Broken Arms

Author's note: I just realized I've written all of this in third person and it's supposed to be first person, and I wrote the other story in first person. I'm a dummy. Sorry if it's jarring for anyone.

"I'm afraid there's nothing else we can do. These casts are going to have to stay on for around 6 to 8 weeks, and we'll let you know when you can come in again. Now, to ensure a smooth recovery here's some advice you should follow. Try to keep your hands above your elbows. Don't get your cast wet, don't try to scratch under your cast, and don't try to use your arms or hands to lift or move anything. I'm sure that last one is obvious to a smart girl like yourself but you'd be surprised. Anyway, you're a young girl, I'm sure you'll recover quickly and have full control of your arms in no time. We'll see you again soon. Have a nice day."

6 to 8 weeks!? Sarah was still having a hard time believing this. Yesterday, she and her friend's were cycling back from school. A car didn't see them and she got into an accident. Her friends were fine but unfortunately Sarah broke both her arms.

"Thanks a lot, Doctor, we'll see you later." my mother said. She looked over at me and saw me frowning. "Don't worry dear, you'll be back to normal in no time."

Sarah sulked the entire drive home, her mother felt bad for her but there was nothing she could do. Once they arrived, Sarah was helped out of the car and she went upstairs to try to forget about it.

Knock Knock Knock

Sarah opened the do- oh wait, no she didn't. "Ugh. Come in." she said, staring at the door handle with pure frustration. According to the weather reports, today was the sunniest it was going to be all week and they'd planned to go to the beach.

Jessica wasn't going to let this spoil their fun. "Come on then, stop sulking. I thought we were going to the beach?"

"Huh? I don't want to. I can't even go swimming." She said.

Jessica sat at the foot of the bed, looking over her sister who was laying down with her head propped up on a pillow and her arms raised. An evil grin grew across Jessica's face. Her hands made their way for the waistband of her unsuspecting victim's sweatpants. In one swift motion, off they came, in an instant she was bottomless and powerless to do anything about it.

"Hey! What the fuck?" Sarah exclaimed.

"If we're going to the beach, you'll need to put a swimsuit on. Did you think you'd do that by yourself?"

"Whatever, you should tell me before you do something like that. Hmphm."

"Lighten up Sarah." Jessica giggled. "It's supposed to be a fun day. Don't let these stupid things ruin it." She said, grasping her casts in either hand. "Now sit up so I can get your top off."

"Fine." Sitting up on the bed she realized how strange it was to need someone else to dress her, she hadn't need anyone to do that since she was a young girl.

Sarah was soon enough sitting on her bed without a stitch of clothing on, besides the casts, if you count that as clothing. She suddenly felt quite **** as she realized she was unable to cover herself, not that anyone was going to come into her room but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about it. She had male friends who'd sometimes visit. The thought made her face red.

"Where are your swimsuits?" Jessica asked.

"They should be in the chest of drawers over there, second drawer from the bottom." Jessica rummaged through her clothes trying to find the most suitable (skimpy) swimsuit.