Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"Cory? We're here," Jairo said, nudging his son awake.

"So soon?" Cory groaned.

"Sorry, I know you were enjoying your sleep. C'mon, once we get you settled in your room, you can sleep all you want," Jairo said, unbuckling his son and helping him out of the SUV due to his grogginess and the influence of that powerful pain killer.

"Is he okay?" Dayana asked, in a worried tone.

"Yeah, the meds are keeping him pretty sedated," Jairo said, shouldering his son's weight.

"Dad? Who's that?" Cory asked, when he was seeing five of the same person in his haze. "Did you bring a pretty lady home with you?" he mumbled almost sounding drunk. Not seeing how red Dayana's face was becoming when he was referring to her as the pretty lady.

"That's Dayana, you goof."

"Oh. Still the statement holds true," Cory spoke bopping his sister's nose as he passed.

"Am I not a pretty lady, Cory?" Celeste asked, from behind her son.

"Yep, pretty hot yourself, right..."

"Whoa! Don't you pass out on me now, son, we're almost in the house," Jairo grunted catching the dead weight of his son.

"Right," shaking his head trying to dislodge the cobwebs, "House. Bed. Pee," Cory nodded.

"Just not in that order," Cassy said, resting Cory's left arm on her shoulders as she helped to shoulder his weight. She was going do a lot more when she was a nurse, so she knew this would be a good way to practice what she would be doing once she got her license.

"You smell nice," Cory mumbled.

"Thanks, although I would say the same if you hadn't just left the hospital," Cassy said, feeling how weak his body was under the pills' influence. "I got this, you two go on. Let me handle the rest, he's going to have to get used to me helping him when you're not around," she said, once they reached his bedroom.

"You sure, he's pretty out of it?" Jairo asked, with more than a bit of concern.

"I'm sure," Cassy nodded.

"Alright, you call us if you need help."

"I will," Cassy said, reassuringly.

"I have to pee, like right now," Cory warned, thankful Cassy got the hint and he made it to the bathroom without incident.

"What's wrong?" Cassy asked, seeing him shaking his head.

"Can't focus."

"Okay, you just brace yourself on the wall and I'll handle the aiming. I'll tell you when you can pee, alright?" Cassy stated pushing his shorts down. Peeking around making sure his cock was pointing at the bowl of the toilet. "Go ahead, Cory." Hearing his sigh of relief once he released his hold on his bladder. "All done?" Seeing his nod, giving his cock a few shakes. "Do you want your shorts on or leave them off?"

"Off, in case I need to use the bathroom again and..."

"I understand," Cassy said, her eyes glancing at his hands. Smiling to herself knowing she was going to have her hand on his cock a lot in the next few weeks. "Carefully step out of your shorts, there you go, I'll take your shoes off when I get you settled on your bed," she spoke yet couldn't take her eyes off that soft cock of his. "Cory?"

"Hmm?"

"How big are you?" Cassy asked, low.

"Over twelve inches," Cory stated matter-of-factly as Cassy eased him down onto the bed. Not seeing her shocked eyes when he said that.

"Impressive."

"You think so?" Cory mumbled. Not really understanding what he was saying. In his mind he was still half asleep.

"I do, I'm going to take your shirt off so the cotton or lint doesn't get into your wounds. Can you lift your arms?" A smile formed on her lips hoping that it would always be this easy. "There we go," Cassy uttered when she slipped his left shoe off. Only to find herself face to face with his cock. Taking a dry swallow as she peered at the monster before her in its slumber. Glancing up, seeing Cory nodding off. Knowing she couldn't take advantage right now. No matter how tempting it was. "Cory?" Her breath was hot in his ear. Her tone had a seductive cadence to it. Her touch was light but alluring upon his back. "I'm going to help you lay down now," she said, gently leaning him down and lifting his legs as he pivoted on his ass. "You comfy?" Cassy asked, only to find Cory had already fallen back asleep.

"How is he?" Celeste asked, hearing Cory's door closing.

"Sound asleep, you wouldn't have a throw blanket around here? I kind of left him naked on top of the bed. But I want to keep his wounds as uncovered as I can. It will help to keep them from getting infected," Cassy said, trying not to let on, on what was playing inside of her head right at that moment.

"Yes, of course let me..."

"I got it Mom," Zoe said, bounding up the steps, running into her room, and grabbing the folded blanket she'd placed on the foot of her bed. It was her own one she had brought from home. Just in case she needed an extra one during their stay. Her feet danced down the steps. Holding the blanket out to Cassy.

