Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 4

Incest stories: Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 4

by hornykip50

The doctor paused, with a concerned look on his face. “Well, The tumor is rooted in the muscle. With her age, we don’t want to do a full hysterectomy. We are going to go in through a small incision just above her pubic bone and open the uterus, then scrape the tumor away from the lining and muscle. We will try to do as little damage as possible. That being said, the chances of her being able to conceive let alone carry a baby are slim and maybe even dangerous.”

“Dangerous? How?” asked mom.

“If she becomes pregnant, she and/or the baby may die. It is my professional opinion that we should perform a tubal ligation to prevent any chance for pregnancy. That is entirely up to you and Miss Bailey.”

“If I had any say in it..” I started. The doctor glared at me as if I had no place speaking my mind. I chose not to continue.

Grammi looked at me with her warm eyes and said, “You do have some say, Honey. And I will say that I would go forward with the tubal ligation. I may be selfish, but I do not want to lose my baby.”

“I agree,” said Mom. “But, I think it is ultimately Jess’ decision.”

“She chooses to go ahead with the procedure.” The doctor looked at me and finally asked me, “What is your opinion, young man? Miss Bailey seems to think you are as part of this decision as she is.”
“Tie her tubes,” I said. “She is far too important to lose. And there is always adoption.”

“Very well,” the doctor said.

“Thank you doctor,” Grammi said. “When will you be doing the surgery?”

“As soon as we get the paperwork done and her prepped. Time is of the essence.”

“Show me where to sign,” Grammi said with a sense of urgency.

“The paperwork will be waiting for you at the admissions desk. I will send a nurse to help you find the desk, if you need it.”

“No,” said Mom. “ We are familiar with this hospital.”

“Very well. I will keep you informed.” With that, he turned and walked away. We all went to the admissions office and got the papers filed. We were then showed to the family waiting room, where we stayed for the three hours that Jess was in surgery. It seemed to be an eternity till a nurse came in and told us Jess was in recovery and doing well. We could go to her room and see her soon after she woke.

It was more than an hour later when a nurse came and escorted us to Jess’ room. We came in just as they were getting her transferred to the bed . “Hi baby, how are you feeling?” I asked.

“I have a little pain, but it is nothing near what I was feeling this morning. They tell me they got it just in time before the tumor started poisoning my system.”

A nurse interrupted, “The doctor will be in shortly to give you more details. Now, Jessica, if you need anything, you call push this call button. I will be back shortly with the menu for your evening meal.”

“Thank you, but I don’t feel much like eating right now,” Jess said.

“You need to eat something, you need to keep your strength up. It will be only liquid tonight. Broth, juice, maybe Jello. If you need to pee, you can call me and I will help you with the bedpan. This is only for tonight. We will be getting you up and around tomorrow. I will be back in awhile to check your vitals and whatnot.”

“Thank you,” we all said.

We visited with Jess for awhile, the usual conversation for somebody in a hospital. Soon, the doctor came in. “How are we doing, Jessica?” he asked.

“Please, Jess,” she said. “I am doing… better. I have a little pain. But nothing like earlier.”

“Have an upset stomach? Headache? Vomiting? These are all normal after a surgery, but if they get to bad we will need to know so we can give you something for it.”

“No, thanks. I am fine.”

“Okay. Now young lady, what we did is rather invasive, but not nearly as bad as it was years ago. We went in and took the tumor. I am sure we got it all. We did the tubal while we we were in there. I do ask that you refrain from sex for at least a month. I will need to do a pelvic exam, before I can recommend resuming and sexual activities. Stay away from swimming pools for at least a month. We don’t need you getting any unnecessary infections.”

“What about masturbation?” Jess asked with a little twinkle in her eyes.

“If you can, I would ask you refrain from that as well, for at least a month, but you will have to be the judge on that. Stay away from vibrators and dildos until I give you the go-ahead, please. You will not have periods as you remember them. You may spot occasionally and maybe even have full period, once in awhile. Every case is different.”

“How bad was it in there?” she asked.

“The tumor was rooted in the muscle very well, but we were able to separate them. Most of the lining… the part that makes conception possible, was sacrificed. This is why I feel your periods will not be what you have come to know.”

“Will I be normal?”

“Normal, is a loose term, but, for the most part, you should be.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Well, you get some rest, young lady. I will come in and see you in the morning.” He was met the food server at the door as he was leaving. He studied the contents of the tray, rolled his eyes and went on about his business.

The woman set up the tray for Jess, said “Enjoy.” and left.

