In the Hands of My Futa Nurse
Malcolm is a star athlete who has taken one too many risks and has landed himself into a hospital bed. Thankfully, he is being cared for by a loving nurse—who also happens to be his attractive stepsister, Gina.
Their relationship goes from strictly medical to dangerously forbidden when Gina enters his room one night and takes the concept of tender, love, and care one step too far. But when Malcolm tries to return the favor and give his nurse some attention, he will find more than he bargained for under her scrubs.
What’s going to be discovered first: their true feelings about each other or their naughty healing sessions?
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As the doctor leaves the room, my stepsister takes his spot on the edge of my bed.
She’s a really pretty woman, for someone who is now legally a part of my and dad’s family. She doesn’t have any of his genes, that’s for sure. We don’t go to the same college, but I see her every time I visit home. Despite Dad and Lauren’s efforts for her and I to develop some semblance of a relationship, we never got too close. I wonder if they had anything to do with her being my nurse.
“It’s good to see you, Mal.” She smiles, and it’s a genuine smile, crinkling the edges of her eyes. Gina has these expressive, round eyes that make it easy for anyone to tell how she feels.
“You too, Gina. Sorry if I don’t hug you or anything, because uh…”
I attempt more limb movement, and I’m rewarding with a sad little flail. But it makes her laugh, so it isn’t too bad.
“It’s okay. I’ll forgive you this time.”
We both laugh, and when she doesn’t say anything else I go ahead and ask what’s on my mind.
“So how much are out parents paying you to watch over me?”
Her eyebrows raise in surprise.
“No, I asked to be reassigned to you. I’m doing this for free.” She shrugs. “Well, free plus my salary. I don’t see you unless it’s a national holiday, and maybe I just wanted to see what you were like when you aren’t stuffing yourself full of Christmas ham.”
This is a surprise to me. Why the sudden interest?
“Hey, your mom makes a mean Christmas ham.” I nod at the wheelchair. “I take it you’re not just here to take my blood. I think I saw this in a movie once. You’re going to take me on a walk around the hospital, right? I’ve been dying to get out of this stuffy room.”
She glances furtively away from me. “Not exactly. Come on, I’ll help you on.”
She easily gets me into the wheelchair, which isn’t too much of a physical feat. I’ve always been on the slight end as far as athletes go. Not that I’m complaining. It helps with my choice of sport.
My stepsister wheels me down the halls, with a brisk pace that makes me feel giddy as she zooms past gurneys, corners, and other patients. I watch the sky pass by outside the windows. Eventually, we end up in front of a set of double doors on the other side of the hospital.
“Wanna guess where we are?”
I don’t see a sign or anything that would convey the room’s purpose. I shrug.
“The morgue? If I am going to die, this is the worst way to tell me. I hope you know that.”
Gina laughs and swings the doors wide open.
Boring, white tiling line the floors and the walls of the room. There are several contraptions that look like reclining barber chairs sitting near the walls, next to shower faucets with what seem to be detachable heads. There are straps on the armrests of the chairs, which I assume are to keep patients from slipping off. But why did my stepsister wheel me here?
“Um, Gina,” I say as she pushes me into the room, “Doc Fleming didn’t mention anything him giving me a bath.”
“Mal, don’t be silly.”
She stops the wheelchair in front of one of the chairs and pats the chair on its blue padding.
“I said I wanted to help you through your injuries and we’re going to start here.” She laughs at what is surely a look of confusion on my face. “I volunteered to bathe you. Now let’s get you out of that hospital gown.”
“Gina, I’m naked under this thing,” I whisper.
“Yeah, and you’re usually supposed to be naked during a bath,” she whispers back. “Unless you’re one of those never-nudes.”
“One of those what?”
“Mal, you don’t have to whisper in here.” She speaks at a normal volume. “You’re making this weirder than it has to be.”
“Weirder? I’m not going to get naked in front of my stepsister.”
“This is my job. You’re getting naked in front of your nurse. Trust me, you’re not going to be the first naked man I see in my life. I seen plenty of dicks in my line of work. You’re not going to be the smallest, and you’re not going to be the biggest so stop being so stubborn.”
