Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 21

**Brother’s Dilemma: Chapter 21**
*By: SoleMann*

I gingerly pull up my pants to cover myself back up. They say out of sight out of mind, but despite not actually seeing it, you could still easily see its outline in my pants now that it had swollen up to almost twice its size since Steph just had her way with it.

And how careless could she be removing the compression bandage a good 12 hours too soon. What, just so she could head out early to hang with friends. Okay, so maybe she’s in school to be a surgical nurse and aftercare isn’t really her forte, but still work on your bedside manners a little. I mean, who the heck uses their bare feet to examine someone’s stitches. Why couldn’t she have just gone and grabbed a fresh pair of gloves like she did before she wrapped it back up. But then again, I was kind of panicking at the time, so maybe she just wanted to ease my conscience as soon as she could, and didn’t want to leave me alone in my frenzied state.

Well, what’s done is done. No sense crying over spilled milk I guess. I just wish she hadn’t brought up the stubble down there. With everything else going on, I hadn’t really noticed it much since yesterday. But now that it’s in the front of my mind, I can’t help but feel how itchy it’s getting.

As I lay there, I can hear the sound of water running and the clatter of plates in the distance as Lexi does the dishes. I wonder how long before she’s done with them and if she’ll come back to hang with me a bit. In the mean time, I might as well put on the TV to keep myself occupied till then.

I mindlessly scroll thru the channels looking for something decent to watch, but there’s nothing all that interesting on at this time of day. I inadvertently land on one of those “funniest videos” stations. Frickin Steph, how could she have sent that video to all her friends in the chat? I’m never going to be able to look them in the eye again. Of course that does give me an excuse to look down to checkout their feet. I chuckle to myself.

Stop right there. The last thing I need to do is think about Steph and her hot friends right now. Things are just starting to calm down and I’m already in enough lingering pain from her screw up. I bet she’s just casually getting herself ready to head out, oblivious to the fact of what her careless actions have done to me. I can hardly wait for mom to get back with my meds so I can finally get a little relief from the constant aching I now have down there.

Suddenly I hear the front door of the house swing open. Yes, at last mom is back from the store. It’s not long now. This nightmare will be over soon.

“Alright, I’ll catch you all later.” I hear Steph yell out. “Tell mom I’ll try not to be out too late.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. I got my hopes all up and it was just Steph leaving to go hang with her friends. What the heck is taking mom so long? I know she usually likes to go grocery shopping every Saturday morning, but she’s usually back way before now.

“Alright, see ya sis.” I hear Lexi yell back to her. “Oh hey, if mom asks, how did things go with his bandages?”

“Tell her just fine, everything went as planned. If she has any questions she knows how to reach me.”

Went as planned? Who’s she trying to fool? Even my doctor said she was supposed to wait longer before removing the compression bandage. Now my penis has swollen to twice its size, causing it to constantly strain against the stitches. I was thinking I should say something to mom about it when she gets back, but considering I’ll need Steph to change me daily for the next week or so, I figured it might be best to keep my mouth shut or face Steph’s wrath.

I hear the door close behind her as Steph heads off to go meet here friends. Shortly after, Brit’s door opens up and she heads down the hall to the kitchen. I can hear her chatting away with Lexi, but being on the other side of the house, I can’t really make out what they’re saying. I hear a little more rustling, then the living room TV goes on. I wonder why they didn’t come down and hang with me? I guess they must have figured I was resting and didn’t want to disturb me. Little did they know how impossible it would be for me to rest due to the now ever-growing pain from my stitches straining against my now swollen penis.

I reach over for my remote to start flipping thru the channels, and there it is again. I swear I smell the faint scent of my sisters’ feet. I know Brit had her sweaty bare feet resting on my bed early, but that was hours ago. As gingerly as possible, I lean to my left and then to my right to see if one of them might have slipped their shoes off in my room before we started the game. Or maybe Steph left her slippers in here when she came to change my bandages? No, I remember her prancing in with nothing but her cute little white socks.

Suddenly I’m jolted with sharp stinging pain down there. Stop it… stop thinking about your sisters and their feet. You’re only making things worse for yourself. Between the constant aching down there, and my lack of sleep, my mind must be playing tricks on me. Yeah that’s it… its sleep deprivation causing me to hallucinate. I just have to find something on TV to take my mind off my sisters and their feet. I quickly grab the remote and start surfing the channels again.