Jess looked it over and rolled her eyes, like the doctor did. She had a cup of chicken broth, a small cup of apple juice and a dish of lime Jello. “Mmm, Lime Jello. My favorite,” Jess said sarcastically.

“Eat up, Honey,” Grammi ordered. “You need to keep you strength up.”

“With this?” Jess argued.

“Yes,” I said looking her in the eyes, trying to look stern. “Don’t you think they want you to have the best nutrition and the best flavor?”

“Flavor? With this? Get me a pizza Baby… Please.”

“I can’t do that. As much as I would love to.” I apologized.

“I know.” Jess picked up her spoon and ate her Jello. She sipped her broth, curled her nose at it and set it a side. She then drank all her apple juice in a few gulps. When she finished she continued, “That was completely awful.”

“Finish your broth, Honey,” Grammi suggested.

“No, it sucks. You know what I really want right now?”

“What would that be?” asked Mom.

“A kiss,” looking right at me. I was not one to let her down. I stepped up beside her, carefully leaned over her, and kissed her softly. She put her hand on the back of my head, pulling me back for another longer kiss. “I love you Charles Edward Tuttle.” Her eyes seemed larger and warmer than they had in a long time.

“You have been feeling less than one hundred percent for awhile, haven’t you?” She looked at me with a puzzled gaze. “I haven’t seen your eyes look that clear for some time. It is back.” She put both her hands on either side of my face and pulled me in for a surprisingly passionate kiss. It embarrassed me a little, but didn’t seem to bother Jess any. Mom and Grammi didn’t seem to be against any of the action.

“Kissing is probably okay, kids. But you need to be careful,” Grammi insisted.

“Yes, I got a little carried away,” Jess agreed.

We stayed as long as the hospital would allow us. When visiting hours was over, we kissed Jess goodbye and left her. We were relieved she wasn’t worse off than she was. We knew her youth was on her side. I slept easier that night despite the fact that I was sleeping in Jess’ bed and she wasn’t there with me.

We went to the hospital early the next day to spend as much time with Jess as possible. When we came into her room, she was gone. Her name was still in the slot on the door, so I was a little confused and just a little worried, until she, with the help of a nurse, came back into the room. “I needed a shower,” Jess said as she was being helped back into bed.

“She insisted it be a real shower,” the nurse said.

“And if she keeps going like this we will have to ask her to leave before the end of the week. And give the bed to somebody who really needs it,” the doctor added as he walked into the room. “We got a report back from pathology. The tumor was benign , although it would have caused problems later if it had gotten bigger. We are going to keep her here for three more days and keep up with the antibiotics to stave off any infections that may occur. And as far as meal times, you can go ambulatory, and eat in the commissary.”

After lunch that day, Jess got a visit from some of her friends at school. I had the pleasure of meeting Kathy, Misty, Amber, Tom, David, Kendall and James. They all seemed genuinely concerned for Jess’ well being. They were also curious about me and our relationship. “This is my nephew, Charles. He prefers to be called Chet,” Jess told her friends. The next thing she she said set the entire room to silence, at least for a moment. “He is also the man I am in love with.” She said it with such pride, but I blushed with embarrassment, not knowing how her friends would react.

After a few tense seconds, Misty chuckled sweetly, and said, “So this is the one that has you so head over heels. I see what you like. He’s hot.”

Tom shook my hand and said, “Balls, dawg. I have had feelings for my Aunt and never had the nerve to tell her.” I felt the tension in the room drop, like instantly.

“Now I know I am not alone in my perversions,” Kendall admitted. “Maybe this isn’t as unique as we have been taught.” From that moment on, we all shared a kindred bond. As I found out later, Misty and David are cousins and have been together nearly as long as Jess and I. What shocked me the most was that the entire town knew and accepted them as a genuine couple.

Jess was released from the hospital after the forth day. She was back to better than recent normal. Other than a small amount of pain, she had no other affects from the surgery. Mom and I stayed with she, Pap and Grammi until the weekend. I would have to be going back to school on Monday, and so would Jess, I assumed. I did enjoy the week with Jess, though, I couldn’t have her. I was just happy to be with her and for her to be feeling better.

Tom and I had become the best of friends over the week. I learned he was learning to play the guitar. Listening to him talk about it, aroused the interest in my as well. Once back home, I begged Dad to allow me to buy a good electric guitar and amp. Of course I would need lessons as well. Dad agreed to the instrument easier than I thought possible. Tom and I spent almost as much time talking on the phone as Jess and I. She accused him of “backdooring” me. Jokingly, of course.