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Subject: {ASSM} 030412 -- Me and [my cousin] Kathy
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{MF; inc; reluc; oral; vaginal.} {week 2 - MF; inc; oral; anal; a2m.} {week
3 - MF; inc; mast; male-ass insert; tit-fuck; facial.} {week 4 - MF; inc;
rim; oral; scat; ws; vaginal; anal.}

   Me and [my cousin] Kathy...  visiting nurse with benefits (Historic -
Week 1)

   Seven years ago I had [what would become] my last reconstructive
surgery. After a month in the hospital, it was time to go home.  But, going
home meant being alone.  Being alone was not something my doctor
recommended; in fact; even my insurance company was reluctant to take that
course of action.  Regular nursing care and physical therapy were required.
Living alone, I wouldn't get the necessary discharge care; so, a hospice
was best.

   But, hospice care was expensive.  An alternative was sought...  and I
had an idea.

   My cousin, Kathy, had recently completed nursing school; however, she'd
been laid-off from her first job.  She'd been unemployed for a while before
she finally got work at one of the local nursing aid services.  She'd
complained to me, "I've only got two patients." Evidently, she worked two
days a week, one day with each patient...  and both done by noon!

   She had a child to support.  And, a shopping habit too!  Always buying
things she couldn't afford.  Kathy is 13 months older than me and she's
declared bankruptcy twice.  Her first bankruptcy came after her divorce. 
Her second not to long ago.  I never confirmed my belief; however, I'm
certain the credit cards she's using have been obtained with phony names.

   Anyway, when Kathy and I were teenagers we'd secretly dated.  In fact,
her leaving me sparked my intercourse with her sister, Pam...  which led to
the birth of my daughter.

   In all the years since, she and I haven't been alone in a room together
and we've rarely spoken.  A casual observer might say we avoided each other
but the truth is, she broke my heart many years ago...  And She's Never
Apologized Or Expressed Any Regret!

   Now, I had an idea.  Kathy needed a job.  I had need of a private nurse.

   So, my doctor and my insurance company approached the nursing service
for which Kathy was working and offered her my contract...  "Full Time,
sub-contract, live-in, Saturday nights and Sundays off.  Free room and
board.  Nursing service to retain workman's comp, social security and any
other employee benefits.  Patient [in cooperation with his health
insurance] will supplement your pay." ...  "Your employer is paying you
$8.50 an hour.  Under this contract, six days and nights, relatively,
you'll be paid $1000 a week.  Your employer will deduct all the usuals and
pay you in the same manner you're normally paid." ...  "I can't say for
certain.., $700 at least."

   The details of the contract weren't terribly difficult.  Basically,
rather than pay three nursing aides for separate eight hour shifts at rates
of between $8 and $10 an hour, they'll pay Kathy a flat rate...  for a bit
of a stipend from my insurance company.

   At this time in my life I hadn't yet built my house or retired from
civil service.  I was studying part-time in two doctoral programs.  But,
though it hadn't yet accumulated a balance of $1M, I did have my trust...
and, it was very near $1M.  And, three years earlier I had acquired a
unique private insurance contract...  all of which enabled me to put
together that offer for Kathy.

   Of course, my greedy cousin accepted...  then she was told the patient's
name and address...!

   It took nearly two days for her to become convinced this offer was
genuine.  Then she accepted the job.  That was when my discharge from the
hospital was processed.  My mother [who would be looking after me while
Kathy was off each week] and father brought me home from the hospital
Friday afternoon...  Kathy would start work 0800 Monday morning.  Mom
stayed with me until then...  well, almost.

   Dad decided to take action himself, reminding Kathy she was my cousin
and "could be nice, help out your Aunt. ...  Just get over there Sunday for
dinner; so, Pat can come home, sleep in her own bed.  Why make her spend
the night Sunday, miss a day of work; so, you can start at eight Monday
morning?" Kathy had no real answer; so, she reported for [unpaid] work
Sunday evening.

