Nurse Erin

"Look I'm not going to the hospital, and I don't need a babysitter" you tell Erin as you stand there, using the difference in your heights to look down at her, hoping to intimidate her just enough to get her to leave you to your own devices.

Despite the fact that she has to tilt her head to look up at you, Erin looks you in the eye not backing down an inch. "You don’t want to go to the hospital fine, but then I’m staying”, she stomps her foot for emphasis. “And if you try to make me leave I’ll kick your but, seeing as you’re all banged up I could probably do it too.”

You can’t help but scuff in amusement and exasperation. “You know, the tough girl routine would have gone over much better without the foot stomp,” you tease her. But you see she’s determined. “Besides are you really going to complain about spending the night with a pretty girl?” your mind asks catching you off guard.

“Says the guy who just had his but whooped by a chair” she retorts grinning. “Now, get inside, get cleaned up, and put on a clean shirt”, with each order she pokes you in the chest making you back up until you’re pinned between her and the sliding glass door.

“Ok, ok.” You respond with a chuckle. “Geez, what ever happened to the shy little girl who didn’t say boo to anyone when I met her?”

It takes Erin a second to respond, and in that time you could swear she was eyeing up your bare chest. “She…uh… she grew up” she responds as she takes a step back giving you space to turn and open the door.

“Yes, yes she did”, you think while maintaining a poker face. Out loud you reply “And yet you’re still so tiny,” as you pat her on the top of the head.

Erin just rolls her eyes and follows you inside, “We can’t all be clumsy giants,” she retorts.

You can’t help but chuckle; once Erin came out of her shell she was a feisty little thing. “She’s not so little any more, and feisty can be fun”, says a little voice in your head. “Quiet you”, you grumble mentally at it as you feel your cock begin to stir.

Making your way to the bathroom, you toss your beer soaked t-shirt in the hamper and grab a towel and washcloth out of the closet. As you turn on the sink and get the washcloth wet Erin’s voice drifts in from the living room area, “So what do you want to do?”

“You’re asking the guy with the suspected head injury? Aren’t you afraid my judgment might be impaired?” You ask your voice laced with good-natured sarcasm.

You hear her snort from the living room as you start to wash the beer off your chest. “Like you were the poster child for good judgment before….” Her voice trails off as you hear her come to the open bathroom door.

You look in the mirror and see her leaning against the door frame, one foot with the toe pointed to the ground the heel resting on the calf of her other leg, one arm wrapped around her just below her chest, the other hand absently playing with the end of her log hair, as she bites her bottom lip while watching you. “Soooo”, you say getting her attention, “I got a few new movies, they’re sitting on the table in there if you want to go through them and find something to watch.”

“Right movies, sounds good,” she says, her eyes going wide as her face begins to turn a pale shade of pink. “I’ll go check them out…” suddenly her blush deepens as she spins and heads back to the living room. As she goes you can’t help but admire how her shorts cling to her ass as she hurries off.

“Ok no mistake, that time she was definitely checking me out.” You think to yourself.

“Like you noticing her ass as she left?” the voice in your head asks.

“I am not thinking about Erin’s ass,” you tell the voice, “she’s like a kid sister to me.”

“One you don’t have a sister, two she’s eighteen so no longer a ‘kid’, and three yes you are” the voice says with the same good natured sarcasm you used on Erin a minute ago.

“Stupid concussion voice” you mutter as you turn the water to cold and splash your face trying to both shut it up and stop thinking about how hot Erin looks tonight.

After toweling off you head to your bedroom, making sure you don’t check out Erin’s ass as she kneels in front of the coffee table resting her elbows on it flipping through the movies, to get a clean shirt.

As you open your drawer Erin calls in from the other room “Hey John, what’s this movie in the blank case?”

“Blank case?” you mutter to yourself. “No idea, I don’t remember having one in a blank case. What’s it say on the disc?”

“Nothing, it’s a recordable” she says as you grab a shirt.

“Sorry, still no idea” you reply trying to remember if you burned a copy of something.

“Well I’ll tell you in a minute” she says as you rack your brain for what movie she could have found.

“Blank case burned movie….”, you think as you pull the shirt on. Then suddenly it clicks; you know just what she’s found. “Crap Erin wait!!” you yell running into the room, but it’s too late as you hear a familiar voice coming from the speakers.