Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

Guiding her son towards the washing machine. Wiggling her hips as she pushed her pants and underwear down to her midthigh. Feeling her cheeks heat when Cory commented on the rather large wet spot on the seat of her panties. Reaching between her legs when her right forearm rested on the lid of the washer. Noting how Cory was taking it slow as he inched his cock into her hot, wet canal. She had no wish for her son to hurt himself because she was an insatiable big cock slut.

"Cory, you just hold on, I'll move, and you just enjoy how my pussy swallows that cock," Celeste whispered low so no one would notice their absence. Whimpering in pleasure when his girth stretched her out. She knew she was going to have to stop a few days before Jairo's return next weekend. She had no wish for her husband not to experience her body, and in truth, given the vast difference in their girths, she knew she wouldn't be able to feel him if she didn't take measures not to deprive her husband of a good fucking after being away for so long. She wasn't degrading her husband's size. No. Never that. She's learned from her mistake, albeit a little too late, to fix her and Cory's relationship. She wasn't about to make that mistake ever again! In reality, she fucking loved riding her husband around their bedroom. "God, you're so fucking big?!" Celeste moaned low so as not to let her voice travel.

"You know it's not going to get any smaller."

"I know, and I fucking love this cock!" A gasp escaped her lips; her thighs trembled as she eased off his cock, then plunged right back down to its base. Feeling Cory's hips matching her rhythm, reaching back, placing her left hand on his hip to tell him not to overdo it, or at least that's what she hoped Cory took from that light touch. Feeling his cock touching all the right places. Places that only her son could ever reach. "Oh, fuck yes, yes, yes, yes!" Her voice was muffled by her hand as she came hard on Cory's thrusting cock. Feeling her son's hands wandering her ass before slipping beneath her shirt. Lifting her bra over her breasts, so her son would have easy access to them. She wasn't about to hinder the man who was fucking her so splendidly. "That's it, Cory, take pleasure from my body," Celeste uttered softly, resting her hand over his cast left hand as he fondled her breasts. However, with all good things, they all end before we're ready for them, too. As so happened when Celeste felt her son's cum flooding her womb.

Quickly spinning around once, the head of his cock left her very satisfied cunt. Popping a squat and inhaling her son's cock, cleaning it of all her sweet nectar. Reaching over and taking one of the hand towels that sat folded on the top of the dryer that didn't get put away before their trip to the beach, and dried his glistening rod off. She had no wish for Cassy to get suspicious, nor was she about to harm the budding relationship she had seen forming between Cassy and Zoe. Helping Cory back into his shorts after she had pulled up her pants and fixed her bra.

"Thank you, baby. I so needed that," Celeste sighed, resting her forhead against his. She so wanted another kiss. She always kissed the men she's had relations with afterward. It was her sign of thanking them for giving her what she needed at the time. "You best go," when Cassy's voice rang throughout her home, seeing Cory peering down at her hand when she took hold of his arm, "tonight, you'll be sleeping with me."

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm," Celeste hummed. "You are, after all, filling in for your father. So, I need you in my bed should I get randy during the night," she said, with a sinful smile. "Go before she finds us."

"There you are; where were you?" Cassy asked, finding Cory in his kitchen, knowing he wasn't anywhere in the house that she would think he would be. She knew he couldn't have been helping his mother with laundry for the past ten minutes.

"Out back, couldn't bear to hear you and Zoe sucking face with the corpses of those dead Smurfs on your lips," Cory said, his fingers fumbling with the glass he was trying to get from the cabinet above him.

"You know, you're going to have to get used to your sister and me being together," Cassy said, reaching over his right shoulder and plucking the glass he was trying to get from the shelf.

"Don't have a problem with that, Pixie. I have a problem with you killing innocent Smurfs," Cory stated sternly. "What did those poor, poor Smurfs ever do to the Pixies?"

"They wouldn't accept annexation into the Kingdom of the Fae," Cassy retorted, filling up the small glass halfway as her eyes noted how he slid his pill bottle towards her. "So they had to be culled," she said, darkly. "When was your last dose?"

"Eleven. When we got home," Cory answered truthfully. Popping the pill into his mouth and taking a sip of his water to wash it down.

"Now come show me this pony of yours," Cassy stated once Cory placed his drink on the counter. "Does it run?" she asked when Cory led her into the garage.

