The College Thespian, Chapters 3 to 5
By Hummingbird-Goal
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Chapter Three - Practicing at Home Commences
When they entered the house, Cory was sitting at the kitchen table, his laptop sitting open in front of him.
“We got your jockstrap!!” Leah yelled with a playful tone. She came up behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her heavy breasts on his back. He didn’t want this moment to end. He was having thoughts about his sister he never had before. She dropped the plastic package in his lap, forcing him to wince a bit from hitting his nuts.
“Ohhh, oops! You might want to go put that on, so you don’t get hurt again.”
Cory was uncomfortable with the joke, but his libido pushed out a hearty laugh.
“Are you almost done with your paper? I really want to start practicing.”
Looking up from his laptop to his sister who was raising both arms above her head, forcing her breasts to protrude even further than they normally do.
“Ahhh, yeah,” he said nervously. “You could say I’m done, I guess. Where do you want to do this?”
“I think the living room would make the most sense, don’t you? That way mom could watch from the couch.”
“Wait, mom is going to be watching this?”
“You bet your ass I am,” she said, stepping into the kitchen. “We don’t want any ruptures under my own roof. I will be supervising.”
“Wait, wait? Ruptures?” Cory said, a little worry in his voice. “How hard are you going to be kicking?”
Leah stepped over to her brother, wrapped her arms around his right arm, squeezing her firm breasts against him. “I have to make it look believable. I’m the lead in the play. If I hold back the audience won’t buy in. It would ruin my whole performance.”
They both looked to their mother, Cory hoping she might take his side. “She’s absolutely right, son. If she’s going to do this, she has to do it all the way.” Sarah grabbed the jockstrap off the kitchen counter, holding it up. “But this is our secret weapon. Trust me, there will be no ruptures if you’re wearing this bad boy.” Both ladies still oblivious that a jockstrap only provides support and almost no protection against strikes of any kind.
Leah was filled with a sudden bout of remorse. “But what about that guy at the sporting goods store, mom?” She said with panic in her voice. “He had one of those on, and I do one stupid back kick and pop!! It’s gone!” She said moving her hands in a bursting gesture, tears starting to form in her eyes, not realizing she may have just jeopardized this whole ordeal.
Sarah set down the jockstrap on the counter and hugged her daughter. “Remember what we talked about. It was an accident. That’s not gonna happen here, trust me.”
“What does she mean ‘gone?’” Cory said with a touch of trepidation. “And YOU were the one who did it? Mom?”
“Cory, honey, you’re fine. I’m pretty sure that guy’s jock was defective, or I think maybe his nut was already out when Leah kicked him. Just keep your nuts in that thing and you’ll be just fine.”
“So it WAS Leah who kicked him?”
Leah was about to speak when her mother stepped in to save her. “Yes, it was your sister. But what you don’t know is there was a line of about 20 girls who kicked him before your sister," she embellished.
“And they had soccer cleats on!” Leah chimed in, still fighting back tears.
“I don’t know, Leah,” Cory said with a somber tone. “All this talk about ruptures - and that YOU were the one that ruptured the guy. I’m sorry, but I may have to reconsider. I don’t want to get ruptured.”
More tears welled up in Leahs eyes. Sarah was about to say something, but she knew her words were no match for Leah’s tears. And she was right.
When that first tear dropped from Leah's eyes to her cheek Cory got up and walked over to his sister and put his arm around her. Leah knew what had to come next. She turned to face her brother, slowly placing her hands on his chest, and slid them up and around his neck, squeezing him tight. Her supple breasts thrusting into his chest. He could feel her heartbeat against him. Tears were now pouring down Leah’s face and she started to shake in his arms.
“Leah, stop,” he whispered to his sister. “I didn’t know this meant that much to you.”
“It does,” she grunted into his chest, turning up the crying.
“Okay, okay,” Cory said softly. “I will help you.”
Leah broke their hug and looked up into his eyes. “Really? That means so much to me. I’ll be careful, I promise.” She said as she went in for what looked like could possibly be a kiss. For a brief moment, anyway, Cory thought his sister may be trying to kiss him. He closed his eyes and waited. But Leah kept going past his face and gave him another enormous hug.
As they separated, Cory noticed the acorn pin on her chest. He reached down to hold it, his hand dangerously close to her left breast. “Where did you get this?” He asked in a hushed tone.
“One of the girls at the sporting goods store gave it to me.”
“Why?”
“Not sure. Isn’t it cute, though? I may want to get another one.”
Sarah couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
“We can wait until you’re ready before we do this,” Leah said, looking lovingly into her brother’s eyes.
Cory gently wiped away the tears from her cheek and said, “How about now?”
Leah once again lurched forward and embraced her brother, pressing her breasts tightly against his chest. He was in heaven.
“Okay, but don’t forget this!!” Leah said smiling, handing him the jockstrap from off the counter.
“Oh, I wouldn’t,” Cory said with a chuckle, grabbing the jock and heading into the bathroom to change.
He stepped into the bathroom and with so much on his mind, he forgot to lock the door. He tore open the packaging and the jock fell to the floor. As he picked it up, he felt the fabric of the garment and a slight tingle went down his spine.
Hmm, he thought, This is an interesting piece of clothing. He dropped his pants and his boxer shorts and stepped into jock. Pulling it up his legs he started to feel what he thought most sports guys must feel when they wear one - manly. When he brought the strap up to his groin, he wondered if everything would fit properly. Unbeknownst to his family, Cory was gifted with a large set of balls and a full eight-inch cock. He pulled the pouch far from his toned belly with his left hand and reached down and grabbed his package with his right, transferring everything into the pouch of the jock. Everything seemed to fit, which was a huge relief.
He stepped over to the full-length mirror in the bathroom on the backside of the door. He couldn’t help but notice how large his bulge looked in the jockstrap. He turned to the side and admired the protrusion jutting from his groin. He gazed at himself in awe, the jock feeling like a welcome cradle for his equipment. It felt wonderful. Another tingle went down his spine. He was lost in thought when the door flung open. It was his mother. They sat in silence staring at each other. Then Sarah’s eyes went to her son’s crotch and her jaw fell. Cory quickly maneuvered his hands to cover, well try to cover, his package.
“L-L-Leah w-w-wanted to know,” Sarah stammered, not taking her eyes off her son’s crotch, “If you’re hung, hung, hungry?”
“Not really, thanks,” Cory said, snapping out of his trance.
“Maybe I could get you a snack? Like some n-n-nuts, maybe?”
“That’s okay, let me get dressed and we can get started.”
“You’re nuts. You're nutty,” Sarah said with the slur of a drunk.
Moments later Cory entered the living room wearing his pants on over the jock.
