Stranger Than Paradise

Authors note: This story involves two young nurses who have to attend to the needs of an eighteen year old boy whose jaw is wired shut and both arms and collarbone are broken. They have to attend to his every need and that includes helping him urinate and defecate. He becomes aroused by the nurses, and they by him. It also includes incest at the end of the story. If any of this offends you, please stop reading now.

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Lori arrived at work that morning in an incredible mood. This was typical for her, and her coworkers all enjoyed her positive attitude, especially when things were tough.

She was a nurse, and she dressed appropriately for the job, in all white with a little nurse's hat to confine her hair. She was 27, about five foot 9, with brown hair and eyes, and a warm smile that could melt a snowman.

She went over the list of duties for the day, making both mental and written notes pertaining to each patient, flipping the three page work order, pursing her lips.

She turned to see another nurse approaching her. It was her supervisor, nurse Walther. She smiled too, but hers was a bit more world-weary.

"Lori, it's so nice to see you today." She reached out and took the clipboard from her. "We've got a special patient and I'm going to re-assign you to him. Someone else will take your current assignments.

"It's a young man, 18, and he's been in a terrible car accident. He has a broken jaw and collarbone, plus two broken arms. He's basically an invalid. He's been transferred here from Seattle where he's been for the last three weeks. He's coming along well, but he needs full time support right now, possibly for another month. His mother will be here later today and you'll meet with her. She's been hands-on the entire time, helping us whenever and however she can, and she's been pretty nice, truthfully. You'll confer with her and she'll kind of bring you up to speed with how he's been treated in Seattle. Do you think you're up for this? It's going to be just you and Emma who'll spell you on the weekends, of course."

Lori was not daunted in the least.

"I will do my absolute best. You can count on me. When did you say his mother was coming in?"

"In about an hour, I think. I don't think there's a dad. From what I know, he's a straight A student who was riding with some friends. A delivery truck t-boned them. The driver of the car he was in was thrown out of the vehicle, but wasn't injured too badly, and the other two in back had seatbelts on. He was just about to clip his on when they got hit, right on the side that he was sitting. It broke his arms and his hands as well, plus the collarbone and jaw. He was in the ICU for three weeks, but now he's here and he's been assigned a room of his own. He's a bit out of it as you can imagine, and we've got him on serious pain killers as well. This is going to ask a lot of you. 10 hour days for at least a month."

Lori looked at her. "I've got this." She put her hand on Nurse Walther's arm. She looked worn, concerned, and very tired.

"Don't worry. Okay?"

The older nurse gave her a quick hug.

"Thanks, Lori. The last couple of weeks have been pretty intense around here. I'm trying to retire, but they just can't seem to find a replacement. The last thing I needed was a full-time patient, especially with the staff shortage."

"Why don't you take a break now? I can see everything is covered. Go on. Get some coffee."

Nurse Walther hugged her again, her eyes moist.

"God, if only I had about 10 of you. I'll be right back."

"Don't hurry. That's the point of taking a break. I've got this, dammit." Lori smiled at her, then gave her a push. The reluctant nurse laughed a bit and headed to the cafeteria.

Lori checked the new clipboard she'd been handed. There were a lot of things to go over; IV drip formulas, a pain medication schedule and other items. She felt in control, like she could handle whatever was thrown at her, at least right now.

She looked at the chart again. His name was Kevin Chafee. He had just turned 18. He was the captain of a chess team in high school and a swimmer. He had plans to go to college, but then the car crash happened so everything was on hold.

There was a picture of him. He was remarkably handsome, with dark brown curly hair and intense eyes. His swim team photo showed a well built young man, about six foot one. Lori's heart went out to him. He had been stopped in mid-stride and confined to a hospital bed. He had to be in misery in almost every possible way.

There was a little commotion at the desk and a woman of about 43 was talking with the receptionist. She was blonde, about five foot six, and her face bore a look of concern and stress. Lori decided that it must be his mother and she walked right up to her, putting out her hand.

"Mrs Chafee? I'm Lori. I'll be Kevin's nurse for the next few weeks."

