Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... bullet vibe and had a shaking orgasm. This was so much better than stroking my dick. Afterward, Steph snuggled under the blanket and quickly fell asleep.

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The next morning I woke, still inside Steph's head. I was both thankful, and scared. What if this was my reality now? I had to know more about what had happened to me in the aftermath of the auto accident, so I used my phone to search for every hospital in town's phone number, after compiling the list I began calling them one at a time.

"Hello, I'd like to ask how Carl Martin is doing, he was admitted last Friday evening, he was in a bad car wreck." I spoke into the phone.

"Are you a family member?" the woman's voice asked.

"I'm his sister, Stephanie." I lied.

"One moment please." The voice put me on hold and then a short time later she resumed the call and said that Carl was still in a coma.

"Can he have visitors?" I asked.

"Visiting hours on his ward are between 10am and noon, and then again from 3pm until 7pm." She explained.

I had several hours until I could visit, I just needed to see for myself. I knew this wasn't a dream by now, and I suppose I just needed that final nudge to convince myself that something very strange was going on.

I went through my closet looking for something to wear, but apparently Stephanie wasn't one for conservative apparel. In fact, quite a bit of what hung in her closet would have been right at home while twirling around a silver pole while lecherous old men ...

... drooled as they stared at her. Then far in the back of the closet, I saw it. The red dress I'd worn to that Halloween party a few years ago. That wasn't possible, but there it was, the same dress, with the same large buttons on it. It was the same dress I'd seen in my earliest dreams that involved Stephanie. What were the odds that she had the exact same dress as the one I had bought from a thrift store? I put the dress on, found a pair of flats and after a quick application of light makeup, I was off to the hospital, and terrified of what I'd find there.

The ride up the elevator left me nodding my head, and thinking that regardless of what I saw, I'd keep myself under control. I reasoned that I was still alive, that Carl was still alive, and that this all may still end well. I might wake up, and hopefully, I'll have remembered everything I did behind Steph's eyes. But walking into that room changed everything.

Carl looked like one of those scenes in a movie, electrodes, tubes, and monitors surrounded him, and I could see that while he was covered with a sheet, his left leg ended a bit above where his knee would have been. His face was swollen, and covered in cuts along the left side of his face, his left arm was in a huge cast that protruded out from his body with a kind of brace that held it at that awkward angle, and his fingers stuck out from the cast like extra-fat, discolored sausages. For all the control I had promised myself, the tears fell from my eyes like rain. ...