"Thanks, did the doctor prescribe antibiotics?" Cassy asked, looking at Celeste and Jairo.

"Yes, I was going to run to the store and get them filled once we had Cory settled," Celeste stated.

"Good, he's probably going to have to eat something before taking them. You do that and I'll see to Cory and make sure his wound isn't festering."

"Can... it's..."

"The first day is critical. The spleen is a pretty big part of his immune system. Why the doctor prescribed the antibiotics. But don't worry, I'm just a worry wart. I like to have my bases covered," Cassy said, lightly touching Celeste's arm.

"Alright, I'll..."

"I'll go, you go take a nap, I know you probably didn't get much sleep at the hospital," Jairo said, knowing that to be true as he placed a kiss on his wife's cheek.

"You're so good to me," Celeste cooed, lightly kissing his lips.

"I'll be back soon," Jairo said, heading for the door.

"Let me go get him covered before he gets chilled," Cassy said, turning and heading back to Cory's room. Biting her lip as she slipped back into the room when her eyes fell upon that soft cock of his. Wondering what it would look like in its full glory. Folding the blanket in half and laying it gently over his legs. Her eyes getting one last look at his manhood before it too was covered by the blanket. Turning her head when a soft knock came on the door.

"Can we help?" Dayana and Zoe spoke softly so not to wake their brother.

"Sure," Cassy smiled, happy to spend time in the same room with two hot women. "One of you run and fetch a wash cloth and put some ice in it," she directed.

"Why?" Zoe asked, perplexed.

"It will help take down the swelling of his eye. The cold will slow down the blood flow to the injury," Cassy said, in a clinical voice. Seeing Zoe dashing off and Dayana walking towards his bed.

"What are you doing?" Dayana asked low when she noted how Cassy was digging in her bag.

"Going to put some antiseptic ointment on his lip, check his wounds, listen to his chest to make sure the stitches they used to sew him up didn't pop, I'm sure they haven't, but like I said, I like covering my bases, and get my own readings on his blood pressure and heart rate. So if something changes I'll know it," Cassy said, looping her stethoscope around her neck, pulling out a small notebook, a blood pressure cuff, a bottle of ointment and a sterile Q-tip. "Can you hold his head still?" Seeing Dayana nod and placing her hands lightly on the side of Cory's head. "There, that should do it," Cassy stated once she had applied the ointment.

"I got the ice, now what?" Zoe uttered as she walked into the room.

"Dayana hold it on his eye for twenty minutes and off for another and repeat," Cassy directed, as she closely studied Cory's wounds making sure they haven't begun to redden. Pulling out her phone and snapping pictures of them just in case so she could compare later. Blowing on the metal part of her stethoscope and rubbing it on the palm of her hand so the coldness of it wouldn't startle Cory in his sleep. Listening around the knife wound pleased that whoever operated on Cory was good at his job when she didn't hear the sound of blood pooling in the empty cavity. Pumping up the cuff, resting the metal disk on the nook of his elbow. Counting the beats of his heart as she watched the timer on her phone. Quickly writing down her observations in her little notebook, she was going to make sure Cory got better without any difficulties. It was the least she could do for what he did for her mother.

"Hey, sleepy head," Zoe cooed down at her brother as she peered at him as his right eye fluttered open when Cory woke back up at four in the afternoon.

"W-what are you doing?" Cory asked, the pain finding its way into the tone of his voice.

"Holding some ice on your eye so you're eye doesn't swell so much. Cassy's the one that suggested it. Is it too cold?" Zoe asked, going the extra step to see to his comfort.

"A little," Cory admitted.

"Okay we'll leave it off for now," Zoe said, placing a kiss on his forehead. She still couldn't believe her brother went through all this just to keep those men from knowing where she and Dayana were. "I'll be back," she said, scooting off the bed.

"What're ya doing, Pixie?" Cory asked, when Cassy rose from the seat she was in after cutting off her phone.

"Going to check on your vitals," Cassy answered grabbing the blood pressure cuff and her stethoscope.

"Why?" Cory inquired, as he watched as she wrapped the cuff around his left arm.

"Well," ignoring how he's yet to call her by her real name, "I need a baseline for when you're awake, I have one for when you're resting. I do plan on taking care of you as my patient."