I don’t have a comeback for that. Besides, I guess she’s just trying to be nice to me. She did volunteer for this, after all.
That doesn’t stop the fact that as soon as the gown is off and my ass is sitting in the chair, I feel the most exposed I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
I look wistfully at the wheelchair, now in the corner of the room with my hospital gown draped over it. My dick has flopped onto my stomach, and I wish that my arms would recover at this exact moment so I can cover myself up.
“Water’s finally warming up,” Gina says in a voice she calls the ‘patient tone.’ She says it works a lot like the ‘customer service tone’ and the ‘barista tone’ except sometimes you have to yell it because you get a whole lot more old people with hearing problems. “How are you feeling?”
“A little cold.” I try moving my legs again, to no avail. “A little restless.”
She appears at the chair’s side, a concerned look on her face.
“Well that second one you’ll have to make do with for a little while longer.” She slips on a pair of latex gloves and rubs my arm. “I heard the news about your accident, and… Well, I found myself thinking about that time I knocked over Mom’s vase, the one she got ‘from the old country’? She was sad about it for a while but she bought a new one because vases are replaceable. If you want a new son, you have to wait at least nine months.”
The sadness in her eyes breaks my heart.
I’m an athlete. Pushing my body to the limit is what I do, right?
“Gina, do you mind holding my hand and squeezing? I can’t do it myself, and if I don’t do it, my next sentence is going to lose some effect.”
She laughs and does it, and we look into each other’s eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to old country vase myself.”
She waits, and shakes her head after I don’t say anything else. “Is that it?”
“Jesus, Gina, come on, it’s a one liner.”
She sprays water on me, catching me by surprise. I yelp, which makes her laugh.
My bath finally starts. At first, it’s as awkward as you can imagine for someone your age to be washing you. As I get soaped down and everything, though, it actually starts to become a little more relaxing. Almost… sensual? I guess that’s something you can’t avoid when one person is giving the other a sponge bath. I imagine this is the kind of treatment celebrities and millionaires must get. It helps that talking to my stepsister is actually pretty nice.
She tells me a few stories about past patients and in return, I tell her about the last few tournaments I was in.
“It’s a good thing you’re still alive,” she says, “because you don’t want to let all of this hard work go to waste.”
She pokes me in the abs.
“Hey,” I laugh. “You gotta be light if you wanna fly.”
“Um, what are airplanes, Alex?”
I shake my head. “You know what I mean.”
I look down at her. She’s taking her sweet time on my abs, now that I’m thinking about it. I clear my throat.
“What, don’t tell me I’m your first patient with a six-pack?”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s more like a four-pack, Mal. But it is a nice change from flabby.”
“Well, back when I was a fat kid, I would have taken a two-pack.”
I lay back and close my eyes as Gina runs the showerhead up and down my body. I get lost in the warmth. It feels like what a jungle rain would feel like, silent and hot and powerful.
Maybe too lost.
I hear Gina start to giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Just learned which part of your body still works.”
“What do you–”
My voice gets stuck in my throat when I look down. I’m as hard as a brick, and standing as tall as a flagpole.
“Oh. Shit. Gina, I’m really sorry, I–”
She silences me with a wave of her hand.
“It’s okay. This isn’t the first time this has happened, either. It’s actually easier to wash them this way.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Come on. Attractive young nurse, steamy shower, latex gloves? I’d be offended if it didn’t happen all the time. Besides, it’s the body’s natural reaction. I understand more than you think. Here, just look at me.”
I do so, focusing on her soft smile. I try to ignore how she gingerly holds me in her gloved fingers. I try to ignore how good the sponge feels on my cock as she glides it over me. The soapy suds running down my length.
My breath quickens, and so does hers. Her smile disappears. We don’t talk as the sponge, guided by her hand, strokes my full and throbbing manhood.
And just as quickly as she began, she stops. We break eye contact.
She dries me up, gets me back in my gown, and wheels me back to my room in silence.
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