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 ï>¿Title: Banging the Babe in the Wheelchair


Summary: Handicapped virgin explores her sexuality.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Vicky Ralston was propped up on three pillows in the middle of her bed
reading an engrossing book.  She was almost half finished with her book and
she had reached a very erotic section.  She held the book in her right hand
and used her left hand to rub her pussy through her pants.  The
twenty-year-old girl had taken this warm, August Friday afternoon off from
the bookstore where she worked.  Most girls her age would have been at a
swimming pool or outside soaking up the sun's rays on a day like today. 
Vicky was content to lie on her bed and read.  The erotic portion of this
book was getting the best of her and she was determined that she was not
going to start masturbating yet.  She set the book aside and decided that
she would go to the kitchen to get a soft drink.  Vicky was unaware that
her twenty-two year old brother, Jim, had also taken the afternoon off from
work.  Jim had graduated from college in May and was working at an
entry-level management position for a local manufacturing company.

   Vicky had just entered the hallway when she noticed movement in her
brother's bedroom.  Vicky saw a naked blonde girl in the middle of Jim's
bed.  This girl's breasts were very large and they were quivering.  She
finally realized what movement had caught her attention.  It was her
brother's head bobbing up and down as he lapped at the blonde's pussy. 
Vicky knew that she shouldn't stay to watch and she never before had had
any voyeuristic tendencies; but the sight on her brother's bed was
mesmerizing.  She watched her brother aggressively attack that pussy until
the blonde began to moan and utter incoherent words.  Jim pulled his head
from between the girl's legs and moved his body over hers and began to kiss
her.  Then Vicky saw her brother take his hard, thick cock and begin to
slide it into that wet, waiting hole.  She was in awe at the sight of that
hard cock with its purple cap as Jim slid it in and out of his willing
blonde partner.

   Vicky had already been aroused by the erotic content of her book; but
this sight really had the juices flowing between her legs.  She rubbed
harder and harder and finally, was able to fight the urge to return to her
room to masturbate.  Jim pounded that cock into the girl at a much more
rapid pace and the blonde began to moan again.  When she heard Jim begin to
grunt, she turned and quickly wheeled herself to the kitchen and took a can
of soda from the refrigerator.  As she moved toward the kitchen table, she
still could not get the vision of her brother's cock out of her mind.  She
found herself somewhat envious of the blonde girl with the big tits.

   Vicky sat at the table slowly sipping on her soda.  She was thinking
about how she had been put in this damn wheelchair and about how envious
she was of the girls who were enjoying satisfying sex lives.  Vicky had
been just a few weeks shy of her thirteenth birthday and she had been a
star player on her grade school basketball team.  On the Sunday after
Christmas, the entire family had gone snowmobile riding.  Vicky had been
riding behind her father and was enjoying the thrill of gliding across the
snowy surface.  They had been at a large public park, a scant ten miles
from their home.  Vicky and her father were riding on a marked snowmobile
trail when another snowmobile flew out of the woods and crashed into them.
Vicky had seen the approaching snowmobile less than a second before impact.
Now, seven and a half years later, that memory is still etched in her mind.
It was such a short time that she didn't have time to warn her daddy or
even enough time to scream.  It seemed to her, though in her memory, that
the other snowmobile was in the air hurtling at them for at least five
minutes.  Every millisecond of the time is etched in her memory as a still
picture.

   The impact had sent them airborne and they had landed on their heads. 
Mr.  Ralston had been killed instantly and Vicky had been rushed to a
nearby hospital and then airlifted to a trauma center where she was near
death.  The young girl had remained in a coma for three days and the
doctors had not been optimistic.  She had no feeling in her limbs.  When
she regained consciousness, she still was unable to move her arms or legs.
Almost a week after the accident she began to feel sensation in her right
arm and soon after she began to regain some use of that limb.  Over the
next few weeks, feeling began to return to her other limbs.  She regained
some use of her left arm about three weeks after the accident.  Full use
and strength in that arm has never completely returned.

   The driver of the other snowmobile had been drinking and he was charged
with reckless homicide.  He spent nearly a year in jail as a result. 
Vicky's father had been a very successful businessman and he left his
family well taken care of.  The driver of the other snowmobile may have
been irresponsible by drinking when operating the vehicle; but he had been
responsible enough to have good liability insurance.  Connie Ralston,
Vicky's mother, had reached a reasonable settlement with the insurance
company and Vicky's medical and rehabilitation needs had been covered. 
After paying the medical bills, Connie had put the money in a trust account
over which she had control.  When Vicky needed something related to her
handicap, Connie paid the bills from the trust.  Vicky was unaware how much
of the money remained.

   After many months of physical therapy, Vicky was able to have limited
movement of her legs.  With the aid of crutches, she could stand for short
periods of time and walk a very limited distance.  Because of the weakness
of her left arm, use of the crutches was difficult.  This was the excuse
that Vicky used for not using them very often.  The last two times that she
had used the crutches in public had been two years ago at her high school
graduation and this past spring for a family picture at her brother's
college graduation.  Vicky suspected that the next time that she would use
her crutches in public would be two years hence, when she was due to
graduate from college.

   Vicky was just about to enter her teens at the time of the accident and
her body had not yet begun to develop into womanhood.  Vicky had been
undergoing her arduous rehabilitation program when her thin, frail body
began to mature.  Her breasts were very slow to develop.  In fact, at the
beginning of her sophomore year in high school, she still went without a
bra on a regular basis.  At about the same time that she was due to
graduate from high school, her breasts reached their current size.  As she
had for two years, she was wearing a size 30B bra.  The bulky, baggy
clothes that she normally wore disguised the fact that her nipples are
quite large and quite sensitive.

   Vicky's blood circulation had never been the same after the accident and
her extremities were constantly cold.  For this reason and because of the
lack of muscular development of her legs, she seldom wore shorts or skirts.
Even in eighty and ninety degree heat, she usually wore baggy long-sleeved
sweaters or sweat shirts.  Her wardrobe coupled with the fact that she was
usually sitting in her wheelchair, insured that no one knew how nice her
tight ass was or how sexy her pert breasts looked.

   Vicky had been certain for years that no man would be interested in her
because she was confined to a wheelchair.  This belief led to her
disdaining all make-up and refusing to dress to appeal to the opposite sex.
She was unaware of how little she would have to change to accentuate her
better features.  All through high school and now that she was in college;
she had just been the plain-Jane in a wheelchair.

   Vicky had always been a good student in school.  Surprisingly, when she
returned to school after the accident, her grades improved.  She received
one B while she was in high school and after two years of college, she was
still earning all A's.  Since the latter years of junior high school, she
had read about four books per week.  This was in addition to all of the
reading that she had to do to maintain her high scholastic average.

   After her accident, her bitter attitude had alienated all of her friends
and she had done nothing over the past years to cultivate many new
friendships.  During high school, she had overheard some conversations that
the other girls had when they talked about how they could make themselves
feel good with their fingers.  She began to experiment with this practice
and eventually learned to give herself a mild orgasm.  She still used this
form of self-gratification to achieve that pleasant feeling a couple of
times per week.

   Vicky had been interested in boys before she had been hurt and some of
the boys at school had shown an interest in her.  When she finally returned
to school, that interest had waned on both sides.  Throughout her years in
high school, she had had about four dates and Vicky was sure that some of
them were with guys who had pity for her.  On a couple of these dates, she
had been kissed; but she had done nothing further.  Her knowledge about sex
was limited to what she learned from the many books that she read.

   Vicky knew of the satisfying sex lives that many of her peers were
experiencing and she was quite jealous of them for this.  This jealousy had
been raised to a new level as she watched the rapturous look on the face of
that buxom blonde as her brother pounded his hard cock into her.  Vicky was
determined that she was going to experience the same feeling.  Aloud, she
said to herself, "I have got to get fucked.  I have got to do it soon."

   Vicky's reminiscence was interrupted by the sound of people moving
around at the far end of the house.  Jim and the girl appeared in the
kitchen doorway.  The blonde with the big tits was now fully clothed.  The
considerable expanse of cleavage that was visible in the v-neck top that
she was wearing did nothing to make them look any smaller than they had
looked when they were bare.  Jim had been somewhat surprised to see his
sister sitting there.  Jim said, "Hi, Vicky.  This is Melissa Banks.  ï,¼
Melissa, this is my sister, Vicky." Then he looked back at Vicky and added,
"Melissa and I work together.  ï,¼ When did you get home?"

   Vicky replied, "I have been home all afternoon.  I took the afternoon
off.  I was in my room reading until a few minutes ago.  I came out here to
get a soda." Vicky could tell, as Jim and Melissa walked toward the door,
that Jim had been embarrassed to find his baby sister sitting at the
kitchen table when he was getting ready to take his bimbo home.  When she
heard her brother's car start and he drove off, she returned to her room
where she returned to her book.  She had slipped her pants off as soon as
she had gotten back on the bed.  This time, she did not intend to fight the
temptation to finger herself when she returned to the erotic portions of
the book.  A few hours later, Vicky heard movement in the kitchen.  She
assumed, correctly so, that her mother had returned from work.

   Vicky went to the kitchen and talked with her mother, as supper was
prepared.  After they had eaten, Vicky returned to her room where she spent
most of the weekend.  During this time in her bedroom, Vicky alternated
between reading a book and thinking about what she had seen through the
door of her brother's bedroom.  Her mind kept trying to develop some
reasonable plan that would allow her to feel that same wonderful sensation.
By the time that she fell asleep on Sunday evening, it had almost developed
to an obsession.

   Monday morning saw Vicky arrive in the kitchen before six-thirty.  Her
mother and brother had not come out of their rooms yet.  Vicky had heard
the shower in the hallway bathroom running, so she knew that her brother
was out of bed.  Vicky and her mother each had bathrooms connected to their
bedrooms.  The coffee had just finished brewing when Connie Ralston
appeared in the kitchen.  Connie remarked, "You're up and moving a little
earlier than usual."

   Vicky handed her mother a cup of coffee and answered, "Yeah.  I think
that I got too much sleep this weekend.  This is my week to open the
bookstore, so I'll probably get there about seven-thirty."

   Vicky had started to work at the bookstore right after she graduated
from high school.  She worked part-time during the school year and full
time during the summer and other school vacations.  Jerry Halpert was the
owner of the store and he was very good to work for.  He had a middle-aged
woman who worked for him; but she took a lot of time off during the summer.
That worked out quite well for everyone.  Janice Watson also worked at the
bookstore.  Janice was Vicky's age and had worked at the bookstore for a
little more than a year.  Janice and Vicky also had classes together during
the school year and they had become quite close.  In fact, Janice was
probably Vicky's only real friend.  During the summer, Janice and Vicky
alternated weeks that they opened the store.  The store opened at eight
o'clock and Vicky would probably be there at about seven-thirty.  When
Vicky opened the store, Janice usually arrived between nine and
nine-thirty. Mr.  Halpert usually didn't come in until about nine-thirty
and then he usually left for the bank within thirty minutes

   Vicky was anxious for Janice to come in this morning.  She needed to
talk to her friend about her current obsession.  Vicky knew that Janice was
sexually active and really liked sex.  Vicky and Janice had had previous
discussions about sex and Vicky knew that although Janice was quite open
minded about sex, she was cautious about having sex.  Janice had told her
friend that she had to have some close feeling for the guy before she would
spread her legs for him.  Vicky wanted some honest advice from someone
about this and she wanted it from someone who would not ridicule her
because she was a twenty-year-old virgin.  Vicky was waiting on a customer
when Janice came in at nine-fifteen.  Janice knew that there was a box of
books that needed to be put on shelves and she started on that as soon as
she got there.