"Oh, yeah, it has some power to it," Cory nodded as he leaned against the workbench while Cassy walked around his car.

"What happened to this widow?" Cassy asked, pointing at the open space where the glass should be.

"Don't know, but the replacement is right there," Cory said, pointing towards the boxes leaning against the wall.

"Any idea on how you want it painted?" Running her fingers along the rear edge of the spoiler that was attached to the rear of the trunk.

"Yep," Cory replied with a coy smirk as those blue eyes of hers glanced over at him.

"Can I get in it?"

"Sure, just don't leave any Pixie dust behind."

"So... you're not upset about what happened at the beach?" Cassy asked, from behind the steering wheel.

"It's not like you're the first woman who's rejected me, Cassy. I'm a big boy. I can handle rejection."

"I'm sorry if I gave..."

"Please, don't insult my intelligence. We've known each other for four days. Not a lot can take place during that time, especially given how you were all but lusting over my sisters the moment you saw them."

"Sorry for the way I acted then," Cassy apologized with blushing cheeks. "I can't help it. I see a pretty girl, who's single, just makes me... mmm, want to do things."

"Uh-huh," Cory muttered as his phone rang in his pocket. "Hey, Jessica, how's your vacation going?"

"It wasn't all that great."

"Oh? What went wrong?"

"I fucking struck out?! Can you fucking believe that?!"

"You? Couldn't land the girl? Have we entered the Twilight Zone?" Cory asked, with a smile on his lips at his friend's laughter. Noting how that pegged Cassy's interest when she stuck her head out of his car.

"There has to be something in the water down there?!"

"I'd have to agree, for someone that plays for the other team, you're pretty damn hot."

"Thanks, could use a boost to my ego right about now. So, how are you feeling, Cory?"

"Like I was stabbed, sliced open."

"They gave you painkillers, right?" Cory was touched by the concern in her voice.

"Yeah, they gave me the good stuff, too," Cory teased.

"Hey, would you mind if I came over, Mom and Dad didn't get along too well on the trip, and I'd really like to get away for a few hours."

"Sure, you know me, could use some backup with Pixie around. She likes the whip more than the carrot," Cory said, seeing Cassy rolling her eyes as she got out of his car.

"She's there?! That woman you sent a picture of?!"

"Oh, yeah, standing right in front of me... sort of."

"I'll be there in ten!" Snorting when Jessica quickly hung up.

"You hurt my friend, no more bouncy, bouncy. We clear?" Cory stated, noting the look in Cassy's eyes.

"I would never?!" Cassy said, aghast at the thought. "Do you think so low of me that you would think I would harm that... beautiful young woman?"

"With your track record, possibly," Cory said, as he walked out of the garage, leaving a shocked, gaping mouthed Cassy behind.

"Cory, what did you say to Cassy?" Zoe demanded as she stomped into his room as he was looking for a clean shirt to wear.

"The truth," Cory said, aloofly. "She does have a habit of forgetting about people when pretty ladies are around," he stated, pulling out a simple black shirt.

"What are you talking about?" Zoe asked, confused.

"Jessica is coming over to hang out," Cory said, seeing his sister mouthing the word 'Oh.'

"You're not upset about..." Her voice stilled when her brother shot her a cold look.

"No, but if you or she keeps fucking asking about it, I will be. You won, I lost, simple as that. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed on my own," Cory stated, telling her subtly to leave.

"Okay, Cory," seeing him struggling to get his cast through the sleeve of his shirt, "I'll go if that's what you want. You call me if you can't get your shirt on."

Ten minutes later saw Cory greeting his friend as she rang the doorbell. "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping. As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door," Cory uttered, quoting the opening verse of Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven.'

"Well, hello to you too, Cory," Jessica said, with a wide smile on her lips. Her dark brown hair hung freely down her back and chest. Her brown eyes sparkled at the greeting. Her perfume was light on the air; she wanted to make an excellent impression on the Pixie Queen. "Would it be alright if I hugged you?"

"Sure, come on, and get you some, just gently," Cory stated, holding out his arms to her.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Jessica whispered low into his ear. She knew her friend well enough to know; he didn't spout off Poe if he wasn't in a sour mood.

