PAUL LOVES ROSE–PART 3
Introduction:
Paul and Rose commit themselves to each other
We had a wonderful time at the cookout. Rose and I rocked slowly in the hammock for more than an hour until it was time for lunch. After that I decided it was time to play ball with Eric. I pulled my glove from the truck and threw with him until he tired. Rose and I teamed up for horseshoes, beating our parents three times before throwing a game to Eric and Mary. Eric, at thirteen, was a year older than Mary. They liked each other, but I doubted that theyâd ever love each other the way Rose and I did. I helped to cook the steaks for dinner then Rose and I were dismissed. We were free to go for our date.
Rose opted for miniature golf so we brought Eric and Mary with us. It was a tight squeeze in the truck, but we made it work. I paid for ice cream sundaes after, then we took them home; Rose and I headed for the beach. We found several others around a bonfire. They were all kids like us who we knew either from school or the neighborhood. We said our âhelloâsâ then walked down the beach for some privacy, although I still had no idea what to do about Roseâs screaming.
We stripped each other then lay down to hold and touch each other. We were there more than a half hour when Rose shifted position, moving down to take my cock into her mouth. âOh no–only if I get to take care of you, too.â I pulled her around until we were in the classic â69â position. My tongue found her wet and hot. Juice gushed from within her fountain. Roseâs tongue and lips found my organ hard and oozing pre-cum at a fantastic rate. Seconds later we were into each other as never beforeâas starving people at a grand feast. I licked Roseâs silky thighs, marveling that anything could be so soft and smooth. When I reached her labia I combined licking with sucking and nibbling. I could feel her react on my cock. My hands found her firm breasts and her hard wrinkled nipples as my tongue entered her. Her body thrashed on mine. Only a hand, quickly moved to one of her ass cheeks, held her in place.
Rose had begun at my tip slowly and carefully licking the oozing pre-cum from my urethra. She then licked around the head several times before engulfing my organ with her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Her mouth fucked me just as my tongue fucked her. We kept it up for more than ten minutes until I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could feel the spasm running through her body. It went on and on for almost a minute. I could only assume she was experiencing one orgasm after another. Her scream began just as I came, flooding her mouth with semen. It was the only thing weâd done so far that had silenced her. Finally, it abated and we lay still. I pulled her up to hold and caress her face. âI love you so much, RoseâŠmore than I could ever tell you.â I looked into her face to see that she was out cold. I shook her gently until she stirred. We kissed and dressed then walked back to the fire. We sat and chatted with our friends; half an hour later we went home. I took Rose to my house where we cleaned up and watched some TV before I took her home. Both families were still there so I grabbed a beer and we joined them in the back yard. The party ended around one.
School was hectic once Memorial Day passed. Rose and I were both enrolled in college-prep level courses which meant we would take special exams developed by the New York State Board of Regents, more commonly known as âRegents Exams.â There was tight security on the exams and everyone in the state had to take them at the same time. As a junior Iâd have a heavy loadâEnglish, Spanish 3, American History, Chemistry, and Advanced Algebra. As a Freshman Rose would only have to deal with Elementary Algebra and Biology; she was in an advanced level program in science.
We were both excellent students, near the top of our classes. Her dad was a PhD physicist; mine was a PhD biologist. They had extremely high expectations for us. We studied like crazy, but still found time for each other. We were always careful to use a condom. Neither of us wanted to create a problem and our religious beliefs meant that an abortion was out of the question. Also, I loved Rose so much that Iâd never want her to be hurt or embarrassed. We finished the year strongly. I had an average of 94.3; Rose earned a 94.7. I started work at the golf course the following day.
I was really busy between the golf course and my lawn mowing business. Mr. Gentile taught me how to use the tractor mowers, how to mow the greens, and to use insecticides. In fact, Iâd take the state applicators license test and pass it by mid-summer. It was a breeze after taking a full year of chemistry. As time passed my work hours were increased so I passed half of my customers off to Brian. I kept those in my immediate neighborhood and, because Brian used my mower, gas, and tools, he paid me a dollar per lawn. I also took any complaints because they were my customers and I was responsible. Fortunately, Brian was also responsible so complaints were few.
Mr. Gentile had given me Sunday and Monday as days off. I spent most of Sunday with Rose, first at church and later most days at the beach. We made love almost every night. I went through condoms by the dozen. Then, one night in early August, I got a surprise. We were on the beach and I reached for one. âNo, Paulâyou wonât need one, not any more. I talked Mom into letting me get the birth control pill. Iâve been on it for a month. Now we can really feel each other. Isnât that great?â
âYeah, but it also means that your mom and dad know what weâre doing so my parents know, too. I think Iâm about to be killed.â
âNo you wonât, Paul; both our moms have known for more than two months. Mine guessed after that first night you came in with me back in May. Remember how glassy-eyed I was when I went into the bathroom? We had a long chat once school was out. She had already made the appointment for my gynecologist. She swore me to secrecy until tonight so it would be a real surprise. Of course, your mom knows, but I know my dad doesnât. Mom said he wouldnât understand. He still thinks of me as a little girl. Isnât that funnyâsomeone who wears a 34-C bra a little girl? I can barely wear a C-cup any more. I think Mom will buy me some Dâs once school starts again. Oh, Paul Iâm so sorry. All Iâm doing is talking when both of us want to do something else. I guess Iâm just nervous.â
I silenced her with a quick kiss and whispered, âIâm sure Iâm just as nervous as you are besides I love to listen to your voiceâŠeven when you arenât making any sense.â Rose waited a second before she began to giggle. It wasnât long before I joined her and the two of us were laughing like crazy. Somehow we managed to undress each other while we laughed.
