Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"Come on dad... just a few more steps. Let's get you in bed." My son said to me as he led me to my bed. I had fallen off a ladder just hours earlier and fractured my left arm and spraining the right one. I also twisted my left ankle pretty badly. I will be on bed rest for a few days.
As he set me down on the bed I thanked him "thanks so much my boy. I don't know what I would do without you." I laid down and tried to get comfortable.
"Okay dad. I just need you to rest. If you need me, just call me. I'll leave my door open." I nodded and tried to get some sleep.
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As the next day dragged on with only the tv to keep me entertained I started noticing how much I needed a bath. However I still couldn't stand for very long on this fucked up ankle.
"Martin!" I called and waited for him to come.
"Come help me to the bath. I can't take a shower yet because I can't stand."
"Sure dad." He replied and already came to help me up.
We made our way slowly to the bathroom. Not bothering to close the door behind us.
"Thanks Marty, I can take it from here."
"Okay, you sure?" I nodded and he left, still leaving the door open. "If you need something. Just yell."
I wiggled out of my grey sweatpants fairly easily, but I couldn't get out of my underwear or shirt for the life of me. "For FUCKS SAKE GODDAMN!" I hit the wall.
My son came running in and asked what the problem was.
"I can get out of my damn clothes."
"Dad calm down. Let me help."
"Okay Marty. I guess I need your help. I'm sorry you have to see this." Though he was technically 18, and an adult, I still felt weird having my body undressed by him.