"Will be, now that I have back up against the evil Pixie Queen," Cory said, with a smile on his lips that grew wider at Cassy's 'Hey!' "Those poor, poor Smurfs, you'll see," he said, stepping out of the way, gesturing for her to enter as she looked at him perplexingly.

"So, do you want to hang out or do the meet and greet?"

"I want to meet this Pixie," Jessica stated with a glimmer of hope in her eyes that she could salvage her spring break.

"Don't get your hopes up. She and Zoe are sort of a thing, I think," Cory said, shrugging his shoulders when Jessica gave him a look to explain.

"Man, I just can't catch a break," Jessica groaned when Cory explained what happened when they were at the beach.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," Cassy said, cutting into their conversation. "That picture of you Cory showed me does not do you justice," she said, approvingly running her eyes down Jessica's lithe body.

"I see what you mean," Jessica whispered, shooting Cory a smirk.

"Hi, I'm Cassy, or you can call me Cass," she said, in a friendly manner, holding out her hand in greeting.

"Jessica," she replied, shaking Cassy's offered hand.

"Hello, Jessica, it's lovely to see you again," Celeste spoke, greeting the young woman.

"Hello, Mrs. Miller," Jessica said, with a warm smile. "Why is every woman in his family hot?!" she asked herself.

"Will you be joining us for supper?"

"Only if it won't be an inconvenience to you," Jessica said, trying not to ogle Cory's mother. How she would give anything to know what she tasted like, along with her daughters.

"Of course not. You're always welcome here, Cory when you're done, you need your bath before dinner. I don't want you groggy in the shower," Celeste said, in a motherly tone, seeing him nod in response.

"How are you even doing... anything?!"

"That's where I come in," Cassy cut in, flashing Jessica a flirtatious smirk.

"Cass, why don't you go take care of that while I keep Jessica entertained," Zoe said, stepping up to Cassy's side.

"Might as well," Cassy agreed, nodding along.

"You alright..."

"Just peachy," Jessica muttered, lightly patting Cory's upper left arm. Knowing this would give her a chance to test the waters, as it were.

"Women," Cory grumbled as he walked off.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Cassy asked, helping Cory to undress while the water heated up.

"With you? Nope," Cory said, indifferently.

"Hey," standing nose to nose with him, "I don't know what kind of mood you're in or what brought it about. But I am not the enemy here, alright?"

"That remains to be seen, Cass," Cory said, using her nickname to show he wasn't in the mood. "Zoe doesn't need to deal with another cheater."

"Is that what this is about? Listen, Jessica is hot, very hot, but I'm not stupid enough to screw up what Zoe and I have, even if its brand new. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Could have fooled me."

"God, you're an ass," Cassy exclaimed, causing Cory to wince when she tightened the Velcro strap a little too tightly around Cory's left forearm. "Get in, and I'll make this quick."

Cory learned in that rather quick sponge bath that sixty-four blue tiles lined the wall to his left. Given, he had to have something to keep his mind occupied as Cassy scrubbed his back. He was just as eager to get this over with as she was. He didn't really see the need for her to do this. His right hand, minus his middle finger, worked rather well when his finger wasn't in the splint. Although, he would have to admit he would probably get his stitches wet if he did that.

"How's the finger? Is it still numb?" Cassy asked, after the ten-minute long silent interval, after helping him into a new pair of clean shorts and after returning his finger to its splint and taping his right ring finger to keep it immobilized once she had thoroughly dried him off.

"It's fine," Cory lied; he still couldn't feel it. He just didn't feel like sharing that information with her right then. He knew she didn't believe a word, yet she didn't call him out on it either.

"Alright, if you say so, do you need help putting on your shirt?"

"No, I can handle it," Cory replied in a plain tone.

"Suit yourself," Cassy said, shrugging her shoulders as she walked out of his room. If he didn't want her help, she wasn't going to jump through hoops for him. While she would always be grateful for what he did for her mother, that didn't mean she had to deal with his attitude.

"Fuck?!" Cory cursed low after five minutes of fumbling with his t-shirt.

"Cory? What's wrong? Why didn't Cassy help you with that?" Dayana asked, stepping into his room after knocking.

"Didn't want her to."

"Oh? I thought the two of you got along," Dayana said, her blonde hair swayed as she neared her younger brother.

"Appearances can be deceiving."

"Do you not like her or something?" Dayana asked, holding out her hand to him.