   And, Monday morning the fun started!

   Kathy arrived Sunday evening, Dad had brought her with the take-out
dinner from the restaurant on the corner.  She'd never been to my apartment
before then and she remarked positively of it's size.  It was a simple two
bedroom apartment with a living room, kitchen, bathroom and a dining area.

   I'd lived in that apartment for eleven years by this point.  When I
moved in I was transcending from six years of wheelchair confinement to
walking with a cane.  I had the bedroom converted into an office and the
bathroom was converted to accommodate wheelchair movement.  It was the
bathroom which seemed to thrill Kathy the most.

   "OH!  It's so big!," she exalted kneeling before the raised tub, laying
her head on the flat tiled edge around the basin.  It was, in fact, large
enough for two people and it had an ovular shape, though the vanity around
it [like a walk around a pool {though, obviously not as large, not for
walking}] often gave it a half-circle appearance.  "And," noting, with a
nod of her head, "you've got a shower too?!"

   "Of course.  It's a stand-alone shower.  And, there's a seat inside
which is hinged to the wall; so, you'll be able to shower too...  if I can
keep you out of the tub that is."

   She smiled, not too wide, but a definite smile.  She even chuckled,
softly.

   I completed her tour, simply pointing, "And, that's my bedroom."

   Mom and Dad left after dinner.  Kathy cleaned-up the kitchen after
seeing them out.

   "Would you mind if I take a bath tonight, before bed?" Kathy asked.

   "No.  But, I need to shave and shower tonight.  So, you'll have to wait
until you get me settled into bed."

   "Sure."

   We watched a few hours of television then, "We should get to it." I
said. Kathy followed me to the foyer, where a spot had been cleared for my
wheelchair and walker.  Actually, they shared the space.  While I used one,
the other occupied the space in the foyer.  Anyway, Kathy moved the walker
out and I parked the chair there, backing it into the wall and locking the
brakes.  Then, she brought the walker into position in front of me and,
slowly, weakly, I rose from my chair and stood on my new legs.

   Kathy dutifully stood-by as I ambulated with the walker to my bedroom.
She followed me inside and began to relax when I had seated myself on the
edge of the bed.  "Now," she said, moving the walker away, "slide back a
little.  Catch your breath.  Balance." She held my hand by the wrist, using
her other hand to steady my torso as I adjusted myself, compensating for
discomfort and weakness.

   "How's my pulse, nurse?"

   "Little elevated.., but that's not unusual after exercise, right."

   I nodded.  Once I was steady, Kathy knelt and removed, in succession, my
shoes and socks.  While she was down there, I unhitched my belt and glared
into her blouse.  When she looked upward, "What?  What're you...  oh, you!"


   "Don't," I challenged, when she began to button her shirt and settle it
to cover her cleavage, "do that on my account.  Ya know.., a happy patient
will heal more quickly...  and those always did make me happy."

   "Yeah.., I remember."

   Kathy had gone through changes in her life since we were teens...  who
among us hasn't?

   At thirty-one years of age, the mother of a ten-year-old son, divorced,
she still looked like a girl about to graduate high school.  I don't
usually go for adult women with forms of girls; however, Kathy had been my
first and would always be special.

   She had long brown hair and matching eyes, which were deeply set behind
a thin bridged nose with a minor slope and small bulbous tip.  Kathy has
sensitive skin but throughout the day she can be found applying lotion to
it, keeping it soft though a bit pale.  She kept her eyebrows thin,
marvelously accenting her angled face.

   Her figure was athletic though not taut.  Kathy's tits were gloriously
firm b-cups.  And, her ass was a fine example of round firm rump meat. 
I've never seen a better ass...  except my daughters.

   Admiring her as I was, my cock became stiff.  And, when Kathy pulled my
pants off, the tip of my penis escaped the rim of my undershorts.  "Yeah,"
I muttered, "I remember too." Kathy ignored my dick, rising to her feet
with my pants in her hands.