“You can’t wear that, I can’t even see the target!” Leah exclaimed.
“What do you want me to wear? What does he wear in the play?”
“For this scene he wears dance tights, but I doubt you have any of those.”
“Sorry, fresh out of dance tights,” Cory chuckled, sighing a bit of relief at having dodged that bullet.
“I know!” Sarah said, lifting her pointer finger. “I’ll be right back!”
When their mom left the room, Leah stepped over to her brother and looked down to his crotch. “How does it fit? Nothing’s going to slip out, right?”
“It actually fits pretty well. It’s tight, but…” He left his statement hanging there. He didn’t want to give anything away about his size. Since he was never really in sports growing up and was very cautious about keeping his privates, private, his mother and sister never really saw him in anything revealing like baseball pants or those trunks that serious swimmers wear. The only possible time they might have caught a glimpse of his size would be when he walked down the hall to his bedroom after a shower. A towel wrapped around him, he’d have to go down the stairs, past the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. He would noticed once in a while, if he was using a white or grey towel, it was thin enough that he could make out the head of his cock in the mirror, down near his knees. But he doubted anyone else noticed.
Soon, Sarah was back holding two pair of tights - one was white and one was light pink. “Which one would you like to wear honey?”
“Are you serious?” Cory asked, looking over to Leah.
Leah shrugged and said, “It’s what he wears in this scene.” Then she batted her eyelashes and Cory, without any further hesitation, knowing it was no use to argue, snatched the white tights from his mother and huffed over to the bathroom once again. He struggled to get the tight fabric up to his waist and he hollered out in frustration.
“Everything alright in there?” His mother said, now standing at the bathroom door.
“Ummm, can you. Help me a second - just you!” He emphasized.
“Sure, honey,” Sarah said and meekly opened the door.
“What’s up?” She asked as she saw the white tights stuck at his thighs. She brought her hand up to stifle a laugh.
“I may need help getting these on - they’re a little small.”
“Oh, they’re stretchy,” Sarah said, stepping further into the bathroom.
“Yeah, well, I tried, but I couldn’t get them over my… Over my… Up to my waist.
Sarah couldn’t help the grin that was now plastered on her face. “Here, let me help you with that,” she said, taking a hold of the front waistband of the tights. “You ready?” She asked, still smirking.
“Just hurry up please!”
“Okay, here goes,” she said, pulling hard on the waistband, momentarily getting hung up on her son’s huge bulge. He winced a bit and she looked up into his eyes. “Sorry hun. Almost got it.” And with one more heave, she managed to get the garment over his protruding appendage.
“There,” she said, stepping back to take a look. “Looks great! Very cute.”
Cory turned to look in the mirror. The tights were stretched so tight, he may as well not be wearing anything. His obscene bulge was on full display, crammed into his new jockstrap.
“You ready, big boy?” Sarah asked, standing behind her son as he looked into the mirror.
“I guess. Let’s do this,” he said, opening the bathroom door. Sarah couldn’t resist slapping him on the ass as they exited the bathroom. Cory turned and gave her a dirty look.
“What? Your ass looks really cute in this!” She said with a chuckle.
He sheepishly held both hands in front of his crotch as he walked down the hall to the living room, his hands not quite big enough to hide everything. Leah could only smile as she saw her brother approaching in the white tights, about to give her free access to kick his most private parts.
Cory turned the corner into the living room, his hands firmly placed over his crotch. He stopped and faced his sister as Sarah came up form behind and pulled his arms back, revealing what his under those tights. “Mother!” Cory scolded.
“I’m sorry son, but you look so cute in those dance tights. I wanted your sister to see. What do you think, Leah? Doesn’t he look great?”
Leah sat in silence, trying not to stare at her brother’s package. But her eyes kept darting between his face and his groin. Oh my god, she thought to herself. That can’t be real!
“Doesn’t he look great?” Sarah repeated with a grin. Leah could only nod, her mouth slowly opening in shock. “Should be an easy target, am I right?” Sarah said, pushing her son closer to her daughter so now his crotch was a mere inches away from her face.
Trying to spare both of them the humility, Cory spoke up, “How about we do the scene over here?” He said walking to the other side of the living room, turning his back to them both.
Leah could sense his anxiety. She slowly walked over to her brother who was once again, hiding his groin with his hands. She stepped in front of him, got really close to where they were toe-to-toe, almost touching. She took both of her brother’s hands into hers and looked into his eyes, her hands millimeters from his giant cock. He didn’t resist as she brought one of his hands up to her left and the other up and to her right. She pulled them wide, drawing him closer to her until her braless breasts pressed against his chest. She brought her hips forward until she made contact with his now lightly stiffening cock. Luckily, the jock kept his boner in check, pushing it toward the floor. “Don’t be ashamed,” Leah whispered in his ear, as she continued pressing herself up against him. He could feel her breath in his ear and smell her beautiful platinum hair. “You look great,” she said in what could be construed as a sultry voice.
His knees almost buckled. “Thank you,” he whispered back. “Are you ready?”
“Let’s do this,” Leah said, looking at her mother with a smile.
“Okay, what’s the scene?” Cory asked, stepping back from his sister. Leah doing everything she could to keep from looking down at his crotch.
“Well, this one takes place in the dance studio, I accidentally kick you in the nuts while dancing, you get mad, we have an argument and I get so mad that I kick you in the nuts again.”
“Okay so I’m a dancer in this scenario, what are you?”
“I’m a dancer, too.”
“So where’s your costume?”
“Well, I figured that’s not really why we’re here. We’re here to have me practice kicking your nuts.”
“Okay then, I’ll just go put my pants back on and we can do the scene.”
“But, but, but,” Leah stuttered. Then she realized he was right and gave in. “Oh, okay, you’re right. I’ll go put on my costume. But it’s not done yet so, no laughing.”
“Deal,” Cory said with a laugh.
Leah ran up to her bedroom and searched for her costume. She had three or four of them because the school hadn't provided the official costume yet so she had to provide her own for now. She grabbed the first one she saw. It was a pink leotard, with a wispy skirt made of netting and white tights. She took off her shirt and looked around for a bra and saw only two ugly sports bras. “That won’t do,” she muttered to herself and pulled on the white tights over her small red thong.
In only her red thong and white tights, she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom for a moment. She looked at herself and a small tingle went down her spine. She felt sexy. She didn’t know why this was even remotely a sexual thing. I’m kicking my brother in the nuts, she thought to herself. It’s not a love scene by any means. Why am I getting turned on? Is he? I doubt it. How can you feel sexy when you are getting your nuts pummeled? Impossible.