Which Cory was reluctant to hand over his shirt. That was until he sighed, knowing it would just be easier if he went with the flow of things for the moment. "It's a give and take kind of thing. Some days I do, some I don't," Cory stated, noting how attentive Dayana was with his hands as she pulled them through the sleeves of his shirt.

"I take it this is one of those days that you don't?" Dayana inquired as she gently pulled the hem of his shirt down over his wounded chest.

"It's getting to be one of those days," Cory agreed.

"Come on, I'm sure Jessica will be eager to hear about our time at the beach."

"Which part, the stabbing, the hospital, or everything else?"

"The last one," Dayana said, flashing him a smile as her hand lightly rubbed along his back as they walked down the hall towards the stairs. Images of how blood-soaked Cory was that night as they carried him to the ambulance flashed before her eyes. "Cory, you know if you need to talk, I'm here. I know I wasn't the best sister to you. But if you're upset about something, wouldn't it be better to get it off your chest?"

"Just tired of being used as a stepping stone," Cory admitted.

"Huh?" Dayana uttered confused.

"You'll see."

When they entered the living room, all three of them were chatting away and laughing. Neither one notice their presence as they stood in the doorway.

"See, they don't even know we're even here," Cory said, before turning and heading to the kitchen to see what was for supper.

It wasn't long before she too left the doorway after noting how they were all slyly flirting with one another. Dayana wasn't about to feel like a fourth wheel in her own home. So, she turned about and went off to keep Cory company.

"Hey, why didn't you come down?" Jessica asked, appearing in his bedroom doorway after an hour had passed. Noticing how Dayana was sitting beside Cory as they looked at something on his computer.

"We did; you three were far too into yourselves to even notice that we were standing right there for three minutes. So, we left," Cory said, pausing the video before looking over at his friend.

"Cory, I didn't real..."

"Next time, don't use me as an excuse to come over just to hit on my sister and her new girlfriend. Thought I meant more to you than a roll in the hay," Cory said, letting his disappointment be known. Nodding when Dayana lightly placed a hand on his forearm. Knowing this would be better handled alone.

"I'm sorry, Cory. I just got carried away. I know it's no excuse for blowing you off. Yet, fuck, I'm fucking horny! And your sister and Cassy are hot!" Jessica said, closing his bedroom door once Dayana left his room.

"I'll take your word for it."

"You really are mad, aren't you?"

"Is it that obvious?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Listen, Cory, I apologize. I shouldn't have neglected you like that. I let my horny mind cloud my judgment. Yet, I haven't been fucked in a month, and no offense, but your sister is just begging for a good licking," Jessica stated, sinking into the chair that Dayana had vacated. "Can you forgive your horny friend?"

"This time, don't do it again. I deal with enough of this crap at home. I don't need to deal with it from you," Cory said, coldly.

"It won't happen again, I promise," Jessica nodded sternly. "Oh, what were you and Dayana looking at?"

"How to put in a floor liner," Cory said, seeing the confusion in her eyes. "Restoring a '69 Mustang Mach 1 429 Cobra Jet, but it needs some work. Hence, the how-to videos," he stated, gesturing to his monitor.

"You got a car?!" Jessica stammered.

"Yep, she's a beast too."

"Can I see it?!" Jessica asked, with excited eyes.

"Alright," Cory muttered, powering off his monitor and grabbing his keys. He might not be able to drive it, but he at least wanted to feel the rumble of the engine from the driver's seat.

"Oh, my, she's a beauty," Jessica gasped at the sight of the classic car when they entered his family's garage.

"I know, ain't it?" Cory spoke with a smile on his lips.

"What are you doing?" Jessica asked, when Cory raised the garage door halfway, so the exhaust wouldn't flood the place.

"Going to start it up," Cory said, walking along the driver's side of the car. A smile formed on his lips when Jessica rushed to the passenger door.

"So, where's the hood for this thing?" Jessica asked, once Cory slowly and carefully eased himself into the old bucket seat.

"Don't know; it didn't come with the car when the former owner dropped it off this morning," Cory said, taking a moment to relax as the throbbing in his chest grew.

"You know, Mike might be able to help you get a good deal on a radio," Jessica spoke, seeing the hole where the radio once was.