"Does that include sponge baths?" Cory uttered seeing Cassy blushing.

"Maybe, maybe not, depends on if you're a good patient. If not I'll just hose you down," Cassy said, bringing her stethoscope to her ears. Writing down her observations in her little notebook and putting them away. "Do you need to use the restroom?"

"Yeah, but I got this one... I think," Cory said, unsure if he could wipe his own ass or not. He sure as hell wasn't going to get Cassy to do it.

"Number two I take it," Cassy mused, nodding in understanding and walking towards the door. "I'll just be right outside. If you can't handle it just yell."

"Right," Cory muttered, easing himself up. Holding his hand against his chest hoping the pain would fade in a few days. It was difficult to manage but he did it without Cassy's help. Even making sure he wiped rather well since he was going to lay back in bed.

"Don't," Cassy spoke walking back into the room when she saw him getting ready to lay back down on his bed.

"Huh?"

"I know you might not be hungry but you need to take your meds, and you need to have food in your stomach when you take it," Cassy said, taking his shorts from earlier off the dresser. Squatting down so he could step into them, yet her eyes watched the sway of his cock. Pulling his shorts up his legs, smirking seductively at him as she eased his manhood into it. Feeling her face burning when Cory uttered the phrase: 'You keep caressing it like that I'm going to count that as foreplay.' "No shirt, I don't want lint or anything infecting your wounds at least for a week," Cassy stated in a clinical tone.

"You sure this isn't about you wanting to see me in as little clothing as you can?" Cory spoke teasing the hell out of Cassy who rolled her eyes.

"Go on," Cassy said, pushing him out the room.

"Cory?!" Celeste surged from her seat on the couch and rushed to his side. "How're you feeling?"

"Hurting."

"Give him half a pill, that way he isn't totally zonked out after he eats," Cassy said, coming out of his room. "And the other half if he really needs it." Seeing Celeste nodding in understanding. "I'll be ready at eight, I'm gonna run to the house and take a shower," she spoke looking at Zoe and Dayana who uttered an 'Okay, see you then.'

"I'll see you in the morning. I'll check on you before we head out and when we get back," Cassy said, lightly laying her hand on Cory's upper left arm. "Look at your left palm," she whispered into his left ear. Waving to them as she walked out the back.

"What was that about?" Cory muttered.

"We're going out tonight. We spotted a little club when we were shopping," Dayana said, trying not to let her eyes fall on his wounds.

"Ah." Walking into the kitchen, not realizing how he was on the pills and returning to the distance between them. Looking at the palm of his left hand as he did, only to be stopped in his tracks when he read what she wrote: 'Cassy, the hot punk chick that's going to suck and fuck that cock aka Ms. Pixie Queen. I'm stealing it!' Quickly lowering it when he heard someone coming up from behind him.

"How about I fire up the grill and cook those hot dogs?" Jairo spoke lightly placing a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Sure," Cory muttered reading the prescription bottles that the doctor had prescribed to him.

"Cory, I know you can't eat too much, but we have some leftover coleslaw if you'd like to have some?" Celeste asked, seeing that same demeanor as before. Wondering what it would take for them to return to the way he was acting from before without the aid of narcotics.

"Did you make it?" Cory asked, looking over at her, given that hers and his father's coleslaw where on two different levels.

"Yes, honey," Celeste answered with a smile when he nodded.

"Mom, why are there two different pain killers here?" Cory asked, looking over at her. When one said, Oxycodone and the other Demerol.

"Oh?! I asked the pharmacist that too. He said the Oxycodone was when you need the relief right then, the Demerol is a time release one, say for when you go to bed," Jairo stated as he grabbed the bag of charcoal.

Handing his mother the bottle that held the Oxycodone in it. Leaning on the counter to take the stress off his staples and brace his trembling body on.

"Cory... is it bad?" Dayana asked, in a concerned voice seeing how his legs were shaking. Her eyes took on a look of sorrow as that swollen eye, and busted lip turned to peer at her. How she wanted to rush in there when she noted the pain in his right eye.

"Here, Cory," Celeste said, gently laying her hand on the middle of his back and laying a glass of water before him. Reading the label before undoing the top and placing a pill in her son's hand. Watching it quickly disappear into his mouth. "How about we get you settled on the couch while you wait for the pill to kick in," she spoke in a motherly, worried tone. How she just wanted to take all his pain away.

