Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 2

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 2**
*By: SoleMann*

OMG… I gotta get my mind off Lexi’s feet… it’s the only way to ease the shooting pain from strain it’s causing on my fresh stitches… they warned me that getting aroused could cause some pain down there, but I had no idea it could be this intense… if only mom had picked up the pain meds on the way home instead of my having to wait until she got back from the pharmacy tomorrow morning… oh jeez… I was all concerned that I might accidentally get morning wood, since I hadn’t rubbed one out in awhile, and here I let my mind wander and got all excited… darn my sisters and their alluring feet… ok stop it, that’s not helping… slow deep breaths… now I need to concentrate on something else… I know, mayhaps if I recall how I got myself into this predicament…

Ok, so on and off through my youth I would often get urinary tract infections, every so often I would even get balanitis or infections and swelling down there, which caused me to fall behind in school due to missing so many days. All leading up to this, my last year of high school, when once again I missed school due to balanitis back around the first of the year.

It was then that mom coyly approached me, saying that she hoped that I wouldn’t be too upset with her, but the previous night her and dad were at one of those high society events they attend, and that she had casually brought up my condition to a prominent doctor friend she had. I didn’t particularly like that she discussed my situation with someone, after all it’s kind of a personal subject to begin with, let alone the fact the “she” was talking about it. But I just awkwardly avoided her gaze and let her continue.

She said she mentioned that I’ve had this before along with urinary tract infections over the years and the first words out of her friends mouth was “Would I be correct in assuming your son is not circumcised?”

Mom said that after she picked her jaw up off the floor, her friend told her how it’s never too late to get it done and how having it done could spare me from further complications down there, and that I should set up an appointment to get you checked out. Then after quite a long discussion in which she quoted a few things her doctor friend had told her and voiced her concerns about any future problems that I could avoid, I finally relented and we set up an appointment the next day.

Since I still was under the weather due to the balanitis, I didn’t feel up to driving myself to the doctor’s that day. Unfortunately, dad had left town earlier that morning for work and the only choice I had was for mom to take me there. Even though she wasn’t my biological mom, her and my dad had been together as long as I could remember, so it was almost just as awkward.

I remember sitting there in the office thinking how embarrassing it was going to be to drop my pants in front of the doctor. Sure I had done it in front of my family doctor for years, but this was going to be in front of some new guy that I’d never met. I glanced around the office to try and get my mind off things. Usually I might check out the cute receptionist at my family doctor, or scope out the footwear of some other female patients there. But I wasn’t at my family doctor’s and the only other people there were an elderly couple. Eventually I caught eyes with mom, who just gave me what looked to be a reassuring smile.

No wonder my dad had fallen for this girl; she had a smile that could light up a room. It also probably didn’t hurt that she was just in her twenties while dad was in his thirties when they met. And although I always considered her mom, I wasn’t blind to the fact that she was quite a beautiful woman, who always took care of herself and the way she looked. I mean, considering she was just driving me to the doctor’s, she was dressed quite sharply, right down to her skirt and high heel pumps. A skirt that came just short of her knees, revealing her long tan legs and shapely calves. Calves that led to her delicate ankles that were twirling around her pumps, which encased her lovely high arched feet. Pumps that she slowly starting popping on and off her shapely heels, then nonchalantly dangling from the tips of her cute little toes. I remember thinking I hope she doesn’t notice I’m entranced by her feet, and that I probably shouldn’t be staring since…

OMG… not again… that unbelievable sharp pain is back… I’ve got to stop letting my mind wander back to feet…. it’s only making things worse for me… deep breaths, deep breaths…. I swear, not touching myself all week has made it more difficult to keep my mind off such things… who was it again that suggested I should keep my hands off so as not to irritate the skin the week before surgery…