"Yeah, but he won't be back till Saturday, so it will have to wait. Other things to do before I think about putting a radio in this thing," Cory said, inserting the key into the ignition. Pumping the gas pedal twice like he had seen his father's coworker do when he stood at the side of the trailer before he backed it off of it. His eyes flickered up as the Boss 429 cubic-inch V8 came to life, seeing how Cassy appeared in the door that led to the garage as his little pony purred. Revving it a little, seeing the smile on Jessica's face as the vibrations played along her mound.

"We so have to go cruising in this thing once you get it all sorted," Jessica said, with a wide smile on her face. "Just think of the ladies you could hook with this car." Watching how Cory ran his hands along the steering wheel as they sat there idling.

"As long as you all chip in for gas, don't have a problem with that. Got a feeling this thing sucks it down faster than I think it will."

"Deal!"

"Dinner!" Celeste's voice rang out.

With their meal over, seeing Cassy and Jessica off, afterward, the Miller family settled down for the night. Dayana never left Cory's side while the four of them enjoyed a movie that played on TNT at the time. It might appear to outsiders that Dayana was becoming obsessed with Cory, but that was the farthest from the truth. She was just making sure her brother was comfortable, and if he needed anything, she would be glad to fetch it for him. After all, she has a lot to make up for. If it meant running to get a drink, holding his cock while he relieved himself, she would do it all to show her brother that she was going to change.

"Come on, Cory, let's get you to bed," Celeste said sweetly, seeing Cory nodding off when his Demerol started to kick in. "Night girls, don't stay up too late," she spoke as she helped Cory up the stairs and to her room.

"This isn't..."

"I told you, baby. Until your dad comes home, you'll be sharing my bed," Celeste stated in a sultry voice as she eased her son down onto Jairo's side of the bed after helping Cory with his nightly routine. "Lift your arms," she directed, slowly pulling his shirt off. Knowing she had to be quick before her son fully fell under the pull of his medication.

"Don't you go molesting me in my sleep," Cory uttered low as the pill began to pull him under once his mother laid him gently down onto the bed.

"I won't make any promises," Celeste mused, pulling his phone out of his shorts pocket and placing it on the nightstand beside him. "Give me a few minutes, and I'll be ready to join you," she whispered softly as she caressed Cory's right cheek. Pulling up the blanket to his lap to keep his wounds uncovered before dashing into her bathroom. Quickly tossing hers and Cory's clothes into the hamper, her bra, and panties soon joined them. Feeling the light material of her teddy brushing along her skin as it cascaded down her nude body. She wanted to give her son something to wake up to, and what better way than to wake up next to a naked woman?

"Good night, Cory," Celeste cooed after getting a kiss in. She knew he wouldn't respond, given how he was already fast asleep. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't say it to the man she would be spending the night with, regardless if he heard her or not.

Cory awoke fifteen till six the next morning, feeling something hot, something wet, something velvety gliding along his manhood. Opening his eyes, trying to get the blurriness of his eyes to dissipate when the weak light of the small lamp on his mother's nightstand filled the room. As his eyes cleared, Cory was met with the swaying of his mother's hips as her sex laced the air. Flavoring it in its sweet scent.

"Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you. Yet, I just couldn't let this hard cock go to waste," Celeste whispered; she could be quiet if she needed to be, however much she wanted to be moaning in bliss as she rode her son's hard tool on that early morning.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "How long?"

"A while," Celeste admitted with an impish grin. "I've already had five orgasms. Now that you're up, I can really move..." Her emerald green eyes flared in lust at the sound of her son's soft moan as she increased the pace of her rocking. Feeling Cory's hands on her thighs as her folds tightened around her son's hard cock. "That's it, Cory, give your mother that hot cum!" Celeste urged him on. Whimpering loudly, praying she didn't wake her girls as Cory thrust his cock upwards, feeling his hot seed flooding the condom she had put on him before mounting that hard pole. Hearing the wet slap of his cock against his stomach as when it slipped out of her hot mound. Wrapping her hand around his deflating base, pulling off the thin, red latex sheath, and tying a knot in the condom, so his rather large load didn't get everywhere. "I'm going to go take a shower, you go back to bed, remember Cassy will be here at nine to take you to your appointment," Celeste spoke, leaning forward, lightly kissing the man who hasn't failed to make her pussy hum.

"I'm quite awake now, Mom," Cory said, ignoring how his wounds were itchy. He knew he couldn't scratch them, but it was a maddening experience.

