The Protagonist System

136 Convalescence

Staying in bed wouldn't be so bad if I was allowed to do anything. I say allowed when I really mean it didn't hurt like a son of a bitch every time I moved my right arm or right leg. Since I couldn't cheat and take the healing potions I had, because of the scrapes and damage on my face would heal and give my secret away, I was stuck for at least a couple of weeks as they healed normally.

That wouldn't have been a problem if I had seen my own face somehow, then I could have faked or glamoured up replacement damage to hide that I was healed. Because I had no idea how big the scrapes were or their exact shapes and sizes, there was no way to duplicate them.

At least Amy was having a good time teasing me about how helpless I was and that she would do everything for me until I was better. Even when I tried to joke about not being able to jerk off to her beautiful ass when she wasn't around during the mornings and afternoons, she promised to take over that 'duty' as well and would show up at random times to give me handjobs.

It was both endearing and frustrating, because it left me no real alone time during the day where I could read some of the books I had in my inventory. On the plus side, sometimes those handjobs became blowjobs and a few times became full blown sex, because Amy seemed to really get off on the fact that she was in complete control of it.

It took me a lot of time and mental effort to not associate her acting like that with how I had died back in the last world that had screwed me up so much. The Head Succubus had used me for her own pleasure in a similar way and I had paid dearly for it and hated that I had been helpless during that whole thing.

Okay, maybe I wasn't as over it as I thought I was. It had been traumatic, and scary, and I only survived by the sheer luck of having a touch of divinity that had brought me up to the heavenly realm's way-station where the goddess Eris was. I did not want to start resenting Amy in any way, so I made sure to use my working hand as much as possible to try and disassociate the sex acts from each other.

Thankfully, it worked and Amy ran with my suggestions of not making the sex stale by using the same cowgirl pose all the time. She rode me by sitting on each side of me, rode me backwards in a reverse cowgirl, rode me by laying on top of me to kiss me, and also laying on her back on top of me.

After about a week of being stuck in that huge bed, her sister Andrea started visiting. I thought it was a little odd, then realized Amy had no one to do anything with while she was in the moving van with me, which meant she had to do everything to take care of the place and all I could do was help with parts of the meals she allowed me to help with.

Andrea started joining us for meals, even sitting on the bed beside Amy to eat and talk to us both. It was a little strange on my behalf, because I was sure Andrea was just humoring me and was worming her way back into being a major factor in Amy's life. That I was an invalid and was literally right there for her to use as an example to make sure Amy stayed independent, just made her point more potent.

The worst part about it was that I couldn't say anything against it, because she was right. Amy had to do everything for both herself and for me, essentially doubling her work, and Andrea was more than happy to offer to help her. Amy accepted of course, and so Andrea essentially moved in during the third week of my necessary and enforced rest.

Since there was only one bed, albeit an enormous one, I was shifted more towards the wall, Amy slept right beside me, and Andrea slept on Amy's other side. It didn't really bother me, since I was pretty used to having multiple people in the bed with me. I wouldn't feel awkward about it until that weekend.

Amy had been out doing the wash and also watching the kids and returned to the van at a random time before lunch, just like she did every day, to jerk me off. That didn't bother me, because you know, a beautiful blonde was going to jerk me off. The awkward part came when Andrea walked in behind her and closed the sliding door.

“I'll get lunch started.” Andrea said and walked by the bed.

“Thanks, sis.” Amy said with a happy smile and climbed onto the bed.

I opened my mouth to say something, like what the hell was she doing, and she kissed me for several minutes to distract me as her other hand moved the blanket covering me out of the way. My eyes darted up over her head and back to her face, clearly pointing out someone else was there. She giggled into my mouth before she broke the kiss and slid down to start playing with me out in the open.

“Wow, you really do that every day?” Andrea's voice asked from the kitchenette. “I thought you were joking.”

“More like choking.” Amy joked, laughed a bit at her own joke, then she gave me a smug look and plunged her mouth over me. She kissed the skin around the base a second later and made me gasp as she licked my balls.

“You're such a slut.” Andrea commented.

I blinked my eyes at that, because her voice wasn't harsh or angry. She actually sounded amused.

“Rick? Here's a sandwich cut into slices to make it easier to eat with one hand.” Andrea said and placed a paper plate with two sandwiches of ham and lettuce cut into long strips.

I opened my mouth to ask her what she was doing and my words caught in my throat when she sat on the bed beside me and put another plate beside Amy and put one on her own lap. I stared at her as she watched her sister give me a great blowjob, which was odd, because I was sure Amy was showing off for her sister.

“Do you need a hand?” Andrea asked and I froze, because I honestly didn't know who she was talking to. She saw my startled face and laughed, picked up one of the slices of sandwich, and held it above my mouth. “Open up and eat.”

I opened my mouth and she fed me just enough for me to bite off and not take too much to chew. I did so and swallowed, still too surprised by the situation to do anything else, and Andrea kept feeding me.

Amy pulled her mouth off of me with a slurping sound. “You see? He might be surprised you're here; but, he hasn't said no to being watched. When he kept asking me to change things up in bed so it doesn't get boring, I was starting to run out of things to do.”

Andrea nodded and kept my mouth full every time I tried to speak. “And you didn't want to mention anything to anyone else, because you know they'd want to take full advantage of it.”

Amy nodded. “You're my sister and I trust you to have my back.”

“I do.” Andrea said and fed me some more. “I will.”

“Thanks, Andi.” Amy said and went right back to sucking me off.

I opened my mouth again to speak and Andrea pushed the last bit of that slice of sandwich into my mouth.

“Don't worry, Rick. I'm here now. No one else will ever see you like this.” Andrea said with a smile.

“That's... not... what... ohhhh.” I moaned as Amy pushed me over the edge and she sucked it all down and swallowed it all.

