Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 19

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 19**
*By: SoleMann*

“Oh my God,” Steph exclaims as she switches out of nurse mode. “I’ve helped her with several of these procedures, but this is the first time seeing the after effects.”

Then much to my chagrin, she without warning, reaches down and pokes at it a little with her gloved finger. No… not right on my stitches. I clench my fists as another wave of sharp pain courses thru my body from even the slightest touch to my now exposed bruised up penis.

“Damn, it’s hard to believe I actually had a hand is doing this to you,” she says with a grimace.

As if the look on her face wasn’t bad enough, the shame of her reminding me that I pretty much let her do this to my manhood welled up inside me. I suddenly started to feel something else too, a strange painful pulling sensation in my penis. I looked down as my penis started to swell in random areas causing it to distort and twist. Within seconds it went from looking like it lost a fight, to like she had run it over with her cars tire.

I’m at a loss for words and just look at her with panic in my eyes.

“Okay, first try to take deeps breaths to calm yourself down.” She states, as she switches back into nurse mode. “The doctor said there could be some swelling, I’ll just give her a quick call to see what she says.”

Steph gets up off my bed and goes to grab her phone off my dresser.

“Crap, I almost forgot I touched your gross penis with these gloves.” She says as she removes her gloves and tosses them in the trash can before picking up her phone and calling my doctor.

She then walks back over to me and plops down in the seat next to my bed and nonchalantly props her socked feet up onto my bed, way too close to my swollen member for my taste.

“Hey, yeah it’s me, you said I could give you call if I had any post-op questions regarding the procedure we preformed on my brother penis.” She says casually, as if she just talking about the weather and not the messed up state my poor penis is in.

“Yeah, there didn’t seem to be too much drainage on the compression bandage, so I removed it to give the area a closer inspection. Then the next thing ya know, it starts swelling up and getting all deformed looking.”

If things weren’t bad enough, I really didn’t need to hear her giving a blow by blow of how we got here. But I guess there was no choice if she was going to give the doctor a detailed enough description of what was going on with it.

“Yeah, it’s definitely gotten bigger then my thumb... how much bigger… umm… let me see if I got something to compare it too.”

Steph then scans to room to find something, until it hits her. She stand up next to me removes her sock from her foot, then places her big toe way too close to my swollen penis.

“Yeah, it’s even bigger then my big toe… How much bigger… Hold on, it’ll be easier if I just show you.” With that she moves her big toe almost right up against my member before snapping a pic.

She then just leaves her foot planted on my groin right next to my battered penis as she goes about sending her the image.

“Well… from what I can see the stitches still seem intact… You want me to check them on all sides just to be sure… I guess I can do that.”

She goes to grab my penis with her bare hands, but stops at the last second.

“Crap, I already took off my gloves and threw them in the trash, and my hands are way too germy from touching my dirty phone to use them. The doctor wants me to check the stitches all around your penis, so I guess I’ve got no other choice.”

No, she couldn’t be thinking of doing that?