Chapter 125

THE NURSES' HOME, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, 1:00 A.M.

Sandra sat reading in the corner of Art's bedroom, a small desk light near her. Art moved yet again, this time slowly turning to his back. A quiet sigh escaped his lips. Sandra, keyed to her patient's every sound and movement, stood up and approached his bed. She wasn't certain he was fully awake, but she knew the restlessness and sighs meant he was in pain.

During the afternoon, Hanes had refused to press the pain pump button, saying he wasn't going to become addicted to the pain medicine and was doing fine without it. Most patients didn't hesitate to activate the pump whenever they could, especially patients who had recently had major surgery.

She lightly touched his good shoulder. His eyes popped open and he looked at her in the dim light of the room. Smiling at him, she pressed the button on the pain pump.

"I'm not hurting badly," he said, shaking his head. "I don't want to get hooked on that stuff."

"As I told you earlier, we won't allow that to happen. The new doctor changed your pain meds to something that isn't nearly as strong, anyway."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm still not willing to become dependent on some drug."

"You won't," Sandra said as Bobby came in wearing a robe, her hair tousled from sleep.

"He's having a problem sleeping because he doesn't want to take his pain meds," Sandra told her sister.

"Not good," Bobby said.

Turning back to Hanes, Sandra continued. "Research has shown, and it has been our experience, that people don't become addicted to even strong pain medicine as long as they're taking it when they need it for real pain, and not just taking it because it makes them feel good. You haven't hit that pain pump button a third as often as most of our patients do. You are not going to become addicted unless you abuse the medication. Patients get well faster if their pain is controlled."

Bobby chimed in with, "You might be delaying your recovery because your body is stressed with a high level of pain. Stress can exacerbate any illness and can cause problems in an otherwise healthy body. Plus, real rest — deep uninterrupted sleep — is essential for recovery. From the looks of your bed, you're having a restless night. Hurting and constantly moving around in the bed instead of sleeping will delay your progress. Much less medication is required when it is used to control pain. But when pain is allowed to get intense, it takes much more medication to relieve that pain than it does to control pain as it occurs."

Looking back at Sandra, Art said, "You pressed the button, so I have the pain medicine in me now. I'll..."

"The pump gave you a very small dose. Not enough to get in control of your pain yet. I'll monitor your pain meds for the next few hours until we're back on top of the pain. Then I'll let you do it, if... you promise you'll press the button when you begin to hurt. Promise?"

Art sighed, but seeing the determination in Sandra's face, he reaffirmed, "I'll take enough to ease the pain — Momma," he tried to joke.

The nurses ignored his little joke, because their attention was elsewhere. Bobby, standing close to her sister, reached behind Sandra and tapped her twice in the small of her back where Art couldn't see. The two sisters, on the same wavelength most of the time, often communicated by touches or a code word when one sister noticed something about a patient and wanted the other sister to become aware of it without the patient knowing.

Sandra was already cognizant of what Bobby wanted her to notice, though. Art had slowly pulled his good leg back, raising his knee to hide his increasing erection, but both women knew why he pulled the knee up. "Be back in a second," Sandra said as she and her sister turned as one and went over to the door where they conversed in intense whispers.

A moment later, they agreed and quickly returned to the bed. "First off," Bobby said as they stopped side by side at Art's bed, "we need to talk to you about what might happen. The FBI is using our house to hide you, basically, because they need to keep you near a hospital and doctors until your recovery has progressed sufficiently. After that, all you will need is therapy and a little help getting around..." Bobby looked frustrated for a moment, then took a breath and said, "Oh, crap, I can't think of a diplomatic way to say this, so here goes. The FBI will probably move you out of the area so the criminals will have a harder time finding you ... We want to go with you."

Art looked at the two blushing nurses, Sandra wearing her uniform, and Bobby with tousled hair, wearing a robe. "Well, I don't see where that would be a problem..." but then his mind dropped into gear and he understood what the sisters meant. "Oh, shit. Do you mean..."

"Yes," the nurses said in unison.

Sandra continued with, "We know it's too soon, but if we wait for things to develop normally, the FBI might snatch you out of here and we will never see you again. We want you to know that we're willing to go with you. No, that isn't exactly what we mean; we want desperately to go with you."

Bobby leaned down and kissed him lightly. "We've never felt this way before, and we're afraid to wait. We don't mean to presume, but we think you might have feelings for us as well. Once you're better, the FBI could suddenly move you, and if they did, we would never see you again. Neither you nor the two of us would ever know if we could have had a relationship. We're not virgins, but ... uh, I guess you could say we're not very far from it. We've both been waiting for the right man, and it seems like we've found the right one. One, being the operative word."

Sandra took over again. "We liked one boy in high school. One. Not one each, but one, period. Now we've done it again, but this is more than just like. Bobby and I have come to an agreement. We want to go with you if they move you, and it only seems logical that they will once you're better. Please don't laugh at us. This has been hard for us to get out. Please..."

"Yes."

The nurses looked at each other, then back at Art. "You'll tell them that you want us to go with you? Do you think they'll let us go?"

Hanes reached out with his good arm to hold Sandra's hand. He grunted when he tried to move his other arm to take Bobby's hand. Bobby reached over and gently took his left hand so he didn't have to extend the arm. Hanes smiled at them and said, "I don't think you two will have much choice about leaving. Oh, they will probably give you the choice of going somewhere else, but unless I miss my guess, the two of you are headed for our witness protection program. After what this slaver outfit did at the hospital, they're not going to stop. Sandra, they'll find out that you killed their assassin and come after you — both of you. And they're never going to give up on me, either."