âPaul, can we do it some different way?â
âWhat would you like to do?â
âHow do animals do it?â
Iâm pretty sure thatâs called âdoggieâ for obvious reasons. You need to be on hands and knees facing away from me. Iâm sure this would be a lot better on a bed, but thatâs out of the question for now. Tell me if the rocks hurt your knees, okay?â
âI promise, but I just remembered something else my mom told me. Sheâs a screamer like me, but she doesnât have orgasm after orgasm like I do. She told me I was really lucky, but I already knew that. Iâm lucky to have you, especially after thinking you were my cousin all those years.â
âI donât want to start an argument, especially as weâre about to make love, but I think Iâm incredibly lucky. Not only are you gorgeous and brilliant, but youâre sexy as hell and your bodyâŠ. Well, just let me tell you how many guys at school would have tried to maul your breasts if I hadnât threatened to beat the living hell out of them.â
Rose turned to face me. âDid you really do that, Paul?â
âMore times than I care to admit, but now everyone knows youâre taken. Only a fool would touch you now. Even idiotic Ryan knows better than to even open his big mouth. So, why are we still talking?â I rubbed my naked cock into her slit. It was a new and foreign experience for both of us. I leaned forward to hold Rose, the person I loved most as my rock-hard erection slid into her. It took a bit of effort, but within fifteen seconds my balls swung against her abdomen.
âMind if I try something else new, Rose? I read about this in the Playboy Advisor, too.â I moistened my index finger in her slit and rubbed it into her puckered anus.
âOhhhhhhh, Paul I never thought youâd do anything there.â
âIf what I read was accurate you have many more nerve endings there than in your pussy and we both know how you react to that being stimulated. Shall I push my finger in?â
âIt felt pretty good when you touched it, but I donât think Iâm quite ready. Are you angry with me?â
I leaned forward to kiss her ear. That always tickled her. âIâm not angry, darling. I never want to do anything youâre not comfortable with. Now, shall we see how this works out?â I placed one hand on each breast and thrust into Rose with increasing pace and intensity. My fingers worried her sensitive areolas and her hardened nipples as my cock moved into and out of her. I had to admitâfeeling her on my skin was nothing less than fantastic. The heatâŠthe wetnessâŠthe grip of her muscles on me were beyond comparison.
My abdomen picked up the tiny vibrations of her orgasm through my contact with her butt. The terms âvaginal orgasmâ and âmulti-orgasmicâ were foreign to me, but if there were ever pictures next to them in the dictionary they would be of Rose. She once told me that she had counted twelve separate orgasms during one of our couplings. Another time she described only one that lasted more than ten minutes and increased in intensity, ending only when I had cum.
Now I was actually going to cum within her and it was going to be sooner rather than later. I reached for her clit just as I blew my first thick rope of semen into her. âOh PaulâI can feel it. Itâs so hot and thereâs so much of it.â I collapsed onto her back, my arms around her waist holding us closely until I realized something was wrong.
âRose, what happened? Why didnât you scream?â
âI did, but this blocked it.â She showed me a small hand towel that had been rolled into a cylinder. âItâs a secret my mom showed me. I stuffed it into my mouth just before I felt it.â
âI donât know. I kind of liked the scream. I always knew Iâd done well by you.â
âPaul, darling, you never have to worry about that. I thought I knew what an orgasm was from when I masturbated, but I was wrong. Thereâs nothing like the ones you give me.â
I pulled her back to me and we lay on the blanket for more than an hour. Rose had played with my slimy cock the entire time and, naturally, it responded. I had been hard for more than fifteen minutes when Rose decided she needed me again. Up she went to straddle me. Her hand guided me to her. I watched myself disappear into her slender body. Rose carefully placed the towel by my head as she began to rock. I reflected on how far she had come in only five months. She had gone from a demure virgin to a sexual animal who wasnât the least bit hesitant to act on her needs and desires.
I moved up for a kiss, grappling her breasts and squeezing them firmly as we moved toward our orgasms. I had been surprised to learn how rough Rose liked her sex. She loved having her nipples grabbed and twisted and even bitten. Along the same vein she loved my teeth on her sensitive clit. Of course, we both knew Iâd never hurt her, but a little pain made the whole experience so much more enjoyable and so much more intense for her.
