There are no characters in this story that are less then eighteen years of age. This story is a pure fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is coincidental and was not the intent of the author.
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When I woke it was mid to late afternoon. Carol was no longer beside me in the bed but had gotten up I could hear sounds coming from pots and pans being used and banging together in the kitchen. Some delicious smells were coming my way that were in the air from the kitchen, giving me a hint of where I could find her.
I got a beach towel from the bathroom closet drawer and wrapped it around my body like a South Pacific islander. Then I took my crutches and headed out to the kitchen. Carol was at the kitchen counter, cutting up meat into thick steaks. From the oven came the aroma of baking apples in some kind of delicious smelling pastry.
"Mmm!" I said standing at the kitchen door, "that smells delicious. Is it an apple pie?"
She turned to me, a little shocked to see me up and about. "Well," she smiled, "it's an apple cobbler, to be exact."
"I'm glad to see you up and about.How are you feeling today? Are your legs hurting or giving you any trouble? I hope that you understand that you still have to be very careful moving around on them too soon. The doctor did explain to you that if the legs are vertical for any long periods of time, they may swell up and cut off the blood flow inside the cast. If that happens then I will have to take you back to the hospital, where they will have to cut the old cast away and fit you with a new one."
She looked beautiful, as always, she was wearing a country-style sunflower-patterned shift that showed off her figure, and a bib apron around her body. Her hair was down and hung loosely around her shoulders.
"Can I help with anything?" I asked her.
"Well, you can sit down here at the kitchen table and keep me company while I get dinner ready for the three of us."
"Mercy should be here in about two hours. She just called and said she would try and slip away a little early."
"I don't suppose she told you where I can find my dressing robe, did she?"
Carol laughed to herself and told me "I didn't ask, I don't think she will give it back to you for a while. Knowing my sister, and I think I do, she will keep you naked and ready to play, for a while anyway."
"Can I get you anything?" she asked.
"I am terribly thirsty; could I have some water, please?"
"Why sure, our well is spring fed so it is always fresh, cold, and crystal clear." She went and got me a tall glassful.
I drank it down greedily. "That is the best water I have ever tasted," I said, and asked her for a second glass.
She smiled," We have no need for bottled water. Our water is better then anything you could buy in a bottle."
"Shouldn't you be getting some sleep after working all night?" I asked.
"Oh, I slept for a few hours. It was really nice sleeping in your arms, by the way. I didn't want to sleep too long or I will have trouble sleeping later, and then be up all night tonight probably trying to fall asleep."
I smiled and nodded at her comment about liking to sleep in my arms.
"All three of us will probably use that same bed tonight, and not just for sleeping," she giggled. "Don't worry about it, though. We'll try not to do too much to you," she said patting my shoulders, and in so, doing she left her hands there just a little longer than necessary.
This sort of talk only got me hard with anticipation of making love to both sisters at once. I think she knew this all along and kept teasing me with all the lustful plans that both she and her sister had for me. I was getting harder all the time that Carol talked to me about how they wanted me in their big soft bed.
Carol put the steaks into the refrigerator and turned to me.
"I figured out a way that you can get a full hot water bath and not get your casts wet. Would you like me to show you?" she asked.
I nodded my head for "yes," not really sure what Carol was up to, but I knew it would be interesting to find out.
"Come with me," she said leading me out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom and into the bathroom.
She sat beside the whirl pool bath tub and pointed out to me that if we put a couple of boards across the top of the tub, I could prop my cast-covered legs up on them, while I sat in the tub and by so doing, I could keep both the casts high and dry while I bathed. In my mind, I was wondering just how much of an acrobat I would have to be to get into and out of the bathtub.
"You know, I think you are right," I said. "I think that would work just like you say. What a marvelous idea! Carol, you are a genius," I told her admiringly.
She was beaming in my praise. "You wait right here by the tub, I'll be back in just a minute." She got to her feet and left the room.
I could hear her rummaging around in another part of the house for a couple of minutes.
Some time later, she came back into the room carrying two wooden boards, each one about an inch thick and twelve inches wide, and both were about four feet long.
She put the boards against the wall, beside the tub. "Now," She said, " take off that silly towel and get into the tub."
I did as she asked, dropped the towel on the floor and got into the dry tub. Getting into a seated position was a bit difficult, but I managed somehow.
"Now," she instructed, "lift your legs up and I'll put the boards under them."