"Then come, I'll help you dress before I take my shower," Celeste stated, holding out her hands to him. Noting how his good eye was running up and down her body before she helped him out of bed.

"Okay, honey, I'm off to work," Celeste said, walking into the living room dressed in a black dress suit; her black jacket supported two parallel lines of white piping along the jacket's waistline, cuffs, and collar that matched the white buttoned-down blouse she was wearing beneath it. Her perfume of choice was light but professional and not overbearing to one's olfactory nerve. "You behave for Cassy, you hear?"

"If I must," Cory sighed.

"I don't know what's going on between the two of you. But please don't do anything that would jeopardize Zoe's and her relationship," Celeste said, in a motherly voice, as she bent over the back of the couch before placing a kiss on top of her son's head. "Call me when you're done with your appointment. I want a status update on the state of your hands..."

"About that..." Cory felt his mother's body growing still above him. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"What is it?"

"I can't feel my left ring finger, so... yeah, there's that," Cory said, finally letting the cat out of the bag.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Celeste asked, in a distressed tone. She saw no discoloration in his finger, so she knew the blood flow to it hadn't been compromised.

"Well... some reason I should have?" Cory spoke in a plain tone.

"Were you ever going to tell your father or me?!" Celeste asked; her tone spoke volumes of her displeasure at being kept in the dark.

"Only if it didn't get better after the swelling went down, which it hasn't so far," Cory stated truthfully. Given what he has read on WebMD, it would take about a week. "So might need surgery."

"Let's wait until your doctor has a look at you. Next time something like this happens, you tell me. You're my baby. I don't like it when you keep something that deals with your health from me," Celeste whispered into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck, just so she could hold him close and not cause him any more pain than he was already in. "Be good, okay," she cooed before placing a kiss on his cheek, seeing the steam from his morning coffee drifting off the surface of that hot liquid.

"If I must," Cory groaned.

"Yes, you must behave. I'll be home around five. We'll have pizza," Celeste said, running her fingers through her son's hair as she rose.

It was five minutes till nine when Cassy showed up at his house, looking rather professional. Which took Cory back for a moment. He really didn't think she had any clothes like that, given the outfits she had worn during their stay at the beach. Turning his attention back to the TV, knowing they would have to leave in twenty minutes to reach his family's doctor's office on time for his ten o'clock appointment. Ignoring the banter between Cassy and his sister as Zoe led her into their home.

"Good morning, Cory. Are we going to be difficult today?" Cassy asked, standing beside the armrest of the couch, looking down at him.

"Hello, Cassandra," seeing the shock that he knew her given name, "I haven't decided yet."

"Cory, I thought we got along. What happened?"

"Let's see. First, you blatantly ignore me during our first meeting. Then try to act like nothing happened, then dive head first in trying to worm your way into my sisters' pants all during our beach stay. Then you two try to fuck my friend, without a care that Jessica came here to see me. Nah, that didn't matter to you, did it?" Cory asked, in a cold tone, as he glanced over at her. "We are just acquaintances who have had sex, nothing more, Cassandra."

"That so? Huh, here I thought we were somewhat close to being friends," Cassy sighed.

"Cory, we didn't..." Zoe's voice stilled when Cory raised his left hand.

"Next time you wish to fuck my friend, do it on your own damn time. Not mine."

"Well then, I guess, I'll just let you be then," Cassy said, seeing the look in Zoe's eyes when her eyes flickered over to her. "Let's go have a cup of coffee Zoe, seems our presence here isn't wanted," she stated, not liking how he waved his hand, shooing her off.

Twenty minutes later saw Cory walking out of his room, dressed. As much as he would rather not rely on Cassy to get dressed, time was of the essence. He wasn't expecting to see his sisters waiting for him when he descended the stairs.

"We're going with you," Zoe said, firmly.

"Mmmhmm," Dayana nodded along. "We want to make sure you're healing up like you should be," she said, in a loving tone.

"Good, at least then I know I'll have someone to talk to other than this grumpy ass," Cassy stated, nodding towards Cory when she stood beside him.

"Fine, let's just go. I got other places to be," Cory uttered, walking passed his sisters and out the door.