Tonight was no exception; I worked her nipples with my fingers until she leaned forward, her intentions perfectly clearâbite me! She came so hard I could actually feel her squirt onto my body. It exploded from her like a fire hose, running off my body onto the blanket. This blanket had been washed more often in the past four months than it had in the past four years. Now it would need to be washed again. Luckily, Mom knew about us and had apparently approved. She never said a word about our relationship and I knew she wouldnât say a word about it now. She would wash the blanket with a smile and place it on my bed so we could use it again tomorrow night.
Once Rose had recovered I pulled her up and into the water. Long Island Sound was usually calm and the tide was high tonight. Swimming at low tide in the dark could be dangerous. Not only were there fair sized rocks to trip over, but Iâd actually swum into a few in the dark. It was a shocking and dangerous experience, believe me. We waded slowly into the water, our hands swirling through tiny bioluminescent jellyfish-like organisms in the shallow warm water.
This wasnât our first time skinny dipping. My mom had teased me mercilessly the first time I had walked in with wet hair and clothes. She knew all too well that my bathing suit was upstairs in my dresser. She also knew that Rose and I were making love almost daily so our nudity with each other was a non-issue. Our only concern was to get Rose home after her father had gone to bed. We held each other in the chest deep water and washed our secretions from our bodies. I knew exactly what Rose was thinking when she rubbed her pubis into my leg. âNot tonightâI doubt I could get it up again no matter what you do.â
âOhâŠwant to bet?â
âNo! I have to get you home. Remember, I have to be up by 5:00 tomorrow morning so I need to be in bed like a half hour ago.â
âOkay, letâs go.â She led me out and we dried each other using the other side of the blanket as best we could. We were back in the truck ten minutes later and home ten minutes after that. My mother took one look at me and smiled. She laughed when she saw the blanket under my arm.
âDonât worry Iâll have it ready for you by tomorrow night.â I waved my thanks en route to the shower and bed.
I noticed early on that Mr. Gentile was spending much more time with me than with any of the other employees. Initially, I thought it was due to my inexperience and newness to the situation, but as time passed I thought he must have some other motivation. I never asked; I assumed heâd tell me when he was ready. I only knew that I learned a lot that first summer. It was hard work, but that was okay with me. I enjoyed working outside and I especially enjoyed seeing things grow. All the same I was looking forward to schoolâmy senior year and the football season.
Practice began the third week of August from 5:00 to 7:00 five evenings a week. Rose came with me every time even though it meant that Iâd have to drive home, eat a quick meal after showering then drive back to Port Jefferson High to dress for practice. We rarely wore pads for these practices. Most of the guys werenât in good enough condition when practice started and the heat could be oppressive, even in the early evening. After practice Iâd shower and rush out to be with Rose. Practice went well. As expected I was first string fullback on offense and first string middle linebacker on defense. I was looking forward to having a great year.
I learned over Labor Day weekend what Mr. Gentile had in mind. He explained everything to me and asked for my opinion. He asked to speak with my parents when we were done. I made arrangements once I had a long talk with Rose. He came to our house at ten on Labor Day morning. âMomâŠDad, you know Mr. Gentile. He wants to talk to us about my future.â
âOkay, Paul, but why is Rose here for this?â
âIâll explain that once Mr. Gentile is done, okay?â
âI think you know that Iâm Superintendent at St. Georgeâs Country Club. Iâm also 59 years old and I hope to retire in another six years at 65. I asked Paul to work for me this summer because I thought heâd make a good replacement for me.â
âWe think he should go to college.â
âYes, so do I; would you be surprised to know that Iâm a Cornell grad? Cornell is an interesting university. Part of it is public and part private. The public part began as an agricultural school although these days one can study anything he or she wants. I think Paul will tell you that I spent a lot of time with him this summer. I also made sure that the Club Board met and interacted with Paul. They like him as much as I do.
âSo, hereâs the deal: the Club will pay all of Paulâs expenses at Cornell. They have an excellent program in turf management. Once he graduates heâll work a year as my assistant at $20,000 plus benefits. The following year heâll take over and make $30,000. Over the next two years his salary will increase to $40,000 which is what Iâll earn my final year. You seem surprised. Thereâs a lot of responsibility in my job and thereâs a lot of money at the Club. Of course, all this will be put into a contract to protect Paulâs interest. The Club would expect Paul to work there for a minimum of five years.â
âHow do you know heâll be accepted at Cornell? Thatâs a pretty good school, isnât it?â
âYes, it is, but Paul will have my recommendation as well as that of the entire Board. I should point out that the Club has donated more than $100,000 to the University over the past five years and will donate another $50,000 before Paul graduates. Trust meâhe will be accepted.â
We talked it out over the next hour and a half. Everyone voiced their opinions except for Rose. Her turn would come later. Ultimately, we agreed. I liked the opportunity. I enjoyed working with my hands and with growing things. I hated the idea of working in a laboratory like my dad did. It didnât hurt that Iâd earn much more than the government paid him, too. Mr. Gentile left around 11:30. Now the discussion became serious.
