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A Cure For Depression
by Suzie Wilcox (address withheld)

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After her brother is left disabled after an accident, 
Jen plots to find a way to make him feel better about 
himself. (MF-teens)

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Jen felt hopeless seeing Benji lying in the hospital 
bed trying unsuccessfully to put on a brave face and 
hide the fact he had been crying. She couldn't remember 
ever seeing her older brother cry, even when they were 
children. He had always been the brave shoulder to cry 
on growing up, the voice of confidence. 

Now all she could do was repeat what the doctors and 
nurses had been saying – that he was lucky to have 
survived the car accident at all, and that many people 
go on to live fulfilled lives with disabilities. Even 
as she said it, though, Jen doubted her words. Benji 
had been such an active and vibrant person, it was hard 
to imagine how he could live happily now that he had 
lost the use of both of his legs.

In the days following the car accident that lead Benji 
to the hospital, Jen had barely been home. She had sat 
outside the various operating theatres and hospital 
rooms as Benji was wheeled around and lifted 
precariously from one bed to the next. Jen had cried so 
much in the past few days as the reports doctors gave 
her changed over and over again. Finally they had told 
her that Benji would survive, having been brought into 
the emergency room as young and strong, despite his 
horrific injuries. However he would never walk again, 
or feel anything in his legs.

She and Benji spent a lot of time in the room sitting 
in silence. Jen didn't know what she could say to 
comfort her brother, but hoped her presence would be 
comforting to him. When he tried to speak, all Benji 
could manage was to choke out parts of sentences, and 
the only way Jen could think to respond was with a hug. 
Then finally Benji cleared his throat to try again to 
form sentences from his racing mind.

'I don't know what I'll do now,' he managed carefully. 
'I don't know what will happen.'

Jen thought before responding. 'We will go home when 
they say you're ready. We'll go home. We'll adapt, and 
life will go on.'

'I don't know if life can go on,' Benji sighed. 'I 
don't know what I can do now. All I knew how to do was 
be a mechanic, and now I won't be able to do that.'

Tears were forming at the edge of Benji's eyes as he 
went on, and Jen put a comforting hand on his leg 
through the hospital sheets. Benji didn't respond and 
it took her a minute to realise he couldn't feel her 
hand.

'I mean,' Benji went on. 'I'm only twenty. I didn't 
exactly have plans, but I just figured I'd be... 
normal... I thought I'd finish my apprenticeship... get 
a good job... get married one day... children...'

'You'll find something else to do, Benj. You'll still 
meet someone, I'm sure. You are such a nice guy, Benji. 
If anyone could be ok with this, it is you. You'll 
still be able to meet someone. Some day I'm sure you'll 
get married, and have children and everything else you 
want to do...' It was only after she had said this that 
Jen realised that perhaps the doctors had told Benji he 
was no longer able to have children.

'I just can't see how I can go on like this...' Benji 
trailed off and looked into the distance, and Jen tried 
to be strong, but cried on his shoulder, like she had 
so often as a little girl. Jen wished she knew what to 
say or do to restore the confidence and happiness that 
Benji was known for, despite his injury, but just 
didn't know how.

Benji had drifted off to sleep when a nurse told Jen 
that visiting hours were over and that she would need 
to leave. She kissed her brother gently on the forehead 
and left him to sleep. She would be back first thing in 
the morning, as usual. She hadn't been home long when 
the phone rang. It was Sarah, Jen's best friend, 
calling to ask how Brodie was. 

The phone call lasted until well into the night, most 
of the time spent with Jen crying and blubbering 
nonsensically, but Sarah listened intently, adding 
advice when she could. She promised that she would come 
over to the hospital the following day to visit. Jen 
said that that would be appreciated. And it was. 

Jen was already sitting by her brother's side when she 
saw Sarah in the doorway. Benji followed her gaze to 
Sarah, and smiled when he saw her. Jen could tell Sarah 
felt awkward being there with the newly injured Benji, 
and tried to speak generally, avoiding topics like his 
new disability and the hospital.

Sarah and Jen left together on the bus, and stopped at 
a nearby café for a bite to eat. Jen tried to be 
upbeat, but it was hard. She told Sarah how hard it was 
seeing Benji lying in the hospital bed unable to move, 
but how it was harder hearing him talk as though all 
were hopeless. Sarah listened intently.

