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I don't usually pray. If there is a God, I'm sure he has more important things to do than listen to me, but on this occasion, I was begging for an audience.
Fortunately, this time, things were not as horrific as they might have been. They were still bad, but could have been much worse.
Jessi was still crying, but had taken refuge in my arms, and the police officer was filling in the considerable blanks as I held her.
There had been an accident, that much I knew. Lizzie had been driving, with her Mother in the backseat and Janya riding shotgun. All had been wearing their seatbelts, thankfully, when the semi truck had made a wide turn, pinning the car between itself and the concrete barrier. The car had been squeezed up and over the barrier, rolling down the hillside about fifty feet. Paramedics had to use the jaws-of-life to extricate everyone, but all three made it to the hospital by ambulance.
Becca had faired the best, but had still been thrashed around the backseat as the car flipped and rolled down the hill. She had a concussion, multiple fractures to her right arm, a broken right leg, and severe contusions. She would be in the hospital for a few weeks, then laid up until everything healed.
Lizzie and Janya were not so lucky. The doctors were optimistic on the prognosis for both of them, and anticipated full recoveries after an appropriate time span. Optimistic, but cautious. Placing them both in induced comas would allow their head injuries to heal better, and all their fractures as well. They would be months in hospital.
I found it difficult to visit Lizzie and Janya. Their room was quiet, other than the beeping of machines that monitored their condition. It was too quiet. I was thankful that they would both be okay, but seeing them, laying there, with tubes, bandages and splints everywhere... they didn't look like the Lizzie and Janya I knew so well. I was used to their vibrant presence filling whatever room they were in.
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Jessi got a great present for her eighteenth birthday, as that was the day her Grandmother came home. We had moved Becca's king sized bed out for now, and moved in a rented hospital bed, which would be better for her until the casts came off. Jessi turned into Florence Nightingale overnight, providing 24/7 care and service to her very appreciative patient. As time passed and Becca got stronger, she only needed to step outside, with help of course, to rest in the sun beside the pool.
"How's my Darling, today?" I asked her as I sat down next to her. She was looking a lot better. The bruises were gone, and she was smiling more, now that she knew her daughter was going to be okay. The doctors had brought her out of the coma last week, but she wouldn't be home for quite a while yet. Janya was still in her coma. Becca looked across at me and smiled.
"Much better. These damn casts are going to wreck my tan, but I'm feeling better. And how are you doing, Sweetheart?" she replied.
"How I'm doing is the least of your concerns. You just get better." She shook her head at my comment and tipped down her sunglasses, fixing me with her matriarchal gaze.
"Don't play the martyr with me, baby. I'm horny as hell, so you must be going crazy. Are you... handling... things Okay?" she giggled.
"Yes," I sighed, "but I do miss you in my bed." Becca looked around, trying to locate Jessi.
"Careful, my love. Your daughter is always nearby, since she took the position of nurse and chief fuss pot," she laughed. "She'll hear you."
I nodded and shushed myself. Sure enough, Jessi appeared seconds later, toting a tray of tea and goodies for her patient. The three of us sat in the sun, enjoying each others company almost as much as the warmth. Becca had somehow managed to get into a bikini, and despite the incongruous presence of very unsexy plaster on her arm and leg, she still looked fabulous. She was right ; I was horny, having gone from getting laid a couple of times a day to zero, overnight. It had now been a couple of months without any lovin'. Talk about going cold turkey. I was definitely going through pussy withdrawal. I realized, when I caught myself staring at her beautiful tits, that I would be in need of self-abusement, yet again, and soon.
The phone rang, inside. Why is it that, if you bring the cordless phone outside with you, it never rings, but leave it behind, and you're sure to get a call? I ran inside, grabbing the handset just in time. It was the hospital, with more good news. The doctors felt that Janya had recovered enough to be brought out of her induced coma. They planned to do so tomorrow, and wanted us to know, so we could be there when she woke up. Happy day!
The next morning, we loaded Becca into the car, piled in with her, and headed into town to the hospital. When we got there, Becca, in a wheelchair for ease of travel, went to visit Lizzie, who had been moved to another room when the doctors woke her up. Jessi and I went to wait for Janya to come out of it. We didn't need to wait long.
She still had tubes in her nose, and her arms, and traction splints on three limbs, but when her eyes fluttered open and she saw me, she smiled. Seeing Jessi at my side made her smile again. I wanted to kiss her, to let her know I still loved her, but couldn't with Jessi there. I had to settle for a small kiss on the back of her one undamaged hand.
One day a couple of weeks later, on one of our visits to the room of a reunited Lizzie and Janya, Becca disappeared for a few minutes, returning sans cast on her leg shortly after. A walking brace replaced the plaster, since she still had hardware and plaster on her cane arm, but in a few weeks, once the strength came back, the brace would also be gone.
Lizzie and Janya still had months of physiotherapy ahead, but they were back together, helping to push each other's progress. Everyone was conscious now, and our family would be together again soon. Yes, I missed them physically, but the hole in my life was far more emotional than I had been ready to admit before. I really did Love them all.
I slept in one weekend morning, waking with the sun high in the sky. Stumbling sleepily downstairs, I saw Becca and Jessi sitting together on the deck, engaged in a raucous, animated conversation, which abruptly ended as soon as I appeared.
Suspicious.
"Hey sleepyhead, nice to see you!" Becca chirped, smiling widely. Her arm was now free of plaster as well, and soon she would be able to hit the pool again. And, if Jessi would ever leave the house for a while, I would most assuredly fuck her Grandmother's brains out. Alas, that wouldn't be today.
I did a lot of yard work that day, ogling Becca's body in her black bikini as she tried to 'repair' her tan. She was not unaware of my gaze, taking every opportunity to increase my discomfort. I did ease things once, stealing away upstairs to jerk off like a teenager, but Becca's powerful sexuality made a repeat necessary in the evening.
"Daddy? May I come in?" Jessi's voice wafted in from the hall. The door was ajar, as I had been in a hurry to ease my sexual frustration and not closed it completely. I ducked under the covers and tried to hide my erection.
"Um... yeah, sure Jessi. Come in." When she did, my jaw hit the floor.