âMomâŠDad, I know youâre wondering why Rose was here for this. Now youâll know. I asked her to marry me last night. Next June, once Iâve graduated, Rose and I will marry. Sheâll come to Ithaca with me. We canât stand the thought of being apart for two days let alone ten months. Back when we began dating I told you, Mom, that I loved Rose and that I was in it for the long haul. Now you know that Iâm in and have been in love with Rose for quite a while and by âlong haulâ I meant forever.â
Rose spoke for the first time. âWhen we first began seeing each other Mom thought I was thrilled to have a real date. The truth is that I was thrilled to have a date with Paul. I thought I was a freak. I was in love with my own cousin. Aunt MarthaâŠUncle Stan, Iâve been head over heels in love with Paul for more than two years. I loved him as a cousin when I was a kid then that changed. I love him more than anything now. To be away from him would kill me. We promised ourselves to each other months ago. I want to be with PaulâŠforever.â
âWhere will you live, Paul?â
âIf we have to we can use a small cabin on the golf course grounds. Iâve already cleared it with the Board President. Weâd prefer to stay here with you while weâre home, but if thatâs not possible weâll stay there. Itâs small, basically two rooms and a bathroom. It does have a double bed which will be a relief after having sex on the beach for the past five months. Thatâs right, DadâRose and I have made love almost every night.â
âAnd I was the one who pushed for it, Uncle Stan. Paul didnât want to push or rush me, but I wanted Paul more than anything. I pushed him, but I donât have to push him any longer. We anticipate a problem with my father who thinks Iâm still nine, but we will be together whatever happens.â I had never seen Rose so determined. She had incredible internal strength. The matter was settled when my mom rose and came over to hug and kiss us. Dad followed a moment later. We had their blessing. We were both relieved. Now all we had to deal with was her parents, especially her father who was known to sometimes be high-strung, even irrational.
CHAPTER 6
We ate lunch with my family and I could tell from my momâs expression that sheâd be on the phone as soon as we left to speak with Roseâs parents. I knew her mom would be with us, but I was worried by what her father would sayâand do. We hugged my parents and walked out the door. I knew Rose was nervous. She had my hand in a death grip. Three minutes later we pulled into her driveway. As expected Aunt Celia was just hanging up the phone. She had a smile on her face.
We asked to speak with both of them and Rose began. âMomâŠDad, Paul and I want to speak with you about something important. Paul asked me to marry him last night and I agreed.â She paused here for a reactionâthere was none so she continued. âWe want to marry when Paul graduates from high school. He has just received a full scholarship to Cornell. I want to go with him and continue high school there. He also has an offer of an excellent job once he graduates.â
I looked at Uncle Carl and could see that he was fuming. âWhat are you two thinking? Are you even thinking at all? This is the most ridiculous thing Iâve ever heard. I absolutely forbid it.â
âWhy, Daddy? I love Paul and he loves me.â
âWhyâbecause youâre cousins—thatâs why!â
âBut weâre not cousins. Weâre not related at all. I may call you Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia, but the fact is that weâre not related in any way. Thereâs no reason why we canât get married.â
âI donât care about your smug answers. I think you should leave. I forbid you to see Rose again.â
âWith all due respect, Uncle Carl, weâre both eighteen. Legally weâre adults. You donât have the ability or right to deny us.â
âI have the ability to throw you out of my house, donât I?â
âDonât I have a say in this, Carl? I would think so inasmuch as this house is half mine. Paul–stay where you are. Iâll be right back.â Aunt Celia walked to the kitchen; we heard a brief discussion on the phone. She was back in less than a minute.
âWell, what are we waiting for now?â
âYouâll see in a minute, Carl. ReallyâŠyou should get your head out of your lab once in a while. If you did you would have noticed how much these two are in love. I actually envy them.â
âWell, I donât think they should get serious. Bad things can happen.â
âLike what?â
âThey could be caught kissing by the police.â We all laughed. We couldnât help ourselves. There were hardly any police in our area and kissing was mild compared to what weâve been doing. âWhat the hell was that all about?â
Rose spoke to answer, âDaddy, Paul and I kiss every day and we do a lot more than that, too. Donât think that Paul has forced me to do anything. It was the other way around. I wanted to become physical with him and he resisted until I made him. Even then he made me wait until we were both sure I was ready.â
âReady? Ready for what?â
âTo make love, Daddy. Paul and I make love every dayâŠevery single day.â His reaction was immediate. He was out of his chair and raced across the room to hit me. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Carl is small and puny compared to me. He raised his hand, but I trapped his arm before he could swing his fist at me. My mother walked in the door, shocked at what she was seeing.
âCarl! What the hell are you doing? Sit down this instant and letâs discuss this like responsible adults.â I had never seen my mother so angry. Uncle Carl backed off and returned to his chair.
