I looked forward to this summer. It was supposed to be the summer of my final internship rotation for graduation with a degree in psychology and start of my adult life as a licensed clinical practitioner. I was 26 and excited to call myself free to discover the real world.
The bubble burst on my first morning driving to the clinic to begin my final rotation. The freeway was crowded, as it usually is this time of morning; I was easing off the road at my exit when out of no where an idiot driving a Porsche sideswiped me, my car lost traction and I slammed into a guardrail head-on. I wore seatbelts and the airbags deployed but other cars exiting behind me could not stop or avoid hitting me three more times from different angles. I ended up pinned and injured to some extent, I just did not know how much.
Days later, in a local hospital, I learned the Porsche driver was a local politician wanting to buy his way out of trouble. However, considering the number of witnesses, injuries, and four totally destroyed cars, he was not getting off, as he wanted. Property damage to four cars exceeded $50,000.00. Damage to his Porsche exceeded $110,000.00. Injuries to others were not bad as they were minor compared to mine, yet injuries already cost over one million dollars and would climb while I stayed in ICU. All this is before the criminal and civil actions against him.
My family hung close to me everyday I was in the hospital. They hired a civil lawyer who began drawing up a civil case in my name and the names of the others. He also filed a civil suit in my name only. The lawyer encouraged me saying that police are pursuing the case very actively. Media reporters interviewed me but I chose to keep my cards close to my vest.
He tried to cop a plea to a lesser charge; however, the prosecutor would not go for the reduced plea. The criminal trial lasted two days before his high dollar defense team decided the best alternative would be pleading guilty and hoping the court would be lenient. The parade of injured and other witnesses brought into court was a burden of proof the defense could not overcome. He did not get jail time but his political career ended.
In civil proceedings, he did not make out any better. I received a judgment for two million, the other injured split one million, and he had to pay our hospital bills. The court also obligated him to pay my college loans since it was unlikely I would be able to work in my chosen field.
I spent six weeks in the hospital, two weeks in intensive care and four weeks of in patient rehabilitation to restore movement to my legs and learning to walk again. The others fared much better with few days in hospital confinement.
I decided that I would walk out of the hospital through the front doors exactly opposite of how I entered the ER. Local liberal biased media waited for me at the exit. "How do you feel knowing you destroyed a great man's political career," came the shouted questions.
"Have you asked him how he feels about destroying my career? When did he become the victim of his own negligence? Why do you want to destroy me after he destroyed me? You and your liberal media can kiss my ass." Not one media outlet played the question or my answer.
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The end of May and June passed, then into July before I could return home. I wanted to live on my own, go to work, make a living, and now, stuck, barely able to walk, I am at home. The greatest consolation was that my 23-year-old sister was a physical therapist and could perform my rehab for me. Of course, as my appointed caregiver, she received pay at going rates.
Danni was the bright spot of my at home incarceration. Not only is she good at providing my PT, she is bright, funny, and as pretty a woman as any in the world. Of course, I love my sister, always have. However, when she puts me through my rehab routines, I hate her. She demands more of me than I sometimes feel able to give.
Today was one of the days I hated her. We went to a local gym that specializes in accident rehabilitation; she had me pushing weights, pulling weights, lifting weights, and walking for two hours. I was sore, aching in places I had not felt in years. Then we slipped into a whirlpool together. She stripped to a modest two-piece before getting in the pool with me.
She could work each muscle group in both legs in this massage therapy pool. Her fingers and hands worked their charms and my legs felt better than any time in the last two months.
When she told me roll over on my back, I saw her face and eyes glowing happily. She began working on my upper leg muscles from my hips to my knees. Her hands pulling, her fingers prodding, she kneaded my muscles. I closed my eyes as she worked, grimaced when she caused a pain and sighed when she eased a pain.
This place even had private showers where a caregiver could help with a shower; my sister followed me into the shower despite my protest. "I have already touched every part of your body from the waist down, I am not going to let you stand on unsteady legs to shower."
I resigned myself to getting naked in front of my sister, I rationalized the private shower, no one would see us, and she is my appointed caregiver. What could go wrong, I questioned. It did not take long to find out what could go wrong, my attractive sister was naked with me in the shower and one muscle not receiving any attention lately sprang to life as my sister smiled.
Let me describe Danni more that pretty and attractive. Danni is five foot three inches tall, maybe 110 or 115 pounds. She has a regular workout routine that focuses on tone more than muscle strength. Her shoulders are a bit broader from her training. Her breasts are a "B" cup and not quite a 36. Danni's breasts are firm from exercise and form two taught mounds of flesh capped with cute nipples. Her torso tapers to a 23 or 24-inch waist. Danni shaves her pubic hair I just discovered, and her butt is firm and full. She has runner?s legs that taper nicely to small but strong ankles.
All these alluring features are nothing against her beep blue eyes, button nose, and small mouth with full, shame on me, kissable lips. Sandy blonde hair crowned the top of her head.
"Danni, put clothes on. I'm embarrassed and you are giving me some discomfort," I tried to hide my stiffening cock.
"I don't have a swim suit to wear in here and after all these months of being your care giver, I have already seen more of you that a sister should. I am here solely as your care giver." She stood her ground albeit with a beautiful smile and glow about her face.
"Why do you have to be wrapped up in a beautiful sexy package?" Why did I say sexy? My body reacted as any normal man reacts.
"You think I am sexy, Mark?" Danni flushed red and I noticed her nipples swell a bit.
"I said beautiful first, Danni, but yes, sexy too." Her nipples puffed out more fully and my cock refused to behave in front of my sister. After several months of abstinence relieved only by a few jack-off sessions with no one around, my sister's naked presence sent chills through my body and impure thoughts to my brain. Impure thoughts transmitted to my cock with the net result of my hands covering it from my sister's view. I wondered what she thought.
"Mark, we have to shower, I have to wash you. Your legs are not steady enough to stand while bending and twisting to wash yourself. Come over here." That last sentence was short, demanding, and if I did not know better, foretelling.
Danni adjusted the shower to a warm spray that felt very nice as I stepped into it. "Mark, don't hide from me." She glanced at my hands over my cock and I was too self-conscious to move them. In a quick move startling me, Danni stepped close to me, grabbed my arms, and jerked them away.
