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Susan assumes her matriarchal role as the Dominatrix of her entire adopted family.
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With Brett sleeping on his side and facing away from her, Susan couldn't tell if he was sleeping or pretending to be asleep. Unable to tell if he was breathing, he looked dead. Fearing he had a concussion and died in his sleep from his injuries, just as she was about to walk over to him to shake him awake, instead of answering her, he startled her when he suddenly moved.
"Brett, you startled me. I thought you were dead for a minute," she said.
As if he was a zombie coming back from the dead and returning to life, he scared her with his slow albeit sudden movement. As if he was a vampire ready to bite her neck and suck out her blood before stripping her naked and having sex with her, she was frightened. As if he was a dead body at the morgue rolling from his side, he rolled over on his back and kicked down his sheet to expose his naked body to her. She needed to stop watching scary movies before she went to bed at night.
Knowing that exposing himself to her was what he wanted to do in his feeble attempt to control her by flashing her his cock, she played along with him by staring at his prick before making eye contact with him. Something he no doubt only sexually fantasized of doing and would never dare do before, because of frigging Erin, he routinely exposed himself to her now. He was always flashing her his cock. Moreover, he was always trying to peep on her too. Erin had changed her brother from a nice 18-year-old boy to a pig of a man. If he was so perversely perverted now, she couldn't imagine what he'd be when he was 30-years-old and 40-years-old.
Yet, this time, there was something amiss. This time there was something wrong and something not right. Missing from the scene, something that's always present in the room of an 18-year-old young man, the obvious elephant in the room wasn't there. Normally, before being injured on the football field, with him a typical, horny, 18-year-old teenager, he always has an erection, especially at this hour of the morning. This time, however, he didn't have his giant, hardwood log of morning wood. After he suffered a serious injury to his groin area in football practice, she didn't have to be a doctor to suspect and to diagnose that Brett not having an erection was not only odd but also wasn't a good thing.
All men, young and old have morning wood. All young men always have an erection. Unless they were out drinking and partying the night before and having sexy fun with women, seemingly, the morning was the horniest time for men. The morning is when the sexual fantasies that had during the night encouraged them to masturbate themselves. Especially with him flashing her his flaccid prick, she would have thought that he'd be sexually aroused with her staring at his prick in the way she knew he wanted her to stare at his prick. Even if he didn't have an erection before, with her staring at his flaccid cock, he should have an erection now. Yet, instead of staring at his limp cock as a sexual object, with him so badly bruised and obviously injured, she stared at his bruised thighs and his naked cock and testicles with concern for his health before looking up at his face.
"I'm awake Susan. I'm awake," he said yawning and stretching before wiping the sleep from his eyes with his hands.
She suspected that the act of stretching would cause him to have an erection. Any bodily movement of an 18-year-old, testosterone filled, naked, young man was cause for an erection, especially when there was a tall, beautiful, busty, blue-eyed blonde in the room staring at his cock. The fact that he didn't have an erection was a serious clue that there was something physically and terribly wrong with him. The fact that Brett didn't have an erection worried her.
After accustomed to having sex with men her age, men who don't take care of themselves physically, and men who have pot bellies from eating and drinking too much, Susan felt herself getting wet between her thighs from seeing Brett's young, beautiful, hard, muscular, naked body. Even if his cock wasn't big, hard, and fully erect, as if she was a painter and he was her model with both of them ready to paint a nude scene, he was so beautiful to look at and to ogle. He wasn't the only sexual and horny one in the room. With her at the height of her sexuality, she was just as sexual and horny now at 42-years-old as any 18-year-old man of a boy would be at this early hour of the morning. Besides, Susan loved cock. She loved stroking pricks as much as she loved sucking and fucking pricks.
In his defense of disrespecting her by flashing her and by continuing to flash her, with her seeing him naked when helping him shower last night, obviously he just assumed that it was okay to flash her his naked body this morning. When helping him shower last night, they were both naked and standing facing one another in the small shower stall. With them so close to one another, she wasn't getting the view of his naked body in the way she was getting now with him lying on his back beneath the bright, bedroom light. Yet, more than just seeing him naked, with his overhead, bedroom light better illuminating his injuries, she could more clearly see the seriousness of his wounds from playing football on the practice field. She gave one, last, long look at his cock and bruised thighs before turning to leave his room.
"Get dressed Brett," she said. "Your mother just called me. She wanted to remind me that she made a doctor's appointment yesterday for you today. She wants to make sure you're okay. Get a move on. Get dressed," said Susan looking at her watch. "We have to be health center by ten."
Brett sat up in bed, yawned, stretched and wiped the sleep from his eyes again. As if he was an elderly man with arthritis instead of a young and otherwise healthy 18-year-old, he slowly moved his legs from the bed to put his feet on the floor. Seemingly old before his time, with him the quarterback of a losing high school, football team that lacked a solid defense to protect him, as if he had a bullseye on his chest, he was a fair game target. Hit, sacked, hurried, and rushed more than his defensive line blocked their opponents, already having suffered sprains, broken bones, and concussions, this injury was from his own teammate during practice. This injury, as debilitating as it seemed to be, could prematurely end his football career. There goes his hope for a college, football scholarship to a top, ten school.
"Geez, I'm so stiff. I'm so sore," he said trying to bend and flex his leg. "I felt better last night when taking a hot shower with you, Susan." Brett gave Susan a leer that was no doubt influenced by seeing Erin naked before having sex with his sexy sister. Undressing her with his eyes, he looked at Susan as if she was still naked. "That was the best shower of my life," he said with a dirty laugh.
Slowly standing, he erected his 6'3" frame while leaning on furniture to help him walk to the bathroom. As if he was a toddler who had just learned to walk, he took one slow and steady step at a time. A good looking kid with bright, blue eyes, and an engaging smile, he had blonde, Robert Redford, thick hair that was two shades darker than his sister's blonde hair. He looked like the typical, poster boy image of what a high school or college quarterback should look like.
"Let me help you, Brett," said Susan.
She rushed to his side.
"No, I'm good," said Brett waving her off with his hand. "I can do it. Gees, I don't need you to help me go to the bathroom," he said with embarrassment, with attitude, and with an edge to his voice.
Only, just as it was obvious that he was hurting, it was obvious that he needed her help. It was obvious that he was in pain. She watched him gingerly walk as if he was 78-year-old man near the end of his life instead of an 18-years-old teenager at the start of his life.