Leah pulled up the pink leotard over her tights and pushed each arm through the arm holes. She turned to face the mirror and an “Oh my,” exited her mouth. Much like her brother’s tights, her leotard was tight, getting stretched beyond reason, from her large natural breasts, clearly showing her two dark, quarter-sized nipples. Well, he’s not covering up, why should I? She thought to herself.
“One more thing,” she said aloud. She grabbed her white blouse, took off the acorn pin and fastened it just above her left breast. “There,” she said, and she left her bedroom.
She proudly walked back down the steps, her breasts bobbing with every step. Cory was gobsmacked. Holy shit, he thought to himself. She looks amazing.
Walking right up to her brother, she said, “This is my costume - happy now?”
She noticed he was staring at her tits, she brought her hands up to cover them and said, “Sorry, I don’t have any clean bras right now. Hope you don’t mind?”
Cory could only stare back at her in stunned silence.
“You better hope Mr. Patrick doesn’t see you like that, Leah, or he’ll want you to wear that for the play!” Sarah said with a laugh. Mr. Patrick was the assistant director and a bit of a perv.
“Oh, and we have matching tights!” Leah said with glee. “Now, can we get started already?”
"I'm ready," Cory said.
"Okay, so here’s the scene: you and I are dancing in a ballet and you lift me up and my heel accidentally smashes your balls.”
“That sounds pretty easy,” Cory said, a bit relieved he wouldn’t have to do much acting. “Do I say anything?”
“Well, you act like it hurt - a lot. Make the crowd believe it. Now, I’m not sure how that will go with you wearing that jockstrap. How are your acting skills? Anyway, then you get up and with a squeaky voice you say ‘you did that on purpose you bitch!’ And you wait and let the crowd laugh.”
“Laugh at what?”
“Your squeaky voice. That will be hilarious. Really sell that part, okay?”
“You did that on purpose, bitch!” Cory said, pointing at his sister.
“Good! But remember, with a squeaky voice.”
“Sure, I can do that. So, is that the end of the scene?”
“No silly. I get pissed because you called me a bitch and I haul off and kick you right in the nuts. Now, this is the second time you got hit in the nuts in, like, 30 seconds, so for the second one really ham it up, like it’s the worse pain you’ve ever felt.”
“So is that the end of the scene?”
“Almost,” Leah said, laughing at the next part. “For some reason, a maid comes by and she accidentally pushes her cart right into both of your nuts! Isn’t that great?”
Sarah laughed and suddenly got an idea and left the room.
“First of all, how do you know the cart hit both nuts?” Cory asked.
“Well, that’s what it says in the script.”
“Really? Okay. And second, why do we have to practice that part, that has nothing to do you practicing your kicking! And, I will remind you, I’m not even in the play!"
He has a point, Leah thought to herself.
“Well, I’m not just practicing my kicking,” she said. “I’m practicing my acting. How should I react when the maid hits you in the nuts? Is it funny? Do I show concern for you? Or do I try to get one more kick in?”
“Wait, another kick?”
“Well, you never know? So you have to, for sure, be in this scene, because I might have to kick you again. Now, are you ready to lift me in the air?”
Cory meagerly nodded.
“Okay, let’s start on this end of the living room. You will put your hands on my hips, we take a few strides that way and when you lift me, my right foot will swing back and hopefully hit you square in the nuts.”
“Ahhh, honey, that sounds an awful lot like a back kick,” Sarah said as she entered the living room, now wearing a sexy French Maid costume.
“Mother, what are you wearing?” Leah asked with a laugh.
Cory’s jaw dropped, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never seen his mother dressed like this and she looked hot.
“Relax, you two,” She said. “You’ll see later why I’m wearing this. But as I was saying, Leah, you remember what happened with your last back kick, right? Please be careful.”
Cory started to get nervous, “Wait, you popped that guy’s nut with a back kick?”
“Well, technically, allegedly…yes.” Leah confessed, “But his left nut slipped completely out of his jock so it was his fault, really. If he keeps his nut in his jock, he still has it. And don’t worry, that jock fits you great. And I tell you what, if I do happen to see a nut slip out, I will try to stop myself from kicking you.”
“You will try? Could you please try really hard?”
“I promise. You ready?”
“I guess so.”
The two walked to one end of the living room. “Now put your hands on my hips,” Leah said in a hushed tone like they were on stage. “We’ll take a few steps, and then you’ll lift me.”
“And you’ll do the, the, um, back kick?”
“You got it!” She said, turning around tapping her finger on the tip of his nose in a playful way.
They took off across the living room. After a couple of swift steps, which gave them more momentum than either had anticipated, they got to the middle of the room and Leah yelled “Now!” and Cory lifted his sister by the hips, she exploding with an athletic leap, her right heel exploding into Cory’s balls.
Thinking the jockstrap would actually protect him, Cory hadn’t anticipated quite this much pain. Did he get a defective one? He thought to himself as his life flashed before his eyes.
Did guys really wear these in sports to protect their junk? He wondered to himself. The pain was immense and was literally gut-wrenching. The pain shot from his testicles, like lightning bolts, up into his lower abdomen, causing him to dry heave as he fell to the floor.
Leah stood up and and whispered, “That was great, good job. Real convincing. Now get up and call me a bitch.”
Though in severe pain, Cory knew if he didn’t fight through this, all of this would be over. They’d stop with the practice sessions. No more see-through leotard, no more being this close to her. No more feeling her breath on his neck and smelling her hair.
Through sheer will he brought his left foot up, then his right. Gritting through the pain, he stood up and said with a very squeaky voice, “You did that on purpose, bitch!”
Leah could tell something wasn’t quite right, but she was thrilled when she heard the voice. “You did the voice! That was so perfect! So high! Oh, oh, sorry, this is my line. ‘What did you call me?’”
“I said you’re a bitch,” Cory said with an even higher voice.
Leah placed both of her fists up in front of her face like a boxer or martial artist, crouched down and thrust her right foot up with lightning speed into Cory’s balls. You could hear the smack across the entire room.
Cory collapsed to the floor, curling up from the pain just as his mother turned and grabbed a laundry basket from behind her that she had brought as part of her costume. Leah smiled when she saw what her mother was up to. Cory was too out of it to notice.
“That was awesome! Just like we talked about. The second one will hurt more. Good job!” Leah whispered to her brother, wanting to stay in character. “Now get up, I think the maid is coming.”
Cory used all of his strength to lift his head. He saw his mother in that sexy costume heading toward him. And damn, she looked great. He braced for impact...
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Chapter Four - Aunt Jean to The Rescue
...Cory used all of his strength to lift his head. He saw his mother in that sexy costume heading toward him. And damn, she looked great.