   Mr.  Halpert came in and checked that the girls were doing the jobs that
he had given them to do and then he got his bank deposit ready.  As he was
walking toward the door, Mr.  Halpert said, "Girls, if anybody calls for
me, I probably won't be back until early afternoon.  I have another
appointment after I finish at the bank.  When that is done, I will probably
go to lunch."

   Vicky and Janice both said, "Okay, see you later, Mr.  Halpert."

   Vicky was pleased that she would have plenty of time to talk with
Janice. She wheeled herself over to where Janice was working and started
helping to put books on the shelves.  After a few minutes, Vicky asked,
"Janice, how old were you the first time that you had sex?"

   Without batting an eye, Janice asked, "With a guy or with a girl?"

   "You mean that you have had sex with a girl."

   "Sure, lots of times.  I like it with a guy a whole lot better; but sex
with another girl is usually a lot of fun."

   "How old were you the first time that you did that?"

   "Sixteen.  A bunch of us girls were sitting around trying to find things
that felt good.  We liked the way it felt when we played with ourselves;
but we weren't ready to have a cock in us yet.  One thing led to another
and pretty soon we were eating each other's pussies.  I did it a lot when I
was in high school; but I haven't had that many opportunities since then."

   "When did you start having sex with guys?"

   "Early in my freshman year in college.  Almost two years ago."

   "What made you decide that you wanted to let him do it?"

   "He sort of made up my mind for me."

   "How was that?"

   "I had let several guys get my pants off to play with my pussy; but when
I thought that they were getting dangerously close to wanting to fuck, I
would make them stop."

   "Why didn't stop him?"

   "I didn't get the chance.  Before he got to the point where I usually
put a stop to it, his head went between my legs and he started to eat my
pussy.  I came so hard that I didn't think that a hand job would do.  I'm
glad that he made me cum with his mouth, because I sure didn't get close
when he fucked me."

   "How come?"

   "First, he just jammed it in to pop my cherry and then he came on about
the third stroke.  I damned sure didn't go out with that asshole again."

   "I take it that the next time was a lot more pleasant."

   "Pleasant hell.  It was fantastic.  I waited about four months before I
had sex with another guy.  This time, I wanted to make sure that there was
more than just sex between us.  We had been going out about two months when
we finally had sex.  I really thought that I loved him and I thought that
he loved me.  We were together more than six months and finally I realized
that all there really was between us was the sex.  Since that guy there
have only been about two guys for about a dozen times.  ï,¼ Why are you
suddenly so interested in my sex life?"

   "I, um, ah, I was thinking that maybe I wanted to start having sex."

   "Wow.  What brought that on?  And do you have anyone in particular in
mind?"

   "Friday, when I had the afternoon off, my brother brought some bimbo
home and he didn't close his door all of the way.  I watched him eating her
pussy and then I saw him slide his cock into her.  Damn, his cock looked so
beautiful; I wanted it sliding into me."

   "Well, if you are so enamored with that cock, why don't you just fuck
your brother?"

   "Shit, I don't know if I could do that.  Of course, I don't really have
any other prospects.  You've seen all of the guys lining up around here
trying to take the wheelchair girl on a date."

   "I don't want to hear that self-pity shit.  I'm willing to discuss this
with you to see what we can do to get you satisfied; but I'm not listening
to you blame it all on the chair."

   "I don't even know what you can do to help me."

   "First, we have to figure out how much experience that you have had."

   "Experience, what's that?"

   "Okay, we know that you have never fucked a guy, because you said that
you were still a virgin.  Your reaction when I talked about having sex with
women tells me that you don't have any experience there.  Am I right?"

   "Yeah, you're right."

   "You have used you fingers to get yourself off; haven't you?"

   "Yeah, I've done that; it's just that it doesn't seem as fulfilling as
I've read about and heard about."

   "Fingers are never as good as a tongue or a cock; but they can be pretty
satisfying.  I think that you need to get some personalized instruction on
this."

   "Just where do I get this personalized instruction?  Do they have a
course called Fingering Your Pussy 101 at the community college?"

   "You're close.  You and I will get together and I will show you what
makes me feel good and we'll see what can make you feel good."

   "I appreciate you wanting to help; but I was just asking for some
advice."

   Janice looked a little disappointed as she asked, "Does that mean that
you don't want me to show you?"

   Vicky smiled as she replied, "Now, I didn't say that.  It would be great
if you could show me how to make it better.  Even if I can't find someone
to fuck me, maybe I can learn how to make myself feel a little better."

   "That sounds good to me.  It has been a little while since I have had
any sex, so maybe this will help me relieve some of the sexual tension that
I have been feeling."

   A couple of customers came in and they had to stop their discussion for
a while.  They waited on the customers and did some of the other work that
they had to do.  Later in the day, Janice asked Vicky, "Have you given any
more thought to the suggestion that I gave on who should be your first
man?"

   Vicky shook her head for a few seconds and looked at Janice before
saying, "I've thought about it; but isn't fucking your brother wrong?  I
mean, I think that it is even against the law or something."

   Janice got right in her face and said, "Look, when it comes to how you
use your own body, it is your conscience that decides if it is right or
wrong.  That is unless you're talking about fucking some young kid or a
mental retard that can't make a determination if what he is doing is right
or wrong."

   Vicky said, "I don't know.  I guess that it is my conscience that is
making me hesitate about that.  Until I can get past that, I don't think
that I could do it."

   Janice dropped a book onto the table and told her friend, "Look, you
have to quit having this mealy-mouthed attitude about things.  That
attitude is why Jim is your only viable alternative at this point.  ï,¼ Now
let's look at the broad picture.  The reason that I have been going without
sex for so long is because I insist on having some sort of close emotional
attachment or bond with the guy that I am going to have sex with.  Now, I
have seen you with your brother a few times and I have heard you talk about
him quite a bit.  I know that you love your brother as much as you could
love any other guy.  From the way you talk and act, I think that if you
were to get married, you wouldn't love your husband any more than you love
your brother.  So if you got together with him, I think that you would love
it a whole lot more than you would with some other guy that you hadn't
known for that long.  ï,¼ Besides, your brother is a damn good-looking guy.
You said that it was the sight of his cock that got you so obsessed with
getting fucked.  How big is it anyway?"

   Vicky held her hands apart and replied, "I don't know; I wasn't close
enough to measure it.  Probably six to eight inches long."

   Janice licked her lips as she asked, "And how big around?"

   Vicky put her thumbs and index fingers together to form a circle and
then spread them apart a little bit.  She told Janice, "Probably about that
big around."

   Janice rubbed her crotch and said, "Sounds mighty fine to me.  If you
don't fuck him, I might.  But we're getting ahead of ourselves.  We have to
decide when we are going to get together and where."

   Vicky thought for a few seconds and then answered, "Tomorrow is Tuesday
and my brother has a softball game tomorrow night.  My mother usually goes
to dinner with her boyfriend on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  Why don't we go to
my house after work tomorrow evening?"

   Janice smiled as she replied, "That sounds like a good plan to me.  Just
spend some time thinking about that other option.  I think that in the long
run that that would be your best bet.

   Vicky was impatient the entire day at work on Tuesday.  She was through
work at four and Janice was scheduled to work until closing time at six
o'clock.  Vicky waited for a while for Janice and at about four-thirty, Mr.
Halpert asked the girls, "Vicky, I see that you are hanging around a little
late.  Are you and Janice planning on doing something together after work?"

   Vicky said, "Yeah.  We had something that we kind of wanted to do
together."

   Mr.  Halpert smiled as he told the girls, "Janice, it is kind of slow
around here tonight.  Why don't you go; I can close up tonight."

   They arrived at the Ralston home shortly before five o'clock and Vicky
noticed that her brother's car was in the driveway.  She went to the
refrigerator and got a soft drink for herself and another for Janice.  They
sat in the kitchen and waited for a while for Jim to leave for his softball
game.  A few minutes later, Jim came through the kitchen and, upon noticing
Vicky and Janice, said, "Hi, girls.  What do you two have planned for this
evening?"

   Vicky answered, "We're just going to hang out here for a while."

   Jim told them, "It's boring around here.  Why don't you two come and
watch my softball game?"

   Vicky turned up her nose and replied, "I don't think so.  You know how
much I like being outside with all of those bugs at this time of the year.
Janice wants to look at some of my books.  We are going to trade some."

   Jim was on his way out the door as he told her, "Yeah.  Like you need
some more books.  You should just give some away for about six months and
thin out that batch in your room."

   Janice walked to the door and watched Jim drive off.  She turned to face
Vicky and said, "Trade books, yeah.  The only books that we're interested
in tonight are the ones about enjoying sex." Janice followed as Vicky
started to wheel her way down the hall to her room.  Vicky closed the door
to the room and Janice went to sit down on the edge of the bed.  When she
almost fell over backward, she exclaimed, "As many times as I have sat on
this bed, I keep forgetting that it is lower that most beds.  And every
time that I try to sit on it I almost fall on my ass."

   Vicky laughed as she said, "And every time that you almost fall on your
ass, I remind you that it is that height to match the height of the wheel
chair.  It's to make it easier for me to get in and out of bed.  As soon as
I think you are getting used to it, I'll have the height of it changed.  I
like to see you almost fall on your ass."

   Janice was taking off her shoes and socks as she snarled, "Quit being a
smart ass and get on the bed and get naked.  By the time that the night is
over Doctor Janice is going to have you cumming harder than you have ever
cum before." Both girls were naked fairly soon and Janice, who was sitting
near the foot of the bed with her feet crossed at the ankles, instructed
Vicky, "Sit like this and face me."

   Vicky reached down and used her hands to move her ankles into place,
telling Janice, "You always have to make things so damned hard for me."

   Janice was apologetic as she responded, "I'm sorry.  We could have sat
in a different position.  Some things just come naturally to me, I forget
that you have to struggle to do them or can't do them at all.  I guess that
the two mile run when we are finished is out; isn't it?"

   Vicky laughed, as she said, "No, it's all right, as long as I can do it
in my van."

   Janice told her, "Show me how you start out when you are playing with
yourself and I'll show you the things that I think will make it better."
Vicky began to run her left hand over her boobs and slid her right hand
between her legs.  She slid one finger into her slit and began to slowly
slide it in and out.  Watching her friend was turning Janice on and she
began to paw her own breasts and slid two fingers into her, now wet, pussy.
Janice moved closer to Vicky and reached down and pulled Vicky's hand from
her pussy.  Janice moved her own hand between Vicky's legs and slid two
fingers in there and used her thumb to start probing that swollen clitoris.

   Janice began to play with one of Vicky's breasts and murmured, "You have
such nice tits; but the way that you dress, no one will ever know.  I just
love your nipples, they are so big and they must really be sensitive,
because the second that you started to get turned on they really started to
grow." Janice continued to use her fingers on Vicky's pussy and Vicky
reached out and started to play with Janice's tits and pussy.  Vicky must
have been learning from what Janice was doing to her because Janice was
really getting worked up.  Vicky's juices were really flowing now.  She had
never felt this good when she fingered herself and she could tell that
there was still more to come.