"Oh, thank God. Lori, I... I'm going to try hard to stay out of your way, but... he's my only son. I just... well, I about had a heart attack when I heard he was injured and I've been there with him the whole way. I might... drive him a little crazy, and I'm desperately trying not to add to his misery, you know? You're young... and pretty. And from what I hear from your head nurse, you're very good. Have you seen him yet?"

"Well, I got this clipboard about 15 minutes ago, so I really haven't. Shall we go down there and check in with him?"

"Yes, let's do that. I've got a good feeling about you, Lori. I'm starting to relax now." She laughed and turned red. Lori took her arm and looked at her.

"I've got this, Mrs..."

"For heaven's sake, let's not do that. My name is Mary. Okay? My husband was killed in Desert Storm, so it's just Kevin and I. Let's go down to his room. I'm very certain that he'd rather see you than me, but I have to check in with him for a few minutes at least."

She turned to Lori.

"You know, you're going to have to deal with some very personal things with Kevin. He needs someone to help him.... poop. And urinate. He can't do any of that right now. He certainly doesn't want me doing it. I'm a doting mother, but there's a line we have to draw." She paused. "I don't know how you can even..."

Lori laughed. "I can handle it, Mary. I've done this for 6 years now. I've got experience with all of those things. I've already figured out how we're going to deal with it so he'll be the least embarrassed."

"Oh, thank God for you. Thank God. In Seattle the young nurses were kind of, well, grossed out. They managed somehow, but I'm not sure how long they're going to be nurses. I certainly couldn't do it."

Lori smiled brightly. "It's going to be okay. Let's go down to his room."

They took an elevator up two floors into a private section for people just coming out of intensive care. Lori knocked lightly to alert him that someone was coming in, then opened the door.

There was Kevin Chafee, his arms suspended by cords and small pulleys. They needed to be aloft to assist the healing process of the collarbone, and the ropes and pulleys were there to help him lift himself up to go to the bathroom.

"Honey, it's mom. Again. I know I'm driving you nuts, but I love you, honey. I've got someone here for you to meet."

"Hi, Kevin, my name is Lori, and I'm going to be with you for a while as your main nurse. I've got all the details here. I'm so sorry about your accident, but if I have anything to say about it, you're going to be out of here as soon as possible so you can get back to your life. Okay?"

He blinked at her. His eyes were filled with pain. His mother started to cry.

"Mary, it's going to be okay. I don't think he's due for more painkillers right now, but he may have to go to the bathroom, so why don't you wait outside for a while so we can take care of that?"

"Okay," she said, sniffling, then she left. Lori closed the door and locked it.

"Kevin, I know we just met, but I'll bet you have to pee like crazy. Am I right?"

"Umm hmmm."

"I don't know what they did in Seattle, but what I'm going to do is this: we're going to have you lean forward. Then I'm going to have you lean to one side and I'll pull your calf under you. Then I'll go to the other side and do that too. That way you can get up on your knees. I'll hold the pee bottle and hopefully you'll be able to release. The only other option is a catheter, and I don't think you want that. So, here we go."

It didn't take long for him to get into position with her help. She pulled the cover down, revealing his penis. Then she put the pee container under him and talked about the weather as he peed for a long time. When he was done she removed the container and quickly wiped the drop of pee from his penis with a washcloth, then helped him lie down again.

"God, you certainly had to pee, Kevin. I arrived just in time." He laughed a bit, unable to talk. She went and got Mary and she talked at him for a while.

"I'll just come down twice a week, honey. Just let Lori know if that's too much or... whatever. I don't want to bug you. I'm sure everything is bugging you right now and I just want you to heal without feeling like I'm hovering over you all the time, okay?"

Lori and Mary walked out into the hallway and spoke for a little while longer.

"Does he have a girl friend or other friends who might visit?" Lori asked.

"Right now he doesn't. His other friends in the car, well, they went to college. He can't even deal with a phone now, plus he can't talk, so it's pretty weird for him. I'm sure that pisses him off more than anything, not being able to talk to girls. I mean, he's right at that age where he's probably.... um... really horny all the time. I probably shouldn't even say that." Her face got red.

"It's okay. I understand. He may just have to deal with that, however. I'm just a nurse." Lori laughed brightly.

