Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

Six hours later, I came home from the hospital with a bulky cast on my wrist, a bag of half-melted ice, and a prescription for Percocet. I’d broken a small bone in my wrist, nothing serious, but it hurt like heck.

Gavin opened the front door for me and helped me collapse onto the couch. He’d been acting like a gentleman the entire time — getting doors, doing whatever I asked, and constantly questioning if I was OK. As if he knew that this whole thing was his fault.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I’ll make dinner,” he said, and walked off to the kitchen. “You should probably call Mom and Dad and tell them what happened.”

Our parents were travelling through Italy for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. They’d left for the trip just a couple days before and wouldn’t be back for a month. That was one of the reasons Gavin was back at the house — so I wouldn’t be alone all summer.

I worried that if I told Mom and Dad what happened, they’d cut their trip short. Both my parents worked very hard and I wanted them to be able to enjoy their vacation. I thought about the time difference and realized that even if I did call them, I’d almost certainly be waking them up. I decided to wait till the morning. Besides, I was wiped.

Gavin brought me a PB&J. That doesn’t sound like much, but it was my favorite comfort food and he knew it. He’d made one for himself and we sat on the couch and ate. I tried to keep the grape jelly from squeezing onto my shirt, but it wasn’t easy. Eating left-handed was such a challenge, I could only imagine how hard everything else was going to be.

“Are you OK?” Gavin asked me for, like, the hundredth time. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yes, you can build a time machine and stop yourself from pushing me off the bed,” I said. I was still moody from the throbbing in my wrist and the lost day at the ER. I’d have snapped at a baby seal if it was in the living room with me.

“I didn’t push you off the bed, Cassidy,” Gavin said, seriously.

“Well you may as well have,” I said, “What were you doing leaning in like that, anyway? It’s like you were going to kiss me or something.”

“I was not!” Gavin said.

“That’s it, wasn’t it? You were going to kiss your sister, you big perv.”

“Come on, Cass. You know that’s not true. I just moved a little bit and you leapt off the bed like I was a rabid badger.”

“Whatever,” I said, “We both know what happened.”

“You want anything else to eat?” Gavin asked. He was still being obsequious but there was an edge to his words that hadn’t been there before. For a moment, I spared him some sympathy. I was having a bad day, but Gavin had to be enduring one of the worst of his life.

“I’m OK,” I said, after taking a deep breath, “I’m just tired. After everything that happened, I need to crash.”

“Anything I can do for you?” Gavin asked. He might as well’ve had that phrase recorded for all the times he said it. And yet, I got the feeling he really would build me that time machine if I told him to. My brother was a good guy, I knew.

I got up and kissed him on the forehead. “No, I’m OK,” I said. “I know today’s been awful with Kelly and the hospital and… Well, thank you for everything today. Except the trying to kiss me part.” OK, I couldn’t help twisting the knife. I mean, I am his little sister after all.

“I wasn’t trying to,” Gavin sighed, exasperated. “You’re welcome. I’m sorry today has sucked for you, too.”

I loped up the stairs. They’d given me some serious pain meds at the hospital, and I was loopier than I thought. Just getting to my bedroom felt like an adventure. I fell onto my bed and stared dumbly up at the ceiling.

I was still in my tank top and shorts and it was uncomfortable to try to sleep that way. I started to get undressed, then realized it was going to be way harder without my right hand. I’m very much a righty and using only my left felt like using one of those dinosaur head claws you see at cheap tourist traps off the highway. I managed to get my shirt off, but I couldn’t unbutton my shorts. It was so frustrating, and my wrist was throbbing again, and…

“Gavin!” I yelled out without really thinking about it.

Gavin ran into the room like he thought it was on fire. He froze as he saw me lying topless on the bed. His eyes lingered a second too long. Not that there was much to see. I have tiny breasts with tight, taut pink nipples. But my brother stared like I was that redheaded woman from Mad Men. Finally, he covered his face with his hand.

“Sorry, sis,” Gavin said, “I didn’t realize you were, um, you know.”

“I want to get into pjs but it’s too hard,” I said. I knew I was acting like a child, but I didn’t care. The pain and the drugs had me feeling like an invalid.

“Sure thing,” Gavin said. He sounded happy to have something to do. He went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of mesh shorts and one of his old t-shirts that I’d commandeered for pajamas a few years ago.

“Bra?” he asked. I shook my head. If I was going church or if there was something formal, then sure. I had a bunch of sports bras for when I worked out. But mostly I let my little boobs hang free. There was barely anything there, so what was the point?

“Panties?” Gavin asked. I guess I didn’t think very hard about what was about to happen, because I told Gavin to go for it. I blame the drugs.

He found a cute pair of white underwear with flamingoes all over them. Gavin came back over to the bed and sat down, tentatively. Then he took a deep breath, like psyching himself up. I wondered what the big deal was. Then I realized.

My brother reached up and unsnapped my shorts. My breath caught.