Joe was dozing in front of the TV when the phone rang. He saw that the movie he had been watching was over, and the credits were scrolling quickly. He was still shaking the mental cobwebs away when he answered, trying to sound like he had been wide awake the whole time. "Hello?"
"Hi Joe, it's me, Kitt. How've you been?"
"Hey stranger! It's been a while. What's going been on with you?"
Kitt is Joe's cousin, their moms were sisters. And growing up in this tiny little town in the mountains, they lived close to each other and grew up together as well. So besides cousins, they were best friends, being less than a year apart in age they had a lot of the same classes and were always hanging out together. They played together, studied together, and both played in the high school marching band. Joe was a trombonist, while Kitt played clarinet.
Kitt was also Joe's first kiss back when they were in senior year of high school. The two of them were in Kitt's bedroom, a radio blasting the latest top 40 hits while playing a game of truth or dare to kill some time. Kitt dared him to give her a "real kiss", not a family peck on the cheek. That first kiss was a clumsy attempt, because neither one had any experience with the opposite sex. But in the ensuing months, they had progressed from awkward kisses to making out, and even caressing, groping and stroking each other's naughty bits under their clothes to strong orgasms. Those times always ended with both of them going home sexually frustrated, because they instinctively knew that they would get in big trouble if they allowed themselves to go any further with their desires. Kitt always fingered herself to another quick cum before going to bed, dreaming about riding Joe's dick, and not even realizing that he had the same frustrations.
Twenty-three years later, Joe still remembered how her luscious C cup breasts felt in his hands, her nipples hot and hard on his fingertips as she slowly stroked his stiff dick in his pants.
Since graduation, Joe had moved away, got married, got divorced, and moved back to his tiny little home town. He opened a convenience store that provided a modest but steady income, but never made time for a personal life. When he attended weddings or funerals or other family functions, he would casually ask how Kitt was doing, or if anyone had heard from her, but no one ever seemed to really know. He was way too paranoid to ask her parents directly, because they might wonder why he would be curious.
And now, the fact that she was calling him like this was a real bolt out of the blue.
"Well, to be honest," she said, "things haven't been great."
"What do you mean?"
"I was in a car accident last year. A sleepy semi driver wandered across the road and hit my car head on. I was in a hospital bed for almost seven months, and I'm still learning to walk again."
"Aw damn Kitt, I'm sorry to hear that."
"I'm slowly improving, and at least the semi driver's insurance is taking care of my hospital bills and therapy. I'm moving back in with mom while I recover, and she mentioned that you were back in town. She gave me your number, so now here we are!"
"Well I'm glad you did."
"Me too. I've missed our talks."
"And other stuff." Joe chuckled, causing Kitt to giggle.
"We're not stupid kids anymore Joey, so we shouldn't act like it."
"I know, dammit. How's your mom these days?"
"Super supportive, which is great, because there's so many things I can't do for myself. At least, not until I get further along in my recovery."
"What can't you do? Maybe I can help too."
"Driving, to begin with. Three times a week to the hospital in Frasier for therapy and rehab. Mom will be taking me most of the time, but I'm sure she'd appreciate not having to take me all the time."
"What days are your hospital appointments?"
"Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. From 1 to 4 pm."
"I wouldn't mind taking you on Wednesdays. That's usually our slowest day at the store, and I can let the young guys keep an eye on it."
"That's so sweet. Are you sure you would want to do this every week?"
"Sure, I would enjoy the break from the store, and it would give us a chance to catch up."
"Ok, if you're sure. I'll let Mom know. Thanks Joey."
"What else do you need help with?"
"Well to be honest, getting in and out of the shower. But that's not an option."
"I wouldn't mind." Again he chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure my Mom would mind. She wouldn't want you K while I'm nude."
"I don't suppose she'd like that I'm already familiar with your body?"
"Let's see. Hmmmmm..... hell no!" Both of them laughed. "Besides, I'm not the same cute girl that you knew back then. I've put on a bit of weight since the accident."
"Whatever, the offer stands. Whatever you need, just ask."
"How about lunch tomorrow? My treat."
"Sounds good. I can pick you up at your Mom's house around 12, and take you to Rita's diner. It's not exactly fancy dining, but the locals seem to like it since it opened last year."
"Cool. Now go back to sleep."
"I wasn't sleeping!"
"Bullshit. Good night sleepy head."
"Good night Kitt."
The next day, he parked his pickup truck at the curb in front of Kitt's mother's house at 11:59 and walked through the picket fence to the front door. The door opened as he was reaching for the doorbell button, and he was greeted by Kitt's smiling face. Joe saw that she definitely had gained some weight, particularly in her hips, boobs, and midsection. But she carried her new curves well, and her outfit of a short sleeved flowery button down shirt, jeans and running shoes looked perfect on her new lush body. Joe couldn't help but wonder how she might look naked. He estimated that her breasts had expanded to a D cup, at least. Her long brown hair was pulled back on her head and tied with a scrunchy, and she only wore a minimum of makeup.
Kitt was holding onto a silver cane and slowly shuffling towards the porch as her mom, Francis nervously stood behind her. Joe stuck out his elbow and Kitt grasped it, moving closer. "It's ok Mom," she was obviously aggravated as she took a few steps closer to him. "Joe's got me now. He's not going to let me lose my balance."
Francis winked at Joe and thanked him for volunteering to help. "Of course, I'm glad to do whatever I can."
They slowly made their way down the sidewalk, and he opened the truck door with his free hand, holding the door open as she slid into the seat. He sprinted around to the driver's side and saw how her seat belt sliced the space between her boobs. He had to force himself to look away and started up the truck.
"Nice truck, how long have you had it?"
"Not long, less than three years, so I still have a bunch of payments to make on it."