TABOO TALES(erotica)

She felt a reaction and looked up to see his eyes trying to open. She immediately stood and leaned over him to kiss his forehead.

“Shh, Andre. Everything is going to be fine. I’m here. Sleep. Get better,” she whispered, then pressed her lips to his. She felt him moan, then sigh as the drugs pulled him back into sleep.

She pulled back in surprise. She hadn’t meant to do that. She dropped herself back into the chair.

His reaction was circling around in her brain. He seemed to like it, but truthfully, he was high on medication, so she couldn’t be sure what he was experiencing.

She knew her body was aching for another kiss. She sat further back in the chair as she looked at the sleeping man. Could she trust herself around him? Maybe she was a little overwhelmed with emotion at the moment. He didn’t need that.

Cassandra sat with him for a while, just watching him sleep. Her eyes returned to his lips too often, so she finally stood and kissed his forehead once more before leaving the room.

She marched back to the nurse’s station and smiled at the woman behind the counter. “When will I be able to take Andre home tomorrow?”

The nurse glanced at her screen. “The doctor will do a final examination in the morning, so I’d say you should probably be able to take him home by noon.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Thank you.” She left the hospital and waited for the bus to arrive. She’d take tomorrow as a sick day as she’d never taken one, so they owed her this, and she’d splurge on a taxi to get Andre home.

The bus finally arrived, and she got a seat next to the window. As they pulled away from the building, her eyes lifted to look for Andre’s window as the memory of his soft lips slipped back into her thoughts.

Her body ached with need, and she squeezed her legs together as she tried to think of something else. Where her mind was taking her was so wrong!

As she got closer to her neighborhood, the bus stopped close to Andre’s school, and a bunch of students piled on. The noise level on the bus went up considerably, but she knew she would get off shortly.

Most of them were talking about the car accident and the nude picture. She wanted to scream.

She stood to prepare to leave at the next stop and made her way to the door. She passed two young women staring at their cell phones and froze. There was the image of Andre, water pouring off his naked body. She missed her stop and jolted to ring the bell for the next.

“What site was that on?” she asked them, and they stared at her with knowing grins.

“It’s all over the Internet now!” one gushed.

“This one is Reddit in the NSFW subreddit for big cocks!” the other whispered, and they burst into giggles.

Part of her wanted to strangle the bitches, but she contained her anger and looked at the screen to see the address she was talking about. The bus slowed and stopped, and she pushed the doors to step outside. As the bus pulled away, she pulled her cell out and typed in the address while she could remember it. Seconds later, the image was on her screen, and she froze once more.

She hated the creep who took the picture because he hurt Andre, and there was no forgiving that.

However, she couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the shot was. The lighting and shadows, the composition, but mostly the timing of the image to capture the water striking Andre’s body. How it splashed off and ran down over his chiseled muscles. He was… beautiful!

For the first time since they were kids, she saw her brother naked, and he was no longer a child. This was Andre, the fully grown adult, and his adult physique was… breathtaking. She realized she’d been standing on the sidewalk in one spot for a long time. Before she moved, she quickly saved the image to her cell’s photo gallery. Again, while she hated the photographer for what he’d done, she was deeply affected by the photo and had to keep it.

She jolted as she realized she would be late for her college course if she didn’t hurry. It would be difficult to concentrate tonight, but she owed it to herself and Andre to do well in the class.

She thought about that as she walked the block back to her building, but the image of Andre intruded in her thoughts the entire way.

Andre woke in a strange place. His eyes panned around the room, and he saw strangers sleeping in beds beside and across from him. A hospital ward? Why was he here?

He tried to move, and the pain registered.

He stopped and did his best to relax as his right side screamed in protest from his attempt to shift on the bed. What happened?

A nurse walked into the ward and saw he was awake. She smiled and moved to the side of his bed. He noted she had strong-looking hands and toned arms for a woman in her… thirties. Pretty, in a mom-next-door way, she adjusted his pillow slightly.

“You’re awake. Good. I’ll let the doctor know. Are you in any pain?” she asked.

He tried to nod, but spikes of pain made him pinch his eyes closed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she sighed. “Let me get you something for that as well. Just rest. I’ll be back.”

Andre felt his mind drift away until he heard heavy footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes again, and a man in a white coat stopped next to him and looked at the monitor connected to Andre. Then he used a small flashlight to check Andre’s pupil reaction. He smiled as what he saw pleased him.

“Good morning, Mr. Marin. I’m Doctor Krastin. You had a nasty bump yesterday, but you don’t seem any worse for wear aside from some bruising. No concussion. No broken bones or torn ligaments. You are remarkably fortunate, considering you were hit by a car. You’re going to need to take it easy and just rest for a week or so to let your muscles heal.” He looked at Andre’s chart. “You’ll be discharged today. You’ll need someone to bring you home.”

“Sister…” Andre whispered.

The doctor must have missed it, as he looked at Andre.

The nurse standing behind the doctor touched his elbow. “Mr. Marin’s sister will pick him up.”

“Ah, right. That’s good.” He turned his attention back to his patient. “You’ll be in pain for the next little while, so I’ll write you a script for painkillers. They’re strong and addictive, so only take them as directed, and if you can, do your best to limit your intake as much as possible. Do you understand?”

Andre glanced at the man. “Yes.”

Krastin nodded to himself. “Good. I’ll set that up and get you signed out so your sister can take you home. Take care.” He stood and left as the nurse moved closer.

“I’m going to bring your breakfast in a moment, but first, we’ll get you cleaned up, okay?” the woman said to him kindly. She pressed a control on the bed, and the top of the mattress began to rise.

Andre glanced at her as sharp pains from the movement made him grit his teeth. She was going to clean him?