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Please enjoy the whimsical writings of a half blind old man.
Everyone is 18+ college age or older
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I don't know where I am or what happened but it's weird. I'm walking into a hospital room and seeing someone all wrapped up on a bed.
It is like I'm seeing everything through a foggy video camera. As the Pov view scans around I see my mom and she looks at me and stands up for a hug. How did I get as short as my mom?
The only one in my family as short as mom is my sister Alexis.
Then I noticed my hands and the painted finger nails and as I turned towards the bed, I see myself all wrapped up the crown of my head down to my eyes which are all bandaged up. As well as my hands. They look like fingerless gloves.
Suddenly I started to get a headache and now I'm I guess I'm back in my own body listening to my mom and sister talking. I cannot move or see but I can hear, and from what I hear they have been concerned about my "coma," for weeks.
My sister takes my bandaged hand in hers,
Before my sister's surgery she was effectively blind and I used to spell words on her hands with my fingers as our unofficial secret braille method.
I slowly wrote "ok" with my thumb on her hand and my sister went crazy screaming that I'm awake.
Mom was less convinced to put it mildly.
Mom knew about me and my little sisters secret language but could never get competent in it, I was my sisters hero and best friend for most of her life, until she had her surgery and then I became her navigational aid and guide showing her every place we went when she couldn't see previously.
My thoughts and memories are at the moment a mix of mine, my sisters and moms.
I'm working on my masters in botany, my sister is a first year zoology student at the same university here in Southern California.
Alexis is not into plants but she loves animals and our studies actually parallel in many ways.
If I went hiking looking for plants she was looking for the animals that fed on them or are sheltered by them.
While I'm 5ft 11 inches and around 180 lbs and an avid outdoorsman my sister is 5ft 3 with 120 lbs of a feisty teenager.
Alexis actually devised a test where mom asked me questions that I could answer and with simple words, I responded.
Soon mom was convinced.
"Hands not working well, tiring to control," I write first off.
Mom called the doctor to watch and after a quick history of our family language the doctor asked questions that I answered, before I wrote "Hand, hurt, sleepy. and I relaxed my hand and sis said that I was done for a while.
While I was dropping in and out of sleep I started seeing through my mom's eyes but when Al was here I started hearing background words and I realized that not only could I hear and see what she does and now I could hear some of her surface thoughts as well.
The doctors are perplexed at the inconsistencies between my vitals and my communication.
My brain scans say I should be in a deep coma but I am communicating with concise and intelligent responses.
soon the EEG shows that I'm awake.
After several days I could hear mom's thoughts as well. While mom was concerned more of my recovery and not wanting to lose her son, we lost dad 2 years ago in a traffic accident, mom's worrying of loneliness almost made me cry.
Al was another story, She wanted me to get better so she could help nurse me and maybe get away with fucking me while I'm unable to get away.
I started to remember a bad electrical storm and trying to get the new exotic plants from some uninhabited island in the south pacific put away. Then the storm hit and the biochemical lab next door blew.
No one knows what exactly was released but the hypothesis is the lab along with pollen, sap and stuff from the now burned to a crisp, unknown exotic plants and a major lighting strike plus the resulting fires and explosions caused my blindness and burns on my hands and feet and severe smoke inhalation.
After another week the doctor cleared me to go home and cautioned mom and Al that the pain medication would put me out for hours at a time and to be careful and only sponge baths until my hands and feet are healed up more. Change the bandages on my hands and feet daily and drops in my eyes 4 times per day.
Mom and Al got me loaded into the van and we drove through my favorite burger place for a treat to take home.
When we got home I was ushered to my room and Al let me know that my desk was covered in books and homework to complete during my convalescence.
Al is almost always holding my hand when were together now.
When I wake up after my medical induced naps, Al usually has my hand resting on hers.
I can't seem to open my eyes by myself and Al says my pupils look like blood when they put the drops in.