'Thank you for coming today,' Jen sighed. 'I'm sure it 
wasn't easy seeing him like that... but it meant a 
lot.'

'Please,' Sarah said. 'It's the least I could do. If I 
can help you in any way, I would.'

Looking at the table and the meal she hadn't touched, 
Jen smiled. 'He's always liked you, you know.'

'I like him too,' Sarah responded. 'It's so sad that 
this could happen to such a nice guy.'

'Yeah, but I mean he liked you as in, he LIKED you. You 
know?'

Sarah laughed for the first time during the 
uncomfortable meal. 'Really?' The girls laughed 
together, and it felt good after so long without it.

'Maybe there is something you can do to help,' Jen 
said, after a pause.

The following day, Jen was, as usual, by Benji's side 
throughout the day. Benji didn't say anything, but 
smiled again when Sarah came casually into the room. 
After a few minutes of greetings and small talk, Jen 
said she was going to the café downstairs, and asked 
Benji and Sarah if they wanted anything. As she left, 
Benji thought he noticed the girls exchange an odd 
look, but didn't think too much about it. Jen closed 
the door on her way out, and Sarah sat on the edge of 
the bed, resting a hand on Benji's arm.

'So how have you really been?' Sarah asked Benji.

Benji sighed, and took a moment before replying. 'I 
really don't know. It's really hard. The doctors all 
tell me how well I am doing, but I just don't know how 
I can live like this.'

Sarah shook her head. 'But you will. I'm sure you've 
heard it all before, but it could have been worse, and 
if anyone can make this life work, it's you, Benji.'

Sarah moved her hand from Benji's arm to his chest, 
discreetly pushing the covers off his body. 'You are 
one of the bravest guys there is.'

Benji managed a smile. 'I hope you're right...'

'I know I'm right.' Sarah leaned in, leaning in close 
to Benji, the open top buttons of her shirt giving him 
clear view of her ample cleavage in close up. Benji 
watched her closely, as she gripped his muscular bicep 
with her free hand, and let it slide down to his hand, 
which she held onto. 'You're one of the best,' she 
whispered.

Sarah pushed the thin, papery fabric of the hospital 
gown aside, letting her hand pass over the tent-like 
bulge at his crotch as she did so. Benji gasped 
quietly. Sarah effortlessly passed the gown over his 
head and let it fall off the bed as she climbed over 
Benji, a knee on either side of his hips and sat above 
him. She leaned in close again, and whispered. 'I know 
you'll be ok,' and kissed his neck. She sat up again, 
running both hands around his stomach, letting her 
fingers run through the fine, almost invisible patch of 
hair on his broad chest, and gently traced the outlines 
of some serious, but quickly healing cuts.

Benji's erection was now standing solidly between them, 
and Sarah shuffled down the bed a little, her hands 
sliding further down. Benji lifted his head to watch as 
Sarah wrapped both her hands around him. She started 
gently pumping, and Benji watched closely as the top of 
his penis disappeared beneath and re-emerged from her 
hands with each stroke. 

Sarah meanwhile watched the muscles tightening in 
Benji's torso as she quickened her stroke and massaged 
his scrotum. He made a small sound of disbelief when 
Sarah quickly put her lips around his head, circling 
the tip with her tongue before swallowing as much of 
him as she could manage. When Benji erupted into her 
mouth, she continued to lick his shaft clean, before 
she stood over his still body, its only movement 
panting.

Benji still watched Sarah carefully. 'I'm going to go 
to the bathroom,' she said, tossing the white bed sheet 
casually back over his nudity. 'But what I said is 
true. You really are one of a kind, Benji.' Alone in 
the room, Benji stared at the ceiling and tried to 
regain his breath, which left him quickly in the 
excitement. 

When he heard footsteps in the room, he looked up to 
see his sister, with a tray of sandwiches from the 
cafeteria. Benji wondered if his sister would find out 
what had happened in the room, while Jen hoped that the 
plan would help reinstill Benji with the confidence he 
used to have. It was true that after the afternoon with 
Sarah, Benji didn't think life looked so hopeless any 
more.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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