Mackenzie sprains her ankle and needs some help

Mackenzie tried not to look out the window as Brandon drove them through town. Luckily, with a storm clearly on the horizon, there weren't many people out. And anyone who was still outdoors were much more preoccupied with finding shelter. Still, Mackenzie would have felt much more comfortable if she'd at least had a shirt on. But still, in just a few minutes, they'd be pulling into her driveway and she'd be home free!

"Gotta say, I'm impressed," Brandon said. "Not many people would have the guts to drive through town in the buff!"

Mackenzie didn't even bother replying to him. She just kept staring straight ahead. Her facial expression neutral and her bits covered.

"But come on," Brandon prodded again as he turned toward Mackenzie's neighborhood. "Level with me. It's pretty embarrassing right?"

"No, not really," Mackenzie said, her tone almost robotically neutral. She gave nothing away about how she truly felt.

Brandon grunted, seeming unsatisfied again at Mackenzie's lack of reaction to both her predicament and his attempts to rub it in. He tried one more time.

"I mean, come on! This is literally a nightmare for most people, right? You're literally sitting right next to me, completely fucking naked! You can't tell me you honestly don't mind it!"

"Nope, I don't mind at all," Mackenzie said, barely even acknowledging that he'd spoken to her. Though, internally she was screaming, Of course it's fucking embarrassing you idiot! I'm sitting her fucking naked! Asshole!! But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

In just a few short minutes, they reached Mackenzie's house. The redhead almost let out a sigh of relief, but managed to catch herself before she did so. Without a word to her rival, she unbuckled herself (baring her magnificent breasts to him once more), opened the door, and stepped out onto her driveway.

"Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave!" Brandon called, his eyes glued to Mackenzie's ass as she walked around the car and began traversing the short brick walkway to her front door. She was calm. She was cool. She was collected.

And then her foot landed on the edge of the wobbly brick. The pesky brick she'd been meaning to replace for the past few weeks, but had just never gotten around to. That wobbly old brick finally came completely loose, and Mackenzie's foot was harshly twisted as she ungracefully toppled sideways onto her lawn.

"Ow, ow, ow!!" she cried as she sat up. All thoughts of maintaining her modesty were gone as Brandon jogged over to her. She simply clutched her ankle, which was now radiating pain.

"You alright?" he asked as he helped Mackenzie up, taking advantage of yet another view of her glorious nude form.

"No..." Mackenzie winced as she tried to put some weight on her left foot. "I think I sprained it..."

"Here, let's get you inside at least," Brandon said, letting Mackenzie place her arm around his shoulders and lean on him. Raindrops were beginning to fall, and the wind was picking up fast.

"Right," Mackenzie said. She was honestly a bit more concerned with the possibility of her neighbor, Alex, spotting her like this than the oncoming storm. Brandon half-carrying her inside, completely naked?! What would he think?!

The two of them hobbled up to Mackenzie's front door as quickly as they could. It was more than a little awkward for Mackenzie, but she managed. Brandon, meanwhile was elated to have his arm wrapped around Mackenzie's bare skin, her breasts brushing against his own chest with each step they took.

Mackenzie got her front door unlocked, and with Brandon's help, she was able to make it inside the house just far enough to get to her living room. Mackenzie literally collapsed on the couch, unable to go any further, even with Brandon's assistance. As she grimaced in pain, Brandon quickly grabbed a few ice packs from Mackenzie's freezer and wrapped them around her ankle. It was already swelling up slightly.

"Yikes. Should we get you to a hospital or doctor or something?" Brandon asked.

"No," Mackenzie said, after gingerly poking it a few times. "I don't think it's broken. I just need to ice it and stay off it for a while I think."

"Gotcha. Well, it's your call! You just lay there and look pretty. I'll get you whatever you need."

Her ankle was beginning to numb, and the pain finally receded from the forefront of Mackenzie's mind. And she was instead reminded of the fact that she was still completely naked. She moved her hands back to their earlier protective positions over her breasts and pussy. Of course Brandon was trying to stick around for the show. But Mackenzie still masked her embarrassment. She wasn't giving Brandon the satisfaction of that, at least.

"Thanks," Mackenzie somewhat sarcastically replied, "but I'll manage just fine. You can go."

"Are you kidding? You can barely even stand right now! You're definitely gonna need some help. At least for the rest of the afternoon, maybe even all night!"

Mackenzie hated to admit that he did, in fact, have a point. But there was no way in hell she was going to have HIM be the one doing the helping.

"I'll have a friend come over or something. You can GO, Brandon," she said, sternly but not angrily.

"Alright, fine," he said. "I'll leave once I know you've got someone here taking care of you. But not a moment sooner!"

Mackenzie stifled a groan. Just how long was she going to be stuck with this prick?!

"Fine," she begrudgingly relented. Calmly and with her neutral tone, the nude woman directed, "Go upstairs to my room, first one on the left, and check to see if my phone's on my nightstand. If it is, bring it down. If it's not, then I must've left it at the shop and I'll have to borrow yours."

"Roger that!" Brandon said. He took a few steps toward the stairs before stopping short and snapping his fingers, making a big show of an idea occurring to him. "While I'm up there, how about I grab something for you to wear?"

But before Mackenzie even had a chance to respond, he continued.

"Ohhhhh, that's right!" he said, his tone mocking and overly polite. "You said you didn't mind being naked in front of me though. I almost forgot! So that means you must be totally fine staying put with no clothes on... riiight?"

Mackenzie tried and failed to keep a blush off her face. She couldn't believe it! She'd finally made it home, after a disastrous and humiliating day, and now, right when she had a dresser full of clothes waiting for her just upstairs, she once again found herself having to rely on Brandon to get them for her. And he clearly was only going to do so if she caved and professed her embarrassment to him.

Her internal fury rose again. She would show this asshole that she didn't fold so easily! The rational part of Mackenzie's brain chimed in too, though. "Showing him" would mean she'd have to keep sitting there, naked as the day she was born, for however long it took for a friend to make their way over. And, as thunder rumbled and rain poured outside, Mackenzie couldn't help but wonder just how long that might take one of her friends given the current weather. Did she have the resolve to truly sit there without a stitch on for maybe hours? Just to prove a point to this perverted arrogant asshole? Maybe it was best just to give in and finally put some clothes on.