Falling for my Sister's Boyfriend 02

Ch12

This time Sarah was accompanied by my mother. She placed her hand on my arm and gave me a slight smile.

"How is Kelly?" I asked, assuming she had spent a great deal of time with her since the swapped operations.

My mom let out a sigh.

"Not so good sweetheart. They called in a plastic surgeon from California to see what they could do for her. Unfortunately the way the procedure was performed would not lend to a very desirable repair. They also discovered that in shrinking her nipple size they severed the nerves that supply them."

"What does that mean, mom?"

She let out another deep sigh.

"She's lost all feeling in her chest and nipples."

I felt a twinge of guilt that was interrupted by my nurse.

"As for you Andy...you are scheduled to go home." Sarah said as she handed me a folder of aftercare instructions, as well as a list of contacts ranging from psychiatrists to physical therapists.

After a brief visit from Dr. Stevens I soon found myself in the passenger side of my mom's Lexus.

The once inconsequential bumps in the road now caused sharp pains, and the welcome sensation of my larger breasts moving up and down.

As I looked down my vision was dominated by the swells underneath my oversized white tee shirt.

Oh sure the surgical dressings and support bra exaggerated their size a bit, but this was definitely going to take getting used to.

During the car ride I thought about my sister and Jason. I definitely still had feelings for him, but, from what I'd been told, he was being loyal and supportive to my sister.

I decided I would just play it safe and not force anything...for now.

At home I had finally gotten comfortable on the couch when my mom called out. "Time to change your bandages!"

I exhaled. Part of me was annoyed that I would have to move, and the other was nervous. This would be the first look I would get of my chest.

My mom motioned for me to sit at her vanity.

As I carefully peeled away the bandages, my heart raced with anticipation. The room was filled with a subtle scent of floral candles and my mom's makeup as the sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, creating a warm ambiance. Each layer revealed a step closer to unveiling my transformed self.

With a deep breath, I looked down, and there they were, my new breasts. The first glimpse felt surreal, a culmination of choices and a strange twist of fate. The initial sight was met with a mix of emotions. Excitement, relief, and a trace of vulnerability. I couldn't help but marvel at the skilled work of my surgeon and the transformation that had taken place beneath those bandages.

As I inspected every detail, a sense of empowerment crept in, replacing any lingering doubt with a newfound confidence.

Even with the swelling and their current unsettled position, they were still beautiful. I let the backs of my fingers gently trace them. If it wasn't for the slight tingling sensation that resulted, I don't think I would have believed that they were actually a part of me.

There was a sudden, "MmmHHM" as my mom cleared her throat, snapping me out of my euphoric state.

Ch13

The next day Kelly was sent home. She understandably spent most of her time in her room only coming out to eat and use the bathroom.

Her room was close to mine, and I could hear her sobbing uncontrollably every night. Any malice or resentment I held for my sister was slowly fading away...

One night I was sitting on the couch. My freshly shaved legs were curled under me in a feminine pose, my damp brown hair tickling the backs of my shoulders that were left exposed by the white tank top I was wearing.

I was supposed to have on the support bra the doctor gave me, but putting it on right after showering was the worst, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't like seeing my erect nipples poking against the thin fabric of my top.

A knock at the door averted my attention away from the TV.

My mom answered, it was Jason. He looked dashingly handsome, even though he was just in a t-shirt and jeans. He was carrying flowers among other gifts.

As my mom escorted him to Kelly's room, I was unintentionally watching him like a hawk. Jason's scent wasn't strong but it was undeniably his. He kept his eyes forward until I cleared my throat.

While I only held his gaze for a brief moment, I could feel my heart racing. I wanted to go back to my dream, I wanted to be his girl.

I heard the door to Kelly's room click shut, and it snapped me back to reality. My mom shot me a stern look as she passed by me.

Ch14

As light flooded into the living room, I realized I must have fallen asleep on the couch. My chest was sore so I wiggled myself upright and made my way to my medicine cabinet to grab my pain pills.

After popping a couple of the pills, I took off my top and looked in the mirror. Even though they were still bruised, swollen and not yet in their settled position, my breasts looked really good.

After sliding on my compression bra, I slid back on my little spaghetti strap tank top.

The tight bra in combination with how high my breasts were sitting on my chest, gave me an obnoxious amount of cleavage.

I sat at my new vanity, and began brushing through my awfully tangled hair.

Even without makeup, I was obsessed with my reflection. I was still taking my unprescribed hormones, and their effects were really beginning to show in my improved complexion and in the softness of my skin.

My mom poked her head in my room.

"I'm heading to the store honey, text me if you need anything"

I smiled and nodded

"Also can you keep an eye on your sister, her infected incisions looked a little rough last night, she might need help cleaning them and changing her bandages."

I gave another nod, and my mom was out the front door.

After what seemed like ages brushing my hair, I slid on a pair of panties, and some sweatpants.

My toned midriff was showing, and despite the looseness of the sweats, my hips and butt were still very apparent.

I felt super hot to say the least.

I tied my hair in a quick ponytail, and started to make a sandwich.

Realizing I haven't heard anything out of Kelly yet I decided to check on her.

I poked my head in her cracked door. I could tell her breathing was thin and sharp as if she was in pain.

"Kelly...can I get you something?" I asked quietly.

She pointed in the direction of a pill bottle on the nightstand.

After I helped her with her medicine, I sat at the edge of her bed.

After a few minutes, her breathing slowed and became more consistent.

She opened her eyes and just stared at me.

I could see her eyes tracing every outline of my face and body.

"Do you want help with your bandages?" I blurted out to break the awkward silence.

"I mean, I guess." She responded in an annoyed tone.

She winced as she sat up with her back against the headboard.

After a few seconds of struggling to find the end of the bandage she flipped her arms down in defeat.

I stood up and reached over her to help.

I slowly peeled the last gauze. It was sticking and pulling dried blood up as I revealed the damage underneath.

It was horrible. The doctor took everything. Her chest looked like it belonged on a preteen boy.

My eyes lingered on her chest longer than they should have.

Kelly spoke up. "Why don't you take a picture you fucking freak?"

I was taken aback.

"I'm just trying to hel..." I studdered.

Her eyes now full of rage.

"What the fuck are you wearing?! That's my top!

Do you think you're a woman now or something?! You're an ugly little faggot that deserves to die!"

I could feel the tears building as I stood there in shock.

"Get the fuck out of my room freak!" She screamed.

Whatever sympathy i had gained for Kelly quickly dissipated.

My face grew hot with anger that spread throughout me.

I tore off the top and threw it in her. She looked at me, appalled.

I stood there in just a bra with my hands on my hips. I didn't say anything else. I didn't have to.

I made sure to stay long enough to give her a good look at my body. A body she could never have now.

I gave Kelly a quick wink as I adjusted the cups of my bra. Then I turned and walked out of the room with my most confident strut.