"And a damn good one, from what I've seen so far. Thank you, Lori. You've got my number if you need to call me for any reason. I'd better leave now or I'm gonna cry. Thanks again." She abruptly turned and made her way down the hall and to the elevator.

Lori stood in the hallway for a minute or two. No friends, no phone. Her mind started going through her obligations to him and things started to get a little more real. Every day she had to help him use the bedpan, and then pee at least three times. Every three days she had to give him a bath with wash cloths. She was monitoring his IV's and making sure they were full, then changing the TV channel for him as needed. That was his only source of entertainment. There was a button he could push during the day in case there was some kind of emergency.

They had given her some other light duties so that she wasn't in the room with him all the time. She actually had some down time to read, and even made some phone calls now and then. The hardest thing for him, and her, was to help him defecate. He had to get on his knees again each morning and she would put the bedpan below him. Then she used an elastic strap to put the pee bottle in place so she wouldn't have to hold it. The first time was the hardest, but she guided him through it professionally.

"I don't know about you, Kevin, but when I go to the bathroom I kind of have to pee a little at the same time I poop, so this will let you do that. I know that this is seriously embarrassing, but once we do it a couple of times I think you'll get over it. Now, I'm going to pull your cheeks apart so you don't get poop on yourself and I just want you to let it go. I'll watch TV and I want you to forget about me, okay?"

Of course she was unable to do that. He was a lovely young man, and there she was spreading him open as a large stool oozed out of him and plopped into the pan, and he finished by peeing, then letting out a long sigh as she talked about sports or the weather.

She wiped his anus, then his penis after taking off the bottle. After about a week of this she was starting to be a little haunted by being in charge of all of these bodily functions, but she kept on, determined to be a good nurse. It wasn't really the bathroom operation that was starting to trouble her. It was the bathing.

The bedpan and pee bottle operation was complicated enough, and spreading his cheeks was nearing a line of some kind where she was almost embarrassed. She literally had to get her face down and watch his shit come out so he wouldn't soil himself, necessitating further cleanup. But the first bath was on another level.

She got a pan of hot water and washcloths and started on his upper body, using a little soap and reaching all of his exposed skin. Then she moved to his legs, washing his feet and calves, then his thighs. But then she had to get him up on his knees.

She sighed, then forged ahead. She got fresh wash cloths and used a bit of soap again as she washed his ass, then his penis and testicles. She did a thorough job, especially around his anus, but by the time she was done he had a massive erection. She tried to ignore it, drying him off, but his long penis stuck straight out in her face at times, the uncircumcised glans purple and shiny. It was long, around 7 inches, and he would drip clear fluid which she was acutely aware of. She did her job, however, and got him back down on the bed and covering him again.

She couldn't deny that it affected her, touching him in that way and seeing his erection. She was human after all, but she tried not to think about it. Mary was curious about the process when she came back the next week. She danced around the subject for a while, but she was unable to keep it to herself.

"So, I was wondering. How do you go about washing him?" Her face turned red. "I'm sure that there are some reactions on his part that might be kind of... hard to deal with."

"Mary, he gets an erection, if that's what you mean. I just have to ignore it."

"But you're washing his.... anus. And his penis. Doesn't that....make you, um, have thoughts of any kind?" Her face was even redder now.

Lori laughed. "Mary. Look. What would you think of me if I started masturbating your son?"

"Well, I... Jesus... I don't know. It's not really your job, it's just that it must be embarrassing to both you and him, touching him so personally."

"I guess that's not what I asked. Do you want me to do that? That's not very appropriate."

Mary didn't speak for a while, looking out the window.

"It's got to make him intensely horny," she said, then more quietly she said, "does it make you horny at all?"

Lori was stuck now. After a long moment, she said, "It kind of does, yes."

"Well," Mary said, very quietly now, "If there's a moment where you, um, want to do that, you... you have my permission. I understand if you don't want to, but I'm just saying that it would make me feel good if you wanted to help him... relieve some pressure, down there but it doesn't really address your needs, really." She let out huge breath and rolled her eyes. "I should just stop talking. I'm sorry. This is really out of hand. Forgive me. I don't know why I'm being so fucking stupid."

