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A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 2)
Date: 7/22/2016, Categories: First Time Masturbation Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
"So how are we doing today?" No sooner had Mom said bye to me and walked out the door than Mandy walked in to check on me, starting her 'shift'. "I'm alright, just kind of stiff," I said. "Oh really? Need some help?" Mandy replied walking around in front of me, ready to aid me. I pushed the foot of the recliner down and rocked forward to stand up without using my hands. "No, I've just been in the chair too long." "Oh, that. I see.” I almost laughed at her misinterpretation. “So, what? Your neck? Back?" "Yeah," I said, stretching. "Maybe I'll run around some today." "You should walk around, but no running. The doctor said to rest to give yourself time to heal." "Oh, come on. I can run a little." "No, Kenneth, it's not good for you right now. You'd be jerking your hands around too much," She said, demonstrating with a fake run. "And it could mess up your dressing." "Fine." I walked around the house for a few minutes, but quickly got bored and came back in to sit down. Mandy made sure everything was set up for me. "Make sure you drink plenty of water." "I know, Mandy." She started channel surfing for me, as was our routine. After a few minutes, we'd cycled through. "There's nothing on." "Want me to put in a movie?" "God, I'm tired of not being able to use my hands. It sucks! I can't do anything. Can't play video games, can't take a shower, can't ...
... eat food without help." "I know," Mandy said sympathetically. "And it makes me feel bad that you guys have to wait on me constantly." "Don't worry about that, Kenny. I don't mind, really. I don't have that much to do in the summer when I'm not babysitting, anyway." "It's not your fault my hands got burned, you know. I'm the one who grabbed the damn pot wrong." "Well, it's a little my fault," she replied. "And you know I'd help you out either way." I knew she was right. Helping others was just Mandy's nature. "Aaaand, it's good practice for babysitting," she smirked. "Yeah, I guess so," I said. "Oh, I'm just k**ding. You're not nearly as much trouble as a toddler. He's always running around getting into stuff. And doesn't always smell that great." There hardly ever seemed to be anything out of Mandy’s mouth that you couldn’t imagine her saying to some old lady at church. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not the best smelling either," I said, raising an arm. "I need to take a bath. Haven't had one since Saturday. Should of had one last night, but they're such a pain in the butt. I hadn't taken a bath in years. I have to use that stupid scrub brush, which I can't really hold with my wrists, so I just end up laying there soaking in soapy water for a while with my arms sticking up, then get out and put on that bathrobe to dry." "Why don't I help you?" "What?" I should have ...