   Vicky exclaimed, "Oh, god.  I think that I am going to pass out.  This
feels so good.  And it feels so different, but so good to be playing with
your boobs and feeling your pussy.  Damn, girl, you are wet.  Are you sure
that you're not peeing in my bed.  Oh fuck, this feels good." Then Vicky
began to moan and she fell backward on the bed and her head struck the
headboard.  She fought to catch her breath.

   Vicky said, "Damn, I've never cum that hard.  When you played with my
boobs it felt better than it ever had when I have played with them myself."

   An evil grin came over Janice's face as she told Vicky, "You think that
that made your tits feel good; wait until you experience this." Janice
grabbed Vicky by the hips and pulled her until she was flat on her back. 
Janice moved over the top of Vicky's body and continued, "Now, you are
going to find out what it is like to have your tits sucked." First, she
began by licking the nipples.  She moved from tit to tit and then she began
to kiss and then she started to suck.  Janice moved her hand back between
Vicky's legs and started to play with that wet pussy again.

   Janice continued to suck on those pert tits with those large pointy
nipples.  Vicky was nearly having another orgasm from the attention that
was being paid to her tits.  She exclaimed, "Now, I know why some girls
fuck on the first date.  If something starts feeling this good, you don't
want to quit."

   When she heard that, Janice lifted her head from those tits and said,
"Oh, you don't want to quit, huh?" She moved her head down and began to eat
Vicky's virgin pussy.  She stabbed her tongue in and out of that hot slot
and occasionally swiped her tongue across that ultra-sensitive clit.  She
continued until she had Vicky thrashing about on the bed.  The poor girl
was nearly in tears as she was brought closer and closer to the biggest
orgasm that she had ever experienced.

   Vicky screamed, "Oh, god.  If something can make me feel that good, I
have to try it myself.  Let me taste your pussy." Janice was more than
happy to oblige.  She moved her legs over Vicky's head and placed her pussy
in front of her face.  Not having any idea what she was doing, Vicky just
tried to do to Janice what Janice was doing to her.  They continued to lap
between the legs of the other until they both lacked the energy to
continue. Janice moved around on the bed until her face was facing Vicky's.
The two of them kissed and, between kisses, Vicky said, "If fucking is
better than that, I have to have a cock in me.  That was the most glorious
experience that I have ever had."

   Janice told her, "I think that you will love it.  You'll find some one
to take care of your needs.  Have you given any more thought to getting
your brother in bed?"

   "I've thought about it.  I'm still not sure.  In the meantime, I need to
find someone else."

   "If we are going to find someone for you, you need to start dressing
differently.  You need to show a little skin.  What you are wearing doesn't
have to say, 'Hey, guys, I'm ready to fuck; come on.' It does need to say,
'Hey guys, take a look at this.  Now show me why I should let you see more
of it.' ï,¼ We'll start working on that tomorrow."

   The two of them were kissing and Janice started to play with Vicky's
tits again.  Vicky slid two fingers into Janice's pussy and started to move
them around.  The two girls spent another two hours in bed until Janice
finally forced herself to get dressed and go home.

   On Wednesday, the two girls resumed their conversation every chance that
they could get while they were at work.  Late in the morning, Janice got
back on the subject of a possible partner for Vicky.  She said, "Look
Vicky, it should be someone that you have some deep feelings for.  I think
that you will be sorry if you accept the first willing guy with a hard dick
that comes along.  You have known me long enough to know how much I love
sex.  I have been going without for a long time because I haven't found a
guy that I can feel close enough to him to be willing to have sex.  There
have been quite a few guys that have tried to get into my pants; but I
haven't let them.  With it being your first time, having a bond with him is
more important that it will be any other time.  I told you about what a
disaster my first time turned into.  If that hadn't been my first time, it
probably wouldn't have upset me that much.  Finding a guy that you can feel
close to might take quite a bit of time."

   Vicky frowned as she said, "Oh, you're back on this kick.  She doesn't
look good enough to attract a guy willing to take her to bed."

   Janice snapped back, "I told you that if you keep up this pity shit that
I will quit trying to help you.  What I was trying to say is that finding a
guy and then developing a relationship with him usually takes some time. 
You seem to be too anxious to lose that cherry to have that kind of
patience.  I think that your best bet is your brother.  From the way that
you described his cock, if you don't want him, I might make a play for
him."

   Vicky asked, "What happened to your idea of wanting to form a
relationship first?"

   Janice was quick to quip, "I've got time for that; I don't have a cherry
that I am trying to get rid of."

   Another customer came in and their conversation had to be put on hold
again.  Shortly after lunch, Janice said, "You know, we need to do
something about the way that you dress.  You need to dress differently than
you do to attract some decent guys."

   "What can I do differently?  I am a girl with spindly legs in a
wheelchair.  How are clothes going to attract a guy?"

   "You need to show a little skin.  You have nice tits; you should let
people know that they are there.  You don't have to let them hang out; but
you can dress to accentuate them.  You have a nice looking ass, too; but as
long as you have to sit in that wheelchair, there is not much we can do
about that."

   "The thing is that I don't wear these baggy clothes to hide anything. 
If my arms are uncovered they get cold, even in eighty or ninety degree
weather.  The same thing with my legs.  My circulation is not real good and
I have to do exercises three times a week to help the circulation.  Even
with them, my extremities get cold quite easily."

   "We can find something that will keep you warm and still show off what
you have.  Why don't you come shopping with me and we will see what we can
find for you?"

   "I don't know; I'll think about it."

   Mr.  Halpert returned to the store and the girls were kept busy most of
the afternoon.  Neither girl felt comfortable discussing sex when he was in
the store.  They didn't even like to do it when he was in a different room,
because he moved about the store very quietly and they didn't want to be
discussing something intimate and have him appear behind them.  They had
been quite busy most of the afternoon.  Shortly before Vicky was getting
off, Janice said, "Vicky, are you going to come back here to meet me at six
so that we can go shopping."

   Vicky hesitated a bit before answering, "Yeah, I'll come back.  I don't
know how much I will buy; but looking is always fun."

   Neither girl was aware that Mr.  Halpert was three feet from them as
they were talking.  He said, "Janice, if you two want to start your
shopping early, you can leave when Vicky gets off."

   Janice looked at him and replied, "Gee, Mr.  Halpert, you let me off
yesterday.  I don't want impose on you.  When I have something planned, I
don't mind asking for time off; but when it's spur of the moment, I don't
expect to get off."

   Mr.  Halpert told her, "I know that you left early yesterday; but you
didn't ask for the time off then either.  You two are both pretty good
about putting in extra hours when I need your help.  You go ahead; I can
manage.  I have to stay anyway and yesterday when you were gone, we only
had one customer.  Enjoy your shopping."

   They left Janice's car in the parking lot and they both rode in Vicky's
van.  On their way to the mall, Janice suggested that they stop somewhere
to eat when they finished shopping.  Vicky thought that that would be a
good idea.  When they finished, everyone at her house would probably be
through eating and she didn't feel like cooking this evening.  The first
store that they visited had a fine assortment of clothes for the matronly
woman and the woman with a set of 40DD's that wanted to flaunt them.  They
also had a wide assortment of the same type of attire that Vicky was
currently wearing.  Janice grabbed the handles on Vicky's wheelchair and
turned her around.  As she was pushing the chair toward the door, she said,
"Now I know where you buy all of your clothes."

   At the second store, there was a wide assortment of tops that interested
Janice.  She picked out several of them and showed them to Vicky.  Vicky
said, "I am not sure that I could wear those.  And I am not sure that they
would look that good on me.  The necklines on all of them are quite low
and, in case you have forgotten, I don't have a whole lot to fill out that
area."

   Janice handed Vicky one of them and said, "Take this into the changing
room and put it on.  The only way that you will know how it will look is if
you try it on."

   Jenny begrudgingly took the garment from Janice and said, "I'll try it;
but I am sure that I won't like it." A few minutes later, Vicky returned
and looked into the full-length mirror.  She shook her hand and said,
"Look, it is so tight that the first thing that you notice is the lines of
my bra.  The neckline is so low that my bra is showing.  I don't think so.

   Janice spun the wheelchair around and pushed it back toward the changing
room and told Vicky, "Get you ass back in there and try it without a bra.
Shit, we not only have to change your wardrobe; we need to give you an
attitude transplant."

   Vicky returned again and moved toward the mirror.  After observing
herself, she said, "I'm still not sure.  Not wearing a bra doesn't feel
right.  And look at how my nipples are sticking out."

   Janice made a fist like she was going to slug Vicky and told her, "The
top is tight enough that there won't be any excess jiggle and I don't think
that you are going to be playing volleyball or anything like that to make
them bounce around.  As for your nipples sticking out, that is the purpose
of this type of top.  Now it has long sleeves, so you can't complain about
your arms getting cold.  Come on, this one looks good on you.  Which other
ones do you want?"

   They continued to search for tops that would make Vicky look more
enticing.  They found several that Vicky finally accepted after some
prodding by Janice.  They were entering their fourth store of the evening
when Vicky told Janice, "I think that we have bought enough tops; why don't
we quit for the night."

   Janice replied, "Nope.  We need to take care of you from the waist
down."

   Vicky grabbed the wheels of her chair in an attempt to stop Janice from
pushing.  She turned and said, "There is nothing wrong with my shoes or
socks.  You were the one that said that there was nothing that we could do
to accent my ass since I am in a wheelchair.  Let's leave."

   Janice pulled Vicky's hands away from the wheels and started pushing
again, as she calmly told Vicky, "Whether anybody can see it or not, if you
feel good about how you look from the waist down; you will feel better
about yourself in general.  We are going to look for skirts, shorts and
slacks."

   Vicky had resignation in her voice when she uttered, "Oh, all right. 
Let's look."

   Janice had to work very hard at it but she finally convinced Vicky to
take two pairs of tight-fitting slacks and a pair of skin-tight black
shorts.  Janice put her best effort into convincing Vicky that she needed
to buy a skirt that reached about three-quarters of the way to her knees.
Vicky tried to convince her that she didn't know when she would wear a
skirt; but Janice convinced her that the time to wear it would probably
come fairly soon.  As they were moving through the mall, Vicky thought that
they were going to the parking lot; but Janice had other ideas.

   When her wheelchair changed directions, Vicky looked up to see the sign
over the store that they were entering.  She exclaimed, "Victoria's Secret.
What the fuck are we going in there for?"

   Janice leaned over and calmly said, "You were bitching about how your
bra was showing with some of those loose-fitting tops.  We'll find you a
couple of bras that will make those tops look better.  You were worried
about your panty line showing with the tight pants; well, this place has
the tiniest thongs around." They looked and found a couple of skimpy bras
that Janice thought would look nice.  Janice had found a lot more than
that; but convincing Vicky that she could wear them was the problem.  Vicky
then picked out a package of bikini underwear and a package of thongs and
she was ready to leave.  Janice had other ideas.  She took Vicky to the
area where they displayed the sexy negligees.  Janice showed about ten of
them to Vicky.  Vicky was hesitant to consider any of them; but she finally
decided on one that was nearly sheer and tied just below the boobs.  It
came with a sheer pair of bikini panties.

   The two girls loaded their purchases into Vicky's van and made plans for
where they wanted to eat.  They discussed several options until Janice
suggested, "Why don't we eat at that place just around the corner from the
bookstore and then when we are finished eating I can get my car and follow
you home.  I can help you carry some of this stuff into your house." Vicky
thought that that was a good idea and drove in that direction.

