Stories Hub / Incest/Taboo / Helping Mickey Ch. 03

Helping Mickey Ch. 03

by wakingDown 03/05/13

+++ I kept count. I've listened to Astronomy by BOC 77 times throughout writing these three parts of this story. The only other songs I listened to were An Old Fashioned Love Song by Three Dog Night and Hell Awaits by Slayer. All music and lyrics belong to their respective owners, used without permission. I hope that you enjoy this story. I've enjoyed writing it. +++

Susan sat up. She realized that Mickey wasn't in the bed with her. She stood up and went to the door, listening for any sounds from the hall. She called his name as she opened the door, but got no response. She turned on the hall light. As it came on Mickey seemed to simply materialize in front of her with the speed that he shot up the hall from the bathroom. He grabbed her arm and her throat, clamping down on her wrist like an iron manacle, but held her throat only tight enough to keep her from making any noise.

She stared into his eyes, her eyes wide and shocked and scared. His eyes were wild and empty. His face was set in a grim scowl. She tried to speak, her voice a weak husk. His hand tightened a moment before his face changed. He seemed to snap back into himself and his face fell from scowl to scared in a heartbeat. His hands released her wrist and throat and went to her hip and shoulder, supporting instead of restraining.

"Susan? Susan? Where when here? What are we here? Are you ok?" He was rambling, his voice shaky and stuttering. Susan coughed a couple times and put her hand on his shoulder to keep herself steady. She tried to tell him that she was alright but her first attempt was a ragged croak. She coughed, swallowed and tried again.

"Mickey, I'm alright. You just caught me by surprise. I'll be okay."

He didn't seem all that convinced. He was close to tears, and didn't seem to know what to do with himself. He was fidgeting and reaching out to touch her face and neck, but pulling his hands back at the last moment. After a few of these, Susan took his hand pulled it to her cheek. She held it there, gently rubbing her cheek against his palm.

"It's ok, Mick. I'm alright, you're alright, we're both alright." She said quietly, hoping she was right. She guided him back to the bed and got him to lay down. She lay next to him, her head resting on his shoulder as was becoming the normal, and wondered if this was an indication of things to come. Mickey was asleep quickly, his breathing growing slow and deep. Susan was up a bit longer, thinking about her sore throat and wrist. Wondering if he might hurt her one night without realizing it. While in the middle of one of those terrifying flashbacks. She found herself wondering, not for the first time, just how much fighting he had done while in the Marines. He had been deployed three times, and each time he had said that yes, he had 'seen some action,' as he put it, when he talked about it at all. She knew that he had lost a few friends over there, and that he had been in a few large battles, but that vague description was all she had, as he didn't like to talk about it much. She couldn't really blame him; she didn't think that she would want to talk too much about it if it was her. She thought that if these nighttime excursions were glimpses into what he had done over there, then she didn't want to know. He seemed so intense, so focused and aggressive, that it scared the daylights out of her. That he was in a position where that kind of driven force was a necessity was scary by itself. She hoped that as he progressed with his recovery that these flashbacks would ease as well. Her mind was still turning over this line of thought as sleep finally came.

---

She was fixing breakfast while Mickey played guitar, which seemed to be the new morning routine. He was playing more metal, but still the occasional classic rock song here and there. She thought that his playing was getting better, as well. He was good when he first picked it up again, to be sure, but now he sounded more sure of himself. The metal songs were getting faster and less muddled, and the classic rock sounded like the radio.

She set out two plates of pancakes, bacon, and hash browns before walking towards the bedroom where his guitar was set up. She stood outside the door for a moment, listening. He finished the metal song he was playing and launched straight into an old Dio song with barely a moment between the two. She listened carefully as he began to sing, gauging how his speech patterns were so different when he sang as compared to when he was just trying to talk. He sang clear and confident. She recognized the song because he had been a big Dio fan when they were in school. He was playing Straight Through The Heart, one of his favorite from Dio. He was a good singer, not nearly as good as Ronnie James Dio, but good enough that it was always nice to hear him sing. When he finished, she poked her head in and told him that breakfast was ready. He turned off the amp and set the guitar aside. He gave her a kiss on his way past her, and she smiled as she followed him to the table.