"How bad is it?" Cory asked, as he sat in nothing but his shorts on the examining table

"Well, Cory, you fractured your middle knuckle on your middle finger, and I've never seen a phalange broken just quite like what you did," the doctor spoke as she studied the x-rays her people had performed on Cory's hands over a half an hour ago. Given that it was in-house, the turnaround was quick. Her eyes ran down the break in the bone that ran down the very center of the second finger bone in his right middle finger. "That had to be one hell of a punch."

"Don't really remember, kind of fighting on instinct. What about my left ring finger? Will it ever stop being numb?"

"Hmm... I don't know, Cory; I'm not an orthopedic doctor. I might have to refer you to one. It might be your ulnar nerve is just pinched and will fix itself once the swelling goes down, or..." Her eyes flickered over to the x-ray of his left hand, "it could be caught in the break of your third knuckle. They might have to do a nerve conduction test."

"So... does that mean I might have to have surgery?" Cory asked, looking down at his left hand.

"It might," the doctor agreed. "But with your cast, it will make performing the test rather difficult. We might have to remove it."

"I... see."

"It would be best to perform the surgery if you need it before the bones fused back together; if not, we might have to reattach it to restore feeling in your finger. I know it's not the news you wanted to hear."

"How long will I be out of work and school?"

"Depending on if you need surgery or not, no more than a month. Whoever set your bones did an impressive job. Your hands, while still fresh, are healing nicely. Now, how's the pain? Are you feeling any side effects from the lack of a spleen?"

"No, not yet; the pain is still at an eight," Cory spoke truthfully. Noting how Dayana and Zoe held up their phones while Cassy silently stood off to the side, listening intently. Watching how she opened the file in her hand.

"I see you were prescribed Oxycodone and Demerol along with an antibiotic. Are they not handling the pain?"

"No, they do, just the Oxy wears off faster than I would like, leaving me with a few hours of pain before I can take another dose," Cory said, truthfully.

"I'm going to write you a script for a nerve blocker. Just don't take it when you go see the orthopedist. That should help you to handle the pain until your next dose," she said, pulling out her prescription pad from the right pocket of her white lab coat. Quickly writing out the name of the drug, she knew wouldn't cause any ill reactions between it and the medication he was already on. Then writing him two more for refills for his pain medication. "Now lay back; I want to have my own look at your wounds."

"Cory?! Why didn't you tell me about your hand?" Jairo asked, when Dayana turned her phone around once the doctor left the room.

"You want me to answer that?" Cory retorted, peering at his father's image on the screen of his sister's phone. Seeing his mother on Zoe's phone, nodding along when they both had video called their parents.

"Be nice," Cassy whispered as she helped him to put his shirt back on.

"Thought I was," Cory replied from the depths of his shirt. Not seeing the sad look on Cassy's face when he had yet to call her by the new name he had given her. It was always her given name and nothing more.

"Can you move your finger, or is it just you can't feel it?" Jairo asked, not pushing the subject.

"The second one," Cory admitted.

"Let's see what this orthopedist has to say before we even think about surgery, alright?" Jairo uttered, not voicing that he noted the slight change in behavior between Cassy and Cory. Wondering what could have gone on in less than a day that he's been gone.

"Okay, Cory, I have set up an appointment for you next Wednesday at noon," not seeing Celeste quickly writing down the doctor's name and the name of the practice, "they might... no, I know they'll have to remove your cast to perform the test. They should put a new one on to keep your knuckles immobilized; if they don't, just come back here, and we'll do it."

"Okay," Cory nodded in understanding. Taking the prescriptions from her nodding along when his doctor told them all to have a wonderful rest of the break they were on.

"Cory, where are you going?" Cassy asked when he was walking the other direction away from her car after leaving his doctor's office.

"To my job, so bus stop," Cory said, from over his shoulder.

"Cory, I don't mind taking you," Cassy said, stopping his advance. "That's kind of the reason I'm here, you know? To help you when you need it."

"Cory, please," Zoe said, seeing that same demeanor on his face she has seen over the past five years. Knowing she was slipping. That she would soon be back to where they have been for the past five years. "I know you're upset about yesterday, but please, don't walk off."

"Cory, I'll go with you in whatever you choose, but you can't fix things by running away," Dayana said, in a kind tone.

"Cassy and I are genuinely sorry we monopolized your time with Jessica yesterday. We kind of got carried away..."

"Clearly," Cory stated, rolling his eye.