   "Where do you want these?" she asked.  I told her to fold them and put
them on the bench at the end of my bed.  She continued, "Do you still wear
sweatpants and an undershirt to bed?" I told her I did and she went to my
walk-in closet and removed appropriate clothing.  While she did as
instructed, I removed my shirt and under shirt.  "Here," I directed,
handing her my shirts, "drop these in the laundry when we get into the
bathroom."

   Once again, Kathy dutifully stood-by as I walked from the bedroom into
the bathroom.  Entering the room, we paused a moment as she turned to drop
my dirty clothes into their respective receptacles.  A construct for
housing four laundry baskets had been set against the wall to the right of
the entryway.  Each unit of the construct held a single laundry basket,
four units in all, aligned horizontally.  Four units, labeled according to
laundry type: Hot Wash - Hot Dry; Warm Wash - Warm Dry; Cold Wash - Warm
Dry; Cold Wash - Cold Dry.  Even then I wore only non-colors and didn't
bother with ironing or fancy material.

   "Here," Kathy directed as I arranged myself to balance at the sink,
preparing to shave, "sit here, "steadying me with her left hand as she laid
a towel on the toilet lid, "sit here, I'll shave you.  Don't want you to
slip.., or cut yourself."

   "Well...?"

   "Not to worry, I'm really good at shaving."

   And, she was...  best damn shave I've ever had.

   Once I was shaved and my face properly covered in [cosmetic cream], she
helped me to the shower.  The shower seat wasn't lowered and the shower
wasn't large enough for her, the walker and myself; so, we paused a moment.
"I know," she said, then removed her clothes beginning with her blouse...
but kept her panties and bra.  "This'll be easier if I get in with you,"
tossing each bit of clothing toward the entryway in turn.  I held fast to
the walker, steady, staring...  all the while my prick grew and my face
flushed.

   "Happy patient, heh?" she remarked.  "C'mon," she commanded, stepping
behind me, "turn around," placing her hands at my hips, stooping slightly,
"put your hands on my shoulders, I'll be your walker." And so, we walked
into the shower and she sat me on the seat, which she'd prepared after
stripping, when she stepped from the shower to come around behind me.

   Built into the wall between the shower stall and the entryway, before
the laundry construct, was the linen closet.  A square hole in the wall
with a door, behind it five equally sized and spaced shelves.  Kathy left
the shower stall briefly to obtain linens.  She returned momentarily;
meanwhile, I'd set the shower to a comfortably hot temperature and let the
water stream.

   In spite of the nearly naked company, the shower was uncomfortable.  Not
being able to stand with her, Kathy often kept the water from reaching my
body.  If not for the steam building up I would have been very cold. 
Still, we did shower...  though I was the only one who actually got washed.

   Afterward, Kathy dried me as I stood with the walker, then she escorted
me back to my room.  While she returned to the bathroom to dry herself and
retrieve the body lotion, I settled into a supine position in the center of
my full sized bed.  When Kathy returned she queried, with a puzzled tone,
"Comfortable?"

   "Yup," I replied, paying no attention to the absent minded ministration
my hand was giving my stick and balls.  As she approached me, I turned my
head toward Kathy, happily observing she had removed her bra and panties. I
smiled, dick twitching.

   "They were soaked through anyway," she explained.  "So, where do you
want this?" holding up the lotion.  I directed her to start with my feet,
work her way up and around.  I rolled over, indicating she should start at
the back.  Kathy applied the lotion therapeutically, with a strong hand and
liberal supply of lotion.  My breathing became quick, my skin heated, my
dick grew more rigid with each minute her hands worked my body!

   By the time she'd completed my shoulders and neck, when I was rolled
over, my member was rail straight.  "Can't help it," I declared, reaching a
hand to her face, delicately tracing her cheek.  "It's been a month since a
woman had her hands on me.., and it's been years since you and I were in
the same room alone together."

   "I know...."

