Chapter 69

“Perfect…” she whispered against my mouth. “No other word for it, Alex. I couldn’t have dreamed for more…”

“I agree,” I said back softly, my lips touching her while I caressed her exquisite body. “That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, Alexa, even with you.”

“I know,” my aunt sighed, shaking her head slightly. “I just… that orgasm, Alex, it brought out something so primordial in us both. I hope we can find that again some time, when we don’t need to be so guarded.”

I nodded and pulled back from the wall as much as I could, my cock popping out of her wetly. She supported herself with her hands on my shoulders and stretched on her toes, rotating her neck and doing what she could to squirm the kinks out of her body. True, she was still pressed against me, her tits squashed to my chest, but at least I didn’t have her pinned and immobilized.

“Mmmm, we’d better shower off before anyone arrives.” Alexa mused, smiling at me. “ShallI lather you up first?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m just gonna rinse off and get out so you can shower up properly.”

She looked confused. “You’re turning down my invitation to lather you up using my body?”

“I don’t want to refuse ,” I replied, shrugging. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea for both of us to smell like your hospital’s shower gel when my parents get here.”

“Oh. Good point…” she conceded. “Well, I’ll just have to make it up to you another time. Okay, you rinse off and then I’ll do my thing once you’re out.”

I nodded and turned around, allowing the showerhead to cleanse me while doing my best to ignore Alexa giggling and fondling my body from behind. Her hand took my limp but swollen shaft and caressed it slowly, seeing if she could make me hard again. Half of me wanted to resist out of principal, but I also needed her to know what sort of effect she had on me and I was soon hard and throbbing again.

“Naughty boy,” she cooed, lightly slapping the top of my shaft, making it bounce up and down comically. “Too bad you need to get out now, right?”

I shot her a look and she smiled innocently. I sighed and got out of the shower while she giggled at her torture of me. She couldn’t stop me after I’d wrapped myself in a towel and left the bathroom, flushing the toilet on the way out.

There was an evil smirk on my face as I heard a shriek of discomfort from the shower stall. I didn’t know that happened with the water in hospitals too…

***

After Alexa was done promising to kill me for the hot water prank, we made sure I was completely dry and sat around, listening to music on a radio station and reading magazines. Restraining ourselves from locking the door and making out was difficult, but necessary. My mother finally texted me and announced that she and dad were on their way over. I replied I’d been reading while Alexa had taken a nap before their arrival and her release.

My mother breezed into the room, followed by my father, who was his normal, giant and genial self. Mom hugged Alexa close, sniffing her and commenting on how glad she’d be to get her home so that the shower gel smelled not so antisceptic. I stood up and gave mom the chair while she interrogated her little sister, making sure she was ready to leave. Mom was more than willing to take the entire hospital faculty on in a no-holds-barred pitfight if Alexa felt she needed to stay longer. And with my dad as her tag-team partner, I didn’t really fancy the hospital’s chances.

My mother began going on about how they’d keep an eye on her for a few extra days, just to be sure, but I couldn’t help noticing that Alexa didn’t seem to be paying attention. She was staring at something. She caught my eyes and nodded her head subtly, directing my gaze. I followed her eyes over where she was looking…

Towels on the floor. Three of them. One of which would not smell like hospital shower gel.

Normally one wouldn’t think that was a big deal, but if my mother decided to fuss and clean up after her younger sister, there was no chance she wouldn’t notice how one of them smelled differently and then she’d be asking questions. Why give her the opening, right?

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, making a show of noticing the towels strewn on the floor and kicking them into the bathroom ahead of me, using my foot to wipe up any water on the floor with them. This virtually guaranteed my mother would be loathe to touch them now. I tossed them in the hamper as I closed the door, waiting an acceptable length of time to go to the bathroom before flushing the toilet and coming back out into the room, where my mother was still explaining her plans and Alexa listened intently.

I was also listening, but I made a point of looking around the room, inspecting other things, seeming like I wasn’t paying attention. I allowed my mother to call for me twice before looking over, coming out of my ‘fog’ that I was apparently in.

“Ugh, just like you to not be paying attention,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Listen, Oblio, while you were wandering around in the Pointless Forest, I was telling Calamity Jane here that we’ll be keeping an eye on her for a few days and she’s not allowed to exert herself- no heavy lifting, strenuous exercise or extreme excitement.”

I shrugged and nodded. “I promise not to take her weight lifting and if I see her trying to run a marathon I’ll trip her. Anything else?”

“Smart-arse,” my mother muttered. “Your father’s more useful than you.”

“Oh, he can’t be as useless as all that, can he?” Alexa inquired, smirking.

“Please,” my mother groused. “When he was eight, he named his rabbit Biscuit Hammer. Who does that?”

“So he’s a little bit random,” my aunt reasoned. “And I hardly need a chaperone while I recover.”

“Just as well that you’re starting to work for the Linguistics department, then,” my mom concluded. “I can keep an eye on you myself and when I’m busy, my peers in Linguistics can do it for me, tell me if you look tired or pale.”

Alexa sighed and laid back on her bed, looking at the ceiling. “Yes, my lady…”

***

Dad and I strode alongside either side of my mother like imposing bodyguards while she pushed Alexa’s wheelchair down the hall. My aunt had protested, saying she was perfectly fine to walk, but a single hard look from mom cowed her and she sat obediently in the chair, rapping her fingers on the padded arm as we steered through the hospital.

Dad drove mom and Alexa home while I followed. Once we were back in the house, mom was insisting that Alexa lie down on the couch and take it easy. Alexa insisted that all she wanted to do was eat real food and she’d be willing to pay if we could all go out to eat. Mom finally yielded to pressure and agreed we’d go for Mongolian if Alexa would take a short nap first. Alexa in turn turned on her side and took her nap on the couch. My mom sighed and put her hands on her hips, clearly disasatified with this outcome.

“How are we supposed to sit around and discuss you if you’re right here?” she groused.