cheshire cat grin on her face, pausing only momentarily for me to suckle at her breasts. Her moans were already having an effect on parts of me, but she wanted more. She pulled away with a popping sound and her nipple yanked free from my lips. She moved up further until she was straddling my head, her hands in my hair.

“Eat me, baby brother. Eat your big sister, lick her pussy and make your sister cum.” she ordered, lowering her beautiful pussy to my waiting mouth.

She was dripping wet, her pussy swollen and engorged and my first taste of her nectar drove all other thoughts out of my mind. I wanted more, I wanted to lick and suck, to bite and tease. I wanted to bury my tongue so deep in her she could taste it.

She must have been on a hair trigger too. The first lick was from her cute little pucker all the way to her clit and she went off like a firecracker. I had never seen a woman cum so much. Her fluids drenched my face, pouring down my cheeks and dripping to the mattress.

I lunged upwards, spearing her center with my tongue, causing her to grind her pussy on my mouth, her hot insides grasping at my tongue.

I nibbled and licked, opened my mouth and tried to suck her whole pussy inside as she went wild. As she would to the top of the mountain again, I gave up and just stuck my tongue out, let her ride my face, grind on my chin and she came again with a strangled scream.

Sophia collapsed forward, catching herself on the wall above the headboard. Her entire body was quivering as she gasped, trying to catch her breath. When I captured her clip with my lips and lashed it with my tongue, you would have thought I hit her with a tazer. She convulsed, falling the side.

Unfortunately, she fell on what remained of my left arm and the pain was like a someone had applied a burning brand to the stub.

I am sure I screamed, but all I remember for sure was the white-hot pain and blackness.

I couldn’t have been out for long because, when I woke, Sophia was leaning over me, bawling like a baby. The twins were there too, their eyes just as wet but their tone of voice was accusatory.

“What did you do, mom?”

“How could you hurt him?”

“Oh please, baby, David, speak to me! I am so sorry, so, so sorry. I forgot, and I couldn’t, after you, after I, but I fell, and ... oh my god, speak to me please!”

“I’M OKAY!” I had to practically shout to quiet the three of them.

My breath was still coming in gasps and the throbbing from my arm was just now starting to ease a bit. It came to me that I was stark naked, and so was Sophia, while her daughters stood by the bed wringing their hands.

“It’s okay, really. It was just a mistake. No big deal, okay?” I said quietly, pulling Sophia down so her head was on my shoulder. I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead, trying to calm her down.

The girls stood there, calmer now, and I watched as they snuck looks at my groin, and their mother’s nakedness. The slow blush that seemed to come over both of them made me wink and wave towards the open bedroom door.

At first, they resisted, then Amy wagged her finger at me, mouthing “We’re next!” as they exited and closed the door behind them.

“I’m so sorry, David.” Sophia was murmuring into my chest, her worlds muffled as she kissed the skin over and over.

“Hey, look at me.” I said, goosing her to get her attention. When she raised her head, I smiled at her and wagged my eyebrows. “Nancy once told me that if it hurts in a bad way, you aren’t doing it right and need more practice.” I told her with straight face.

She snorted, then covered her mouth as she laughed.

“Are you really okay?” she asked, looking in my eyes to make sure I was telling the truth.

“I’m fine. I think I need one of my painkillers though, but it isn’t bleeding so I am fine.” I assured her.

Sophia kissed me quickly and got off the bed, running out of the room stark naked. I felt the urge to laugh, but not wanting her to feel self-conscious, I held it in.

She returned in a moment with a pill and a glass of water, scooting underneath me to prop me up. I took the pill and just relaxed, leaning back against her lush breasts while she stroked my chest and stomach.

“David?”

“Hmmm?”

“Um ... not now, but, you know, maybe later, could we ... I mean, can we try again?” she asked, sounding more like a small girl than a grown mother of two. She was so hesitant, so scared sounding that I had to chuckle.

“I might be convinced to give it another try.” I allowed, smirking at her over my shoulder. I reached up, captured her head in my hand and pressed my lips to hers, telling her without words how much I loved her.

“Yeah, definitely worth another try.” I said quietly when we broke the kiss.