   They were seated in the restaurant, waiting to be served when Vicky
started looking at the credit card receipts from the evening.  Vicky
exclaimed, "Oh shit.  I can't even imagine what my mother's reaction will
be when she gets the credit card bill this month."

   Janice asked, "Well, who pays it; you or her?"

   "We both do.  Even though the bill is in my name, she opens it when it
comes.  She pays for all of my gas for the van and she pays anything
related to school.  I pay for all of my personal items that are charged. 
Clothes are an in-between item.  She says that she will clothe me; but
anything special that I want I have to pay for."

   "What do you think she will do about tonight's purchases?"

   "I don't know; I've never spent six hundred dollars in one day of
shopping before."

   "Six hundred dollars?  Oh fuck.  I'm sorry; I didn't know that you were
spending that much.  I shouldn't have pushed you into buying some of that
stuff."

   "Don't worry about it.  I saw the dollars piling up every time that I
signed a receipt.  I'm a big girl and I could have stopped."

   "How much do you think that you will have to pay?"

   "I don't know; I would say that the thongs and the negligÃ(C)e are mine
to pay for.  That's a given.  I'll probably have to pay for the bras too.
The name of the store will swing mom's vote on that one.  The other stuff,
I couldn't guess what she will do.  She could pay all of it; she could pay
none of it.  I'm hoping that she will split it with me; but if any of this
stuff helps me get laid, it will be worth every penny."

   Janice then changed the subject to Vicky using her brother to satisfy
her needs.  Vicky would not admit to Janice that she had pretty much
decided to follow that course of action.  Vicky was, however, fairly
certain that she knew how she would go about it.  They finished eating and
Janice followed Vicky into the house; they were each carrying several
packages.  Mrs.  Ralston was apparently already in bed and Jim was not home
yet.  The two girls set the packages on the bed and Janice returned to the
van to get the rest of them.  Vicky was putting her purchases away when
Janice came back into the room.  Janice told Vicky, "Usually when I go
shopping with another girl, we have a fashion show when we get done."

   Vicky said, "Well, it is past ten-thirty and I have to open the store in
the morning.  I don't think that I have the energy to try all of this stuff
on tonight."

   Janice looked a little sad as the asked, "How about if you just model
the negligÃ(C)e then?  You have to get ready for bed anyway." Vicky moved
the remaining packages to the top of her dresser and took the negligÃ(C)e
out of its bag.  She slid from her wheelchair to the edge of her bed and
started to undress.

   Vicky had the negligÃ(C)e on, she asked, "How does it look?"

   Janice walked to the corner of the room and picked up Vicky's crutches
and carried them to her.  She said, "I know that you don't like to use
these; but I would like to see what it looks like when you are standing."
Vicky used the crutches to stand at the edge of the bed and Janice walked
close to her.  She slid her hand under the leg band of the panties and
rubbed Vicky's pussy.  She said, "It has me horny; it should work with a
guy too.  I had better go home before neither one of us gets any sleep
tonight.

   On Thursday morning, Vicky was out of bed at the normal time.  She
immediately went into her bathroom to shower.  When she finished, she took
more time than normal to lay out her wardrobe for the day.  She wheeled
herself in front of the mirror and spent several minutes brushing her hair.
She had decided that she wasn't ready for the new skirt or pants that she
had bought the night before.  She slipped into a pair of her cotton panties
and pulled and a loose-fitting pair of pants.  She did, however, wear one
of her new tops.  She chose a tight, long-sleeved, v-neck top and she
decided that she would not wear a bra with it.  The excitement of it all
was causing her nipples to grow and they were poking out the front of her
top.  She knew that such a sight would alarm her mother and her brother, so
she reached into a drawer and pulled out a baggy cardigan sweater.  She had
it buttoned almost to her neck before she went to the kitchen.

   As soon as she got to work, she took the sweater off and placed it on
the back of her wheelchair.  Vicky was excited about what she had planned
for tonight.  She was afraid to talk to Janice about it for fear that
hearing her own plan out loud might make her change her mind.  It was an
exceptionally busy day at the bookstore and she was busy with customers
most of the time.  Janice was either busy helping to wait on customers or
straightening the displays of books after the customers had scattered them.
Four o'clock came and she was still busy with customers.  Janice came over
to her and said, "Vicky, you are supposed to be off.  I can take care of
these customers." Vicky finished with the customer that she was waiting on
and moved to the back room.

   She opened the door to Mr.  Halpert's office and asked him, "It is still
pretty busy out there; do you want me to stay a little longer?"

   Mr.  Halpert said, "No.  You've been here all day.  I'll go out there
and take care of enough of them that Janice doesn't feel swamped.  I'll see
you tomorrow.  Incidentally, you look real nice today."

   Vicky flushed somewhat as she responded, "Thank you.  I'll see you in
the morning." As she wheeled herself toward the front door, she hoped that
her brother would think that she looked nice.  She had one stop to make on
the way home.  She needed some toothpaste and shampoo, which she would
normally ask her mother to pick up when she went grocery shopping.  She
stopped at a drug store on the way home and picked up the items that she
needed plus a couple of impulse items.  Next, she picked up a box of
condoms, which had been her real purpose in going to the drug store.  As
she slipped her credit card slip into her wallet, she thought, "Now, I know
Mom is not going to pay for this purchase."

   As Vicky was driving down their street, she saw that her brother's car
was in the driveway.  As she expected, her mother's car was not.  Upon
entering the house, she went directly to her room to put away the items
that she had purchased.  When she arrived in the kitchen, she saw that her
brother had prepared supper for the two of them.  As they were cleaning up
after themselves, Vicky asked, "Jim, when we get done here, could you help
me with my exercises.  Mom usually helps me with them on Wednesdays; but I
got home to late last night.  She was already in bed when I got home."

   Jim said, "Mom said that you were out late last night.  Big date?"

   Vicky leered at him as she replied, "Very funny.  I haven't had a date
in two years.  No, Janice and I went shopping and we stopped and had
dinner. Will you help me with my exercises?"

   "Yeah, no problem."

   "Thanks.  I've got to change.  I'll call you when I am ready."

   Vicky went to her bedroom and took the clothes that she planned to wear
from her drawers and then returned to her bed and began to strip.  She
tossed her clothes into the clothesbasket next to her bed and prepared to
put on the clothes that she wanted to wear for her exercises.  Before she
started to dress, she reached between her legs and started to rub.  Then
she thought, "No, I had better not.  I am too excited now.  I'll just get
dressed." When her mother helped her, Vicky usually wore gym shorts and a
T-shirt.  Tonight, she was going to wear gym shorts and a tank top.  The
panties that she wore when her mother was there would remain in the drawer
tonight.  She wanted to see how aroused she could get her brother.

   She had her pillows behind her and she was in a sitting position in the
middle of her bed when she called for Jim to come in.  Jim walked into the
room and as he began to sit on the edge of the bed, Vicky asked, "It has
been a long time since you have done this; are you sure that you remember
what to do?"

   Jim lifted her right hand and placed one palm under her arm and the
other hand on top of her arm and started to gently rub.  He asked, "Isn't
this how it is supposed to go?"

   Vicky told him, "Yep, that's the way that you start it."

   Jim had begun to vigorously rub her arm as he commented, "Just like
riding a bicycle.  It just takes a little bit to get back in the swing of
it." He continued working on that arm for several minutes.

   Vicky enjoyed having her mother work on her arms and her legs the three
nights that they went through this exercise.  hThe feel of her brother's
masculine hands against her flesh had a different feeling.  She was getting
a little excited as her arm was massaged.  She pulled her arm back from him
and said, "Move to the other side of the bed and get the other arm." Most
of the time when her mother was doing this, she would just roll over the
top of her daughter and begin work on the other arm.  Jim, however, stood
up and walked around the bed to begin work on that arm.

   As he was rubbing her arm, he couldn't help but notice how her braless
breasts quivered.  To take his mind off of the excitement that he was
beginning to feel, he started to make conversation.  Jim commented, "Vicky,
you look nice, tonight."

   "Oh, you mean that I don't normally look nice."

   "I didn't say that.  I just mean that when I used to do this, you were
usually wearing bulky sweats and I had to fight to expose your arms and
legs to do this.  Tonight, you look, um, ah well, so womanly."

   "Well, thank you."

   "You looked real nice when you got home from work tonight, too.  I had
never seen you wear that outfit before."

   "The top was one of the outfits that I bought when I went shopping with
Janice last night."

   "Am I going to get to see you model any other outfits that you bought?"

   "Probably, over the course of time.  You might get to see one of them
tonight, yet.  I think that that is enough for that arm; you can start my
legs now."

   Jim moved to the end of the bed and began the same ritual on her legs.
When he was rubbing her legs, Vicky did her best to keep her legs together.
He rubbed each leg for several minutes and then Vicky said, "Time for the
stretching exercises now."

   Vicky's nipples had started to grow when Jim was working on her legs and
he had noticed that immediately.  As he worked on her legs, his eyes were
focused on her tits.  He had never noticed his sister as a woman before;
but tonight he knew that his little sister was a woman.  He felt a little
guilty that his cock was starting to react to the sight of his sister's
boobs.  He hoped that Vicky would not notice that he had the beginning of a
hard-on.  Vicky, however, had noticed when his cock first began to stir and
this made her all the hornier.  Jim had now grabbed her ankle and was going
to flex that leg a few times and then drive it all of the way back into her
chest.  He was to do this several times with each leg.  As he started to
flex her leg, the view at the juncture of her thighs made him wonder if his
sister was wearing underwear.

   As Jim started to drive that first leg against her chest, Vicky moved
that other leg farther from the one that he was working on.  Jim was
treated to a full view of his sister's pussy.  His cock became harder than
it had been before.  Vicky was quite pleased at the reaction that she had
had on her brother.  Jim completed his work on her legs in a virtual
trance. Those nipples poking out from those beautiful tits and that bare
pussy winking at him had him nearly ready to cum in his pants.  As soon as
he finished with that last leg, he jumped off of the bed.  He turned away
from Vicky, trying to hide that erection from her.  Vicky lay there with a
feeling of power that she could have that effect on her brother.  A brother
that she knew had bedded more than his share of women in his twenty-two
years.

   As Jim was moving toward the door, Vicky said, "I'm going to take a
shower and then I will probably be out to watch some TV with you, okay."
Jim waved at her and kept moving.

   Vicky laughed at the effect that she had had on Jim.  She thought, "Wait
until you get phase two, big brother." Vicky stripped off her clothes and
got into her wheelchair.  She took her new negligÃ(C)e from the drawer and
placed it on the tray of her chair.  Once in the bathroom, she set the
negligÃ(C)e on the vanity.  Vicky's bedroom had been her parents' bedroom
before the accident.  Her mother had had a wheelchair accessible shower
installed in that bathroom and had moved into Vicky's old bedroom.  There
was a built in shower seat and Vicky moved from her wheelchair to that seat
and began to shower.  As she was almost finished with her shower, she began
to play with her breasts and to finger her pussy.  Finally, she moved back
into her wheelchair.

   Vicky moved toward the vanity and pulled herself to her feet.  Many
years earlier, her mother had purchased one of those 'I've fallen and I
can't get up' units.  Her unit was not hooked up to any monitoring agency;
it simply sounded an alarm in the main console that was in the family room.
The first year or two that they had it, Vicky had used it several times;
however, the last time that she had used it was nearly three years ago.  At
that time, there were two small steps from the back door to the backyard.
Vicky had tired of using the ramp at the front of the house and then
wheeling herself around the house when she wanted to go to the backyard. 
She tried to take her wheelchair down those two steps and had dumped it. 
After everyone realized that she was all right, her mother had given her a
good ass chewing.  Then everyone had a good laugh over it.  Two days later
a ramp had been built over the back steps.