Not sure what was wrong, but wanting to keep the scene going, Sarah started walking around the room like she was pushing a cart. “I’m just the maid, pushing my cart,” she said with a smile, her breasts bobbing up and down with every step. Seeing Cory wasn’t up yet, she tried to buy more time and went the other way across the room. When she got to the end, she set down the basket, bent at the waist, and started going through the clothes that were inside. Leah was the first to notice the thong her mother was wearing. Holy shit, she has a nice ass! Leah thought to herself. If this doesn’t motivate him to get up, I don’t know what will.
She nudged her brother. “You don’t have to keep acting like it hurts this long,” she whispered. “I don’t think that’s very realistic. No guy would be down this long. Get up and face the maid please.”
Cory had to dig deep. When he lifted his head, he spotted his mother bending over the laundry basket. His heart skipped even faster. And Leah was right, it was great motivation. When he got to his feet, Leah stepped over to him and yelled, “Serves you right for calling me that, I hope they turned to mush!”
Leah could see through the corner of her eye that her mom was quickly approaching with the laundry basket in front of her and picking up speed. Cory couldn’t see his mother approaching as his sister was standing right in front of him and at the last second Leah stepped aside, allowing Sarah to slam the basket right into his balls.
Cory yelped as he fell to the floor. He started dry-heaving again.
Sarah turned to Leah and asked, “How was that?!!”
“That was perfect, mom! Thanks for helping us with this scene! Where did you get this outfit?”
“Oh, this lil ‘ol thing? Your dad bought this for me one Halloween. Can you believe I actually wore this to parties? He loved it. Man, I miss him.”
Leah saw her mother getting emotional so she went over and gave her a hug. Leah quickly felt her mother was also not wearing a bra. She chuckled to herself as their breasts mashed against each other.
“I think you may have missed your calling. You were great in that scene!” Leah said, laying it on thick to try to cheer her up.
“Do you think so?” Sarah said, a bit flattered. “I did push that cart pretty well.”
“Well into his nuts!” Leah cackled.
“Maybe we should see what’s up with your brother. What’s he doing on the floor so long?”
They walked over to where Cory lay on the floor, eyes closed.
“Is he sleeping?” Leah whispered to her mom.
“It looks like it," Sarah said, neither woman realizing he had passed out from the pain. "He was up late studying last night. He must be really zonked. Let’s bring him to bed.”
When they got to him and stood over his lifeless body, each woman thought to themselves, “Do his nuts look bigger than before? Hmmm, I must be seeing things.”
“Here, you take his right arm and I’ll take his left,” Sarah said. Cory mumbled something like “Help me,” under his breath.
“We’re helping you, little brother! Let us help you to your bedroom,” Leah shouted as if talking to an elderly deaf person.
They started taking him past the kitchen when they all lost their balance. Their momentum taking them toward the breakfast bar. The ladies tried to stop their momentum, but to no avail as they crashed into one of the high stools, directly into Cory’s swollen nuts. He screeched in pain. But, thanks to the girls still holding onto him, he remained standing. “Sorry about that!” Sarah yelled into his ear. “We’re helping you to your bedroom. Lucky thing you have that jockstrap on, right?”
Cory could only groan. When they got him to his bedroom, they had him turn his back to his bed and they simply pushed him backward into his bed.
“Man, he is out of it. How long was he up last night?” Leah asked.
They turned to look at Cory on the bed, his bulge sticking obscenely into the air. And his nuts certainly looking bigger. They both stared for a good 20 seconds when Sarah spoke up, “We should probably take those tights off, they might cut off his circulation.”
“Good call, mom. His circulation.”
Leah went up the left side of the bed and her mother took the right. They each reached across the bed and grabbed a hold of the waistband of his tights. As they started tugging, Leah quipped, “He does look kind of cute in these tights.”
“You know what? I agree.” Sarah said. “But I don’t think it would be comfortable to sleep in.”
“Circulation,” Leah deadpanned.
“Yes, circulation. Now let’s get this off our little sleepy head.”
As they brought the waist band down his legs, they both had to aggressively tug it up when they got to his balls. They smiled at each other. One knowing exactly what the other was thinking. The waistband slipped out of Leah’s hand and it snapped onto Cory’s right nut. He sprung up in the bed, howled a little howl, then went crashing back to the pillow and passed out again.
“Sorry bud,” Leah whispered. “But, hey, at least you have this jockstrap on! No ruptures for you today!” Both ladies laughed.
Once they had fully removed the tights, they looked at him lying on his back, his bulge protruding even more with the recent swelling.
“Do you think that thing is comfortable to sleep in?” Sarah asked her daughter. Leah knew exactly what she was getting at. She wanted to see just how large that package was under that jockstrap. They both did.
“It looks pretty tight,” Leah said. “I’d be worried about… circulation.”
“Oh, no!” Sarah said, playing right along, glad to hear it wasn’t just her that wanted to see what he was packing. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Yes, yes, circulation. I mean, I’m not sure, if I were a guy, that I would want, that area, to lose circulation.”
“I hear sometimes they have to amputate when something loses blood flow,” Leah added.
“We have no choice.” Sarah said, “We have no choice. He can’t lose his junk!”
“It’s settled, then,” Leah said raising her finger, “Off with the jockstrap!”
“Off with the jockstrap!” Sarah repeated. “Because, you know?”
And in unison, looking at each other, they both said, “Circulation.”
They each took their place at the sides of the bed. Leah started to reach for the jock and her mother joined in. But instead of grabbing the waistband, Leah placed her right hand on Cory’s left nut. “It’s so huge,” she said, “and warm.”
Sarah couldn’t help herself, she placed her left hand on his right nut. “You’re not kidding. It’s like they’re on fire.”
Sarah felt some veins protruding from the nut she was holding. “Do you feel veins on your nut?”
Leah started palpating her nut. “Yes, I do. And it’s pretty swollen.”
“Mine, too!” Sarah said, a little too excitedly. “Let me feel,” Leah said, reaching across the bed to feel his other nut.
“Did you have any idea he was this hung?” Leah asked, surprised how far this conversation was going.
“Leah, please!” Sarah chided her daughter. “That’s your brother!” Then a huge grin formed on her face. “I had no idea! None whatsoever! He’s huge! I can tell you, he didn’t get this from his father. His dad was like a thimble!”
“Really? Well, that’s an awkward thing to know about your dead father. Now I know my dad had a micro penis and my brother is hung like a race horse. What a crazy day it’s been!”
“We have one more crazy thing to do, hun,” Sarah said, bringing her hand to the waistband of the jockstrap. Leah offered no verbal response, she just brought her hand to the other side of the waistband. “You ready? One, two, three.”