She stayed with me until I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was to a surprise. I had a warm, naked body curled up around my right side. A head on my shoulder, an arm stretched across my chest and a leg thrown over mine. I could feel the soft breasts pressed against my side the and the soft pubic hair tickling my thigh.

Trying not to wake her, I looked down and smiled at Sophia. She looked so peaceful lying there.

The alarm went off and Sophia jerked awake. Unfortunately, I had my head lifted up, my chin on my chest to watch her sleeping and the back of her head hit me square in the nose.

“Aaahhh!” I yelled, my head slammed back into the pillow and stars before my eyes.

“Oh shit! David, oh God Damn it! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please, let me see!” Sophia cried as she tried to pry my hand away from my nose.

It wasn’t broken or even bleeding and the pain faded rapidly, but it still hurt a bit when I started laughing.

“Why are you laughing? I hurt you AGAIN! That is not funny, damn you!” Sophia grumped, sitting up and crossing her arms underneath her breasts. Her bottom lip was sticking out like she was five, and it made me laugh even harder.

She smiled down at me and slapped me on the chest. “You are such a little boy sometimes.” she grumped, then leaned down to kiss the spot she slapped. “But I love you anyway.”

“I love you too, beautiful.”

The door flew open and the twins came running in, completely devoid of clothing, and climbed up on the bed.

Mina sat on my left side, carefully away from my stump, and hitched one leg over my own, planting her little box right on my knee.

Amy sat by my head, leaning down to give me a kiss and just ‘coincidentally’ dragging her perky little nipple across my cheek.

“Morning Mom! Morning Uncle Dave!” they cried, grinning at both of us.

I wasn’t sure where to look or, more accurately, where to look first. My eyes were drawn to Amy first, her little titties hanging near my face and just begging to be sucked. Then to Mina, who was slowly grinding her pussy on my left knee, the side with the cast only over the lower leg. The other was covered to mid-thigh and would have been more than a little uncomfortable for her!

I could see the light dusting of angel-soft pubic hair on her mound and could feel that she was wet as she left the evidence on my skin. Her nipples were hard too, and she was flushed. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes were half closed and she scooted her little ass back and forth.

“Good morning, girls, and why are you not dressed this morning?” Sophia asked. I could see her trying to look stern, but the corner of her mouth was twitching.

“Well, you ran through the house naked last night, so we thought it would be okay.” Amy said reasonably, but Mina kept quiet. She was moving a little faster now and one hand had come up to tease and pull on a nipple.

“I think I chose the wrong end.” Amy said quietly, her eyes locked on her sister’s slick pussy. I don’t think she realized she spoke out loud either.

Sophia, covered her mouth with her hand and looked down at me. She shrugged a little, just a hint of movement, as if to say, ‘What can you do?’

All eyes turned to Mina as she gave a little whimper, her free hand moving over to gently touch my cock as it filled with blood. She was moving faster, making little circles with her hips. A high-pitched whine came from her and we watched as her whole body began to quiver, a rush of liquid flowing over my knee.

When she recovered a bit, her eyes came open and were locked on my cock, now standing proudly. She lay forward, her head on my stomach and her fingertips just barely grazing the skin on my cock, as if she was studying it.

“I think I will go and make some coffee.” Sophia said, standing up. She smiled down at me and mouthed, “No penetration, they aren’t ready yet.” as she left.

I just watched her sculpted ass cheeks as she left, shaking my head at the crazy universe.

Amy, meanwhile, had scooted down until she was laying across from Mina, and was stroking her sister’s hair.

My hand had moved to her back, but she reached back and moved it lower, cupping her ass and pressing my hand into her firm globe.

We lay like that for several minutes before Mina sat up. She smiled shyly at me, then ducked down to give the head of my cock a little lick before scampering out of the room.

Amy had taken over her gentle exploration though, and I could feel her breath gently wafting over the head as she moved closer. When her tongue flicked out and captured the pre-cum on the tip, I couldn’t help but groan.

Amy looked up at me with a grin and licked her lips. “I have to go to school, but I will be thinking about this all day long.” she said, slithering up my body and giving me a kiss worthy of her mother.