"Let us help you, Cory," Zoe stated, slipping her hand around his upper left arm when he reached them as Dayana did the same on his right side. Seeing how his good eye was searching her face for something that she couldn't say. Helping Cory down onto the end of the couch. Looking to her sister when they heard his wince of pain as he did. "Is there anything I can get you?" she asked, lightly touching his shoulder to which Cory shook his head.

"Well... my phone if it isn't dead yet," Cory said, looking up at his sister.

"Okay," Zoe nodded before returning to the kitchen knowing her mother was the last one to have it. Who stopped in her tracks when she noticed her parents were in the middle of a discussion as she peered at them through the glass door as her father prepped the grill. Knocking on the glass to get their attention.

"What is it Zoe?" Celeste asked, when she opened the door.

"Where's Cory's phone?"

"In my purse I meant to give it back to him, why?"

"He was asking for it," Zoe stated, nodding when her mother told her where it was. "Sorry, Cory, but its dead," she said, when she came back down from her mother's room. "I can get your charger for you?"

"Nah, its fine, just plug it in for me, will ya?" Cory asked, watching Zoe's ass as she walked to his room. Looking over when Dayana poked him in the arm.

"I want you to stare at my ass, too," Dayana said, in a little pout. "After all, you did call me a pretty lady," she quickly added to herself.

"Oh? But not at your tits?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Y-you like them better then Zoe's?" Dayana stammered.

"Yeah, they're different, Zoe's are like Mom's, well... she's sort of like a copy of Mom in a sense," Cory said, seeing her eyes luster when he said that.

"But I still want you to look at my ass," Dayana said, with a firm nod.

"Thought you were getting a new boyfriend?"

"Why would I?" Dayana asked, with a tilt of her head. "All I see are boys there, not a man among them," she stated firmly. Noting how Cory was looking at her confusingly. "Now hush, lets watch this show," Dayana said, snuggling up to her brother and tucking her legs beneath her ass. Resting her head on his shoulder as they watched some reality TV show she was into. "Has the pill kicked in?" she asked, feeling his body starting to relax after ten minutes.

"Yeah, must be fast acting," Cory stated feeling some of his pain being dulled.

"Good," Dayana cooed, gently rubbing his arm. "I don't like seeing you in this much pain." Not seeing the look Cory had on his face when he looked over at her. Then seeing Zoe nodding along when she sat beside Dayana.

"Didn't stop you for five long years, did it?" Cory mumbled aloud.

"We're going to do better; I'm going to do better. I can only make up for my mistakes. I was stupid and arrogant to think what we were saying wouldn't hurt you. I should have known better. I'm your big sister. I should have stopped it. But I didn't. I know you told me after five years it's too late to say I'm sorry but I'm going to do it anyway. I'm so, so sorry that we made you feel like this. I don't want you to die. I don't want to see what I saw last night ever again!" Dayana said, tears reaming her eyes as she stared at her brother. "You were so pale, there was so much blood. I thought you were going to die!" Her grip on his arm tightened as her voice began to tremble. Not seeing Zoe nodding along behind her. Unaware that Cory did die for about fifteen seconds before doctors got his heart beating again when he was in surgery. "Please, just give us the chance to make this right between us."

Cory remained silent, turning his attention back to the TV. Unsure what to say to what Dayana had just spoken. Then looking down at his hands, his chest, wondering why he had done it. He knew the reason he told himself when he defied that man. Yet, was there a deeper meaning to it? Did he do it out of love or some twisted sense of family obligation? Honestly, he wished he knew the answers to those questions. Even if he hated them, he wasn't just going to give them up to those men just so they could be raped repeatedly. He wasn't that damn cold hearted. Watching Dayana's hand reach across his face and come to rest lightly on his cheek and turning his head to look at her.

"All we ask is for a chance. One chance. Is that so much to ask for?" Dayana pleaded, brushing her thumb along his cheek bone.

Again, Cory remained tight lipped. He knew he should say something, yet after the past five years he's became rather wary of their overtures. He didn't know if he had it in him to do what they were asking.

"You don't have to answer right now, that isn't going to stop me from proving to you that I can change. That I can be a better sister to you. I know you probably are thinking on whether or not you could trust what I'm saying. I can't fault you on that. We've made it rather difficult for you to do that. So you listen up Cory Dilan Miller, the sister you knew is dead. A new one is going to take her place. A sister that's going to make sure you never feel suicidal again," Dayana said, with conviction. Her eyes darted towards the kitchen when she heard more than just their parents' voices coming from its depths.