She watched him eat, and noted that he was moving like he had before the attack. His movement was smooth and steady, he looked completely normal as he sped through the meal. He put his dishes into the sink gently, nothing dropping of breaking, and she smiled. It seemed that his recovery was back on track it was before. His speech and cognitive functions were still a bit off, and when he got excited, as he had last night, it got worse, but overall he was improving by leaps and bounds. She looked down at her wrist as she put her own dishes away. There was a bruise there, the shape of Mickey's hand clear. She put it out of her mind for the time being. When she turned around Mickey was standing directly behind her. She jumped a bit and put a hand on his chest.

"Oh! Mickey, honey, you've got to stop doing that. You'll give a heart attack someday." She said, smiling.

Mickey traced a finger down the side of her neck, and gently turned her head to the side, ignoring her remark. He was examining her neck closely, and she realized that the bruise there was probably pretty apparent today. He was frowning and looked a bit sad as he turned her head again and touched a couple more places. Susan took his hand and kissed his fingers before looking him in the eye and smiling a bit.

"Mickey. It's ok. I know you didn't mean to. I'm not mad. It's just something else we have to figure out. That's all." She said quietly.

"No. What about when I didn't mean to you go to a hospital. I didn't mean to is not like I didn't. Not ok, not safe. Can't hurt you. I hurt you I hurt me. I hurt us. Not ok. I'm sorry. I can't control black flashes. Back, flashback. Not safe." He looked sadder than ever, like he had hit her on purpose or worse. She knew he felt bad about it, but she didn't know how to make him feel better.

He turned and began his stretches, staring at the floor. She joined him, and tried to get him talking, but he remained quiet for the most part.

His exercises went well, with him moving fluidly and gracefully. At the end of the regular workout, he went through a few extras from his day in the Marines. His battery of push-ups on his fist, with Susan doing a few on her palms. He went through fifty four count mountain climbers, Susan through about twenty before she gave up. Afterwards, he went through the push-ups again, with her just standing next to him, hands on her hips and breathing a little heavy. She was still impressed with his strength and endurance. He must have been a real terror in the gym when he in the Marines and in far better shape. He stood up when he was finished and started down the hall to the bathroom. She followed him and closed the door behind them.

She took his shoulders and turned him towards her, making him look at her. She couldn't take this standoffishness anymore. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss. She held it for quite a bit longer than she had planned to make her point. When she finally eased up, he leaned back a bit but not much. With his face only inches from hers, she spoke softly.

"Mickey, I love you. Whatever may happen, for whatever reason, I will always love you. Nothing can change that. Please, don't try to shut me out or pull away just because you're scared you might hurt me, ok? I'm not going anywhere, and I don't want you to go anywhere." She said, trying to keep the tears from falling. He was still a moment after she finished, then he put his arms around her and pulled her close. She kissed his neck and shoulder, holding tight to his neck, savoring the feeling of his arms around her, holding her tight.

"Don't want to lose you. Don't want to hurt you. Want to coming home. So sorry." He whispered, his voice rough.

"Mickey, the only way you could hurt me is by leaving." She answered, the tears unavoidable now.

She stepped back from him and started the shower. She helped him out of his clothes, taking her time, and he helped her out of hers. She followed him into the shower and washed his back, enjoying the solid feel of his shoulders and ribs. He turned and started washing her, taking his time and never breaking eye contact. She could feel his dick when it stood up and nudged her stomach. She smiled a bit and stepped closer, pinning it between them as she kissed him again. She decided that if the phone rang she would ignore it. If it was the doctor he could call back, she didn't care right now. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her up, turning as he did so and putting her against the wall of the shower. She wrapped her legs around him to help keep herself up, and he grabbed her ass to take her weight. She was still surprised by his strength, he didn't seem to struggle to lift her at all, and didn't seem to mind holding most of her weight once she was up.

His other hand roamed across her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples, driving her mad. She felt his head push against her opening, and he paused, looking at her.

Index / Stories Hub / Incest/Taboo / Helping Mickey Ch. 03

All contents © Copyright 1996-2018 by literotica.com.

Literotica is a registered & protected trademark. www.literotica.com

No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission.

All models are over 18. All characters in all stories on this site are over 18.

2257 Statement | DMCA Notification.

Desktop version