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With the excitement of possibly getting Casey's cast off, I whipped out breakfast in a flash. Casey watched me with interest and finally asked, "What's going on big brother? What's got you so fired up this morning?"
"Oh just a couple of things I have to do as soon as possible, so I'm kind of hurrying ... Ok?"
"Yeah, I guess." She said.
And sure enough we got breakfast over; a really good bath administered in a flash and then it was off to the showers for me. On my way I stopped and went into Mom's bedroom where Aunt Rena was still sleeping. I sat down on the side of the bed and began gently rubbing her bottom through the sheet she had pulled onto herself. In just a moment she began to stir, looking at me with a puzzled face she said, "Jack are you trying to tell me something here?"
"Well you do have a nice bottom Aunt Rena; actually you have a pretty darn nice everything from where I sit. To tell the truth, it's been a while since I've had sex, so if I tell you how nice you look I hope you won't be offended." I said.
"Jack, you are a sweet boy, telling lies like that." She said laughing softly.
She turned over and slid to the side of the bed beside me, her sheet dropping away revealing her nice breasts with their large brown nipples swaying as she moved. I could see her thatch of grey blond bush springing up between her legs as she rested her hands on the edge of the mattress.
"Aunt Rena, I promise that those were not lies, just take a look at my cock if you want proof!"
She looked down between my legs where my semi-hard cock was gaining size, then reached over and took a firm hold of me, squeezing and stroking my cock softly. "It's sure in a growth spurt, yes sir, I guess that I should be flattered that I can still give a young man a nice hard-on." She said.
"You keep that up and you're gonna' see more than a hard-on, I'm going to shoot cum all over the place." I said as I leaned back a little and spread my legs to give her more room.
Her voice was husky and thick as she leaned into me saying, "How long would that take Jack?"
"Not long now." I said, my own voice tightening.
She said, "It's been a long time since I've held a lovely cock like yours; it feels nice."
I could feel my balls begin to lift and urgency began to drive my hip response to her steadily stroking hand ... then the slow burn began deep in my balls. "Help me Aunt Rena." I said as I stood up and turned to face her, my cock level with her face and her hands now stroking and fondling my balls, "Suck me Aunt Rena, please just for a minute."
"No little boy, I don't think I should do that. But, you go ahead and squirt your juices, shoot'em out." Her voice was urgent, even hungry. Shoot I did, big, heavy cum ropes steamed out onto her breasts, even splattering on her chin. I stood there hands on hips blasting away and then quickly sat down breathing heavily.
"Very nice Jack; I haven't seen anything like that for a very long time!"
"You're not mad?" I asked.
"No dear, it was my fault, you're a healthy young man and I couldn't resist holding you lovely big dick. I really enjoyed feeling its silky hot hardness and watching it pump out the seeds of life. No I'm not mad; but I think we should keep this between us, don't you?"
"Yes, you're right of course. Thank you it felt wonderful." I said.
As I spoke she scooped a bit of cum off her chin and slipped it into her mouth; then scooped more from her breasts adding it to her mouth. She tasted it like one might taste a good wine, then smiled saying, "Still the same after all these years. Smooth, sweet, salty and a bit malty; when I was your dad's sex partner I ate lots of his cum, still delicious."
"Aunt Rena, how long has it been since you had a lover?" I asked.
"Over the last 20 years or so only three men in my life and none of them for long; mostly you might say that they were poke and go men."
"Aunt Rena, I would really like to make love to you; if you'd let me?" I said.
"Oh how sweet. Honey, you know more about me than almost anybody and that's just in two days. No, I don't think that sex with my nephew is a good idea; I have too much respect for your mother for such a thing. Remember, we are keeping this just between us, aren't' we?" she asked.
I leaned down and kissed her firmly on the mouth saying, "Just you remember, my offer does not expire, if you change your mind."
She smiled a wry smile and said, "Well I guess we'd better start our day."
