Jessica Home from the Hospital

You really are torn apart by my injury, My big sister said as we struggled to wheel her into the house, realizing that the front door would have to be modified.

Whenever I was teased about not being able to get a girl, I started to say.

As if she were finishing my phrase, Jessica said, You’d come looking for me to hug you at lunch or in Band.

I liked how you would spend the night with me, and help me get ready in the mornings, I whimpered.

I will continue to do that. In fact, I think I will need your help in the mornings now. Remember in the hospital I asked you to share the sofa bed with me, Jessica said. Once we got her into the house, she continued, Please follow me.

I was surprised Jessica led me into the bathroom. Catching on to my surprise, she said, I’m going to need help, so please get used to this. Now, the nurses at the hospital had to physically help me get to use the toilet, and I haven’t had a shower since before the accident. She paused for a moment to take a breath, then continued, What I’m asking of you is to help me transfer between my wheelchair and the toilet, and to give me a sponge bath. Rachel pulled some clothes out of my dresser, and I would like you to go get them, along with a towel, a bucket, and a sponge. Think you could ask Rachel to join us? We might need an extra set of hands, Jessica said.

OK, I said nervously, making my way out of the bathroom.

I returned after a moment with our younger sister Rachel, and Jessica said, Ok, good. Rachel I’m glad you came too. I think having both of you will be for the best. What I want is for both of you to get me fully undressed and it will be potty then shower.

Rachel said, I brought four towels for the three of us. Two for you: one to cover the wheelchair and one to cover you. So that Michael and I could get showers too. I was thinking that we might as well since we are in here.

Jessica said, Ok, get me undressed and transferred to the toilet, then you two might as well get undressed as well. She lifted her arms up and I pulled her shirt off easily, exposing her bra.

I struggled to figure out how to undo it, and Rachel said, Here, let me show you. Jessica leaned forward and I watched Rachel undo the clasp in the back, and Rachel continued, When she is dried off, I’ll show you how to put it back on.

My brain realized that I was looking at the exposed breasts of my own sister and Jessica said giggling. Once her shoes and socks were off, she lifted herself with her hands and said, I want you to pull my pants and undies off. Yes, I’m going to be totally naked, and yes: while bathing me, you will be touching all of my private parts.

Is there something I need to know, Rachel asked.

Jessica explained briefly about that Annabel classmate of mine and how I was free to say No as I wanted, and Rachel said, Ah. Let’s keep this between the three of us. Rachel paused for a moment and asked, You think she would brag to the whole school or something?

Yeah, and I remember how one guy was humiliated last year: I think he got someone pregnant, I replied.

Rachel moved a chair into the shower and said, Yeah, we won’t tell the whole school that you get to see us naked. Either they think you would’ve scored, or they would be grossed out because we are your sisters. Now, let’s get Jessica into the shower.