Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 18

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 18**
*By: SoleMann*

As soon as Lexi and Brit leave my room I grab the remote, turn on the TV and blindly scroll thru the channels. About ten minutes later, I hear the water stop signaling Steph has final finished her shower. Steph takes forever getting ready, so I figure I still have some time before she comes in to check my bandages. Besides by this time things were already calm down there from my encounter with Lexi and Brit’s bare feet.

Next thing I know, I hear the bathroom door down the hall swing open and the sound of footfalls heading towards my room. Steph suddenly strolls into my room hair still damp, in just a short white rob, with only white ped socks on her feet. Her outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination and accentuates her long lovely tan legs.

“What the heck Steph?”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude.” She replies. “You can see more than this when we’re lounging out by the pool.”

“Besides, it’s not like I don’t have anything on underneath my robe.” She gets a big smile on her face “Or don’t I?”

She then throws her robe open flashing me. I know I probably should look away, but like a deer in the headlights, I can’t stop staring at her standing there in a cute pair of lacy little bra and panties. Suddenly a sharp stinging from my stitches breaks me out of my trance, causing me to gasp.

“Why, you cheeky little boy.” She teases as she closes her robe and ties its cloth belt loosely around her waist.

Steph then saunters over to my bed and gently sits down on the edge next to me. If didn’t know what she was about to do next, I would have thought this to be quite provocative.

“I’m supposed to head out shortly with my nursing school friends to the park for the day, but I wanted to get this over with first before getting ready, just in case.”

Just in case? Just in case of what?

“Now drop your drawers, and lift your butt up so I can slide this clean towel under you first. It’s more sanitary then your sheets and will keep them clean just in case there’s any leakage.”

Towel? I was so fixed on her fine figure in her lacy underwear that I hadn’t even noticed she had two towels in her hand.

“No need to be shy around me. Don’t forget I helped with your operation, so I’ve already seen what you got down there, well had had down there,” she chuckles at my expense.

Not reassured by her comment, I sheepishly pull down my underwear. I gingerly lift up my behind so as not to jostle things too much now that my underwear is no longer there to help support it. Steph then start pushing the towel under my butt, then leans over my midsection to pull the towel out the other side. As she does this, a wisp of hair falls off her shoulder and brushes against my inner thigh. It had already been over a week since I’d touched myself down there and this simple action sets chills down my spine causing my member twitch a little.

“What the heck was that? Are you okay, did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just a little of your hair fell loose and tickled my leg that’s all,” I tell her. Not so much as to ease her mind, but to hide my shame of what just the slightest touch from her caused me to do.

“You always were quite the ticklish one weren’t you?” She chuckles, seemingly falling for my made up excuse.

“Alright, times a ticking, let’s get things moving along.” She says.

Steph then rolls the second towel open across the top of my tray, revealing several medical implements. She grabs a pair of surgical gloves, places them over her hands and gives them the classical horror movie snap.

“This won’t hurt… much.” She snickers like an evil villain.

She picks up a pair of special safety scissors off the tray and gently slides it between the tape of the compression wrap and the outer layer of gauze. I can feel its cold metal jaws sliding across my stitches and slowly down the length of my shaft as she starts cutting thru the layer of tape. Once she gets to the end, she removes the tape and slowly starts to unwrap my mummified member, giving me this indescribable mix of pain and relief of pressure. Causing me to gasp and grit my teeth.

“We’re almost there,” she reassures me, “You just gota power thru it,” as she continues pealing the layers of gauze off it.

“Okay, all done,” she says, as she sits back a little and gives me the first view of my new streamlined penis.

Only it wasn’t what I expected at all. My penis just laid there lifeless, all bruised up like it had been put thru the wringer or lost a prize fight. It was like seeing a train wreck and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t look away.