   Before standing Vicky had taken her signaling unit from the wheelchair.
Using the vanity to hold herself upright, Vicky pushed her wheelchair away
and then slumped to the floor.  She squirmed on the floor until her ass was
pointed at the door.  She worked for several minutes to get one knee under
her body.  She pushed the button and listened closely.  She heard the alarm
and then heard the movement of someone coming down the hall.  She knew that
it had to be Jim.  When she heard her bedroom door open, she struggled to
lift her body with the knee that was under her.

   As Jim opened the bathroom door, he was treated to a view of his
sister's naked ass and pussy.  He immediately noticed that she was totally
naked.  With panic in his voice, he asked, "What happened, Vicky."

   Trying to hide her smile, she answered, "I leaned forward to try to get
my nightie from the vanity and my foot slipped on a wet spot on the floor.
As I fell forward, I kicked the wheelchair and it rolled away from me."

   Jim reached down and tried to use her arms to lift her.  She told him,
"Come on, you are going to have to grab my body to lift me back into the
chair." He put his arms around her waist and started to lift.  As he got
her upright, she let her body go limp in his arms.  He almost lost his grip
and suddenly, he found that his hands were holding her boobs as he lifted
her.  He didn't dare try to move his hands for fear of dropping her.

   He had her seated in the wheelchair and said, "I'll let you finish up in
here now."

   Vicky grabbed his arm and said, "Wait, hand me my nightgown.  That is
what caused all of this in the first place." Jim quickly took her
negligÃ(C)e from the vanity and turned to hand it to his sister.  He was
trying to keep from looking at her naked body; but his hormones took over.
He took in every inch of that lovely, sexy body before him.  Until earlier
this evening, Jim had not even considered his sister as a woman and sexual
thoughts about her never crossed his mind.  Now, he was looking at her
lustfully and was trying to keep her from knowing that he was sporting a
huge hard-on.  Vicky could see that her brother's cock was harder than it
had been, if that was possible.  She laid the negligÃ(C)e over her lap and
thanked her brother for his help.  Jim mumbled something incoherent and
walked out of the room.  Vicky had a huge smile on her face as she wheeled
herself back into her room.  Her plan seemed to be working; but she needed
to do something to get him into her bed.

   She put her negligÃ(C)e on and spent several minutes making sure that it
hung just right.  When she was sure that her brother would be sporting
another hard-on in a matter of minutes, she went to the family room and
joined him in front of the television.  She feigned interest in the program
that was on the tube; but, in reality, she was watching him alternate
between trying to sneak glances at her scantily clad body and rearranging
his hard cock in his pants.  Jim could only take so much of the torture; he
had to excuse himself to go to his room.  Vicky sat there with a smug,
self-satisfied look on her face.  A few minutes later, she went to her own
room and got into bed.

   Jim was on his bed with his stereo playing softly in the background.  He
could not get the sight of his sister's nubile body out of his mind.  He
knew that if that had been any other girl except his sister that was
showing him that much of her body, he would be pounding his hard cock into
her by now.  But that had been Vicky, his sister -- his handicapped sister
that he had protected and cared for over the past several years.  He just
rested, listened to his music and thought until he heard the front door
opening.  He turned off his stereo and went toward the kitchen.

   As he approached the kitchen, he saw that his mother was home.  Jim
reached into the refrigerator for a beer and as he walked toward the
kitchen table, he told his mother that he needed to talk to her.  Connie
Ralston was a little surprised; her son never wanted to sit and talk.  She
fixed herself a drink and joined her son at the kitchen table.  As she sat
down, Jim could tell that this was not his mother's first drink of the
evening.  He also noticed that her eyes looked a little red.  Jim looked at
her and said, "Shit, I wanted to talk to you about a problem that I have;
but it looks like you have been having some problems of your own.  What's
wrong, Mom?"

   Connie took a sip of her drink and said, "It's nothing serious.  I just
had another fight with Bill."

   "You should dump that jerk."

   "You always say that; but you don't have any reason to dislike him.  You
just don't think that any one can measure up to your dad."

   "That's true; no man can measure up to my Dad.  This guy, though, is not
good enough for you."

   "Honey, you are right.  There is no man that can measure up to your dad.
That is why I have never gotten serious with any of the guys that I have
gone out with.  There is only one part of the relationship that I had with
your father that I have tried to replace -- the sexual part.  To tell you
the truth, I still haven't found one that can replace your father in that
area.  I have just been able to take the edge off.  Okay, enough about my
sex life, you said that you wanted to talk to me about something.  Spill
it."

   "Yeah.  You know that I had to help Vicky with her exercises tonight."

   "Sure.  I told her that she should ask you; was that a problem?"

   "No, helping her wasn't the problem.  You know she wasn't dressed like
she used to when I helped her before."

   "She has been wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt lately."

   "Tonight, it was gym shorts and a tank top; but that wasn't the problem.
She wasn't wearing any panties."

   "Maybe she just forgot.  I think that you're making a lot out of
nothing."

   "But that wasn't the end of it.  She said that she was going to take a
shower.  I came back and started to watch television and a short time later
her alarm went off."

   "So, what did you do?"

   "I ran back to her room to what the problem was.  I found her on the
floor in the bathroom, buck-ass naked."

   "Did she say what happened?"

   "She claimed that she was leaning forward to get something off of the
vanity and slipped on a wet spot and the chair accidentally rolled away
from her."

   "So, what did you do?"

   "I picked her up and put her in the chair."

   "You know, she has fallen before."

   "Mom, that wasn't the end of it.  I came back and watched TV and after a
while she came out and joined me.  Damn, you should have seen what she was
wearing.  That nightgown didn't hide anything.  In fact, it just
highlighted certain areas."

   Connie took another sip from her drink and thought for a few seconds. 
Then she spoke, "Any one of those three things would not be all that
unusual.  The three of them happening one right after the other makes me
suspicious.  But I don't think that that is your real problem?"

   "What do you mean, Mom?  I am concerned about Vicky."

   "You may be concerned about her; but you're also concerned about
yourself.  How many of those times did you get an erection?"

   "Why would you think that that happened at all?  She's my sister."

   "First of all, I know what a horn-dog that you are ï,¼"

   "What do you mean; I'm a horn-dog?"

   "Jim, I have seen the parade of girls that you have snuck in and out of
this house over the past several years.  I am sure that there have been
many more that I was unaware of."

   "You knew and didn't say anything.  Why?"

   "Why should I have?  That would have been hypocritical of me.  When I
have been going out two or three nights a week to get laid; I can't very
well begrudge my son doing the same thing.  But back to this situation with
Vicky.  Which times did you get an erection?"

   "Um, a, well, all of them."

   "Then, I think that that is your real problem here.  You are upset that
your sister could make you horny and you think that your mother can perform
some kind of miracle and make the feelings that you are having, go away. 
Well, I can't make them go away."

   "Well, what am I supposed to do?  She is my sister -- my baby sister.  I
have spent my whole life, particularly the past seven and half years,
protecting her and trying to take care of her.  I am not supposed to have
feelings like that for my sister."

   "Look, until tonight, her doctor and I were the only ones who knew what
a nice body your sister has.  Now, you have seen it -- and you have seen it
in all of its glory.  About whether you are supposed to have feelings like
that for you sister or not, you are only human, so you will have those
urges for your sister, as you probably have had at one time or another for
your mother.  Societal taboos tell us that we should not act upon those
urges."

   Connie fixed herself another drink and continued to speak, "These taboos
came about because society feared the results of in-breeding.  Birth
control and abortion have made it so that we can prevent those problems;
but society hangs onto those fears.  I am not going to say that I would
endorse incest in most cases.  In fact, under normal circumstances, if I
learned of the possibility of my twenty-two year old son and my
twenty-year-old daughter having sex, I would probably be incensed.  But
Vicky is not a normal twenty-year-old girl."

   "What are you trying to say, Mom?"

   "I guess what I am trying to say is that I think that Vicky is anxious
to have sex.  If that will help to raise her self-esteem or make her feel
just a little bit more normal, then not only would I condone it, I would
encourage it."

   "Mom, you're not trying to tell me that you want me to fuck my own
sister; are you?"

   "No.  I am not telling you that I want you to.  I am telling you that
you will have to think about this very carefully.  Your conscience is
telling you not to do something that your hormones are telling you to do. I
am in a moral dilemma here too, Jim.  No mother wants their unmarried
daughter having sex; but most mothers accept it and hope that they have
prepared their daughters for the inevitable.  This is a concern that I have
not had to face and I wish that I had.

   Jim finished his beer and started to stand up.  He looked at his mother
and said, "I don't know what I can do about this.  I have always said that
I would do anything for my sister; but this is a step that I'm hesitant to
take." He stood there for a few seconds and then he added, "This decision
would be a whole lot easier if Vicky wasn't so damn sexy."

   Connie said, "You think about this and I will talk to Vicky tonight.  We
may have jumped to the wrong conclusion on this though.  I will talk to you
more in the morning about this."

   Jim began to walk away and then stopped and turned, as a thought popped
into his head.  Without even thinking, he said what was on his mind, "By
the way, I have had those thoughts about my mother." He swiftly walked
away.

   Connie smiled as she thought, "Thank you, Jim.  You just made my
evening. That asshole, Bill, was trying to tell me that I was too old to
find anybody else.  Well, my twenty-two year old son thinks otherwise."

   Connie went into her bedroom and undressed.  She stood naked in front of
her full-length mirror and hefted her 34C boobs.  Her stomach was still
pretty flat and her ass had very little flab.  Her boobs had a little sag
to them; but no more than you would xpect for a woman who was forty-five
years of age.  She thought to herself, "That jack-ass that I have been
dating sure does have some nerve telling me that I have to marry him
because I am getting too old to attract any other guys.  He is a good fuck;
but he definitely is not the type of guy that I would want to marry.  His
insensitivity, tonight, proved that.  Well, the hell with him.  I have a
more important problem to work on right now." She pulled a short nightgown
over her head and picked up a robe.  When she opened the door, she looked
down the hall.  Jim was not in sight, so she tossed her robe on the bed and
walked to her daughter's bedroom.

   She knocked on the door and, when she heard Vicky answer, she entered.
Vicky was sitting on her bed reading a book.  Connie sat down on the edge
of the bed and waited until her daughter put down the book that she had
been reading.  Connie said, "I understand that there was a slight problem
this evening.  What happened?"

   Vicky had a hard time suppressing a grin as she replied, "I was reaching
for my nightgown and I lost my balance.  I couldn't reach the chair and I
couldn't reach the vanity.  I didn't have any other way to get up.  I had
to push the button."

   Connie looked at the sexy negligÃ(C)e that her daughter was wearing and
understood how Jim got a hard-on form looking at her in it.  She remarked,
"I like that nightgown; is it new?"

   "Yeah.  I bought it last night when I went shopping with Janice."

   "You know, when you fell it is a very good thing that you happened to
have that signaling unit in your hand.  Normally, you just leave it sitting
on the chair."

   "I guess that I was lucky this time."

   "You know, Jim is not so sure that it was an accident."

   Vicky sat silent, waiting for her mother to say something else.  Connie
asked, "Is there a reason that you dressed differently tonight than you
normally do for your exercises?"