Now that we're at home I need to try some things. I can hear Al's thoughts clearly now and I started to add to her thoughts. When mom is back at work and it's just Al and I.
When Alexis gets home from school, I started adding thoughts,
"James's covers are too rumpled, smooth them out," I thought and Al did.
Maybe casually run your hand over his cock while straightening the covers he's asleep and won't know.
"I so want this inside of me!" Al thinks to herself.
I brought up a memory of her seeing my cock, the feeling and taste of it. I got a weird but enjoyable feeling back.
Yeah Al and I have had this kind of relationship since she turned 18 and she almost assaulted me to get me to take her virginity.
After a few of these experiments my head started to ache and I went to sleep.
In the mornings mom comes in and helps me to the toilet, I have a bidet now, it keeps by ass clean and then mom helps me back to bed and feeds me breakfast.
My feel hurt alot but I hate being immobile so my morning bathroom break is the only time I get out of bed.
I start slowly with mom, encouraging her to make sure I'm healthy everywhere and bringing up memories of dad's average sized dick and how it felt inside of her.
I channeled slowly planning to take many days to get moms lips on my cock.
I suggested every morning that her son's raging hard on must be uncomfortable and should be relieved. after a few days of convincing mom that her son has a healthy cock that needs release like her husbands cock needed, Mom came in one morning with some lube she used with dad and did a wonderful experienced job of beating me off.
I did get mom to spend a few extra moments making sure my cock is well cleaned afterwards.
When I woke one afternoon my cock felt different and I knew my sister had a snack when I was asleep.
I almost had mom relieve my frustrations orally when her sponge baths got me hard.
A few days later after Al got home from school and mom went to work I acted as if I was still sleeping and made no response when Al placed my hand on hers.
looking through her eyes and hearing her thoughts, I suggested that one of these days when I was asleep she should just ride me and get it over with. How could her loving brother ever mind her expressing her love.
I think I will enjoy a little snack before "J" wakes up at least that won't feel like I'm raping him.
Al finished her snack, Damn my sis sure can suck a cock. Then she's off to the kitchen to get me something to eat.
I see through her eyes a nice bowl of stew she made with a nice tray of bread with butter and honey for me to eat.
While Al is checking out my hard on making a tent under my sheets I write, lunch smells nice sis," and I'm actually able to croak out "good after noon."
Al was so ecstatic she gave me a big hug. "You actually spoke."
"The burns from the smoke inhalation are healing up!" Al exclaimed
"I'll have to text mom about this," which she did and mom actually called back.
Mom works as a Quality Control manager at an aerospace parts company in the valley.
Mom was as happy as if I was a genius toddler saying complete sentences at 6 months.
After lunch I took some more meds and almost faded out. but I was able to see through Al's eyes as she couldn't take her eyes off of me. She actually got some of her flavored lip balm and applied some to both of us and thinking I am asleep, she gave me a good long kiss, which gave me an instant raging hard on.
"It's a good thing to help brother relieve his tensions." I think to Al
I had to stop looking through her eyes when she started to suck me off.
I heard her mind telling herself that "it is a good thing to help get rid of my brothers built up tension."
When Al felt me swell slightly as I was getting ready to cum she started massaging my balls and I went almost all of the way down her throat.
"You actually taste good "J", I've done a couple of guys but it's like drinking piss with them but not you."
"Since your accident, you taste really different from before."
I must have been really tense because after Al finished, I actually did go to sleep for a while.
I felt Al's wet lips giving me a goodnight kiss.
After a week of some really nice daily blow jobs from Al, I was in wonderful spirits and I finally wore moms mind down to the most wonderful blow job and deep throat, which she did amazingly, I guess decades with dad racked up some good experience.
"Wow, my son tastes better than his dad did."
I don't get headaches nearly as fast now. I guess similar to physical muscles my mental muscles are getting stronger now, but in order to work they have to see me or be thinking strongly about me.