"We didn't mean to; it's just Jessica is pretty damn hot," Zoe said, with Cassy nodding along. "I've never made a move on her since she's your friend, and I wanted to avoid causing any trouble between the two of you. Clearly, we let ourselves get carried away last night. It was never my intention to come between your friendship with her. Yet, obviously, we did, for that, I'm sorry. But if you want to be mad, fine, be mad, but I'm not going to keep apologizing for it." A look of sadness washed over her when Cory batted away her hand when it was clear the pain he was in flooded his eyes.

"I'm fine," Cory lied. He didn't want her comfort, not then. His Oxy was gradually wearing off faster and faster. He could at least take solace in the fact his Demerol was still effective at keeping him asleep during the night.

"Cory... you're bleeding," Dayana gasped as his blood began to spread along his shirt.

"Shit!"

"Quickly, inside. Maybe you just popped a stitch," Cassy said, taking charge. "Nurse, we need a room now!" she barked as Cory began to pale.

"Aw, hell," Cory muttered when he noted blood on the palm of his hand.

"Mom?!" Dayana spoke hurriedly into her phone as their doctor worked to keep Cory stable until the ambulance arrived to transport him to the hospital for emergency surgery.

"What's wrong?!" Celeste asked, in a worried tone, at the sound of her eldest daughter's voice.

"Cory's going back to the hospital."

"What?! Why?!"

"The stitches in his stomach came undone, and he was coughing up blood..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she started to sob.

"Oh, God. Okay, okay, just tell me where they're taking him, and I'll meet you there. Don't worry, I'll call your father. It's going to be okay, sweetheart," Celeste said, trying to ease her daughter. "How is he doing?"

"They've stabilized him the best that they can here," Dayana said weakly, wiping away a tear. Hearing their doctor and the nurse that mainly worked with her chatting away as they kept Cory focused on anything but what was happening to him right then.

"Make sure they don't ruin my clothes!" Cory pleaded with his sister as Dayana walked hurriedly beside him as the EMTs wheeled him out towards the waiting ambulance.

"Of course, Cory," Dayana said, resting her hand on his left forearm as she kept pace with him. Only to have her heart still as he coughed, spraying blood all over the oxygen mask. Nodding to her sister when Zoe said they would be right behind them as she climbed into the back with Cory. Texting her mother on where they were taking Cory as the ambulance sped towards the hospital. "Stay with me, Cory," Dayana pleaded with him as she noted how he was fading out and his breathing was shallow. "Don't you dare leave us," she warned when his skin started to take on a grey tone, "don't you dare leave me," she quickly added to herself.

"Didn't know that you cared," Cory said weakly, his blood staining his lips once he had pulled off the mask.

"Of course, I care, Cory! We all care about you?!" Dayana exclaimed; her hand latched onto his forearm. Tears dangled from her eyelashes as the paramedic cleaned Cory's lips and chin of his blood. "I know we... I haven't shown it much, but we do care, so don't you go leaving us. You still got all those people to prove wrong; you can't do that if you give up now?!" she pleaded with him to hang on. How that seven-minute ride felt like an eternity of Hell as she watched her brother fighting to hold on while his blood just kept seeping out of his stab wound. The moment they arrived at the ER entrance, she collapsed into her sister's arms. Dayana just couldn't stop her tears from falling as they watched as they wheeled Cory quickly into surgery.

Celeste's hair was flying wildly about as she raced with all the speed she could muster in her heels. She wasn't about to go barefoot in a hospital, no telling what lined the floor, no matter how good their cleaning crew was. Her chest heaved from her frantic pace. Her eyes held worry and fear within them for the fate of her son. A son they had only just begun to mend their grievances with.

"Where is he?!" Celeste asked, frantically.

"In surgery," Cassy offered, being the only one there that wasn't in tears at the moment.

"How could this have happened?! I thought that man did a good job sowing him up the first time?" Celeste asked, trying to find some logical explanation for why this even happened in the first place.

"I can't say, maybe the surgeon didn't tie the suture tight enough, or the suture he used wasn't as strong as they thought, or it's just some random accident that caused this," Cassy stated, shrugging her shoulders. In truth, the author of this story is just an asshole that enjoys making his characters suffer. "We won't know anything until they bring him out."

"Mom," Dayana muttered with a trembling voice as she hurried over to her mother. Who wasted no time in comforting her daughter.​