Chapter 6
"Mrs. Cohen? You can come in," the nurse called.
She followed the lady into the examining room. Ryan was sitting on the table, shirtless and his bruises were like tattoos covering his entire chest.
He met her gaze for a moment and then lowered his eyes to the floor.
"Mrs. Cohen, Ryan has a couple of broken ribs and he absolutely has to wrap them every day. The only time he shouldn't have them wrapped is when he's showering," the doctor explained.
She knew immediately what the doctor was saying.
"She showed me how to do it," Ryan said quietly.
"You shouldn't do it yourself," Kirsten replied. "You're going to show me?" she asked the doctor.
The doctor handed her the ace bandage and explained how to wrap it around Ryan's chest and secure it.
Kirsten gave Ryan a small smile to reassure him before starting to wrap his ribs. He was visibly nervous and was breathing shallowly.
"It's all right, Ryan. Tell me if it's too tight."
He relaxed slightly, but didn't say anything until she was finished.
"Okay?" she asked.
"Fine, thanks."
The doctor passed Ryan's shirt back to him and he slipped it over his head.
Kirsten remained standing and put her hand on his back. She needed to make a connection with him.
She'd been sitting in the waiting room thinking about what kind of life Ryan had had and how polite and loyal he was.
She had started to see what had drawn Sandy and Seth to him.
He was special.
"Is he okay, otherwise?"
"He's badly bruised and he needs to take it easy. He also needs to start eating better, a single meal a day is not good enough for a boy his age."
Kirsten wondered if he'd eaten anything at all while he was gone. "We plan on taking good care of him."
"I'm going to give him a few prescriptions, for his pain, and a list of vitamins he might want to start taking and I want him back in two weeks for a checkup."
"Okay?" Kirsten asked Ryan.
He nodded solemnly.
"You can go out and wait for Kirsten. I just have a few papers for her to sign."
Ryan thanked her quietly and left, relieved.
"Mr.s Cohen, I understand you only recently took over custody of Ryan but I have to file a report with social services."
Kirsten had been prepared for the possibility. "My husband notified them when the paperwork was pushed through. He wants the injuries documented in case his mother tries to fight us for custody. I'll sign whatever you need."
When she collected Ryan's appointment and prescriptions she found him sitting silently in a corner of the waiting room.
"It's over now. Ready to go home?"
"Yeah."
Once they were in the car, Ryan spoke softly. "What did the doctor tell you while I was gone?"
Kirsten decided to be honest with him. "She has to report your injuries to social services because you're underage."
Ryan was silent.
"I'm not going to question you, Ryan. But you don't have anything to worry about," she said.
"So…"
"Nothing's changed since this morning. Get used to being around," she added.
"Okay."
"I'm going to stop by the pharmacy and get your meds. I'm sure you're anxious to get back to Seth. I want to go out and get you some clothes and things."
"You don't have to…" he started.
"Yes, I do. I'd like you to come with me but you need to rest. Sandy and I are taking care of you now and that means buying you the things that you need."
After a long beat, Ryan spoke again. "I'll come with you. If it's okay. I feel okay."
She smiled. "We'll only get a few things today, all right?"
*************
"Cohen, what are you doing?"
Summer's voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Ignore her, Seth," Marissa said, smiling at him. "She made me bring her."
"Mom's been gone with Ryan all morning," Seth said, returning her smile as she sat down beside him at the counter.
"What? Your mom?" Summer asked.
"She took him to the doctor. But they should've been back hours ago."
Summer was looking at him. "You're a good friend, Cohen. He's lucky to have you looking out for him."
Seth was surprised but didn't get a chance to respond.
"We got Ryan some housewarming gifts, is his room in here?" Summer asked.
"The poolhouse."
Summer trotted off with the bags and Marissa stopped him from following. "She's right, you know."
"What?"
"You're a good friend. To Ryan. And to me," Marissa said. She leaned close and startled him, kissing him softly.
"Oh," he whispered.
Marissa took his hand and pulled him outside.
His first kiss.
Her lips were sweet. "What kind of lip gloss do you use?"
Marissa giggled. "Shut up. Summer will never let me hear the end of it…but…maybe sometime you'll ask me out…without Ryan and Summer."
"Marissa," he said, stopping her outside the poolhouse. "Marissa, would you like to go out with me this weekend?"
She smiled. "Yes, Seth. Pick me up at 7."
"Friday?"
"Sure," she shrugged.
It was a good day again. He'd had his first kiss, a brand new brother and now a date.
Summer was cleaning out the wicker drawers, stacking towels and swimsuits on the bed.
"He has, like, nothing," Summer said.
Seth saw where she'd emptied Ryan's backpack on the bed. A couple of pair of boxers, 3 threadbare wifebeaters, one stained with blood, a pair of jeans and several worn spiral notebooks.
"You went through his stuff?" Seth asked.
"I didn't look at anything. I was just going to put his things away."
Seth was doubtful.
"She found what she was looking for," Marissa said, motioning to the strip of condoms on the bed./p
"My mom's going to come in here," Seth said, grabbing them.