âDo you have any idea what these two have been doing? What would happen if Rose became pregnant?â
âIf she became pregnant theyâd just get married sooner and weâd have a lovely grandchild, but thatâs not going to happen. Fortunately, Celia does pay attention to whatâs going on around here.â
âYes, Carl, Rose has been on the pill since the end of June and before that Paul insisted that they always use a condom even stopping Rose one time from having sex without one.â
âHow do you know all this? How do you know this is even true?â
âIf you took the time to talk with your children once in a while youâd understand. Rose and I talk often. I noticed a very special look on her face one night when Paul brought her home. If you think a bit youâll remember that night, too. I woke you up and weâŠ.â
âCelia! Please!â
âOh, Carl, get a grip. You think nobody here knows we have occasional sex? Did the stork bring our two kids? Please, yourself! I woke you up and we fucked like we havenât in monthsâŠand if you continue this idiotic argument we wonât for another several months.â
âBut, this just isnât right.â
âDaddy, maybe youâd prefer that I get involved with someone who would abuse meâŠmaybe even hurt me.â
âNoâŠof course not.â
âI want you to remember when I was sick. Who came to visit me every single dayâŠevery single day, Daddy? It wasnât you. Sometimes I didnât see you for days, but I saw Paul every single day. He always kissed my forehead then read for at least an hour. I laugh when I think of some of the things he read.â
âI donât knowâŠI really enjoyed Nancy Drew and some of those romances wereâŠ.â Rose silenced me with a kiss. Then she spoke again.
âI thought I was a freak, Daddy, because I was madly in love with my cousin. Then I learned that Paul wasnât my cousin, after all. I canât tell you how thrilled I was. Some boys would have taken advantage of me because I was so naĂŻve and inexperienced, but not Paul. He always treated me with dignity and respect. We want you to accept us, Daddy, but even if you donât I am going to marry Paul. I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. PAUL!â She linked her arm into mine, holding me as though sheâd never let me go and I guess that was the message. We all sat there silently waiting for a reaction. Finally, Uncle Carl decided to speak.
âOkay. I still have some concerns, but it is your life.â I breathed a sigh of relief. Rose turned my head with her finger and gave me an incredible kiss. I hugged Aunt Celia and Mom and held my hand out for Uncle Carl. He thought about it for a few seconds before smiling and taking it in his. âIâm sorry about earlier. Iâm glad I didnât actually hit you.â He must have been delusional. He was never going to hit me. I took Roseâs hand and we walked out back to the hammock where we relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. We kissed and talked quietly until it was dinner when we learned that we were all going out for a celebration.
We went to the beach the following day. I always found it amazing that the beach died right after Labor Day even though the weather was still great. This would be our last day free. School always began on the Wednesday after Labor Day and I was looking forward to my senior year. This year Iâd also drive Eric to school. He was beginning ninth grade. I would have much enjoyed having Rose to myself, but Iâd have her after football practice and that would have to do.
Our first game was on Saturday against Riverhead, another central school that pulled students from roughly twenty local elementary districts. We always had trouble with them, but not this year. I led the way for our star halfback Elmer Morris, repeatedly opening holes in their defense. Elmer ran for more than 150 yards and two touchdowns. Even I had one on a fake run right and pass left. I was all alone in the corner of the end zone. Rose met me with our parents and Eric and Mary who looked like they were getting along unusually well. I reminded myself to ask Rose about it later.
We won our second game a week later at Huntington. Once again I opened holes in the line for Elmer and starred on defense with eight tackles and a fumble recovery. I was looking forward to having an outstanding year. I had taken Wednesday morning off from school to sign my agreement with St. Georgeâs Country Club after Dadâs lawyer had reviewed it. I felt great knowing that my future was secure. I returned to school in time to meet Rose for lunch and prep for Saturdayâs game with Deer Park.
We built an early lead using the same formula weâd used in the first two games. We were on defense in the second quarter with a 21-0 lead when I moved to fill a hole on the right side of their line. I was engaged in a block with their tackle when I was cut-blocked by their halfback who dove for my knee. It was an illegal block that had been seen by the officials as well as both coaches. More than illegal, it was an intentional dirty play. I knew in an instant that I was badly hurt. I could hear as well as feel the cracking in my knee and leg. I went down and I didnât get up. Both coaches and the doctor rushed onto the field. The pain was incredibleâalmost enough to make me pass out–but I could hear the Deer Park coach screaming at his halfback. He was removed from the game and told to turn in his uniform. I looked down at my right leg; no leg was ever meant to bend in the direction mine had taken. Even worse, I could see my uniform pants turning redâI was bleeding, apparently badly.
Thereâs always an ambulance at football games and now I knew why. It drove onto the field and I was loaded onto a gurney and taken away to the hospital. Port Jefferson has had a hospital for years and from what Iâve been told it was pretty good. A few years ago the state opened a new university almost next door in Stony Brook. The following year a medical school and teaching hospital were also opened. Thatâs where I was headed now.
I was still conscious, but barely, when they wheeled me into the emergency room. The team doctor had given me something for the pain and I was really woozy. I was only there for a few minutes while they cut my treasured uniform from my body then I was whisked into an operating room. By then my parents had arrived and had signed the necessary permissions.