   "I wore gym shorts just like I always do.  I wore a tank top tonight
instead of a T-shirt."

   "The problem is not what you wore; it is what you didn't wear.  You
usually wear panties under your gym shorts."

   "Gee.  I must have forgotten them."

   Connie sat up on the bed and put her arm around Vicky and said, "Honey,
you haven't lied to me in the past and I would hope that you are not going
to start now.  It seems that everything that you did tonight was
calculated. Do want to tell me why you were trying to expose your body to
your brother?" Vicky just looked down and averted eye contact with her
mother.  Connie noticed that one nipple was poking over the edge of Vicky's
negligÃ(C)e.  She reached over and adjusted the top so that both breasts
were covered and said, "You know if you were just trying to give him a
hard-on, this outfit would have been enough.  Hell, a ninety-year-old man
taking salt-peter would get hard looking at you in this outfit."

   Vicky leaned against her mother and a few tears started to roll down her
cheeks.  When Vicky still remained silent, Connie asked, "Baby, are you
trying to get laid?"

   Vicky looked up at her mother and the corners of her mouth started to
turn upward as she murmured, "I wouldn't mind it."

   "Honey, I can understand that.  It is only natural for a girl your age
to want to have sex.  What I am having trouble with is why have you singled
out your brother?"

   Vicky struggled to get the words out; but she was finally able to tell
her mother, "Last Friday, I was in my room reading when I decided that I
wanted a soda.  When I was going to the kitchen, I noticed that Jim's door
was part way open.  When I glanced in, I saw that he was going down on this
broad with big tits.  The look that she had on her face was the most
satisfied look that I had ever seen on anyone's face up to that point. 
Then I saw his hard cock and I watched him slide it into her and as he was
driving it in and out, the look on her face became more satisfied than I
had seen before."

   "So, seeing that satisfied look on her face made you want to experience
the same thing; is that right?"

   "You're partially right, Mom.  Even right now, the most vivid part of
that memory is Jim's big, fat, hard cock.  It was the most beautiful thing
that I have ever seen.  I knew then that I had to experience the feel of it
inside of me."

   "Is it Jim's cock that you want to feel inside of you or do you just
want to experience a cock sliding in and out of you?"

   "I want to feel a cock in me; but there is something about Jim's that
has me hooked.  I have seen pictures of cocks before.  I have seen some
that are longer than his and I have seen some that are fatter than his. 
Some of them longer and fatter.  I have never seen one that is as beautiful
as his is."

   "Damn, if it is that beautiful; maybe I'll check it out myself."

   "Then you don't think that I am awful for wanting to something like
this."

   "No, honey, I don't think that you are awful.  I just wish that you had
come to me about this ahead of time.  Then, maybe you wouldn't have scared
the shit out of you big brother."

   "You mean that I scared Jim.  I didn't mean to do that."

   "Well 'scared' might be too strong of a word.  But he definitely did not
know how to react.  He and I just finished a long conversation in the
kitchen about this whole matter."

   "How pissed off at me is Jim?"

   "He is not pissed; he just didn't know how to handle the situation."

   "I suppose that I just blew any chance that I had of him fucking me;
didn't I"

   "Surprisingly no.  His main problem was that he had to keep reminding
himself that you were his little sister because he wanted to fuck you so
bad that he couldn't stand it.  I think that he is all right with that now
and if he knows for sure that that is what you want to do, he will be
willing."

   "And this doesn't upset you?"

   "Look, Vicky, I wanted to bring this subject up to you a few years ago.
I didn't have Jim in mind as your partner -- in fact I didn't have anyone
specific in mind.  I just thought that if you explored your sexuality a
little, it might help you try to fit in a little better and become more
social.  Then I remembered how the first year or two after the accident, I
kept trying to push you to try different things and you would constantly
balk at my attempts.  Those attempts just drove you deeper into your
shell."

   "I was happy that you started to let me be.  Until last Friday, I was
satisfied with the way things were."

   "I take it that you are not happy now and you want some things to
change. Tell me, how much experience have you had sexually?"

   Now Vicky was reluctant to talk too much.  She wasn't sure how her
mother would react when she learned of her sexual activities with another
woman.  She decided that if she wanted her mother's assistance and backing
in this matter that she had better tell her everything.  She started,
"Before this week, all that I had ever done was use my fingers on myself.
Then after seeing Jim and that girl, I knew that I had to talk to someone.
On Monday, I talked to Janice about it and about how I should go about
experiencing the same thing myself.  She wanted to know what experience
that I had had and when she found out how limited my experience was, she
came over on Tuesday evening and showed me how to get myself off better
with my fingers.  Then she showed me what it felt like to get my tits
sucked.  From there she ended up eating my pussy and I ended up eating
hers."

   "How did you like that?"

   "Oh, Mom.  It was fantastic; when she made me cum by using her tongue on
me, it was the best feeling that I have ever had.  When I was eating her
pussy and I made her cum, it was so satisfying to be pleasing another
person that much."

   Hearing this made Connie happy.  Now she would only have to get through
the mother-daughter relationship problem when she attempted to make love to
her daughter.  The girl-girl sex taboo was no longer a problem.  Vicky had
a very surprised look on her face when her mother said, "Honey, if I had
thought that you were ready for it, I would have shown you several years
ago how good it feels to have your pussy eaten."

   Vicky asked, "You, you mean, uh ï,¼"

   "Yes, darling, your mother likes to eat pussy and to have her pussy
eaten.  I can understand why you would have hesitated to come to me about
any of this, because most kids think that their parents stopped having sex
as soon as the youngest kid was born."

   Vicky laughed at that comment as told her mother, "Mom, with the number
of boyfriends that you have had over the past several years, Jim and I have
both known that you are very interested in sex and we would guess, very
active.  I have always been afraid to bring anything up for fear that you
would disapprove of me being sexually active."

   "Vicky, you have watched how many girls your brother has brought through
this house over the years.  If I disapproved, don't you think that I would
have said something before now?"

   "Mom, he's your son; I'm your daughter.  As much as everyone tries to
deny it, everyone condones the double standard.  With a son, it is a sign
of masculinity, a sign that he is becoming a man when he goes out and gets
a piece of ass.  The daughter is supposed to save her self for marriage. 
If she fucks more than one guy before she gets married, she is a slut.  You
may not have believed in that nor done anything to perpetrate your belief
in the double standard; but you never said or did anything to show that
that was not what you believed."

   "You are probably right on that issue, Vicky.  However, I would not have
been upset to learn that you were sexually active; in fact, I would have
supported it.  The only thing that I would have worried about would have
been if you had been hurt by it."

   Vicky put her hands to the side of her head and made a loud groaning
sound.  "I am so fucking tired of hearing that.  For seven and a half
fucking years, everything has been 'make sure that Vicky doesn't get hurt,'
or 'protect the poor little cripple.' Jesus fucking Christ, would somebody
let me get hurt, let me do something stupid.  Let me solve some real
problem.  That stupid signaling unit is a good example.  Since I was
thirteen or fourteen, I have legitimately used it once.  That time was a
fluke that I could even use it.  When the chair dumped, I went one way and
the chair went the other.  The signaling unit flew in the air and landed
right in front of my face.  I can take care of myself.  Tonight was a good
example.  I used the vanity to get to my feet and pushed the wheelchair
away.  Then I got down on the floor and positioned myself so that my ass
was pointed at the door.  I got my knee under my body so that I could lift
my ass in the air when Jim came into the room.  I can't run down the block
for a loaf of bread; but I think that tonight showed that I can improvise
and fend for myself."

   Connie pulled her daughter close to her and kissed her on the forehead,
saying, "Honey, I am sorry that you have felt that way.  If I had known how
you felt, I would have done many things differently.  I still would have
tried to protect you, because that is what mothers do; but maybe I wouldn't
have tried to be as over-protective.  Now give your mother a hug and a
kiss."

   Vicky put her arms around her mother and kissed her on the lips.  Connie
asked, "Sweetie, do you want to go to sleep or do you want to act on some
of the other things that we have been discussing."

   Vicky reached for the waistband of her panties and began to push them
over her ass.  As she was removing her top, she asked, "Mom, why are you
still dressed?" Connie's nightgown was on the floor in seconds.  Vicky
scooted her body to the middle of the bed and Connie moved to her and began
to kiss her daughter.  Within seconds, Connie's tongue had forced Vicky's
lips open and she probed swiftly and fervently in her daughter's mouth. 
Vicky's tongue was just as relentless in its attack on Connie's mouth.  As
she reached for one of those pert, young breasts, Connie thought, "Sex for
Vicky must be just like school.  One experience and she is already at the
head of her class." She couldn't believe how aroused she was becoming just
from her daughter's kisses.  Vicky then began to rub one of her mother's
beautiful breasts, feeling the nipple begin to harden under the palm of her
hand.

   Connie stopped kissing long enough to say, "Baby, I knew that your
nipples got big; but I had no idea how big and how hard they could get."

   As Vicky began to move her mouth toward her mother's firm, wondrous
globes, she said, "Give them time and they'll get bigger.  Now, I am going
to see if I can get yours as hard as Jim's cock was earlier tonight."

   Connie was moving from one tit to the other as she said, "Fuck, yes. 
Get those nipples hard.  Suck, baby, suck."

   As her tits were being sucked, Connie slid one hand between Vicky's legs
and softly rubbed the outer folds that tender labia.  She rubbed one side
and then the other; then she rubbed her daughter's mound just above that
moistening slit.  Her hand dropped lower and she began to run one finger up
the crack of her daughter's ass.  Vicky began to squirm when she felt the
tip of a finger probing the entrance to her tight asshole.  The strange,
unexplained sensation that Vicky was feeling had her experiencing a
combination of fear and excitement.  Part of her wanted her mother to
penetrate that opening; yet, another part of her was unsure if the possible
pleasure would outweigh the discomfort or the expected pain.  Connie ran
her finger back down that ass crack until she reached Vicky's pussy and
then ran her finger back up to her asshole.  She probed again for a short
time and retreated again.  Connie never really penetrated that young
asshole; she just teased it a lot.

   After probing the entrance to her daughter's asshole about six times,
Connie slid her finger down the crack of that tight ass and slid the end of
it into Vicky's now dripping pussy.  As she got her finger about halfway
in, Connie felt the pussy muscles clamp down on that digit.  Vicky moaned,
"Fuck, mom.  You made me cum already and you just got your finger in
there."

   Connie muttered, "I am real close too, honey.  Slide a couple of fingers
into me and I'll be there." In her efforts to finger Vicky's pussy, Connie
had pulled her tits away from Vicky's mouth.  Vicky moved one hand to those
large hooters and the other one went to her mother's dripping pussy.  She
slid two fingers in as far as she could reach and Connie yelped, "Oh yeah.
I'm there.  Fuck me with those fingers." Vicky's fingers began to piston in
and out of that wet snatch.

   Connie's fingers were sliding effortlessly in and out of her daughter's
pussy and she exclaimed, "Shit, baby, it's so wet that I just have to taste
it."

   As Connie began to move her head between Vicky's legs, Vicky said,
"Don't you dare move your pussy away from me.  Move it up over my face." As
Connie's tongue penetrated those swollen lips, she moved her crotch in
front of the youthful girl's mouth.  They each lapped, chewed and sucked on
the other as if that had been the only thing that they had been put on this
earth for.  It didn't take that long for them each to experience a powerful
orgasm.

