The Wreck of the Horstfels - Sex Stories

The Wreck of the Horstfels

CHAPTER THREE I had been back from leave at the Army Pay Corps barracks for only a day or so when I went down with severe stomach cramps. The camp doctor depressed the right side of my abdomen, I gasped in pain and by the afternoon I was in a private room at Worthingthorpe Hospital scheduled for an operation to remove my appendix that evening. It was the first time in my life that I had been admitted to hospital. My step-mother Adalind arived at my bedside at around three o'clock, and shortly afterwards a young student nurse wheeled in a trolley equipped with a bowl of steaming hot water, a shaving brush, a cut-throat razor and a towel. "Your step-son's abdominal hair has to be removed prior to surgery," she announced to Adalind and, opening the razor, offered it to her. "Seeing that he's nineteen,there is no way I personally will be shaving his genitals," she snapped and with that abandoned the trolley and left us to it. Adalind rose and said she would fetch the ward sister, and returned with this person a few minutes later. Ingeborg, or Inge as she preferred to be called was a good-looking, slender woman rather broad in the shoulder, six feet in height in her stockinged feet, late thirties to early forties in age, with golden hair and plenty of it piled up inside her starched cap. She had green eyes black-lined at the outer corners for a somewhat exotic look, regular features but her mouth was small and could look severe when severity was called for, as befitted her station ...

... in life. A magnificent creature, perhaps descended from the Valkyries. "If you've no objection your step-mother can stay," Inge said, "I know you're a big boy but no doubt she's seen it often enough before," and with that she locked the door and returned to my bedside. "Take off your pyjama bottoms," she commanded, and then sat at my hip to work on my pubic hair with a pair of scissors. I did what I could to maintain decorum but my penis was soon erect. I must have looked sheepish for she said, "Don't worry about it, it's not the first time I've excited a handsome boy young enough to be my son. By the way, why were you circumcised?" "As a baby the foreskin stopped me peeing properly and so the surgeons removed it." "I think his penis has a lovely shape without it," Adalind chimed in and they both laughed. I felt discomfited, but not really put out. "Right," the ward sister said, soaping the shaving brush. "Now I'm going to shave off the stubble on your testes and pubis." It was a lovely experience to have Inge soap me, and then begin careful scraping with the cut-throat razor. Nevertheless I was rather fearful of this instrument and so maintained a respectful silence. "Pubic hair is unhygienic," the ward sister told my step-mother. "You should shave him down there regularly." At this all three of us broke out into uproarious laughter causing Inge to put her forefinger to her lips and point towards the door. After about five minutes Inge wiped my testes and pubis dry with the ...