I felt my lips first, it was as if they were caked in mud or a scab or something. I tried to move them and felt them crack, there was no moisture in my mouth.
I heard a slow drip nearby and tried to move to see what it was but I couldn’t move, then I remembered.
I remembered the big ugly guy bursting out of the bank’s twin ddoors. I remembered shouting and in that millisecond of time I remembered wondering why the British police were expected to face people like that with just a truncheon!
“He’s coming to,” someone said and then the same person shouted for a doctor. The voice sounded a lot like my sister’s but there’s no way on earth that she would be in South London just as a coked up dick head decided to rob a bank.
But it was her, my twin sister Christine. I tried to look at her but she swam out of focus. I felt like I was ensnared in a web, if I tried to reach out for her the strands pulled me back.
It was all too much for me and I allowed myself to be drawn into the blessed arms of the sleep fairy.
“He’ll be fine, I know he will,” I heard and I opened my eyes. This time they weren’t stuck and opened without any effort at all. She was there, my Christine, my gorgeous little twin, the only girl I’d ever truly loved, the reason I’d never married, but she was crying.
“Hey shorty, what’re you doing here?”
I’m not sure whether it was relief or anger that I saw in her face just before it lit up in a grin and I felt her hand squeezing mine.
“Well it was raining in California so I thought I’d come over here for a dose of the beautiful British weather.”
“You mean it’s not raining here? Wow let me up it must be summer time.” Then the darkness took me again and I slept knowing I was going to survive.
I only slept for a short while, but when I woke up again she was still there and she was still tear stained and weary looking, I looked around and saw the plasma bag attached to my right arm, the whole of my chest and right arm was swathed in bandages. I felt something worrying my penis and realized it was a catheter. I was thirsty, very thirsty.
“Water,” I croaked and I slurped thirstily from the straw in a mug that she held to my mouth. I stayed awake then long enough for the doctor to explain that the bullet had broken my clavicle, destroying the nerves in my arm before coursing on down to destroy a lung and coming to rest behind my spleen.
The paramedics had been on the scene within minutes and there on the pavement a doctor had cut my chest open and massaged my heart. He’d still been massaging it when we hit the accident and emergency department about ten minutes later.
All this had been over two months ago. I’d died twice but fought back and at last I was off the danger list, the grim reaper would have to wait a while longer.
“Did they get him?” I asked and everyone looked embarrassed.
“Not yet,” Christine said. “But they’re confident they will.”
“Yeah, I bet they will,” I said sarcastically.
The doctor took over then and asked if I felt like going home.
“What?” I was astounded. “Like this?”
“The young lady has been busy,” he smiled. “But I’ll let her tell you herself.”
“Hiya handsome,” she said softly and squeezed my hand. “First of all you know I trained as a nurse and worked as one in America, so I can take care of you while you recover and build your strength back up.”
“Yeah but I can’t feel my right arm.”
“No I know you can’t but the doctor wants you back in for more surgery on it when you’re stronger. He’s confident that he can get it working as good as new.”
“Ok, I’ll go for that but I’ve only got a one bedroom flat you know.”
“I know, but I’ve bought a lovely little cottage down by the coast in Kent, we can move in there for now.”
“What about your charming husband?”
I saw what I took to be hurt in her eyes. Hurt or bitterness, I wasn’t sure.
“We’ve been living apart for almost a year now, Kris. He wasn’t so charming and if you say “I told you so” I’ll kill you myself.”
“Oh baby, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be because I’m not, my divorce came through last week along with a settlement cheque. No more beatings when he’s drunk, no more waiting for him to come home from some fucking woman’s bed. I’m free, Kris, I’m taking a year off work to think about what I’m going to do and to look after my favourite big brother.”
“Your only big brother,” I laughed. “Come up here and give me a kiss.”
She did but pulled a face and said, “Yuk, your breath smells like you just chewed a rat. I’ll get a nurse to take you to the bathroom and clean you up while I go and make arrangements for a taxi to take us to the cottage.”
It took two hours for the nurse to clean me up and remove the catheter but I couldn’t wait to get out of there so I did everything she told me to.
I was still as weak as a kitten so I needed a wheelchair to get me out to the waiting taxi where I slept again for most of the two hour journey to the cottage.
“It’s beautiful babes,” I said as between them, she and the driver helped me out of the car and into the wheelchair. I could smell the sea and asked how far it was.
“Just hang on a minute and I’ll show you,” she laughed. “You’ll love it, I know you will.”
I wasn’t used to letting a woman do all the work, but the driver was great and helped her move all our gear into the cottage earning himself a generous tip in the process.
Once it was all in she came out and found me in a heap on the back lawn. She went mad at me, she shouted and raved and threatened me while I just sat there laughing at her, but she had the last laugh by going back into the kitchen and coming out clutching a walking stick.
“If you insist on being bloody stupid,” she yelled, “you can use this and hopefully break your bloody neck in the process.”
“The doctor would be a bit pissed off if I did that.”
She smiled at that and added, “Yes and so would I.”
I was only slightly steadier with the stick, but I eventually made it to the small wall at the bottom of the garden, there was a drop of about twenty feet and then there was the beach! It was beautiful, the sea shimmered in the bright sunlight and the sheer beauty of it took my breath away.
“Did the girl do good?” she said behind me.
“The girl done brilliantly,” I smiled and turned into her arms, this time my breath was fresh and she didn’t pull away. I tasted the sweetness of her lips and tongue and I felt the firmness of her breasts against me.