   The two ladies lay in each other's arms caressing each other as they
tried to regain the strength that had just been sapped from them.  Connie
kissed her daughter and said, "Honey, that was fantastic.  It's hard to
believe that you don't have any more experience than you say." They held
each other in silence for a while until Connie asked, "I saw the
negligÃ(C)e that you bought; what else did you guys buy last night?"

   Vicky told her, "I bought a few new tops and some slacks.  I needed a
couple of new bras and some underwear."

   "How much did you spend?"

   "Do you really want to know?"

   "Hey, I could care less.  If it's more than I think you should be
spending on clothes, I'll just make you pay the bill."

   "I kinda figured that.  I am not sure what the actual total came to. 
The credit card receipts are in the top drawer of the dresser, if you want
to look."

   Connie stood up and began walking toward the dresser as she said, "I
think that I will look.  You remember the price of something that you
bought three years ago.  If you can't remember the amount, it has got to be
high." Connie picked up the stack of receipts from the corner of the drawer
and began walking back to the bed.  As she was lying back down she said,
"The top one, I don't think that I pay.  The receipt says, 'Trojan-enz.' I
don't think that is school, clothing or food.  I am glad to see that you
are planning to be safe, though."

   Vicky said, "Oops, I forgot that that one was in the stack."

   "I'm not upset about it.  I mean, I'm naked in your bed; how can I be
upset about you buying condoms.  Let me see, clothes, dinner, condoms.  It
comes to almost seven hundred dollars.  I think that I will be giving you a
significant portion of this month's credit card bill."

   "I kinda expected that."

   Connie leaned over and kissed her daughter again and told her, "It is
getting late and we both have to get up in the morning.  The credit card
bill won't be here for several weeks, so we have time to think about that.
We'll talk some more about solving your other problem later; but until that
happens, feel free to call on your mother for help when you think that you
need it.  I'll see you in the morning, baby." Connie got up from the bed
and left the room.

   As the door to her bedroom closed, Vicky rubbed her hand across her
pussy and thought, "That was fucking incredible.  I had thought that sex
with Janice had been good; but she is a rank amateur when compared to the
wonderful feeling that mom gave me.  I don't believe the number of times
that I came tonight and either mom is really good at faking orgasms or I
satisfied her pretty well, also."

   A contented smile crossed the young woman's face as she realized that,
although her plan to seduce Jim seemed to have failed at first, she might
actually have come out ahead on the deal.  Her mother had confided to her
that Jim was considering allowing her the pleasure of feeling that long,
thick, hard tool in her tight virginal pussy.  The bonus was that she had
the pleasant experience with her mother this evening and had the promise of
more or the same in the future.

   It was a lovely Friday morning and Vicky had been up for nearly an hour.
Vicky had taken an unusually long time getting dressed this morning.  She
tended to just wear the first item of clothing that she could grab from her
dresser or closet.  Today she had been very deliberate in selecting her
wardrobe.  She peered at her own image in the mirror and could not believe
that she could be so bold.  She was experiencing mixed feelings of
excitement and fear as she prepared to leave her room.  Finally, she
summoned up the courage and opened her bedroom door and prepared to face
her family and friends.

   Connie was in the kitchen enjoying her morning coffee.  She thought
about how pleasurable the previous evening had been.  She was still basking
in the after-glow of that experience, realizing that that had been the
reason that she was able to rest so peacefully that night.  A fight with
her boyfriend would normally have had her tossing and turning all night;
but that session with Vicky had relieved all of the tension that she had
been feeling.  She spotted her daughter coming down the hallway and poured
a cup of coffee for Vicky and placed it on the table.

   Connie was pleasantly surprised at her daughter's appearance this
morning.  Vicky was wearing a short-sleeved top with a V-neck.  It was
apparent that the young woman was not wearing a bra today; her nipples were
quite noticeable beneath the thin material of her knit top.  The most
unusual thing was that Vicky had her crutches with her this morning.  They
normally sat in the corner of her room collecting dust.  She wheeled
herself up to the table and, using her crutches for support, began to
stand. Vicky took a sip of her coffee and smiled at her mother.  At that
time, she heard Jim's voice behind her ask, "What did you do with the
paintbrush?"

   Connie and Vicky gave each other a puzzled look and Jim continued, "You
had to have painted those shorts on.  They're too tight for your week-assed
arms to pull on."

   Connie walked behind Vicky and looked at how tight the shorts actually
were.  Her daughter's lovely ass filled them out quite nicely.  As Connie
surveyed Vicky's tight ass and thin, but shapely legs, she pondered how
much better they would look if Vicky would get out in the sun a little
more. Some tan would really improve the appearance of her nice legs.  Jim
poured himself a cup of coffee and as he began walking back toward his
room, he said, "You know with shorts that tight, I should be able to detect
a panty line; but I can't."

   Vicky smirked and retorted, "That shows you how little you know." Then
she whispered to her mother, "I bought some thongs when we were shopping
the other day."

   Connie asked, "I'm happy to see it; but why are you suddenly taking your
crutches to work after leaving them in the corner of your room for so
long?"

   Vicky thought for a second and then answered, "I guess that you and
Janice have finally gotten through to me.  My ass seems to be one of my
better features and no one can know that when I spend all of my time
sitting on it.  I figured that I would take them with me so that I can
stand when I am behind the counter.  I'll have the wheelchair for when I
don't have the counter to lean against or when my legs get tired."

   Connie kissed her daughter and said, "Good luck, baby.  ï,¼ By the way,
you look very sexy today.  Now, I have to get to work." As Connie was going
out the door, she thought to herself, "Damn, if I had know that sex would
bring Vicky out of her shell this quickly, I would have risked jail and
gotten her fucked when she was thirteen or fourteen."

   Vicky was back in her chair and preparing to leave for work when Jim
entered the kitchen again.  She smiled at her brother and said, "Jim, I am
really sorry for what I put you through last night."

   "That's all right.  Other than scaring me a little bit, it wasn't all
that unpleasant."

   "Oh, you like looking at your little sister's bare ass; do you?"

   "That was the part that was not all that unpleasant."

   "I could tell last night that you liked what you saw."

   "I was afraid that I hadn't been too good at hiding it."

   "When you want to see some more, let me know."

   "I understand where you are going with this and I am giving it some
serious consideration."

   Vicky looked at the bulge that was growing in his crotch and said, "I
can see that you are considering it as we speak."

   Jim turned so that the bulge was shielded somewhat from his sister and
said, "Get your ass to work, you little brat."

   Vicky smiled at that comment and wheeled herself out the front door. 
Within minutes, she had gotten into her van and was driving down the
street. She was opening the bookstore this morning and Janice was not due
at work until almost nine-thirty.  She didn't expect her boss to arrive
until nine-thirty or ten o'clock.  There were only two more weeks until the
fall semester began and the girls would only work part-time then.  Jerry
Halpert, the owner of the store, had complete confidence in both of the
girls when they were running his store.  Both girls were very avid readers
and probably knew more about the stock than he did.  He knew that Janice
was somewhat flirtatious; but Vicky's presence tended to keep her under
control.  Jerry wished that Vicky would be a little more outgoing with the
customers than she was.  She usually didn't open up with the customers
until they started talking about one of the books that they had read or she
had read.  When it came to fiction, many of the regular customers took
Vicky's word about a book before they would accept the opinion of the
nationally known book critics.

   The store had been open for about fifteen minutes when an older lady
came in to the store.  She was looking at a display of books and Vicky was
standing behind the counter with the aid of her crutches.  When the woman
moved from one display to another, Vicky asked, "Could I help you with
anything, ma'am?"

   The customer asked, "Are you new here?"

   "No ma'am, I have been here for about two years."

   "I heard about this one book and I wanted to ask the girl in the
wheelchair for her opinion on the book."

   "Ma'am, I am the one that you usually talk to when you come in.  I'm
just on my crutches this morning.  There is my wheelchair over in the
corner."

   The woman looked and saw the wheelchair and began to pump Vicky for
information on the book that she was interested in.  They discussed that
book and several others and the lady purchased two books before leaving. 
As the customer was leaving, Janice walked in the front door.  He eyes lit
up as she saw her friend standing behind the counter.  As she approached
the counter, she said, "Hey, it is great to see you using your crutches
today." She continued to walk behind the counter and when she spotted the
tight, white shorts and the way that they accented Vicky's ass, she
exclaimed, "Damn, you are looking fine today."

   Vicky blushed and said, "You had better like the outfit; you are the one
that picked it out."

   The two ladies went about their business for most of the morning.  About
mid-morning, Vicky returned to her wheelchair to help Janice stock some
shelves.  As they were working, Janice asked, "How 'bout if I come over to
your place after the store closes tomorrow?"

   Vicky replied, "Why don't you give me a call on Sunday morning.  Maybe
we can meet then." Vicky had high hopes for Saturday afternoon; but she did
not want to give Janice even a hint about her plans.  The remainder of the
day drug as the shortage of customers caused Vicky to think more about the
possibility of having sex with her brother.

   Jim was just leaving when Vicky arrived at home.  He told her that he
was going out with a few of his friends.  Conceding that she would probably
be spending the entire evening alone, Vicky fixed some supper for herself.
She was just cleaning up after herself when her mother came into the house.
Connie did not have much to say as she came through the house.  Vicky was
immediately aware that there was a problem and attempted to glean some
information from her mother.  Connie abruptly said, "Vicky, just leave me
alone tonight.  I need to be alone.  Good night." With that she stormed off
to her bedroom and slammed the door.  She remained in her room for the
remainder of the evening.

   Connie was still welled up in her room when Vicky left for work the
following morning.  Vicky took her crutches with her again; but she vowed
that she would not spend as much time on her feet as she had the previous
day.  She had been extremely exhausted at the end of the day on Friday. 
There were not a lot of customers this morning and Vicky spent much of her
time in the wheelchair, putting books on the proper shelves.

   At about eleven o'clock Connie entered the store.  She was filled with a
sense of pride as she watched her daughter standing behind the counter
without the aid of crutches.  She was wavering slightly as she attempted to
use her hands on the counter to support herself.  Vicky had a determined
look on her face that said that she was at last going to stand on her own
two feet.  Vicky greeted her mother, "Hi, mom.  What brings you down here
this morning?"

   Connie smiled and said, "I had to come down to see how well you were
doing standing up at work."

   Vicky reached for her crutches and began to move to the end of the
counter as she said, "It feels good; but it is hard.  I was really beat
when I got home last night.  I was probably as ill humored last night as
you were.  What was your problem?"

   "Another fight with Bill."

   "Christ, mom.  Dump the son of a bitch.  He's a jerk."

   "You're just like your brother.  No one comes out on top when you try to
compare him to your father."

   "No, mom, he's just an asshole.  I have never tried to compare him to
daddy.  I haven't seen the man around that has impressed me enough to try
and compare him with daddy.  This is not comparison; this is just dislike
and distrust."

   "I don't think that you or Jim will have to worry about him for much
longer.  When I leave here, I am going to Bill's house to tell him that it
is over for good.  Then I am going shopping.  Then I am meeting some of the
girls and we will probably get drunk.  I will be very late because when I
leave Bill's house, I don't want him to be able to find me for the rest of
the day."

   Vicky said, "Good for you, mom." She leaned closer to her mother and
said, "By the beginning of the week, we might both be looking a little
funny with a pair of balls hanging below our pussies."

   Connie laughed and said, "I'm sorry that I didn't get to help you with
your exercises last night.  Jim said that he will be home this afternoon
and he is willing to help with them."