They both started peeling the garment down his waist. Slowly, inch by inch, they peeled the jock down. Their eyes started to go wide with every inch that was revealed. Finally, when they passed the head of his cock, they looked at each other and Leah whispered, “Ho-lee-shit! He’s huge!”
Sarah couldn’t disagree, but her motherly instincts kicked in (hey, better late than never, right?) when she took at look at his nuts. “Oh my god,” Sarah said, her jaw dropping.
“I know, right?” Leah said. “I’ll say it again. He. Is. Huge.”
“Look at this!” Sarah said, holding up his right nut. “Why are they so red? I don’t think this is right?”
“You’re over exaggerating,” Leah said, taking a hold of his left nut, “His nut are just fiiiiiiiiii. What is wrong with them? It looks like they were in a fight! I thought this thing was supposed to protect him! What are we going to do?”
“Relax. Breathe,” Sarah said, trying to think of what to do. “Where is my phone?”
“In the kitchen, I think, why?”
“I’m going to call my sister. She’s a nurse, she’ll know what to do.” Sarah’s hands were shaking as she pushed to button to call her sister. “C’mon, answer! I sure hope we didn’t rupture either one of his nuts!”
“Or both,” Leah chimed in, the gravity of the situation setting in.
“Oh, Jean, you’re there! I have an emergency at my house, are you able to come over?… It’s too complicated to explain over the phone… Let’s just say Cory is hurt badly and if you don’t want to lose a nephew and gain a niece, I suggest you come over immediately!”
Jean got the message loud and clear and she rushed over to her sister’s house. Luckily, they live five minutes from each other.
When she arrived, Sarah frantically ushered her in. “What are you wearing?” Jean asked.
“We were doing Leah’s play and Leah kicked Cory in the balls a couple times, but we thought he was wearing protection - I mean, we just bought it at the sporting goods store - anyway, so we kicked him a few times.”
“We?!!” Jean asked.
“Well, I didn’t kick him, but in the scene, the maid runs her cart into the unsuspecting guy, which is supposed to be funny, and so I did that, pretty hard actually, but he’s wearing his jockstrap so he should have been just fine. What have we done?!”
“So am I to deduce that you are playing the maid?” Her sister asked. “And where is this jockstrap you speak of?”
Leah pulled it from off the floor and handed it to her aunt. “Brand new,” was all Leah said.
“Wait, where’s the cup?” Jean asked inspecting the jock.
“The what?” Sarah said.
Oh my god, Jean thought to herself. They think this jockstrap protects a guy’s nuts! Without a cup! Are you kidding me? Oh, this is too good. She loved her nephew but she couldn't pass up this opportunity. She was going to milk this for all it’s worth.
“I better check his testicles,” she said to the room.
She was a little taken aback when she pulled the blanket back that was covering him and she saw how huge his dick was, “Oh my god!” She shrieked at the sight.
“That bad?” Sarah asked with concern.
“Well, um, I had better take a look,” she said taking a hold of his left nut from the right side of the bed. Oh my god, she thought to herself. This thing is huge. I better check for ruptures.
Her panties started to moisten as she probed the injured nut. How did this kid stay standing for multiple blows? Look at how red they are! She thought to herself. As she examined his left nut, a huge shot of energy surged to her loins.
“Well, there are no ruptures here,” she said as Leah and Sarah sighed in relief. “Tell me again what happened. And slowly this time.”
Leah took over the explanation. “Well, we were practicing a scene for the play I’m in.”
“You’re in the college play?” Jean asked with pride.
“Yes, and I’m the lead!” Leah beamed back. “And like I said, we were practicing this scene where he lifts me from behind and I slam my heel into his nuts. Of course, he has the jockstrap on, so he’s protected.”
“Of course, of course,” Jean chimed in. “Go on.”
“And well, now that I think about it, I did hit him pretty hard,” she explained.
“Yes,” Jean said, juices rushing to her vag. “That was with a back kick you say? Was it a direct hit, or did you barely get him?”
“Oh, it was smack dab right up between both of them - and hard. With my heel.”
Jean shuddered at the thought. “That’s so awesome. I mean, good aim! Then what happened?”
“Well, next he gets up and calls me a bitch, you know, for the play, not for real. And I punt straight up between his legs with all my might. It was a pretty good shot, I must say, this was only my second time kicking a guy there, so I thought I did pretty good.”
“Oh, you did excellently," Jean said encouraging her niece. "And he had his jockstrap on so why not kick with all your might? I’m guessing that put an end to things pretty quickly?”
“Not really, because the next part, mom comes in as…”
“Let me guess. As the maid?”
“Wow, you are really smart Aunt Jean. How did you know that?”
“A woman’s intuition, I guess. I better take a look at his other testicle.”
As she rounded the bed, she got a good look at Leah’s costume. “Is this what you will be wearing in this production?”
“Most likely, yes. Or something like it. Do you like it?”
“It fits you well. I bet my boys would like it.”
“Ohhh, Aunt Jean, stop teasing me.”
“So tell me again what the maid’s role is?”
“So the maid comes into the dance studio, you know, cleaning it up, when she accidentally slams the cart into the guys nuts.”
“Of course, that makes sense. And, Sarah, did you slam something into your son’s groin while acting this out?”
“I did! That laundry basket over there. I think I may have got him with the handle. It made really good contact!”
Feeling around Cory’s right nut only brought more juices to her womanhood. She felt a couple soft spots, nothing too serious, but lots of swelling. I can’t believe these dingbats thought this jockstrap would actually protect him. He’s lucky he didn’t rupture both balls, she thought to herself as she finished her exam. This was too funny - and exciting! She had to find a way to convince them to keep practicing.
“Oh, and then, when we were bringing him to bed, we accidentally fell into a stool and his nuts smashed into the stool,” Leah said sheepishly.
“Well, you guys are darn lucky he had this jockstrap on!” Jean said, trying to sound convincing. “I would hate to think how this would have gone without it!”
“Right?” Sarah said. “We went and bought that for him tonight!”
“How thoughtful of you. So what’s your plan now?” Jean asked her sister.
“Well, I’m guessing Leah should just stop these practices altogether, right? His nuts look pretty bad don’t you think?”
Jean sat and looked pensive for a moment. Leah was worried that the practices would be called off. “Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Jean said. “Leah, you say you’re the lead in this play?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she said with pride.
“And you say he was wearing protection?”
“Yep, that jockstrap,” Sarah chimed in.
“Hmmmm, well, the good news is, I think his nuts are going to be just fine. I’d say, as long as you keep using protection, you should be able to continue with the practices.”
“Yeah, but, that jockstrap didn’t seem to work too well,” Sarah said, a bit concerned. “I think I might take it back and explain to the salesgirl that it was defective.”