Hanes squeezed their hands. "Whatley and Grigsby are as sharp as they come. They know this is a delaying action, at best. The people who are after me are wealthy and have an organization that has interwoven itself throughout our society. At least that's what I've been told. What I've seen seems to substantiate that idea."

Bobby walked around to the other side of the bed and pressed the button to raise the head somewhat. Both women sat on the bed and turned to their sides so they could snuggle to Art. The two nurses looked at each other for a moment, their faces fairly close to the agent's. Sandra cleared her throat. "We, uh ... well, we talked to Special Agent Grigsby earlier in the evening. He had already told us that he didn't care what Bobby and I did as long as we gave you excellent care. But, we talked to him again to be certain. We could have gotten fired for kissing you in the hospital. But now that the FBI is paying our wages, and the hospital is out of the loop, we wanted to know for certain just how we stood with the FBI."

Bobby took over. "Agent Grigsby reiterated that we were contract workers. We're not FBI agents — obviously — nor are we employees of the hospital. I, well, we, think he was a bit amused that we wanted clarification before we ... did anything that might get us fired, or whatever they do with contract workers. He just chuckled, and said it was obvious we had feelings for you, and he thought the feelings might be mutual. Oh, crap, this isn't coming out very well."

Her face blazing red, she leaned over and tenderly kissed Art. Not just a peck on the lips, a full-blown kiss that went on and on, but with very little tongue involvement. She was desperately trying to show him how she felt about him. When she pulled her mouth, grudgingly, from his, Sandra took her place.

Hanes had forgotten about trying to keep his erection hidden and had let his legs straighten out on the bed. The result: a respectable tent in the sheet. The two women glanced at the tent, then at each other. Bobby pulled the knot that held her robe together. She took Art's right hand and put it on one of her exposed breasts, then leaned over to continue the kiss.

Art felt the sheet pulled down and seconds later, his pajama pants. Shortly, a warm mouth slipped over his dick and a hand grasped his cock farther down, beginning to stroke it. The mouth added suction and her tongue moved on his dick.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled into Bobby's mouth. She broke the kiss and moved her body upward a little, pushing a breast near his lips. He licked her nipple and locked his lips around it, teasing with his tongue and occasionally nipping gently with his teeth.

Time drifted onward. Bobby moaned and tried to push her breast down his throat. Something was happening to her. She had had orgasms with her vibrator — many orgasms. She and Sandra had even experimented with girl-girl, a little. In high school a boy had sucked on her breasts. Although it felt nice, she had not even thought about having an orgasm that way. Now, the feeling seemed to start in her nipples and they in turn seem to be somehow connected to her pussy. From there, the feeling rapidly spread over her entire body. She tingled all over, the intensity growing until it seized her completely. Her world seemed to blow apart, ecstasy consuming her.

After a little while, she became aware of Art's chuckling as he turned his face so he could breathe. She must have collapsed on him. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, trying to focus enough to move.

"Don't be sorry, Baby," he strained out. "That's a very nice compliment you just gave me, Bobby, but I ... Sandra you need to stop," he struggled out as he looked down at the other nurse sucking his cock. "I'm going to..."

But Sandra had no intention of stopping what she was doing. She would not waste his gift to her. With no more warning, his cock throbbed and pulsed. Sandra let out a squeak, one hand rubbing between her legs, the other hand stroking Art as she sucked hard and swallowed his spend. His cock pulsed multiple times. No telling how long it's been since he got off, she thought. Frantically swallowing, her thoughts continued, Whoever said that guys only shoot a couple of tablespoons of come sure hasn't sucked Art off.

Eventually, she licked him clean, then kissed the head of his dick one more time. Smiling up at him, she thought, That one blowjob I gave Kenneth in school didn't last thirty seconds before he came. Thank goodness for the Internet. Art acted like he thought I knew what I was doing. Nothing like being able to look up how to give a superb blowjob.

"Come up here, Sister," Bobby said, smiling at Sandra with love. Turning back to Art, who was now trying to catch his breath as the world finally came back into focus for him, she continued, "Sweetheart, please do my sister the way you did me. I mean, if you feel like it. Are you okay? We didn't make you move around too much and hurt yourself did we?"

Bobby realized she was almost babbling. Art smiled at her, pulled her face down and kissed her strongly. "You didn't hurt me."

Turning to Sandra who was still holding his shrinking dick and looking up at him, "Please come here and let me show you how much I appreciate what you just did for me."

As Sandra sat farther up the bed, Bobby reached over and began unbuttoning Sandra's top. Art got the catch on her bra, then pulled her face down to kiss her lips for a long time, apparently not overly concerned with the taste of her semen-flavored mouth. Eventually, he locked his mouth onto a nipple. Time drifted for the three of them as Bobby gently stroked her sister's shoulders and back while Art nursed. His mouth caressed Sandra's nipple, his hand gently milking her breast, then his teeth nipped her swollen bud. She squirmed her groin against his good leg, whispering a drawn out, "Yesss," as she felt something she had never felt before. She managed to lock eyes with her sister for a moment. Bobby nodded to her, acknowledging that she understood. Sandra's orgasm started. At first she wasn't even sure what it was. It was so much different from anything she had ever felt in the past. Without further warning, it ripped through her body. The part that was her was riding on a wave of pleasure so strong that...