Just a few weeks after I was back on my feet, I stupidly jumped back into sports full tilt with track and field, It took just a day for me to come home and find that I had ripped my old wound under my balls.
I forgot how much my mom screamed at me as she drove me back to the doctor's. Something about insurance deductibles, something about being stupid, something about fucking up her day. She didn't give a crap that my track and field days for the school year were finished. And if I didn't let myself heal up properly, that could be the end of my track and field for good.
When we got home, I limped to bed, fell face first, and rolled over to see my mom at the door.
"Well, let's take a look." she said.
"We just went to the doctor's. I don't have to change the dressing until tomorrow. And..." I held up my hands... "I can do it myself this time."
"Watch your smart mouth!" she said. "Get those shorts down NOW!"
Startled at her anger, I slid off my boxers. My mom sat beside me and cupped my balls, moving them aside to see the padding.
"Not again!" My sister Callie was standing there.
"Yep, your stupid brother ripped himself open again!" Mom gave me a firm tug and for an instant, I was wondering if she was mad enough to rip it off.
"Callie? Sit here. I think we should pray." Mom gestured for my sister to sit on the edge of the bed with her. I felt a cringe - mom rarely went religious unless she was super-mad.
"Look at your brother. He's getting a boner. Mr. Boing-boing. Just like his dad."
"No I'm not." I reached down to cover myself, but she moved my hands away so that Callie could see me firming up, swelling and stretching to my full girth."
My mom squeezed the base of my balls, "Grab a hold, Callie. Let's pray."
Callie held me mid-shaft. She had a smirk on her face at my embarrassment and discomfort.
"Lord, please make my son smarter. You made him an athlete, given him the gift of sport, but please make him smarter because he has done stupid again, tripped over his own feet, and almost ripped open his balls."
"It wasn't my balls," I protested but my mom shushed me.
I've never had two hands on my dick. It made me feel huge. Callie was revving me like a motorcycle handle with a delicious grip and twist, while my mother still cupped me though my balls were practically spilling out of her hand.
Mom finished her prayers and let me go. Callie took a moment before releasing me. She smiled at my erection which now felt twitchy. I scowled at my mom as she left the room and glared at my sister who was still standing by my bed smirking.
"Get the fuck out of here!" I said.
"Let me see your dick again, little brother."
"Go away."
"No, I want to see it."
I was hiking up my shorts to cover myself, but Callie sat back down and ran her hand on my thighs.
"You're a lot hairier than before. Now you have to shave yourself. Remember when we used to play in the pool and you were hairless there?"
"So were you!" I said defensively.