She turned and walked off, leaving for the day.

Lori didn't know what to think for a while. He was getting better, that much was clear. He didn't need the painkillers as much. But she would come in to bring him food and he was fully erect, his penis creating a tent in the covers. She did her best to ignore it, but she also spent some time looking at it. It was true. It was making her horny and she was starting to fantasize about it. About something. About everything.

That weekend she met up with Emma, the cute blonde nurse who took over for her on Saturday and Sunday. She never gave him a bath, but she had to help him go to the bathroom. They met in an empty room adjoining Kevin's.

"So, Emma, how's it going with Kevin on the weekends?"

Emma was twenty five, shapely and sweet. She had worked hard to get this job and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. But she admitted that it was hard for her.

"Lori, he has the biggest hard on most of the time. If his penis wasn't so beautiful I would just ignore it, but he's not some old guy. And I think you've seen his picture. He's eighteen and he probably wants to ejaculate like crazy. We've been in very close proximity to his equipment for a week now. I'm amazed that he hasn't just started spurting involuntarily. Do you just ignore it?"

Lori sighed. "Yes, I do. If you have any suggestions, Emma, I'd like to hear them because I think we're both kind of at the end of our rope already. Can we both admit that it's making us horny?"

Emma laughed. "Yes, by all means. It's making me horny. But if we jerk him off, we'll still be horny. Then what?"

Lori covered her face with her hands for a while. Emma put her hand on her arm.

"Are we going to fuck him?" She looked straight at her.

Lori let out a big breath.

"That's the logical conclusion, I guess. But that's really... pushing the boundaries for me, and that's an understatement. I've never imagined having sex with a patient up until now."

Emma got a little closer to Lori, her lips parted.

"Lori," she said very quietly, "what if we have sex?"

Lori took Emma's face between her hands and kissed her deeply. It was only moments later that they were fully engaged on the hospital bed, their fingers in one another, jerking, climaxing and gasping quietly as they relieved the stress that had been building. They both blushed, rearranging their clothes and pulling up their panties. They hugged now.

"Thank you Emma. I feel so much better and I hope you do too. I don't think we could have stood it much longer.

Emma kissed her sweetly.

"You don't have to thank me. You're hot, Lori. I guess I'm bi, because I like guys too, but this was just too much. What we did was sweet and beautiful... and absolutely necessary, don't you think?"

"You are an angel," Lori said, kissing her again, then she looked her right in the eye and sighed. "Are you going to jack him off?"

Emma giggled. "I guess I am. Once a day, at least. And once we do it, he's going to want more. He does have a super nice ass, that's for sure."

Lori tried not to laugh out loud.

"I know. Washing his asshole started out so innocently for me. Now it seems to beckon."

"Does that mean you're going to put your finger up his ass?" Emma said, grinning.

"Probably." She stifled a laugh. "Do you realize that her mother suggested that I jack him off?"

"No! Really? She wanted you to do that?"

"Yes she did. She very concerned about him. He's lonely and he doesn't have a girlfriend or any friends that come around."

"He's only eighteen. We have to face the fact that he's probably going to be able to come twice. His fantasies have to be pretty advanced by now."

Lori blushed. "So are ours."

Emma laughed and and moved closer, rubbing Lori's vulva through her clothing. Before they left they shared another strong orgasm, but Emma promised to be the first to help him ejaculate that weekend.

"Thank you, sweetie. You're fabulous," said Lori.

"I know you are, but what am I?" Emma said, grinning.

Sunday night, after Emma went off-duty, she called Lori.

"Lori, you are in for it."

Lori laughed. "Give me the report."

"Well, when he was pooping on Saturday he had another big hard on. I was spreading his cheeks like you suggested and he started ejaculating. I wasn't touching his penis at all. He just spurted, maybe 7 times. It was a lot. I had to change his bedspread. I guess I still wasn't committed to masturbating him, but he ejaculated on his own. I just cleaned everything up, wiped him, and then got him back in position. But he still had an erection. He's certainly thinking about the two young nurses attending to his every need."

"So, what happened then?"