It was dark when I woke–my leg up in what I later learned was traction, an IV in my arm. I was still pretty much out of it, but I could hear crying. I knew in an instant that it was Rose. âDonât cry, Rose,â I whispered. She jumped up in a flash to hold my head and smother me with kisses. âWhatâs the diagnosis? Do you know?â
She ran out to the hall to fetch my mother, sat again and told me everything she knew, âItâs a good thing they brought you here. The doctor told us you could have lost your leg without the proper treatment.â
âYouâll be in a cast for ten weeks, Paul,â Mom said, âthen youâll need physical therapy. Iâm sorry, but your athletic career is over. Everyone was here, but Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia took Eric and Mary home earlier. Dad had to go home, too. He has to go to work tomorrowâsomething about cyclotron scheduling. Rose has refused to leave you. Sheâs been here in your room ever since you were brought back from the OR.â
I weakly extended my hand; Rose took it and held it to her face. âOh, Paul I was so worried.â She hesitated when I groaned in pain. âIâll get the nurse. Iâll bet you have to go, too.â She leaned down to kiss me and then she was off. Rose returned a few minutes later with one of the nurses who gave me a shotâmorphine. I was out like a light seconds later, but first I told Rose how much I loved her as I pissed into a portable urinal.
I was in the hospital for a week. I shuddered when the doctor showed me the x-rays of my knee. It had been fractured into seven pieces. The ligaments were all torn to shreds and the upper end of the shin bone–the tibia–were also shattered. I had received an artificial patella–the kneecap–and the ligaments were all reattached. That was why I was in tractionâto prevent the ligaments from shrinking. The hardest part of the surgery was the removal of all the tiny bone chipsâmore than thirty of them. Had they remained in my knee Iâd feel terrible pain whenever I walked.
Rose brought all my books and assignments to the hospital for me. She was driving the truck; I had no idea she could even drive a manual transmission. My parents came almost every night as did my future in-laws, but the constant in my life was Rose. It was late one evening after all my visitors had gone that Rose got that gleam in her eyes. She pulled the screen around the bed, lowered the blankets and pulled out my cock. âDonât Rose– Iâm sure itâs dirty. They donât wash me there.â
âIf you think thatâll stop me you have a lot to learn. Now lie back and enjoy.â I was hard in seconds; I had missed our nightly forays into the wonderful world of sex and I had missed cumming at least once every single day. More than that I had missed the intimacy with Roseâholding and caressing her, hearing her scream in ecstasy. Her mouth was on me in a second; her tongue showed me just how much she had missed me. I came in an embarrassingly short time. Rose sucked it all into her throat then cleaned my cock and balls with her tongue. She covered me and pulled the screen back. We were both surprised to see one of the nurses standing there with a huge smile on her face.
âYou werenât the first and you wonât be the last. I was young once, too. Iâm so glad you have each other. Youâre obviously very much in love.â She took my temperature and checked my bandages before leaving. âThe swelling is down quite a bit so I think theyâll put your cast on tomorrow. Then youâll be able to get out of bed and walk. Iâm sure youâll enjoy using the bathroom instead of the bedpan. Okay, Iâll be back in an hour with your nightly medications.â She turned and left. I was embarrassed that weâd been discovered, but Rose just took it in stride.
I was taken by gurney to another room the following morning. Three orderlies had to lift me from the bed, one carefully handling my leg. They used the same procedure to lay me onto an exam table. The orthopedic surgeon entered a minute later, checking what I assumed was my chart. âYouâre coming along very well, much better than anticipated. Youâll be able to walk now with crutches, but Iâll still want you to keep the weight off your leg. Youâll be able to return to school in another week, but promise me that youâll take it easy. I suggest you get a friend to help you with your books.
You wonât be able to carry them while youâre using the crutches. Okay, letâs get this cast on you.â My leg was wrapped in gauze and cotton padding from just below my crotch all the way to my toes before the plaster bandages were wrapped around, making a strong protective case over virtually my entire leg.
âYou must try to keep this dry for the next two months. Then Iâll want to remove it so I can check your progress. We may be able then to put on something lighter. Sorry, but itâll be sponge baths for you until this comes off.â He adjusted the crutches to fit me and assisted me down the hallway to my room. I sat in a chair for the very first time in almost a week. Iâd never take that for granted again. I was sitting there when Rose rushed in from school. She was always at the hospital fifteen minutes after dismissal.
Rose ran across the room to kneel by my side. She held my face to hers. She was crying when she moved back. âDonât cry, Rose.â I wiped the tears from her face with my lips as I kissed her over and over. âI donât want you to cry for me, Rose. Iâm going to get better and weâre going to be fine. I wonât be able to play football, but thatâs okay. I only had another seven games, anyway. Then Iâd probably never play again.â
âYou might play with our children.â
I grinned. âPlanning ahead, eh? I think Iâll still be able to handle that, maybe even a little basketball or baseball; just so long as I donât have to roller skate. I tend to fall a lot.â
âOhâŠPaul, how can you joke about this? Iâve been so worried about you.â
âWhatâs the alternative, Rose? Should I sit around feeling sorry about everything thatâs happened? Iâd rather look forward to being with and loving you.â
âYouâre right, of course, Paul. We canât change whatâs happened, but we can change whatâs going to happen. Iâm going to be closer to you now than your own skin.â She hugged me and I felt that nothing had ever felt better. We talked about school, our friends and families. I asked her how Uncle Carl was feeling about our relationship.
