Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was still wracking my brain for an answer as I drove over to Michael's condo. By now my nerves were quite on edge. I love my sister, I mean I really love my sister, and I can't imagine how I did something so stupid that could jeapordize our relationship. To see her naked with her consent and participation is one thing, but to invade her privacy the way I did was over the top.

I saw a dark sedan pull into Michael's drive as I sat in the street in front. When I saw Michael get out of the car, though I was quite surprised and concerned. He lowered the ice bag and waved me over. Both eyes were quite black, and the bandage over his nose took up half of his face. One thing was for sure: His prom pictures weren't going to be anything special! Another thing; he wasn't going to be taking any engagement pics for the society pages tonight!

"Hey, Justin. Thanks for coming over. I want you to meet Sargent Jimmerson from the Phoenix PD. He's a good guy, my looks notwithstanding." He gave me a crooked grin, and then winced in pain.

Sargent Jimmerson stuck out a hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Justin. Michael told me all about you on the way down. He said you would be able to take care of what he needs tonight?"

"Certainly. What's up?"

Michael started to say something, but the Sargent waved him silent. "We had a drug stakeout going today, looking for a guy in an Escalade when your friend here pulled up in an Escalade. When his mother showed up so that he could show her the engagement ring we thought it was a drug deal and went to make a bust. Unfortunately, Michael didn't resist like most druggies do, and when I went to put his face down on the trunk I broke his nose. I also got the bones under his eyes, but he insisted he had to be here tonight, and since he couldn't drive and it was my fault, I drove him down." Turning to Michael, "now are you sure you'll be OK, Sir? You sure you don't need me to hang around?"

"Thank you, but no, Sir. Justin is a good babysitter. He's been with me before. We have a limo for the night, so I don't have to drive. I'll work something out for getting back up to the Cardinals training facility tomorrow."

"OK, Sir. If you are sure. You have my number. If you can't find a ride for tomorrow give me a call, you hear me?"

"I'll do that. Thank you for taking it on yourself to drive me down here, and for telling me about your job. Remember, I'd really like to do a ride-along with you one day once this is taken care of. I'd really like to see what you guys go through in a day."

"I'll look forward to it." Sargent Jimmerson stuck out a hand and then turned and got back into his car. "Hey, wait a minute. We forgot the flowers and tux! Wouldn't do for me to take them back north!" He quickly pulled them from the back seat and handed them to me, then got back in his car and drove off.

I looked into Michael's eyes and saw the pain that was there, but he waved it off when I said something. "I have some Vicodin if I have to have something, but I'm going to try to get by without it. I don't like having my mind clouded, and I have to be sharp tonight."

I didn't know how he could be sharp in the pain I could see he suffered, but his mind was made up. We went into his condo, and I helped him get his tux laid out, with the shirt and cuff-links while he grabbed a shower. "I'm going to have to have something in my stomach, Justin, and there is no way I can eat anything. Could I trouble you to hit McDonalds and get me a couple of Vanilla milkshakes? The cold will feel good, and I won't have to chew or open my mouth much."

I scurried out the door and drove to Mickey D's as quickly as I could and got him two vanilla shakes and hurried back with them. Michael quickly drank them down and sighed. "Thanks. I was getting pretty hungry there."

We dressed, with Michael needing less help than he had thought, although I could certainly tell he was in considerable pain. The shot of Demerol he was given at the hospital had worn off long since, but he was a determined guy. I did manage to convince him to take a couple of Ibuprophens, with a couple of acetaminophen to be taken in a couple of hours. I remembered once my doctor had allowed me to double up on them in alternating doses at the mid points because he didn't want to use a narcotic on me. Michael didn't know it, but I slipped the bottles in my pocket to have with me, and I was going to keep track of the times, too.

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