“Oh, I don’t think you have to go that far. Hand me that jock,” Jean said reaching her hand out. Leah picked it up off the bed and handed it to her aunt. “Look at this stitching. That’s high-quality stitching. All of that kicking and there are no signs of any wear or tear on this thing. And look at this pouch. Plenty of room to cup and support his entire package, well mostly. You don’t need to return this.”
“Is that the same kind your boys wear for hockey?” Sarah asked.
“Ahhh, um, yeah, they wear ones just like this. I mean, it’s a little different because it’s for hockey. But the same concept.”
“Well, if they’re wearing those for hockey they must work pretty well. Those hockey pucks are hard,” Sarah said, feeling a little relieved that they didn’t have a defective jock.
“And skates,” Jean reminded the two of them.
“Oooh, ouch,” Leah said. “I would not want a skate to the balls!”
“Haha, no you wouldn’t,” Jean said, playing along. “Like you said, that would hurt.”
“So his balls are pretty swollen, what do you suggest we do?” Sarah asked.
“Honestly, I would say his balls could have taken much more. They are resilient little suckers. Now, the jockstrap doesn’t prevent all pain - it’s not supposed to - it’s just there to absorb the blows, to prevent injuries.”
“Like ruptures!” Leah said cheerfully.
“Yes, like ruptures. You are a smart cookie, young lady.” Leah beamed with pride.
All three ladies turned to look at Cory's swollen package.
“So you think it’s okay to keep practicing on him?” Leah asked with hope in her voice.
“Oh, absolutely,” Jean said much to Leah’s delight. “I’d actually recommend you start first thing in the morning tomorrow with some more kicks, while his nuts are still warm from tonight. It will help with keeping things moving.”
Sarah didn’t know what to make of that, but Jean must know best. She’s the nurse after all.
“I’d maybe skip the theatrics and just concentrate on kicking straight to the groin. You know, so you can get your technique down. You can get to the acting part later.”
“Oh, okay,” Sarah said, a little taken aback by the advice. “How many kick do you think he could take?”
“Well, as long as that jockstrap covers everything, I’d say you could do as many kicks as Leah needs. I mean, you’re doing this for her, not him, right?”
“Yeah,” Leah piped up. “Why should we go by his schedule? I’m the one that needs the practice.”
“And I’d recommend administering kicks on a daily basis. You know, to help keep things moving,” Jean said.
“Okay, we’ll have to clear a schedule,” Sarah said. “Will there be this much swelling every time she practices,” Sarah asked.
“More than likely, yes. But I wouldn’t panic if you see any. I think it’s funny you thought this was a reason to call me. Don’t get me wrong, you did the right thing. But testicles can take quite a pounding without requiring medical attention. And with that protection on, I’d say kick away!”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Sarah said to her sister. “Thank you so much for coming over. I thought maybe he had ruptured a nut, so I decided to call. Sorry for the inconvenience it may have caused you.”
“Oh, nonsense. You can call me any time, even with something as minor as this. I might even join you for a session or two. You know, in case you need a nurse to take a look at things.”
“Oh, Aunt Jean, you’re the best!” Leah said, giving her a huge hug.
“I may even bring one of my daughters, if that’s okay with you two?”
“You can bring ‘em both, if you’d like,” Sarah said. “Isn’t one of them in a nursing program right now?”
“Yes, Jeanette is in her second year now. She’s loves it.”
“That’s wonderful. We would love to have all three of you over sometime,” Sarah said with a smile.
*
Chapter Five - The Morning After
Cory stirred awake with a groan. Where am I? He thought to himself. Oh, man, I’m sore. He lifted his blanket and noticed he was completely nude. He brought his right hand down to his package and gently lifted his nuts. “Oh, yeah, I helped out Leah last night,” he said to himself, rolling his balls around in his hand. “Man, that was great."
Still groggy, he reached over to grab what he thought were his pajamas, but it was the white tights from the night before. Sitting up in bed, he placed his feet into the tights and stood up as he pulled them up. He winced when the waistband bumped his balls, but he managed to get them on over his large and swollen package.
In the kitchen Sarah was cooking up some scrambled eggs for the family when Leah shuffled in. “That smells good mom,” she said. “What are you making?”
“Thanks, hun. I’m making some scrambled eggs,” Sarah said with a slight smirk, turning towards her daughter. “Are those new pajamas?” She said with a slight surprise in her voice.
“Yeah, I got these at Victoria’s Secret last week. Do you like them?”
The morning outfit consisted of a sheer pink nightie with a white fur lining on the top and bottom hems, coming down just past her waist. Under that she wore matching pink panties that were made of some sort of shiny fabric that really accentuated her round ass. A keen eye would notice a little squirrel embroidered on the front.
“They’re really cute, but shouldn’t you be wearing a bra under that? It’s quite sheer.”
“Oh, mother, you know our agreement. I only have to wear a bra when I go out in public. Besides, it would totally ruin the look, don’t you think?”
“I guess. I just worry your brother might get the wrong idea. Like you’re trying to seduce him, or something.”
“C’mon, mom. He’s not like that. He’s sweet. He doesn’t look at me like some perv. I bet he loves it.”
“Yeah, I bet he does as well.”
“That was so fun last night,” Leah said with a smile. “He’s so sweet to be helping me like this.”
“He’s a good man. Not many brothers would do this for their sisters, you know.”
“I know mom. And he’s a much better actor than Brendon at school. Every time I kick him, there’s just no reaction. It’s like he’s wearing some super jock or something.”
“Well, you guys are just getting started, I’m sure he’ll get better.”
“He better or his mother will not be happy.”
“His mother?”
“Yeah, she’s the director. She’s nice and everything,” Leah said, opening the refrigerator, the light from the open door making her nightie even more transparent. “But I can tell she sometimes has a temper. But I think that’s good. We need someone who is strict and will keep the whole cast in line.”
“Maybe you should go get your brother up for breakfast?”
“Sure mom,” Leah said, heading toward the hallway. Then she stopped. “How do you think he’s doing? You don’t think I hurt him last night, do you?”
“He did look pretty swollen, but your Aunt Jean is a medical expert and she seems to think he was just fine, and that we overreacted.”
“Yeah, we probably did. Which is good because I can’t wait to practice on him again this morning! That will be fun!”
“Your aunt did say that it would be good for his nuts if we got him going again this morning,” Sarah said, bringing her hand up to her mouth to stifle a laugh and looking across the kitchen. Leah noticed her mother’s gaze and turned to look where she was looking.
Leah exploded in laughter. “Good morning little brother! How you feeling this morning?”