"What?!" Cassy asked, stopping in her tracks when she noted Cory's peculiar look on his face when she exited the kitchen in a rather sexy red dress.

"A little girly don't you think, Pixie?" Cory teased. "Plus, a little presumptuous of you to bring that little number on your vacation. It almost feels like you were already planning to get laid," he stated, shooting her a knowing look. Seeing how red her face was getting. "Although..."

"Although?!" Cassy encouraged him to continue.

"Looks nice on you," Cory admitted. He could at least be nice to her, after all, his cock and balls would be in her hands literally every single day for the foreseeable future. He really didn't feel like having them ripped off in her anger. He's seen enough of hospitals for the last two months he had no wish to return to one without his manhood and jewels intact.

"Why, thank you, I knew there was a kind bone in that body buried deep beneath that sarcasm and anger," Cassy said, with a coy smile.

"And there it goes, you broke it," Cory stated, with a mischievous grin. Seeing Cassy rolling her eyes, yet her smile remained. He really tried not to notice how sexy her legs looked as she strolled towards him, yet, that would just be a lie. He was a guy after all, and, in truth, Cassy had some gorgeous legs.

"How you feeling?" Cassy asked, squatting down beside him, resting her hand lightly on his right. "Did you take your Demerol?" she inquired when he told her about the pain in his chest.

"No," shaking his head, "took an Oxycodone," Cory stated truthfully.

"Okay, wait until around nine to take the Demerol, it will give your body time to get most of the Oxy out of your system. So you won't OD on the two pills," Cassy said, in a caring voice. "That way the Oxy will wear off when the Demerol will start to take effect. And you won't be nodding off like you did in the hospital while sitting out here."

"You know if it wasn't for that hair, those earrings, and whatever else you got hiding under that dress, you'd make a decent nurse," Cory joked, feeling the sting of her slap on his forearm. Arching an eyebrow at how elegantly she rose from her spot. Smelling the light perfume she wore as she leaned in.

"You know," her breath was hot in his ear, "what they say about those that constantly fights right?" Cassy whispered low. "Makes me wonder if you have a thing for me and just can't admit it. No need to be shy Cory. I know I'm hot. But ask yourself, do you want to know what it's like to have a blowjob given to you by a woman with a tongue ring? I'm told it's rather... stimulating," she purred in a husky voice. Glancing down, seeing the movement in his shorts the conformation she was looking for. "If you play your cards right, you just might get to know what else I have pierced." Her sultry gaze burned in her eyes as his right eye peered at her from the corner of it. Her fingertips ran along his arm as she moved to go sit in-between Zoe and Dayana.

"Hello, Cory," Delilah greeted as she peered in the doorway of the kitchen. Seeing his walls instantly coming up.

"Hello," Cory greeted curtly. Preparing himself for the barrage of questions she most likely had already prepared. "Sorry for the horror show, but I think your daughter just wants to see me as naked as the law allows," he said, hearing Zoe snort. Trying not to notice how titillating Cassy's thigh looked as she crossed her legs from what he could see from his swollen left eye.

"Well, I'm pleased to see your sense of humor hasn't been damaged from that altercation," Delilah said, with an amused smile on her lips. "Tell me, do you go around rescuing damsels in distress?"

"Every Saturday," Cory retorted, "sometimes on Sundays if they're real pretty."

"Well then, I'll just have to keep on the lookout for my hero," Delilah countered as she walked over to the chair to join the four of them.

"You let me know if you ever find him. I hear I can collect a bounty."

"So... what are we watching?" Delilah asked, turning her gaze towards the TV. Making a metal note of Cory's behavior. Noting how it wasn't as full blown as Celeste and Jairo had stated when they brought him home. However, she could see the effects the narcotic was having on lowering the barrier he had put up between him, his family, and her given the questions she had pestered him with last night.

"Some boring reality TV..." Looking over when Dayana lightly smacked Cory on his upper chest.

"I like this show?!"

"I wonder why?! Could it be because of the hot, muscular guys prancing around without their shirts on?" Cory stated looking at his sister while his hand gestured to the episode of 'Home Makeover.' "Help me out here, do they not appear prancing about?" he asked, looking at his father who had entered the dining room through the kitchen to wait on the coals to get ready followed by Sam and then his mother carrying in a drink for him.

