My private cellphone buzzed relentlessly.
I was busy on my work e-mail scheduling repeat appointments for some of my regulars. Two of them were loaded and very generous. I wanted them to feel special, so the last thing I'd do is disconnect them in order to answer a private call.
I was done with both of them 20 minutes later and then I checked my phone.
It was my mother.
She never before called during late morning hours. I had to check that there was no emergency.
"Hi mom, did you try to reach me?"
"Yes Al. I am sorry to bother you at an hour that you are probably at work, but it's about your older sister, Sheila."
"What happened?..."
"Since you moved to the big city, you hardly visit us anymore, so I am not sure how much you know already. You remember Sheila's George? Well, that miserable son of a... started gambling again about 3 weeks ago. He lost half their savings before Sheila found out about it. She confronted him a week ago and they had a major argument, after which she was too upset to stay with him in the house. She drove toward our house with tears blinding her and... she had an accident. She stayed in the hospital for 2 days to rule out major trauma. Her X rays did not reveal broken bones, but her soft tissues had bruises, hematomas and edema. She was sent home and they recommended physical therapy and gentle massages of her legs and back at least 2-3 times a week for the next month. In the past you told us, that you were employed by a large company. We do not have your work address or work phone, but I still remember that you work as a masseur. I thought that you could help... If you do the massages she needs, it will save us a lot of money..."
"Mom, why didn't you call me immediately when the accident occurred?! I always loved Sheila! I just couldn't stand this jerk she called husband... Anyway, let me talk to her if she is with you."
A minute later Sheila was on the phone, "Hi little brother, how are you doing these days?"
"Sheila, I hate you! Why didn't you talk to me about your trauma?!..."
She hesitated, "Because you hate George and you are short tempered... I was afraid that you'd kill him and end up in jail... Al dear, let's ignore the past, please. Can you help me with the massages? I'd appreciate it if you give me a family discount..."
"Sheila, did your brain suffer a concussion during the accident?..."
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Because you know that I love you more than anybody in our family and I would not even think of charging you! But you still owe me - Every massage I give you, you make me coffee with lot's of sugar and a touch of milk..."
Her laugh sounded like happy bells... "Dear Al, I missed you so much. I knew about your feelings toward my husband, or shall I say it 'soon to be my former husband'... so I didn't bother you. But now I can really use your help."
"Sheila, when do you want to start?"
"The doctor told me that the earlier I begin, the better the chance of full recovery. And I also have all the medical documents that may tell you what I went through, so you can tailor the right massage for me. In short, the injury involved mostly the side of my body starting at the hip and going up to the side of my chest, but I feel pains in my neck and shoulder as well... Sorry to sound like a whiny baby, but I thought it's better if you have all the information before you start..."
"Sheila, that's good. First question... Can you drive?"
"Yes I can. When I get into and out of the car I have some pains, but they are only mild."
"Can you be at the address I give you tomorrow at 5 pm with all your medical records?"
"Of course!. And... Thank you brother!"
As a reminder to those who never read the first chapter (Mason the masseur, The beginning), my family members knew my real name, Al, and that I was just a simple masseur, working with a team of other employees like me for a boss whose first name started with M. Nobody knew about my 'extracurricular activity'...
The next day at 4 pm I was at my luxury place, preparing for Sheila's arrival.
I checked that the sheets, towels and oils were warm and pleasant to the touch. I adjusted the lights and room temperature and even bought some flowers to add some live decoration...
Sheila knocked on the door on time. I let her in and looked at her.
She was older than me by 2 years, 5'6", 130lbs and... I always liked her a lot.
Damn husband of hers separated us...
I kissed her cheek and hugged her. She grimaced.
"Oh, sorry sis... Please come on in."
She entered and her eyes widened, 'I've been to a masseuse before... twice! But this is a much nicer place... Your boss must have a successful business..."
I chuckled, "Yes he does! Do you care for some tea before we start?"
"I prefer to have my tea later. By the way, I showered before driving here, but if it's required, I can take another one..."
"That won't be necessary. But I would like to read your medical records before starting. I want to be sure that I do the right thing and not causing any harm... During this time you can look at the journals or watch TV."
It took me 15 minutes to go through all the paperwork. It was obvious that the actual massage would be very limited to certain areas in her body, while a much more gentle tweaking will be appropriate for the injured tissues.
"Sheila, I see that most of your torso needs my attention. I suggest that you undress completely. Lie down on your stomach first, with your head inside this soft ring. Cover your butt with this towel. I'll be outside for 10 minutes while you take off your clothes, unless you need me to help you."
"That will be OK Al. It hurts a little, but I can do it."
I closed the door behind me and reread again some of the details about her wounds. She was very lucky to escape a permanent damage...
I entered the room and stared at her wounds for the first time.
Her mid to upper left thigh had reddish bruises. The left side of her back extending to her left chest had a large blueish coloration with several stitches somewhat lower. There were no obvious signs of injury to the spine area or the neck.
She guessed that I was examining her contusion areas and mumbled into her pillow, "I lost all my sex appeal, didn't I?..."
I giggled, "Pretty sister, you'll need more than that to change my mind about you being very attractive..."
She didn't respond.
"Sheila, your wounds are mostly on the back and left side, so I'll do it differently than most forms of common massage. I'll apply regular strength force to your right side and later add more gentle touches near and around your injured parts."
"You are the boss. Do whatever you think is right..."
I needed to know where exactly and how sensitive each part was.
It is well known that certain areas may look OK, but they harbor some damage or hurt when tweaked.
I decided to skip the feet and calves and concentrate on the thighs and torso.
I gently began applying warm lavender oil on her right thigh, moving from the knee up.
Sheila whispered, "It feels so good..."
The higher I went, her legs separated wider.
I stopped about an inch from her groin when I heard her gasping.
Her legs motion displaced the towel, revealing part of her left ass cheek, that was bruised too.
"Sis, if you don't want to, I won't do it, but your glutes need some treatment as well!"
She blurted, "Brother, I am not that shy anymore. Do whatever you think is necessary. If you have to do my butt, just take the towel off and do it..."
I removed the towel and saw that her left ass cheek was red with multiple superficial bruises.
I kneaded her right globe. It was muscular, round and... very feminine.