I managed to shower and change without any more delay then shot downstairs with clean clothes for Casey. When she saw that I was fully dressed and that I had clothes for her, she pointed her finger at me and said, "Ok buster, what's going on?"
I rapidly filled her in on our visit to the doctor and the prospect of getting her cast off at last. With that there was no delay in getting dressed, ready and out the door. Once at the doctor's office there were a couple of x-rays and a scan all of which, the good doctor informed us, meant the cast was a thing of the past. And off it came. It was something of a shock to Casey and I once it was off, we didn't realize that the hours we spent out by the pool each day had given us a sweet brown patina while her left leg, hidden in the cast remained a ghostly white.
After the doctor went on to other patients his nurse gave us strict instructions to be very careful with her skin, keep it moistened and expose it to the sun just a little each day. And it was also something of a shock to realize how weak her leg was. There'd been a fairly modest amount of atrophy, the nurse explained that was most likely due to the fact that she was just 18; however, we were going directly to the Physical Therapy office for instructions on how best to rehab her leg.
Once at the Physical Therapy office we were congratulated on what a great job we had done getting her right leg in shape. Then a plan was developed and we were instructed in how we could best do the same for her left leg – there were printouts, demonstrations, lots of encouragement and appointments were made for us to come in every 7 to 10 days for evaluation. And last but not least Casey was lent a nice little four foot cane to stabilize her leg when she began to walk, "Just a little bit at a time!"
We were on a natural high as we left the doctor's office. Casey looked up at me beaming and said, "What do you say we celebrate a little before going home?"
"Sounds great" I said, "What do you have in mind?"
"Do you think we could drive down to Anchor Bay and have a late lunch at McCarty's?" she asked.
Anchor Bay is a beautiful little town on the Mendocino County coast. It would be about an hour drive, but I decided it would be worth the trip just to make Miss Casey even happier. To be sure nobody worried about us, I called home to let Aunt Rena and Lillian know we would be out for a while. Oddly, the phone rang and rang, so I left a message telling them Casey's cast was off and we were taking a celebratory drive down the coast not getting back for a few hours, not to worry.
Casey looked at me quizzically, saying "Nobody home?"
"Nope, maybe Lillian took Aunt Rena out somewhere ... no worries; we're off for an adventure!"
It was a picture perfect Northern California day, brilliant sunshine and beautiful scenery. When we finally popped out onto Highway 101 the Pacific Ocean spilled out in front of us a glittering blue panorama. In great spirits we drove along each lost in our own thoughts until the little town of Anchor Bay came into view. McCarty's Restaurant sits on a small bluff overlooking the town and the bay – they are famous, at least to us, for the best pan fried Abalone you've ever tasted.
I parked, scooped Casey up, dropped her into the wheelchair and wheeled us into this lovely old restaurant. The building dates to the 1940's, some parts may be even older, lots of weathered wood, cozy tables and great Abalone served with a pile of sweet potato fries and their very own micro-brewed beer.
I don't think either one of us said a thing except to order; we just sat there grinning at each other like two drunk monkeys in the zoo! In short order the waitress arrived with steaming plates, a frosty pitcher of great beer and two mugs. If you were watching you might have thought that we just escaped from a fat farm the way we tore into the food ... Outstanding!
When the plates were empty, we were truly stuffed. I moved the remaining beer and us to an outside table and we sat there in the sunshine looking out at the ocean; fat, dumb, happily sipping beer and grinning. As the afternoon drew to a close I packed us up and we began a slow drive back home. On the way we were quiet with Casey smiling softly and either holding my hand or patting my leg in a loving way; it was delightful being together.
As I made the turn into town, Casey turned toward me saying, "I think I would like to sleep in my own bed upstairs tonight, would that be Ok?"
"Whatever you want baby girl," I said.
"Jack, when everybody gets settled in, would you come to my room and sleep with me?" she asked.
"I certainly will! Just remember, we do need to be careful. Do you mind if I ask what brought this on?"