"Yeah, I'm not even going to touch that," Jairo said, noting the way his daughters were glaring at him.

"Very wise, dear," Celeste said, lightly patting Jairo's right cheek as she passed. "Cory there's nothing wrong with the show. So there happens to be a few hot, tasty men working without a shirt on. There's no need to argue about it," she said, watching how he held the glass with his thumb and index finger as he drew on the straw. Noting how her daughters were nodding along, given how they all three binge watch the show for that reason.

"I don't think you'd be saying that if there were an equal number of hot, topless women on the show doing what they are doing," Cory said, lifting his left hand and pointed at the TV. "I would have thought you'd be one for equal representation on such an acclaimed show," he stated, choosing that hill to die on.

"Really?! What possible benefit could there possibly be to have hot, topless ladies on the show?" Celeste asked, cocking an eyebrow and crossing her arms. Watching Cory set his drink on the folding TV tray she had found in back of one of the closets.

"One: men are suckers for naked boobs. I would include the lesbians but they have boobs of their own so don't know how much they would be intrigued by the idea," hearing Cassy giggling as he said that, "so instant rating gold mine just waiting to be tapped. Two: think of all the jiggling going on when they hammer, use a nail gun, or any other assorted things that takes place renovating a home. Do you know how many perverted men, young and old, would be tuning in just to watch it?! It be soft core porn without the sex! Let's not forget about the lesbians I'm sure they would tune-in to see some jiggling boobies, wouldn't you agree, Pixie?" Cory asked, standing his ground.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about," Cassy stammered.

"I might have devolved into the 'Claw man' I'm not blind Cassy," Cory said, a smirk lifted the corner of his lips at the sound of Cassy's gasp when he used her real name for the very first time while his gaze never left his mother. "So have you gotten to first base yet?" he asked, peering over at her.

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," Cassy said, looking away.

"Awe, I haven't seen you this shy in ages?!" Delilah cooed enjoying the show. Smiling in delight when her daughter just gawked at her.

"She was shy?! Don't believe it," Cory stated shaking his head. "So back to the point I was making. If you, women in general I mean, get to have your eye candy that you all can drool over. Where's ours?" he asked, looking back at his mother. "I'm all for equality, but does this seem equal to you?" Gesturing to the TV, giving his mother a questioning look. "They agree with me, they're just scared of their wives," Cory said, nodding to his father and Sam.

"Is that so?" Celeste mused, turning her head towards her husband who suddenly found something to do in the kitchen quickly followed by Sam. "So, honey, you think this show would be equal if there were big breasted women in it?" she asked, in a firm tone, yet her green eyes showed how amused she was.

"Did I say big breasted women? No. I did not. Don't go putting words in my mouth. I said, jiggling boobs, nothing about their size. You do know some men like smaller breasts."

"Oh? Do tell Cory, what do you find so fascinating about women with smaller breasts?" Delilah asked, intrigued by this openness that the drug had introduced. "For example, take Cassy, forget she's my daughter for a moment. She isn't endowed like your mother or Zoe is. What do men find so intriguing about smaller breasts?"

"Well, I'm not going to speak for all men."

"Very well, let's focus on you then," keeping her interest hidden when his female family members seemed rather attentive to the conversation, "what do you find intriguing about them?" Delilah asked, in a professional voice.

"Nope, I'm not answering that, feels like you're trying to diagnose me," Cory said, waving her off.

"Answer the question Cory, you started this, I would hope you weren't someone that couldn't finish the job," Cassy stated, peering around Dayana.

"If you couldn't stay put, then you don't get to laugh," Celeste called back to her husband and Sam who were lightly chuckling in the kitchen.

"Okay, Ms. Pixie Queen, you want the truth?" Turning his head so he could look at her. "More isn't always better. Sure bigger woman have the size to do tittyfucks, and somewhere very, very alluring to rest ones head if you catch my drift. But, take yours, for example," gesturing to her bust, "if my hands worked at the moment all that extra would be spilling out from around my hands, unlike yours would. They appear to be just the right size to hold in one's hand. If you swung like that. Also, you can fit more of the woman's breasts into one's mouth as opposed to those with a more robust bosom. Does that satisfy your curiosity? Not saying there's anything wrong with a more bountiful woman. Just sometimes more isn't always better."

"Cory..." Crossing her arms below her breasts causing her 32D orbs to lift, "are you saying you don't like big breasts on a woman?" Celeste asked, her hurt was evident on her face.

