Accept a change

Before Eliorah’s car pulled up, all kinds of different cars had done so around the accident. There were some that were hospital related and then there were the police cars standing around.

To Stan this meant that he had been asked a lot of questions. Since he was the only one in the buss that seemed to be unharmed and able to talk. The subject of those questions being a red string around the body of a male’s neck. Since it seemed beyond reasonable doubt that he had been strangled to ****. Stan luckily got saved by a passerby who had presumably seen everything.

“That creep of a man was touching a woman. This young man tried to save her when the accident happened. It probably snapped because of the velocity and this man’s hands already close to his neck”

Stan could hear the old man talking a whole street away. His hearing being better than any human’s. So he told them this somewhat ‘changed’ story. Though he had killed a bad guy, he didn’t think the police would understand the truth. They seemed to be pleased by his answers and left him alone. Only then to be disturbed by a nurse that had been smiling at him ever since she’d recognized him from something.

“You must be Stan”

She said. Which was weird because Stan was sure he hadn’t given his to anybody yet except for the police. Though that thought was quickly overwritten by what the nurse told him next.

“It’s good that you survived, Eliorah would be furious”

A somewhat genuine smile had cracked open her eyes a bit, as this nurse was inspecting his wounds. Lifting up his arm to see some minor cuts. She probably had been at more of these horror scenarios, since she acted like nothing major had happened.

“You know Eliorah?”

Stan asked a bit dumbfounded. Feeling then how a hot needle penetrated the top layer of his skin.

“Of course I do, me and your girlfriend work at the same wing. But how did you get in this mess?”

The brunette asked him, now looking up in his eyes. Not knowing what battle was going through Stan’s mind at the moment.

“I was going to a restaurant, we had a date planned”

Stan therefore said, a bit matter of factly since he was now processing both a **** at his hands…while also thinking about his sister having introduced him as her love.

The nurse however was busy with other things. Mainly trying to piece together how a suit like his, that was slightly oversized, fitted Eliorah. As in relationship wise, these people couldn’t be more apart from one another. Stan’s hands were one for making and punching it seemed. Where the hands of Eliorah were delicate and nurturing. But most importantly, he really looked like he was still piecing together what he wanted to do in life. Where Eliorah had found her goal and achieved them without much difficulty.

But then, as the nurse scooted over to sit at a better angle. Moving herself a bit between Stan’s legs. She felt something that gave away why the two could be together. The anatomy gave it away quite literally as she felt a long bulge meet her stomach. And so, the nurse that had seen almost anything. She felt how her head turned beet red. Though she couldn’t remove herself from him now. So in silence she now continued to nurse his body. Now also feeling the hard muscles under his skin twitch sometimes. He felt different than anything she had ever touched. His reaction speed uncanny to her fingers slowly tracing down under his shirt. She didn’t even remember when she had moved her hands there.

The nurse’s lips were dry and parted somewhat from one another. While Stan looked down at her. Throughout the years Stan had never had this kind of situation happen. Mostly because he was far too busy doing other things. Though now that he felt such delicate hands appreciating his physique. It made him feel good. Powerful even. And even while Stan felt like this, looking down at the the brunette who basked in his presence, he didn’t feel like he should. Not now, after what happened anyways. So while all different kinds of animal instincts told Stan to take his opportunity, he refused to…

One small problem however had turned larger. The nurse had left Stan, who swore he’d seen her pout as she got up, leaving him with a large tent in his pants. Stan tried to obscure it somewhat by flaunting his leg over the other. But unless people are preoccupied, they would see it nonetheless. Luckily for Stan, everyone seemed to still think about the accident. Which made him slightly think back to the horrors of said accident. To then be relieved by a car he knew well. A light blue painted modern beetle car pulled up and Eliorah, somewhat manic, stepped out. Her eyes for some reason sticking on the nurse, to then find his eyes. It just took that amount of time and all Stan’s worries had gone. While his cock rose to fruition.

His sister now ran at him. A smile on her face from just seeing him, like all of her worries had gone away too. Probably because she wasn’t looking at the nurse anymore. Though as she got close, she slowed her pace down. Getting closer. Again, slowing her pace. Until she stood approximately a foot away from Stan. Eliorah didn’t know what to do. She was somewhat lost now. So close to her brother, but she didn’t know what to say or do.

It could be that the nurse had told him about her.

It could be that she didn’t.

Should she hug him?

Ask him questions?

She didn’t know. After all the stress in the car. The thoughts at the restaurant. They all meant nothing. She couldn’t do anything with them.

So she just stands there. Her smile slowly turning in a coy frown.

To then be surprised by the heat of a body rolling around hers. Hugging her tight as Stan had stood up. Holding her in his arms.

“I know”

She heard him say. Softly into her ear.

A tear escaping her eye. Her face connecting with the grey suit. She had been such a moron. Ruining something so great, while everything else was on track.

She felt how more tears were prickling her eyelids as the whole weight of the situation seems to crush her. As Stan holds her. Holding her in his strong arms. She never realized how strong he had become. Feeling a bit weak in his arms. Though in a good sense as warm tears streamed down.

Then his hands went down a bit. She felt his large hands cup under the hem of her coat. Soon lifting her up as she felt her legs automatically entangle themselves around his back.

Stan knew what he wanted.

While he also knew it wasn’t something that was a choice a hero would make.

But to feel his sisters body slide against his own. Holding her so softly against him.

Eliorah felt a hot breath on her lips.

She opened her eyes and looked into the large pools of Stan. To then close hers again. Opening her lips only slightly. Parting them.

As Stan kissed her. His warm lips covering hers. Him feeling the satin like feel of hers. Letting himself go after such a traumatic experience. Euphoric.