âBelieve it or not, heâs much better about it since your injury even though he knows Iâm going to stay with you.â
âWhat do you meanâŠstay with me?â
âOh, didnât I explain? Your dadâs office is being converted into a temporary bedroom for youâŠand me. Iâll be there every day to help you get dressed and undressed and to wash you and help you to the toilet.â
âThe toilet?â
âYes, the toilet; Iâve already discussed it with your doctor. Youâll probably be able to stand and pee, but he doesnât think youâll be able to get up from the toilet if you have to poop.â
I couldnât resist a giggle. âPoop?â
âYesâŠpoop! And donât be surprised if I have to wipe you. Iâm going to wash you. If I donât, your mother will have to do it. Who would you prefer?â
âYou, but Iâll really look forward to a shower.â
âMe, too; I also talked to the doctor about thatâno solo showers for a couple of weeks once the cast is off. He says your leg will be weak for a few weeks. By then you wonât want to have one by yourself.â
âHell, I donât want one without you now. I just never thought weâd be showering togetherâŠnot for quite a while, anyway.â
The banter continued for another half hour until I began to yawn. Rose helped me up and into bed. She covered me, kissed me, and told me to sleep. She didnât have to; I was asleep in seconds. I wasnât used to the strain of being vertical with my leg yet. I was also still flushing the narcotics theyâd used for pain relief from my body.
Rose was still there when I awoke around nine. âWhat are you eating, Rose? I donât want you to get sick at my expense.â
âDonât worry Iâm eating more than enough. I have a sandwich after school every day and I usually grab a snack while youâre sleeping. Seeâhereâs my candy bar in my purse. Okay, now?â
I held my hand out for her. She took it and I pulled her to me. Her lips met mine; my tongue met hers. It was our first romantic kiss in almost a week. We held it for what seemed like forever only to be interrupted once again by the nurse. Rose told me about the arrangements tomorrow to take me home. Sheâd go to school for the morning, but be here at the hospital by noon for my discharge and to drive me home. I couldnât wait.
I donned the tee-shirt that Rose had bought me yesterday, but I needed help with the underwear and shorts. I was thankful that a male orderly was selected for the job. I stepped into the single sandal and hobbled forward on my crutches into the wheelchair. My leg was elevated and I bid farewell to my room, praying Iâd never see it again. We went down in the elevator and out to the lobby. Rose stood by the truck door. Iâd never been so happy to see her. She helped me up to the seat and threw my crutches into the truckâs bed. The nurse handed me my books and we were off.
âI never knew you could drive a stick.â
âI couldnât, but Uncle Stan taught me. It was quite a challenge, believe me. I must have grinded the gears a hundred times before I figured it out. Iâm doing a lot better now. You can relax.â She let her foot off the clutch and off we went. I was surprised at how well she was doing. I did relaxâall the way home.
Mom was there to help me from the car. I managed the walk to the front porch easily, but was stymied by the steps. I didnât know how to proceed until Rose helped me once again. âPut your good leg up first then pull the crutches and bad leg up after. Repeat for each step.â
âLet me guess; the doctor told you.â Rose just smiled and laughed. Then she helped me up the stairs. Mom and Rose were by my side all the way into the living room. I eased my way into the couch. Rose lifted my leg onto a hassock then she brought me a Coke. She delivered it with a kiss. Mom laughed. It was good to be home. I was sitting there resting when Mary ran in from school. She hugged me, but carefully. âDonât worry, kiddoâIâm not made of glass.â
She hugged me again and whispered into my ear, âI need to talk with you later. Okay? Itâs private.â I nodded and she ran into the kitchen. I wondered if Iâd ever run again. I struggled to get up, understanding what Rose had said about the toilet. She scolded me for trying to get up by myself as she led me to my new temporary quarters.
Dadâs study had been rearranged. The arm chairs had been moved to the garage as had the table and the large world globe. A double bed had been moved in and made with sheets, a blanket, and four pillows. âFour pillows,â I asked.
âYesâthree for you and one for me; youâll be sleeping on your back and the doctor wants your leg elevated. We also think youâll need a few pillows for sitting up in bed.â
âHow many will we need when we make love? Weâve never done it in a real bed, you know?â
âWell, under ordinary circumstances Iâd say that Iâd be your pillow, but for a while I think youâll have to be mine. Of course, weâll have to be home alone to actually make love. Iâm afraid Iâd scare the living daylights out of your family.â
I hugged her to me and asked her to bring Mary in. âShe wants to speak with me privately, Rose. I donât know what itâs about. Do you mind?â Of course, she agreed, closing the door a few minutes later.
I looked at my sister closely, probably for the first time in years. I could see her blossoming sexuality in the formation of her breasts and hips. âOkay, kiddo, whatâs up?â
She sat on the bed, looked up anxiously, and asked me, âPaulâŠhow do you know youâre in love?â Wow, what a question.