"Now see, there you go putting words in my mouth again. Did I say that? No. I'm a horny teenager, I like all boobs. Just telling you like it is."

"Nice save there Romeo," Zoe stated, mimicking her mother.

"Hey, Cory," Jairo stuck his head out of the kitchen.

"Yeah."

"How many hot dogs do you want?" Celeste watched tentatively at how Cory placed a hand over his stomach. Seeing how he looked over at Cassy as she reached across Dayana.

"Don't take on more than you can handle right now," Cassy said, in a caring voice.

"I'll try two. Don't know how I'm going to eat them, but two should be fine," Cory said, looking at his hands.

"Would you like it if I cut them up for you?" Celeste asked, in a motherly tone. Just so he wouldn't feel so useless in feeding himself.

"Yeah, the bun might make my stomach expand too much right now," Cory sighed knowing he wouldn't be having a loaded hot dog any time soon.

"Coming right up," Jairo stated before slipping back into the kitchen.

"Cory, do you want to eat at the table or out here, where you're already comfortable?" Celeste asked, in a loving motherly tone.

"Wouldn't the table be kind of cramped?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I can squeeze in next to you, just in case you need a hand," Dayana whispered heatedly into his ear.

"I'm going to help your dad, you yell if you need anything," Celeste said, seeing her son nod.

"Where you going?" Zoe asked, when Cory began to lift himself out of his seat.

"Need to pee," Cory lied, he didn't want to have a full blown erection around Delilah or her husband.

"What? I'm your nurse, and you very well can't tie your own shorts, now, can you?" Cassy stated when Cory looked back at her when he neared his room. Not seeing the impish smile on her lips when she silently locked the door once she had closed it behind her.

Gooseflesh raced across his skin as he felt the fine fabric of her dress caressing it. Then he felt the softness of her breasts as she pressed her chest into his back. Making Cory realize that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her dress as her hands reached around and undid the knot of his shorts. Feeling her breath on the back of his neck as she pushed them to the floor.

"Thought so," Cassy mused into his ear as her hand wrapped around his cock. "Did I make you hard, Cory?" she asked, in a salacious tone.

"I'm not hard... yet," Cory retorted, biting his lip as her hand moved up and down his shaft

"Mmmhmm, then let's see this big boy in its glory, shall we?" Cassy purred as her hand increased in speed feeling his cock swelling with every stroke until it was at full mast. Peering around his body, her eyes widening at the sight of that engorged, twitching cock. "Go stand in the shower, Cory, we wouldn't want to make a mess, now would we?" Her breath was hot in his ear, her sensuous words tickled his eardrum as her painted lips moved along his ear. Biting her lip as she watched his cock bounce as Cory walked towards the open doorway of the enclosed tiled shower stall of the bathroom. "You just relax and let the Pixie Queen take care of this fat cock," Cassy hummed in want when Cory braced himself on his forearms against the doorframe.

"Thought you hated the name?" Cory asked, keeping his moan down as her hand worked in earnest to get him off.

"Told you I was stealing it," Cassy stated her lips tugging on his earlobe as the heat of his erection soaked into the palm of her hand. Feeling his pre-cum coating her hand as the minutes wore on. Noticing the swelling and the slight twitching of it. Reaching between his legs, her eyes showing her astonishment when she cradled his cum-filled balls. They were far bigger than any she's ever felt or seen before. A devious smile formed on her lips at Cory's light moan, feeling his sack tightening up. Knowing that load was about to be unleashed on those unsuspecting tiles. "Cum for me, Cory, cum for the Pixie," Cassy directed, her hand stroking faster along his length. Grinning madly as she felt rope after rope after rope of his cum surging down his shaft and still there was more! "Holy shit!" she whispered as she peered around him and saw how much of his cum was coating the shower floor. However, she wasn't going to do all that work and not get a treat out of it. Seeing how Cory was eyeing her from over his shoulder when she ran her index finger along the meatus of his crown and gathered up that drop of cum that clung on for dear life.

Humming as she sucked her finger clean as she moved back to the doorway of the bathroom after washing his cum down the drain. A sultry look appeared in her eyes as his cock swung when he turned towards her. Knowing she was going to take extra delight in bathing him now. "You all set or did you really need to pee?" Cassy asked, with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"No, that was pretty much it. So I have my own naughty nurse, huh?" Cory spoke in a teasing tone, as he stepped back into his shorts. His muscles rippled as Cassy ran her tongue up his deflating member as she pulled up his shorts as she rose.