“I love you, Uncle Dave.” she said softly, staring into my eyes.

“I love you too, baby girl.”

Once the girls were off getting ready for school, Sophia came back in to my room wearing a robe that almost, but not quite, covered her best bits, and carrying two cups of coffee and two extra pillows.

“I should have thought of this before!” she said, shaking her head as she helped me sit up and used the pillows to prop me in place. Handing me the coffee, she took her own and sat down beside me, cross legged. I could see her sex, pink and beautiful, and just a little damp, winking at me from under the robe.

Seeing where my eyes were pointed, Sophia grinned and loosened the belt, pulling the sides apart so her breasts were bare.

“Might as well enjoy the view. Isabella will be here in about twenty minutes so that is all you will get to do.” she teased.

“Isabella?”

“Isabella Casavera is the young lady who cleans the apartment. She is usually here every day, just tidying up and doing laundry or whatever, but I gave her yesterday off. You be nice to her, she is such a sweet girl.” Sophia warned, shaking her finger at me.

“Yeah, because I am the one who is encouraging misbehavior around here.” I said, agreeing with her.

“Well ... you are the cause, that’s certain.” she replied with a giggle.

“I would say just go naked if you want, but she would be shocked. So, let me get you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.”

Isabella arrived as we settled in the kitchen for bagels and more coffee. Sophia had cut my bagel into quarters and smeared some chive creamed cheese on it for me, then sat down with her own to eat.

There was a quick knock on the door, then the sound of a key. “Miss Falcone, it is Isabella.” she called, but she continued into the apartment as if she didn’t really expect anyone to answer. I suppose that Sophia might be out some days, on calls or meeting with clients, supervising workers on her jobs.

“Oh, Miss Falcone! I did not think you were here.” Isabella came around the corner to see Sophia wave at her, a mouth full of bagel keeping her from replying.

She was about five foot six, slim but with surprisingly large breasts for her frame. Her hips swelled invitingly and I was suddenly wishing I could see her from behind. She had a very pretty face, clean and wholesome looking without a speck of makeup. Her smile seemed a little strained and her eyes were wide as she looked from Sophia over to me.

She seemed to flinch, taking in the chair, my legs in casts and the bandage that covered my stump. Her head dropped and her eyes flitted back to Sophia, peering out at her from behind her bangs.

“Isabella, since when did you start calling me Ms. Falcone again? I thought we got past that last year.” Sophia asked, smiling at the girl. “Can I get you some coffee? A bagel?”

Isabella’s cheeks pinked, and her head dropped lower, her voice faint.

“No! Please, señora, nothing for me.” she said in almost a whisper.

“Isabella, please, look at me?” Sophia said firmly, but lovingly. “This is my brother David, and he is a sweet, sweet man. I told you about him, remember?”

“Si, señora, but ... he is un hombre santo!” she said, sounding distressed. “My mother told me so, that he must have been chosen by god to have survived!”

“Un hombre si, pero no santo, señorita. Es verdad.” I said, trying out my high school Spanish.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at me, staring for a moment before blushing again.

“Señor, we prayed for you, every day we prayed. My mother, and my sisters, we lit candles to the blessed Virgin.” Isabella said, not meeting his eyes.

Sophia’s eyes were wide, flipping back and forth between Isabella and I.

“If I make you feel uncomfortable, I will wait in my room while you work, Ms. Casavera.” I said, backing my chair away from the breakfast bar where I was eating with Sophia.

“No, no, no! Please, I am just a silly girl. You are a great man, a brave man. That you should leave because of me? I would never forgive myself.” Isabella said, sounding close to tears.

“Then you have to call me David and not get mad at me if I stare too long at such a beautiful girl. I mean no insult.” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

The blush and the smile that brought a little fire to her eyes told me I had hit the mark.

She took a deep breath, her eyes on Sophia who was smiling warmly at the girl. She seemed to make a decision and stood taller, lifting her head and meeting my eyes. She stepped forward and held out her hand, the blush still on her cheeks but she looked determined.

“I am very pleased to meet you, Señor David. I will try not to be such a silly girl if you will call me Isabella. Ms. Casavera sounds too formal if we will be friends, no?”