“Oh God Chrissy,” I gasped. “That’s not good for my old heart.”
She giggled and reddened slightly. “You’re a good kisser bruv, someone’s missing out I reckon.”
“Yeah,” I said softly and earned a sharp look from her, but she didn’t question me further and for that, I was grateful.
The journey had tired me more than I would have thought possible, so with her help I went back inside where we had a makeshift meal and I went up to bed.
I slept solidly and woke up to the blazing hot sun streaming in through the open bedroom window. It took me a few minutes to drag myself out of bed and over to the window, but I made it and took great breaths of the fresh sea air, then I gulped as I saw Christine stretched out on an air bed on the lawn wearing just a tiny white thong. Her heavy breasts were bared to the sun and I felt my penis rising as I looked at her.
It took me ten minutes to struggle down to the ground floor and when I got there, I felt guilty. I shouldn’t have been spying on her, my sister, the girl who’d flown over from another continent to look after me, but she was so fucking gorgeous, I just couldn’t help it.
She turned and saw me. I waved and turned away but she shouted.
“Kris, come on, join me, get some sun on your body, I’ll get you some coffee.”
She got up and kissed me on her way into the kitchen. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her fabulous little bottom barely covered by the thong,
“Stop perving bruv,” she giggled. “You know I’m the wrong sex for you.”
Then my mouth actually did drop open, had I heard her right?
“Christine,” I said awkwardly when she returned with the coffee. “What did you mean, you’re the wrong sex for me?”
“Oh Kris, I don’t mind, honestly, I’ve got loads of gay friends.”
I’d just taken a sip of coffee, but thankfully it missed her as I guffawed loudly and laughed heartily.
“Chrissy, you’re beautiful, you really are. Ask yourself, have you ever seen me with a guy?”
“No but I’ve never seen you with a girl either.”
“I’m not gay, Chrissy and there is a girl, but she’s just not available.”
“Who is it, do I know her?”
“You probably know her a lot better than you think.”
She looked at me for a few moments, then smiled.
“Kris,” was all she said, then she leaned over to me and kissed me. I longed to caress her breasts, to feel her hard little nipples erecting under my fingers. I could feel my penis rising in my shorts, I wanted that girl more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
“You should have told me,” she breathed into my mouth. “I’d have come to you like a shot.”
“You were married.”
“I’m not married now.”
My arm was aching like hell, but I drew her to me so that her naked breasts were squashed against my chest. I felt her hand sliding into the waist band of my shorts and I gasped as it found what she was looking for.
“God you’re big Kris.” It was a whisper, a soft breeze in my mouth and I jerked in her hand. “On my wedding night, I thought of you.”
“Chrissy.”
“I thought of you when he was fucking me. Every time I undressed in front of him, I imagined it was you I was undressing for and when he was inside me, I pretended that he was you.”
I thought I was going to burst as she began to slowly masturbate me at the same time as her tongue explored my mouth.
“We’ll make love as soon as you’re better,” she whispered. “I’m not going to take any chances with you.” Her head dipped, I couldn’t even speak as I felt the warmth of her mouth on me, the feelings running through me were beyond words and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Chrissy,” I moaned. “Oh yes baby.” My undamaged hand slid down into her panties. She groaned too as I felt her wetness and then she couldn’t make a sound as my prick spewed its load into her mouth.
“Chrissy, oh God Chrissy, I’m sorry.”
She smiled and kissed me gently.
“Don’t be sorry,” she smiled again. “It’s what I wanted, you’re the first man I’ve ever done that for and I loved it, honestly darling, I really loved it.”
Three weeks later when I came round from yet another operation, she was there again, her face a picture of anxiety.
“Hi handsome,” she said softly. “The surgeon says it went well.”
“I can’t move it,” I said with my hopes sinking but she squeezed my hand as she kissed me lightly.
“You will bruv, don’t worry.” Then she added in a whisper, “You’ll have to move it to take my panties off.”
“Oh God Chrissy,” I moaned and she pulled away as the doctor arrived to check me out. It took an hour but finally she confirmed that the operation had gone better than we’d hoped for.
“You can go home this afternoon providing this young lady will continue to look after you.”
“I will,” Chrissy nodded. “And I’ll get his arm working normally as soon as possible.”
She’d bought a car during my short stay in hospital and I was impressed with her expert handling of it as she drove us home later on that day.
“I could use my teeth,” I said as I looked at her thighs barely covered by her short skirt.
“Eh?”
“To take your panties off, I could use my teeth.”
“Mmm, nice thought Kris,” she said softly. “That’s a very nice thought indeed.”
“I’ve never even seen your pussy.”
“That can soon be altered bruv,” she giggled and pulled sharply into a pub car park.
“Wanna drink?”
“God yes, I’d kill for a pint.”
“I’ll just have a half please,” she laughed and followed the signs to the ladies!
I wanted to go out and sit in the garden but with my arm strapped to my chest I didn’t trust myself to carry the drinks out, so I waited.
Thankfully she soon reappeared with a smile on her face and helped me out into the large pub garden, she got me seated and then sat down opposite me but a couple of feet away from the table.
“Like it?” she smiled and lifted up the front of her skirt.
I couldn’t stop the gasp of surprise that left my lips, she was naked beneath her skirt, the beautiful little slit between her legs on full view for me; teasingly she ran a finger down into the glistening pink wetness and held it out to me.
“All yours bruv,” she said hoarsely and shuddered with pleasure as I took it into my mouth. “Just get that arm moving.”
