“Papito, the doctors already told you. Why are you asking your brother?”
Papito.
She has a nickname for him too. Good. She can call us that when sandwiched between us. But Mas doesn’t seem to see what I see. His hand dives through his hair. Adding to the mess it already is. He looks even worse than before asking.
“As I told your twin over there, I got you here. He has you at home. And as he can see by your inappropriate comments, I’m doing a good job.”
I tip my chin toward her, shameless.
“Not good enough. You haven’t told me your name or where you’re from. Where do you get that sexy accent, or whose mom I can thank for that fat ass?”
My hand drifts toward the tape at my ribs, suddenly hurting or itching. I don’t know which. She grabs my hand and holds it in hers. I’m in love.
“Marry me.”
She ignores me. “Touch that again, and I’ll put restraints on you.”
“Kinky. Do you have pink furry ones?”
Mas leans in, the warning in his voice scraped raw. “Em, I’m serious. Do you remember anything?”
She releases my hand. My head hurts from carrying on two conversations at once. I drag my eyes from her curvy hips and meet his stare. He looks like he’s hanging on for dear life.
“I remember an angel.” My chin tips toward her. “She said I was her favorite patient and she was going to take me home and tuck me in with her thighs.”
Her face does not move. Her eyes do.
“Keep that up, and you won’t be getting any more pain meds.”
No idea what pain meds have to do with anything. But I answer my poor bro.
“I just swerved, Mas. Didn’t want to hit this dog that ran into the road. Saw a flash of blue. A civic or something, and then whamo bamo. Staring at the sky, thinking, that shit sucks.”
He doesn’t respond. She does.
“You swerved to save un cachorrito?”
No idea what she said, but her face softens. She pats my arm. Her touch burns into my memory.
“Good boy.”
More praise slides into my balls. Liking how this feels. I want to do everything she says if it gets her touching me more.
“Now we do breathing exercises. The ribs hate it. But you do it anyway. Three times a day until you get released.”
She grabs some plastic thing with a hose on it. Reminds me of a beer bong.
“I got this. I’ll make hospital beer bong my bitch.”
She shakes her head. Mas sits back in his chair, chewing on something in his mind. His face is pulled tight. He only does that when concentrating at the gym or worrying about something. I’ll ask him later.
She holds the hose up to my lips. I stick my tongue out and lick it like a lollipop. Giving her a preview of how good I lick yogurt lids. Her pussy is the next thing I lick.
“Stop that.” She moves it away. Glares at me. My cock is fully hard. Visions of suffocating between her thick thighs are enough to make me listen. “Breath in for four and out for six. We do it five times. Then a break. You work out, so you know we do five reps, three sets a day.”
She notices I work out. Perfect. I’ll work her out, too. It’s been a while since I had a cardio bunny. But by the looks of her small waist and fat ass, she lifts weights. Heavy ones.
“Yes, ma’am.”