Amy pulled her mouth off of me with a pop sound and grinned at me. “I don't know how you can have so much every single time.” She said and picked up her sandwich and started eating it.

Andrea looked down at my still erect member and at Amy's face. “You weren't lying about that, either?”

Amy covered her mouth to laugh without spitting bits of chewed food everywhere. “I don't think Rick knows what a refractory period is.”

Andrea laughed, too. “You are so lucky!”

“I really am.” Amy said and took another bite of her sandwich.

I just laid there as Amy and Andrea talked about their sexual escapades as if I wasn't right there, my erection bobbing occasionally, and then Amy's hand lightly touched it and started to stroke it. I thought about commenting that she was petting it like it was a pet and chose not to. I did not want to put that kind of thought into her head.

Of course, I warned her when I was about to blow and she opened her second sandwich and caught it all. Both Andrea's eyes and my own were wide when she closed the sandwich and kept eating it, as if she hadn't just jerked me off onto her lettuce like it was mayonnaise.

I didn't bother trying to say anything after that and ate the rest of my sandwich strips in silence.

That night when they came home for the evening, Amy included Andrea in our usual weekend date, where we shared chips, cookies, and milk. They had also borrowed one of the small televisions and VCRs to play a movie and joined me under the bed's blanket.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel about including someone else in our private time, especially since I had kind of opened that Pandora's Box by mistake for asking Amy to make things more exciting in bed. When the movie was over, Amy didn't strip off like usual, thank goodness, and she only pulled her pyjamas down just enough to climb on top of me and we started having sex.

Andrea hadn't turned away from us, either. She was looking at us intensely, like she was memorizing everything and didn't want to forget it. She was just... looking at my face for a while... then she would look at Amy's face. I wasn't sure if she was looking for something in particular or not, though.

Amy tried distracting me by kissing me, making me realize I had been staring at Andrea for a lot longer than I should have. I didn't want either of them to misunderstand anything, so I put my good hand between my chest and Amy's to make her stop.

“What is it?” Amy asked me, a little confused.

“I don't want any misunderstandings between us.” I said.

“I know. That's why I asked Andi for her help. I don't know what else to do to.” Amy responded.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I couldn't explain why I started having a phobia about the cowgirl pose, so I was at a loss about what to say about the whole thing. It was just one misunderstanding after another and now I had someone in my bed that I didn't want to be there. I also didn't want to hurt Amy's feelings after she reached out to her sister for help.

“I love you and I'm not having sex with anyone else.” I said, just to clarify things.

Amy softly laughed. “I'm not really comfortable with the whole being naked in front of my sister yet, either.”

Neither I nor Andrea missed the 'yet' part of that statement.

“It's just a bit naughty, you know? Sneaking around and slipping on top of you under the blanket, to have fun with you, with someone else right there beside us.” Amy whispered and ground her hips on mine and lightly kissed me. “Does she know what we're doing? Can she hear us? Is she only pretending to be asleep and is secretly watching us as we make love right under her nose?”

I had to admit that was a pretty good fantasy, which my twitching member let Amy know as well and she squeezed me back as if in answer. She kissed me again and moved her hips even more to grind me inside of her, because she had become surprisingly efficient with using my tool to get herself off the last few weeks.

Both Amy and I reached a peak at the same time and we both moaned pretty loudly as we made out. As we came down from the emotional high and our lips parted, we heard a soft moan beside us and turned our heads to look. We saw Andrea's red face and her closed eyes and both of her hands were not in sight.

I looked up at Amy and she looked down at me, then we both had to fight to not laugh at finding out Andrea had the same reaction to the fantasy that we did. We kissed again to cover up our giggles and ended up falling asleep just like that.

*

Over the next two weeks, Amy still visited randomly during the day like usual to 'give me a hand' and to stop me from becoming backed-up. Sometimes Andrea would come in with her or would already be there in the kitchenette making meals for us, and she would watch without comment.

It had kind of become a normal routine for the three of us and none of us seemed to be bothered by it, despite how odd it was. Amy eventually managed to strip naked in front of Andrea and rode me in full view of her 'sleeping' sister, whom had caught on after that first night that she had to pretend to sleep to see the good stuff.

It wasn't until the middle of the next week that Andrea made an observation that I could have kissed her for, not that I would ever tell her so. I still didn't want to sleep with her, even after all the teasing.

“You're starting to look good again, Rick.” Andrea said as she handed Amy and I bowls of deer stew.

“What do you mean? I always look awesome.” I joked and carefully used a spoon to suck up some broth.

Andrea rolled her eyes at me as Amy smiled. “I meant the scars on your cheek are almost faded away and that huge scab on your forehead looks about ready to fall off. If it wasn't for the bandages on your hand and foot, you would almost look back to normal.”

I barely managed to keep the surprise off my face and made another joke to cover it up. “Andrea, I didn't know you had such a vested interest in how big of a piece of eye candy I was.”

Amy made a loud snort sound and burst out laughing. Luckily, she was between spoonfuls and hadn't sprayed her sister's face with hot broth.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Andrea said, her voice flat, which only made her sister laugh harder.

I chuckled and scooped up some meat and chewed on it. I knew today was finally the day. I could sip on a healing potion and feel the results, then I would drink as many more of them as I could to heal up completely. I might have to stay in bed for another week or so to pretend that my hand and foot became better, playing it off as bad sprains instead, just to keep the ruse up.

Then I could get back to work, even if it was just limited duties to not strain myself after being stuck in bed for so long. At least I had eaten well and hadn't lost much muscle mass or weight, which Amy really appreciated, if her whispered words about me still being hot as an invalid counted for anything.

Yeah, working out to stay warm during the winter months was going to be my main plan for sure.