"Maybe," Cassy said, with a seductive smirk as she tied a loose knot in his drawstring. "Too tight?"

"Nah," Cory said, after giving his hips a few shakes to see if they would fall down.

"Good. How's the pain?" Cassy asked, lightly touching his chest. "Do your wounds feel inflamed to you?"

"No, just itchy."

"That's probably the opiates, it's normal."

"Umm..." Scratching his cheek wondering if he should ask or not.

"Yes?" Cassy urged him on, she wanted him to be open with her about his health. She couldn't very well take care of him if he was holding anything back.

"Why's my poo black?"

"Oh, that's simple," Cassy said, trying not to laugh. "You were bleeding into your stomach which you probably digested some of it. It should return to normal when you have another movement after your next one. If it doesn't you let me or your parents know, alright?" she spoke in all seriousness. "Internal bleeding is a very serious thing," Cassy stated seeing him nod before heading to the door. "Come on, let's get you some sun before dinner," she said, smiling at him from over her shoulder.

"This is so embarrassing," Cory grumbled as he watched his mother cut his hot dog in to little bites that he could pick up with his two functioning fingers. Feeling his mother placing a kiss on the top of his head as she brushed her hand along the back of it. Nodding when she asked if he had enough slaw.

"Cory you have to try Sam's beans they're so delicious," Delilah praised as the smell of the bacon and beans filled the air.

"Just a little, we don't want to stress his stitches," Cassy said, in a clinical voice.

He could feel their eyes on him as he struggled to hold his fork properly. However, Cory was determined to prove that he could feed himself. He might not be able to clothe himself at the moment. Yet, this was one thing he was going to prove that he hadn't been regressed to a toddler. Hearing his father getting up and walking into the kitchen.

"Here, Cory," holding out a spoon for him, "this should be better for you," Jairo said, seeing the slight tremble in his son's hand when he had heard the frustration in Cory's voice when it was causing his slaw to fall off his fork.

"Thanks," Cory said, grasping the spoon with the palms of his hands. He was going to do as much as he could on his own, even if it meant looking like a clown doing it.

"That better for you?" Zoe asked, reaching over and placing her hand on Cory's forearm.

"Much," Cory nodded as he scooped up a spoonful of his mother's coleslaw. "More." Holding out his plate with his hands wanting another serving of it.

"You sure, honey, I don't want to cause you pain like this morning," Celeste said, in a concerned tone, yet held a happiness to it due to his craving for a second serving. A smile appeared on her lips when Cory vehemently nodded. "That enough, honey?" she asked when she scooped the same amount from earlier onto his plate.

"Little more," Cory said, holding up his thumb and index finger to indicate the serving. Seeing Dayana smile when she placed his plate back down in front of him.

"I'll get your medicine," Cassy said, getting up from her seat now that Cory has something filling his stomach. Making a mental note of the dosage on the bottles to add to her notebook. So she wouldn't give him too much when she was his sole caretaker while his family was away.

"Cory, Wednesday, Cassy will take you to your doctor's appointment, she wants to do her own exam on you and get some x-rays on your hands, just to see if they're starting to heal properly," Celeste stated as she watched him popping the pills into his mouth and nodding in understanding.

"You full?" Dayana asked, when Cory leaned back into his chair after he cleaned his plate.

"As full as I'm going to get for a while," Cory muttered, wondering how long it would take for his stomach to heal.

"Then I'll take this," Dayana said, taking his plate and hers and rising from her seat and headed off to the kitchen.

"I'm go lay down for a bit," Cory spoke swiveling in his seat once his mother had pulled Dayana's chair towards her to give him room to get up.

"Okay, honey, you just yell if you need us," Celeste said, seeing his nod as he moved past Jairo. Arching an eyebrow when Sam got up from his seat and placed a hand on Cory's shoulder.

"Delilah told me what you did for her, you have my gratitude for keeping those men away from her," Sam said, in a humble voice. "I wish you didn't have to put yourself on the line, but I'm very glad they didn't lay a hand on her." Cory just nodded, while his eyes glanced to his mother and sisters who all had that same look his sisters had in the hospital. "I just hope your hand hasn't been too damaged from giving those men the beating they deserve," he said, firmly.​