âI donât know what to tell you, Mary, except that when the time comes youâll know. Thereâs no billboard in the sky or little voice in your head that tells you. I wouldnât worry about it for a few years. Youâre still pretty young to worry about that.â
âOkay then, can you teach me how to kiss?â Oh God, what a welcome home!
âOkay, Mary obviously Iâm not going to demonstrate on you so why donât you ask Rose to join us?â She did a minute later. I motioned her to sit next to me. âMary wants to know how to kiss so I think we need to demonstrate.â Roseâs eyes lit up. We moved Mary to the other side of the bed where sheâd have a good view as I leaned forward and Rose met me. We kissed for almost a minute while Mary looked on. I continued my explanation when Rose was willing to release me. âSee how loose and flexible Roseâs mouth is?â I demonstrated by working Roseâs jaw much to the amusement of Rose and Mary both. âYou need to keep your mouth open.â So, of course, Rose opened up so far that a cantaloupe could fit easily. Mary and I laughed, exactly as Rose had intended. âAnd, youâll want to use your tongue.â
âEven I know that!â I hugged Mary as we all had a good laugh. Then I got serious again.
âIs all this for anyone we know? Donât worry, we wonât say anything and we wonât tease you either.â
Maryâs head went down as she blushed deeply. âEric,â she whispered.
I hugged her again. âI like Eric. I think heâd be great for you, but donât be discouraged if it doesnât work out. Youâre both very young and things can change. Does Eric know how you feel?â
Once again the head went down. âYes, he tried to kiss me last time we went to visit you in the hospital. I didnâtânot because I didnât want to–but because I didnât know what to do.â
I looked to Rose. I knew what Iâd do, but I wanted her opinion. âIf I were you, Mary Iâd kiss him the next time you have an opportunity which I think might be tonight. Mom and Eric are coming to dinner. Maybe we can get you outsideâŠalone.â Mary hugged Rose and, then me, and we were alone again.
Aunt Celia and Eric came at 5:30 and they brought dinnerâtwo large pizzas, one sausage with extra cheese, and the other a âkitchen sinkâ with sausage, pepperoni, onion, green pepper, black olives, and mushroom. I opted for my favoriteâthe sausage. Rose and I ate at the living room coffee table where I could stretch out my leg. Eric and Mary also sat with us, but on the floor, their drinks on the table with ours. The parents sat in the kitchen. I âaskedâ Mary and Eric if they would please take the empty pizza boxes and paper plates out to the trash cans in the back yard. Mary winked at me when she left. I knew the job should take two minutes or less from prior experience. They were gone more than ten. Rose and I were silent when they returned. Mary winked again. Rose and I couldnât resist laughing. I stifled it by kissing her which silenced both of us.
I was home three nights when Mom told us, âWeâre going out a bit to play some miniature golf. Weâll be gone at least an hour. In fact, weâll phone you at least ten minutes before we come home.â I knew immediately what was upâmy dad hated miniature golf and I knew theyâd never go out on a Wednesdayâa school night. Rose closed and locked the door and helped me into the shower for my sponge bath. She showered once I was done. It was a quick one for both of us. We were barely dry when we tumbled into bed. Rose was all over me in a second. Her lips found mine and her breasts rubbed all over my chest.
Weâd slept together in the same bed Monday and Tuesday nights and weâd been naked. Rose had sucked me off Monday and Iâd reciprocated with her sitting on my face, but we had wanted to make love in the worst way. My hands found those delectable nipples and her hot wet cunt.
Meanwhile, my cock felt like it had never been harder or thicker. It was so hard it actually hurt. Rose lifted her body over mine, taking care to avoid contact with my cast. A moment later I watched with interest as I disappeared into her slender body. Dear God, I had wanted this so badly and, apparently, so did Rose. Her eyes glassed over almost immediately as she crushed her clit into me. I gripped her butt, feeling the tiny tremors running through her body almost immediately. I drove into her as best I could considering my infirmity. Thank God I had cum just two days ago otherwise Iâd probably cum in an instant from her frenetic motions on my cock. I knew that Rose was somewhere elseâsomewhere few women would ever findâwhen she suddenly froze. I saw and felt the massive convulsions race through her body and I heard her unearthly scream that went on and on. She continued to ride my cock for several minutes as I emptied my balls into her until we fell quiet, barely moving. Only our slow breathing showed that we were actually alive.
Rose looked up about five minutes later. âI love your mother and I love you.â I pulled her to me for a long lingering kiss as my softened cock fell out of her pussy. Rose pulled me up and back to the shower. I stood with only my good leg inside because the floor was now wet as she washed me again. I stepped out so she could step in. Semen ran down her legs. We dressed and were back in the living room by the time Mom phoned, acting as though nothing had happened once they returned even though everyone knew different. We were dressed in our pajamasâa tee-shirt and gym shorts for me, one of my tee-shirts and a pair of pink short shorts for Rose. We only wore them while in my familyâs company. In bed we were always naked.
One final part, coming tomorrow. I will allow comments at the end of the story. I hope you are enjoying it.