The sight of him entering the kitchen with nothing but the white tights on, his huge dick on full display, running down the left side of the tights and his huge balls protruding out in full 3D, would be enough for anyone to breakout in laughter.
Cory, still in a daze, and not realizing he had put the tights on instead of his pajamas, ignored their laughter. “Smells really good, mom. What are we having?”
“I thought I’d whip up some scrambled eggs in your honor this morning.”
“Why in his honor?” Leah asked, totally missing the joke.
“Oh, honey. If you have to explain the joke, it’s just not as funny.”
Cory made his way to the stools next to the breakfast bar causing Leah to chuckle to herself, thinking about how her brother had his nuts smashed by those very stools.
“What’s so funny?” Cory asked in a groggy tone.
“Oh, if you have to explain it…right mother?”
“Right, honey. You’re catching on.”
Cory gingerly sat on the stool and winced a bit as he sat down, his sore balls contracting under the pressure.
“How are your eggs this morning,” Sarah asked, seeing him struggle.
“Scrambled eggs! Now I get it!” Leah said, finally getting the joke.
Knowing he couldn’t let on that he was in pain, lest their arrangement be canceled, Cory mumbled with his head down. “They’re fine. I feel good. That was fun last night.”
“Excellent,” Sarah said, looking around for a serving spoon. “Because we plan on doing more this morning.”
“Really?” Cory said, lifting his head to look at his mother.
“Yes, really, if you’re up for it. Your aunt was over last night and she suggested we keep going with the kicking. She said it would be good for your circulation.”
“Aunt Jean was over last night? When?”
Not wanting to alarm him about why she came over, Sarah said, “Yeah, she was returning some items to me and we told her about how you’re helping out your sister. And since she’s a nurse and all, she said it would be healthy for your, ahh, groin, if you received kicks daily. You know, to keep the circulation going.”
Leah stifled a laugh and chimed in. “Yeah, for your circulation.” The two ladies shared a knowing glance.
“Aunt Jean knows about this?” Cory said a bit upset.
“Well, of course, honey. You should be grateful. She’s a nurse and if anything, god forbid, should happen, to your, you know… it’s nice to know she’s just a few minutes away.”
“You think something is going to happen to my nuts? Even with the jockstrap?!”
“No, no, no, that’s not what I’m saying,” Sarah said, trying to put her son at ease. “That's a brand new jockstrap. It’s just that, if something DID happen, we have her as an insurance policy. You should feel good about that!”
“She won’t tell her daughters, will she?”
“Ahhh, no, I don’t think…what would she tell… I don’t think she will, no.”
Trying to change the subject, Sarah asked Leah to get the orange juice out of the fridge, that breakfast was almost ready. Still looking for a serving spoon, Sarah reached for a drawer just to the left of the fridge.
“This damn thing always sticks,” Sarah said, trying to open a drawer. “Honey, can you help your mother out?”
“Sure, ma,” Cory said, easing himself off the stool and making his way around the breakfast bar towards his mother.
Leah, now looking in the fridge for the orange juice, called out to her mother, “Mom, where is the OJ?”
“It’s in there somewhere, hun.”
Leah bent way over, looking deep into the refrigerator. Her nightie slid up her hips, the white fur lining now resting atop her amazing ass, the pink panties shining in the morning light. Cory was transfixed. He had never seen such a view of his gorgeous older sister. His heart raced and in seconds his cock started to stiffen and was soon pushing even further down the left leg of his tights. The two ladies were too preoccupied with their tasks at hand to notice, but that would soon end.
Sarah continued to pull on the drawer.
“I don’t see it!” Leah cried out, bending even further forward to search the fridge.
“I can see it,” Cory mumbled to himself. “And it’s amazing.”
“Well, for heaven’s sake!” Sarah said, now getting frustrated at her daughter and the drawer as she kept pulling at the drawer.
Cory stepped closer to his mother to help with the drawer, his eyes still glued to his sister’s beautiful ass, her mound now clearly visible between her legs.
Suddenly his mother freed the drawer with a might pull and WHAM!! The corner of the drawer slammed into Cory’s right nut, sending him stumbling forward and the only thing to catch his fall was his sister’s curvy ass. It almost looked as though he was humping her from behind. His arms wrapped around her waist to keep from falling.
Sarah gasped at where the drawer hit her son as Leah gasped that her brother was now seemingly attempting to take her from behind.
Leah quickly stood up, shoving her ass into her brother’s groin, causing him to fall backward into the breakfast bar, where he caught himself, then crumpled to the floor, landing on his back, passed out from the pain.
Leah turned around, not knowing what was going on. With Cory now lying on the floor his huge cock, still hard and on full display through the white tights, both ladies could see his right nut swelling right before their eyes.
“What happened?!!” Leah screeched.
“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry!” Sarah said reaching out to her son. “Are you okay?”
“What happened?!” Leah yelled again.
“I’m afraid, when I was attempting to open this drawer, it slammed into your brother.”
“Into his nuts?” Leah cried.
“Well, it appears, from the look of things, to have only made contact with his right nut, I think. Am I right dear?” Sarah said, now crouching down to inspect the damage. But her son didn’t respond.
“Cory! Are you alright?!” His mother said, now kneeling on his left side, shaking him by the hips.
“Mother, what did you do?!” Leah chided, now kneeling on his other side.
“It was an accident! I was trying to open the drawer and I think he may have been a bit distracted by your bending over and didn’t see it coming.”
Sarah leaned in closer to get a look at her son’s right nut. As she did so, her right hand, which was on his left hip slid onto his thigh and then directly on top of his still throbbing cock. She was so caught up in attending to the injury that she didn’t even notice.
After about 30 seconds of palpating his right nut, Leah noticed where her mother’s other hand was. “Umm, mother?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Umm you may want to move your other hand.”
“What’s that dear? I’m trying to see if I broke anything.”
“Your other hand. It’s ummm, on his… on his, ahhh, his…”
Sarah looked down and was horrified where her hand was and instead of lifting it straight up, she slid it down the entire length of her son’s cock.
“Oh, my!” Sarah blurted out, now lifting her right hand in the air. “I thought that was his thigh! Oh, dear!”
Leah started laughing and was now out-and-out staring at her brother’s appendage. “Look at the size of that thing,” she said under her breath. “What did it feel like?”
“Leah Christine!” Sarah chastised her daughter. “He’s your brother! It was an accident. I did not mean to put my hand there.”
“I thought it looked huge last night, but he could play baseball with that thing. Look at it!”
Sarah couldn’t help herself. She turned her eyes to take it in. “It is impressive,” was all she could say.
“Should we call Aunt Jean?”
“Ummm, maybe we should wait a few minutes. Remember, she said to call only if it was something serious.”