   "Know what?" I questioned, sitting up, taking hold of her hand, drawing
her toward me.  "What?" I whispered.

   "I...  I shouldn't've...."

   "You shouldn't have what...? ...  left me all those year ago?"

   "I don't..." tears were forming in her eyes as I leaned toward her.  Our
lips met.  My right hand held her face gently, while my left hand
delicately fondled her left tit.  Our breaths melded, lips melting
together...  we embraced.  Her hand moved toward my crotch as her legs
parted, inviting my hand.  As the fingertips of my right hand neared her
womanhood...  "No.." she pulled away, pushing me back.  "We can't," she
cried, "you know it."

   "No," I argued, turning, sitting on the edge of the bed, skirting along
it's edge to gain her side once more, "I don't," taking her hands in mine.
I pulled her toward me.  She resisted.  I released one hand, taking a
stronger, forceful hold of her remaining hand as I grabbed her head.  I
placed her hand on my raging cock and her face before my face.  Pressing
her hands to my lap, leaning my lips toward her lips, I said, "I would have
treated you far better than that prick you married.  And, we could've dealt
with the family.  I loved you woman."

   Kathy was freely crying now.  Still fighting me as I pressed our lips
together and ground her hands on my hard penis.  "Please," she uttered,
"please.., don't.., we sh-shu-shouldn't," she stifled." I changed position
slightly, moving her back, laying her on the bed, pressing her torso
beneath mine.  I suckled her breasts, each in turn, as I forced my hand
between her still slightly parted legs...  snaking two fingers into her
folds.

   "We're grown-up now," I answered, "we can do whatever we want." I
paused, raised my chin, looked into her eyes, "say the word...  say the
word, I'll stop." Kathy looked away...  but said nothing.  Slowly,
hesitantly, she warmed to my lips and fingers.  Then she and I moved onto
the bed more comfortably, taking positions at it's center.  "Sit on my
face," I commanded.

   "No..," she chided, preferring to take a 69 position.  I placed my arms
between her thighs, keeping them spread, as I brought my hands to the
perfect little rump of hers, spreading her cheeks as my lips found her
pussy.  Kathy's tongue touched my cockhead, licking it gently.  Eagerly, I
penetrated her flower with my tongue, worming toward her clit.

   As Kathy began to moisten, she engulfed more of my penis.  When two
fingers of my left hand joined my tongue in her cunt, she had my whole dick
in her mouth.  I felt the tip of my prick move past the end of her mouth,
felt her head angle a bit, guiding the tip of my member into the top of her
throat!

   "H-Hph-Hhuh," she choked, gasping for air, as she released my cock from
her mouth.  Her clit was extending from it's hood, juice began to stick to
my goatee."OH!" she screeched.  My lips squeezed her clit, suckling it
directly, as a third finger entered her vagina...  and a fourth teased her
asshole.  Hoisting my pelvis toward her face, my dick smacked her slightly
parted lips...  pressing against them until her mouth opened.

   "Damm, Kath!  Sit on my cock...  do it!" I demanded.  "Go On, Now.  Just
Fuck ME!"

   She complied.

   Her cunt released from my attention, Kathy relieved my cock of her
mouth. Slowly, still a bit unsure, in spite of being as near as me to
orgasm, she acquainted her body about my pelvis...  and lowered that warm,
wet, welcome treasure onto my steel rod.

   I sat up, took her in my arms and pulled her down as I lay back. 
Holding her tightly to my chest, kissing her lips occasionally, roaming my
hands from her head to her ass, I rammed my rod into her cunt mercilessly.
We uttered guttural noise as sex scent filled the room.  The lips of her
cunt slapped together with my balls.  I pounded away...  deep...  DEEP...
Again...  and, again.

   Like a hound dog in season I attended to this bitch.

   Then, "Yes!  God dammit, YES!" I howled as I spent my seed inside her
womb.

   We must have passed out...  cuz she was laying next to me naked the next
morning.
   12 April 2003 FrankW265

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