"You guys are such prudes. Coop, put the towels in the closet, Cohen, pass me his stuff."
They went to work and Summer held open the bottom drawer and arranged the notebooks under the clothes.
"Seth?" His mother's voice startled them all.
"Mom..." Seth stammered.
She walked in with several bags with Ryan on her heels, equally laden.
"Mrs. Cohen. I hope it's okay we came by," Summer said sweetly.
"Of course. Nice to see you, Summer, Marissa. Ryan and I have been shopping, you can help him put his things away," Kirsten said.
"How'd everything go?" Seth asked, looking at Ryan.
"Fine. Okay," Ryan replied, quietly.
"I'm going to order some dinner. Girls, you're welcome to stay, I'll order enough."
"Thanks," Marissa replied.
Seth watched as his mother spoke quietly and urgently to Ryan before leaving.
"Are you sure everything's okay?"
Ryan nodded. "Yeah. Your mom...she's been great today."
Seth was relieved. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Except for the part where she made me try on clothes," he replied.
"Ooh, let me see," Summer said, diving into the bags. Within minutes, Summer and Marissa had his new clothes on racks and folded in neat piles.
"So, Mom didn't scare you off at all," Seth asked as they left the girls to their work.
"She was really nice to me," Ryan said quietly.
"And the little powwow you just had?"
"She wants me to take my medicine," Ryan replied.
"What's wrong with you?" Summer asked.
"Couple of broken ribs. Bruises. Nothing serious," Ryan shrugged but Seth was already wincing from the thought.
"Broken ribs? Ouch, sit down, dude," Seth said.
"Cohen's right, sit down and rest."
"I actually was going to take a shower. Your mom's going to wrap my ribs again and then I'll be...more social," Ryan said.
"Oh, okay. Come on, girls, let's go supervise the delivery menus," Seth said.
Summer gave him a pointed look.
"Come on, Seth," Marissa smirked. "I'm sure we can entertain ourselves."
"Summer, I'm going to shower, you should go with them," Ryan said, looking at the beautiful girl on his bed.
"I don't know if you can manage all by yourself," she said, scooting over beside him and swinging her legs off the low bed, giving him a great view of her smooth, sculpted legs.
"I can manage."
Her perfect lips turn down into a pout and she runs her fingertips down his arm. "Can't I help? Just a little? I promise not to get in the way."
"Summer, Kirsten's inside," he protested but she ignored him, a satisfied smile in her eyes as she stood up and took his hand, pulling him to his feet.
"I just want to help you get undressed. I won't be naughty..." she said, walking backwards seductively, her eyes dropping to the bulge in his jeans.
"I think you're always naughty," Ryan replied, following her helplessly.
He couldn't walk away from this girl.
She locked both doors to the bathroom and turned to face him, stepping forward and settling her hands on his crotch and slipping her tiny fingers around his belt buckle.
"I can do it, Summer..."
"I can do it better," she smirked.
He chuckled and let her pull his belt off. He took advantage of her distraction to lower her tank top's straps to reveal her sheer bra. Her nipples were hard through the thin material and he rolled them between his fingers and appreciated the soft growl from her throat.
She released the tight bindings around his chest and he had relief for a moment but the pain kicked in soon after.
"Let's get you cleaned up, dirty boy," she said, gripping his semi-erect cock in her hand and using it to get him in the shower.
"Summer..."
"I promise not to get you in trouble," she said, using a band around her wrist to put her hair up so it wouldn't get wet.
He turned away from her reluctantly and fiddled with the faucets until a hot stream of water was flowing over his aching body.
She grabbed a bar of soap and started washing his back from behind, soothing his muscles with her gentle touch.
She lathered him up with soap, squeezing his ass cheeks teasingly before turning him to face her so the water could rinse his back.
She was equally gentle with his chest, her hands dancing around his crotch but not touching his dick and making it harder with anticipation.
"Oh, this is extra-dirty, it needs special treatment," Summer said, her eyes twinkling as she started to stroke him slowly, putting pressure in all the right spots.
He slipped a finger inside her pussy and she spread her legs wider, allowing him full access as she jacked him off.
"You're a tease," he grunted, thrusting into her tight fist now, desperate for release. He pushed another finger inside and she started to fuck his fingers, her hips bucking erotically.
"I'm just trying to get you all cleaned up."
He ignored the pain and gripped her ass in his hands, lifting her feet off the shower floor and pushing his cock fully inside her lubricated cunt.
She braced herself against the wall, her ponytail plastered against it as he pushed into her.
"Fuck me, Ryan...it's about time you got the point," she panted.
Her pussy clenched around his dick and he groaned, doubling his efforts and being rewarded with her digging her nails into his back as she came violently, biting his neck.
He pulled out an instant before he came, his cum splattering on her stomach as he lowered her to stand on her shaky legs.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked after a moment, leaning against him under the stream of the shower but careful not to get her hair wet as she rinsed off.
"No, Summer...that was definitely not painful," he replied.