“You don’t think it’s ruptured, do you?” Leah asked, obsessing over that word ever since she learned about it less than 24 hours ago. “It would be a bummer if you ruptured him.”
“It didn’t feel like it to me. You want to take a look?”
Leah was mildly shocked at the question from her normally conservative mother, but she didn’t want to pass up this opportunity. “Well, his right nut is closer to me so... Sure, I’ll take a look,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
As she leaned forward, Sarah could see her daughter’s tits fall forward under her sheer nightie. Then she looked over to her son with his huge cock on display. My two kids could be porn stars, she thought to herself. Leah methodically slid her hand under the waistband of her brother's tights and took the right nut in her hand and started feeling around with her thumb.
“What do you think?” Sarah asked, concerned something may have popped.
“I mean, it’s definitely swollen,” she said, shifting over to her left to get a better grip. “But, I don’t feel any cracks or anything.”
“Good, good. That’s good,” Sarah said, lowering herself so she was now sitting on her butt.
“I think he’s going to be okay.”
Leah continued to probe the nut, now buying herself more time to stare at her brother’s cock. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. She wanted to grab it so badly. Look at that thing! She thought to herself. It’s so huge, how could any girl take it?
“Ahhh, honey, are you done with your examination?”
That snapped Leah out of her trance. “Well, don’t you think we should take a look at his other nut? What if you hit that one, too?”
Sarah wasn’t sure what her daughter was up to, but she wasn’t wrong. They probably should check it, just to make sure. “Well, you’re in there already. Why don’t you take a look?”
Leah nodded, trying desperately not to show her excitement. With her right hand still down her brother’s tights, she stood up higher on her knees and started to slide her hand to the other side.
This should be interesting, Sarah thought to herself. How is she going to manage this?
When Leah got near the right side of his groin she momentarily stopped and looked up at her mother. “I…I think I may need to move some things around to get to his left nut,” Leah said in a serious tone. Sarah didn’t object, giving a subtle nod. Well, I got to touch it, it’s only fair that she does, Sarah thought to herself.
Leah held her breath as she lifted the waistband of the tights with her left hand and reached in with her right. She couldn’t believe this was happening. But there was no stopping now. Leaning forward, her heavy tits swaying under her, she reached further into his tights and grabbed a hold of the magnificent appendage. It’s so warm, She thought to herself. And still hard... Really hard. She carefully pulled her brother’s cock up towards his waist, briefly snagging the head of his cock on his tights.
“Be careful,” Sarah uttered. “We wouldn’t want to break that.”
Leah gave her mother a snotty look as if to say, “Please mother, I got this.”
Gently, she pulled back on the cock, looking like a race car driver shifting into a different gear. She rested it pointing straight up to his bellybutton. Sarah stepped in and pulled the tights down to his knees, giving her much more room for the inspection.
“It looks even bigger like that,” Sarah whispered, not sure if her daughter could hear her.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Leah retorted. Both ladies smiled a nervous smile at each other.
“This is much better,” Leah said, reaching over to grasp the left nut. She rolled the orb around gently, inadvertently resting her forearm on her brother’s cock. Feeling the heat radiating from his dick, Leah glanced down to see where her arm rested. Holy shit, she thought. It’s as big as my forearm!
“What do you think?” Sarah asked, truly concerned. “I didn’t get that one, too, did I?”
“I think you lucked out, mom. It feels just fine.”
“I think maybe it’s him who lucked out!” Sarah said with a laugh, causing both ladies to burst out in laughter, cutting the tension considerably.
“You want to give it a feel?” Leah asked.
“I trust you, hun,” Sarah said, feeling she already felt things quite enough. Sarah stood up to get some ice out of the freezer. “Can you go get him a pillow from the sofa, I think we will just let him rest here until things have, um, gone down,” she said to her daughter.
“Good idea, mom. I’ll be right back.”
Moments later Leah returned with the pillow and a pensive look on her face.
“I know that look, what’s wrong?” Sarah asked
“It’s just that I was looking forward to practicing more of my kicks today and now it doesn’t look like that will happen.”
“Don’t be so sure. The day is young. Let me call my sister.”
“You did what?!” Jean cried out on the other end of the line.
“It was an accident. It’s not like I was trying to hit him in the nuts.”
“Was it bad? Which part of the drawer got him?”
“The stupid thing was stuck and I was pulling so hard and I’m pretty sure the corner of the drawer hit him. He went down hard!”
Leah couldn’t help but whisper, “Oh, he was hard alright,” to her mother who waved her hand at her, telling her to stop.
“Oh, ouch!” Jean said with a laugh. “Did he pass out?”
“Yes, he did, like right away. Is that normal?”
“Oh, sure. If a guy gets hit hard enough in the testicles, it can make him pass out. Especially if he’s not wearing protection! Was he wearing his jockstrap?”
“Unfortunately, he was not wearing his jockstrap. Maybe he should start wearing that thing 24-7?”
“He might want to!” Jean said with a laugh. “I’m guessing you checked his nut, or do you need me to come over?”
“Yeah, we checked it pretty thoroughly and it seems like it’s just swollen. Nothing feels broken, right dear?” Sarah said, looking over at her daughter who nodded in the affirmative.
“We?” Jean said with a bit of a surprise in her voice.
“Well, yeah, Leah is a big girl. She has to be able to step up on such occasions.”
“What a sweet sister,” Jean said. “I’m pretty sure neither one on my daughters would do the same for their brothers.”
“Well, that sweet sister wants to know if it’s okay if she continues practicing kicking her brother in the nuts today. Do you think that will be alight?”
Leah, waited for an answer with bated breath. And Jean couldn't pass up this opportunity.
“I don’t see why not,” Jean said a matter of factly. “I’d probably wait until he wakes up, but once he’s on his feet, I’d say go for it.”
“Are you able to come by? You know, in case something happens?”
“I’d love to, but I have to bring my boys to hockey practice. But if there’s an emergency, please know you can call me any time.”
“Thank you so much Jean. It really means a lot to us. I’ll only call if it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Wonderful, you take care sis.”
“You too. Oh, and be sure your boys are wearing their jockstraps to practice. We’d hate for anything to happen to them. Hockey can be so dangerous!”
“Oh, they won’t leave the house without them on. Bye-bye, Sarah.”
“Goodbye, Jean.”
“So what did she say?” Leah asked with excitement in her voice.
“She said as soon as he wakes up that you can start practicing again, isn’t that great?”
“Oh, mom, that’s awesome! Thanks for talking to her. It’s so great we have a nurse in the family!”
“We almost have two! Her daughter Jeanette is almost done with her schooling. Soon, she’ll be a registered nurse as well!”
“How cool is that?”