Giving me a playful wink, Amelia tells me I don't look too bad myself.
"Right," I say, still grinning like a happy kid. When I try to say something, anything, I come up empty. I just watch her, all tongue-tied. Amelia is taking me into unfamiliar territory and I need time to acclimatize. Get used to not thinking of her as my sibling.
"Let me get you another pillow, sir," Amelia says, all nurse now, openly eyeing the pillow that hides the cum-leaking diamond-hard erection that is dying to break free.
"Great," I mumble. Self-consciously, I watch her stride to the closet, her hips swaying seductively. My hard-on stirs when I see the bare part of her round ass. Opening the closet that covers most of one wall, she needs to stand on her toes to reach the pillow on the shelf. Reaching up, her uniform rises up too, revealing more leg and ass for my eyes to take in.
Standing there in the sunlight, she looks ethereal as she turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder, asking me if I want one or two pillows, seemingly oblivious of the way her ass is pushed out in my direction; the innocence of her youthfulness and open facial expression stands in stark contrast to the sex her body openly advertises.
"One," I croak, no longer certain if I know my stepsister at all. Her return to my bedside is as sensuous as every move she's made so far, and my cock is killing me, its hardness extreme.
We don't say anything of substance as she spoon feeds me, not a word of what should be said. I am grateful for it. Grateful for the time she is giving me to adjust to this new reality. Although, having her sit next to me dressed like the sexiest nurse in national history, my eyes feasting on her cleavage and the thighs that I want to feel and kiss, is already a huge leap forward. After my meal, she leans over to place a soft kiss on my forehead.
"That is for being such a good patient," Amelia says, placing a hand on my stomach, which feels hot, my abdominal muscles instantly tensing.
"Right, an old guy you will probably surprise on his next birthday with a walker with his name on it," I say, nervous about where that hand might go.
"Oh, I have a very different surprise in mind for you, sir," Amelia says, each word loaded with the horniness that I can smell in the air and see in the big blue eyes. She looks at me so hopefully. Her words freeze me up at the reality she is offering right here, right now; not tomorrow or the day after. Now. T
oo fast! You are going too fast! I want to say, but I stay frozen instead. Silent.
Slowly running the tip of her tongue over her full lips, like she did before, Amelia's face turns a scarlet red when I answer the gesture with more shocked silence. Before I can stop her, she jumps up and is already on her way out.
"Just holler when you need me," Amelia says, her heartache right there in each word.
If my voice wasn't stuck in my throat, I'd reply.
Amelia
Out of breath, feeling I just climbed the highest mountain and the air is so thin—no matter how fast I breathe, I can never get enough oxygen—I throw myself on my bed and bury my face in the sheets. Sobbing. Angry. Hurt. Kicking. Broken.
Covering my mouth with my hand, I focus on pulling myself together, not wanting to think of the look Mac gave me when I did what I just did. "Fuck!" I finally scream into the sheets. Angry and heartbroken, I just lie there for long silent minutes, my heart in ruins and slowly accepting defeat. The shocked expression on Mac's face was like nothing I've seen before.
I can only hope he'll forgive me and that this won't ruin our relationship, or that he thinks I'm some sort of freak for going after my own stepbrother like that. He must think I've lost my mind for assuming he could possibly be interested in going all the way. I should be happy he indulged me as much as he did.
I've never felt so stupid. So I give him a hard on? So what? He's a guy! Guys get hard over nothing all the time! I'm such an idiot.
Mac's voice pulls me out of my reverie, fear striking me cold at the thought of having to face him so soon after that royal fuck up of such epic proportions.
"Yes?" I say, my voice as screwed up as I feel.
"Can you come here for a minute?"
"Just give me a minute. I'm cleaning up!" Yeah, I'm going to have to clean up the mess that my face must be by now.
One look in the bathroom mirror shows me I was right. My eyes are puffy and red and my makeup has run, creating a look that is a perfect for Halloween. Cleaning up, I ignore the way I'm dressed, now feeling as stupid and embarrassed about showing all that skin as I felt excited about it earlier.