   "And?"

   "And what?  Isn't that enough?  After the other night, if he is agreeing
to help, it means that he has not closed the door to what you are
interested in."

   Vicky leaned forward and kissed her mother's cheek and told her,
"Thanks, mom.  Now go dump the jerk and have fun with your friends.  Just
don't drink so much that you fall for another jerk as bad as Bill." Connie
smiled and walked away.

   Vicky had gone through the drive-up window at a fast food place to get a
hamburger on the way home from work.  She found Jim sitting in front of the
television, so she wheeled her chair into the open space next to the sofa.
They chatted for a few minutes before Vicky asked, "Was mom right that
you're still willing to help me with my exercises?"

   "Yeah.  No problem."

   "As mad as you were the other night, I was a little worried that you
might not want to help any more."

   "I told you that I was more worried than mad.  When you're ready, give
me a call and I'll come help."

   She started to wheel away from him as she commented, "I'll probably be
ready in about fifteen or twenty minutes.  I'll call you."

   Jim asked, "Are you going to dress the same way that you dressed the
other night?"

   Vicky spun her chair around and queried, "Do you want me dressed like I
did for the exercises or the way I was on the bathroom floor?"

   "I like the way that you were when you were on the bathroom floor best;
but you had better put some clothes on so that I can concentrated on what I
am supposed to be doing -- at least part of the time."

   Vicky laughed as she wheeled her way down the hall toward her room.  She
decided to shower before her exercises today.  She hoped that it was for a
good reason.  The first thing that she did when she came from the bathroom
was to take three condoms from her dresser drawer.  She placed them under a
magazine on the nightstand next to her bed.  She wanted them handy without
being overly obvious.  She pulled a thin tank top over her head and toyed
with the idea of not wearing any shorts.  Gym shorts, without panties, she
decided, was as far as she had better push it.  When she was ready, she
called out to Jim.

   Vicky was surprised when Jim came through the door to see that Jim had
also changed to gym shorts and a tank top.  She hoped that he had also
decided to shun underwear.  Jim's previous reaction at seeing portions of
his little sister's body bared to him told Vicky that she would know fairly
soon whether he was wearing underwear or not.  Jim immediately went to work
on one of her arms.  He vigorously rubbed her arm, keeping his eyes on her
quivering breasts.  After spending more than five minutes on one arm, he
moved around the bed and started working on the other arm.

   Jim released her arm and watched it fall limp at her side before moving
to the foot of the bed.  As he reached for one of her legs, Vicky said,
"Why don't we do the stretching exercises first.  Sometimes the muscles get
stiff from those and the rubbing afterwards helps loosen them up a little."

   Jim lifted an ankle and reached for her knee as he responded, "Whichever
way you want to do it." He flexed her knee several times and then pushed
her knee toward her chest.  As he did this, he was treated to the view of
her pussy through the pant leg of her shorts.  He said, "Are you sure that
you didn't want to change the order just so you could tease me with this
view for a little longer?"

   Vicky was having a hard time answering him because she had learned that
her hopes had come true.  Jim was not wearing any underwear.  He was as
hard as a rock and the head of his cock was sticking out of the pants leg
of his shorts.  She said, "If you keep looking, maybe you will want to rub
all of the way to the top of my thighs before you're finished.  ï,¼ I think
that you are trying to tease me a little bit too."

   Jim had been sure that he had an erection; but he was unaware until he
looked that the head of his cock was sticking out.  He reached down to
stuff it back into his shorts; but Vicky stopped him when she said, "Don't.
Let me look.  That is what got me started in the first place."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "When I watched you sliding that thing into Melissa that afternoon, I
was determined that I was going to experience that feeling."

   "How did you watch Melissa and me?  Are you a window-peeper now?"

   "When you bring bimbos home, you should close the door all of the way."

   "Oh, shit.  I didn't know that we left the door open."

   "Whatever happened to Melissa?"

   "I don't know.  She probably found someone a little higher up in the
company to bang.  I found out later that she only came home with me because
she thought that I could help her get a job that she was after."

   The previous time, Jim had rubbed about halfway up her thighs; but today
his hands were reaching high enough that he could feel the fuzz covering
her pussy brushing against the back of his hands.  The feel of the back of
his hand brushing her pussy was sending electric sparks through Vicky's
body.  She pulled her tank top over her head and reached to pull Jim's over
his head.  He released her legs long enough to get his arms out of the tank
top and it over his head.  His hands went back to her upper thigh and now
he was paying more attention to rubbing her pussy that he was to the
pretense of rubbing her legs.

   He leaned forward and kissed Vicky and as he began moving his mouth
toward one of her tits, he said, "Until the other night, I had no idea how
beautiful and well-formed your tits are.  They are fucking beautiful." As
he kissed and sucked one of them, Vicky pulled his head tighter against her
bosom.  Jim's hand had been rubbing her pussy and he started to slide a
finger into it.  He stopped and removed her shorts before sliding that
finger deep into that tight, wet crevice.  She loved the feel of that
finger sliding in and out of her and soon she felt another finger joining
the first.  Jim flicked her clitoris occasionally.  He had her nipples as
hard and as big a Vicky could ever remember them being.

   Vicky became concerned when he took his mouth off of her tits until she
realized where he was moving his face.  She began squeezing her own tits as
Jim ran his tongue through her navel.  He kissed her lower abdomen and
moved down until he was kissing all around her pubic hair.  Vicky was
trying to squirm to move her slit into the path of his tongue.  Jim held
her hips to keep her still until he was ready to attack her pussy with his
tongue.  When he was sure that her anticipation level was as high as it was
going to get, he ran his tongue the length of her slit.  His tongue slowly
moved into that tight virginal hole and he lapped the pussy nectar from its
soft velvety walls.

   Jim's tongue assault was bringing Vicky to heights of a strong and
pleasant orgasm.  Her thigh muscles were squeezing tightly against the side
of Jim's head and he was, for a change, pleased that his sister did not
have full use of her legs.  He feared that if she did, she would have her
legs wrapped so tightly around his head that she might have broken his
neck. He knew that she had cum when the pressure on the side of his head
subsided.  He kissed his way back up her body until he reached her face. 
When he kissed her, she immediately sucked his tongue, savoring the taste
of her own pussy.

   Jim fondled her boobs as they kissed and Vicky fumbled to reach under
the magazine on the nightstand.  She handed her brother a condom and said,
"Put this on.  I want to feel that thing in me and I want it now, please."

   He soon had the rubber on and he moved her feet so that they were only a
short distance from her ass.  Her knees were spread apart as Jim moved
between them.  He leaned forward and kissed her before asking, "Are you
sure about this; it's not too late to change your mind?"

   Vicky grabbed his cock and began pulling it toward to her waiting pussy
as she said, "Quit talking and start fucking; get that thing in there now."

   Jim ran the head of his cock up and down her slit before she said,
"Don't tease me.  Do it."

   Jim said, "Vicky, I'm not trying to tease you.  I'm trying to make this
easier for you.  The more that we rush; the more that it will hurt."

   Vicky whined, "I know; I know.  I just want it so bad.  Please ï,¼" Her
words were cut off as she felt that hard, thick member intruding where no
man had been before.  Jim was sliding his cock into her very slowly.  He
met the expected resistance and backed off a little and slowly drove back
in to her.  When he backed off a second time, she muttered, "Don't stop
this time." He drove into her as deeply as he could on the next stroke. 
Vicky's eyes bugged open and a pained grimace crossed her face.  The
grimace was quickly replaced by a smile of contentment.

   Jim's cock was buried all of the way into his sister's pussy and he
asked, "Are you all right."

   Vicky's eyes were still as wide as saucers and the smile was becoming
broader all of the time, as she replied, "I'm great; but I could be a whole
lot better if you would start fucking me with that thing instead of just
laying there." Jim began to drive his cock into her at pace that seemed to
be pleasurable to both of them.  He wasn't moving too slowly; but it wasn't
a pace that was going to have him busting a nut in a minute.  Vicky's smile
kept getting broader and broader as he drove that piece of meat into her.
That broad smile soon left her face as the intensity of her approaching
orgasm began to set in.  She began to moan and whimper as she came harder
than she had ever experienced before.  A pained look came over Jim's face
as he took about six rapid-fire strokes and then collapsed against Vicky's
body.

   He rolled to his side and pulled her with him as his arms pulled her
body tightly against his.  As they broke their kiss, Vicky said, "If I had
known that it was this good, I would have had you doing this a long time
ago."

   Jim said, "Hell, if I had known that you would let me do this a long
time ago, I could have been looking for women that I might care about
instead of spending all of my time looking for women to screw."

   Vicky kissed him lightly on the lips and told him, "I'll make you a
deal. You spend more time looking for a better class of women to date and
then when you come home, we can take care of each other's needs several
times a week.  I'll be honest with you Jim; one of my biggest fears has
been that you would marry one of those broads that you have gone out with.
I have no desire to have a slut for a sister-in-law."

   Jim gave her a sheepish look as he responded, "I know what you mean. 
Why do you think that I never have had a relationship with any of these
women that lasted any length of time?  As long as you're willing, I don't
need to go out looking for sex.  Hell, this was your first time and you
were still better than most of these women that I have had."

   Vicky pushed him to his back and said, "I noticed that you only said
that I was better than 'most' of the other ones; I want to be better than
all of them." She reached between them and felt that his cock was hardening
at a rapid pace.  She went on, "I think that we both need more practice;
how about right now?"

   Jim took another condom from his sister and rolled it on his hard cock.
His sister's actions told him that she was not really interested in
foreplay this time.  He moved between her legs and started to slide his
cock into her.  As he was entering her, she said, "Last time, you took it
pretty easy; how about a quick frantic fuck this time."

   Jim began to pound his cock into her as he told her, "However you want
it.  Let's see how hard you can take it." The fucked furiously until they
had each cum.  They lay in each other's arms enjoying that contented
freshly fucked feel and they each dozed off for a short while.  Jim was
awakened by the feel of his cock being played with.  As he became alert
enough to realize where he was and whom he was with, he kissed Vicky and
told her that he had really had an enjoyable day.

   She laughed as she told him that it was no longer day; it was almost
nine-thirty at night.  Jim had no idea what she was up to; but Vicky
suddenly got a shit-eating grin on her face.  She said, "Neither of has
eaten since early this afternoon.  I'll make you a deal.  I'll give you a
quick blowjob and then you go fix us each a sandwich.  When you get back,
we will finish our sandwich and then fuck again." She didn't wait for an
answer; she just took his cock in her mouth and started to suck.  Jim knew
when she started that he wouldn't last long with Vicky's mouth working on
his cock.  Soon Vicky was savoring the taste of her brother's warm cum as
it coated her tonsils.  She knew that this was an experience that she
wanted to repeat soon.  She loved the taste of Jim's cum.

   After a quick sandwich, they had a long leisurely session of sex again
before going to sleep for the night.  Today had been an experience that
Vicky would never forget.  She vowed that never again would she let her
handicap keep her from getting something that she wanted.  She knew that
she had used it as excuse for too many years to avoid doing things that she
found difficult or unpleasant.

   Connie had spent the entire afternoon on Saturday shopping.  She managed
to make about ten stores at three different malls.  She passed on most of
the items that she had looked at; but she did buy a couple of new outfits.
She found a couple of small items that she thought that she needed for the
house.  Shopping, even without buying much, was relaxing to her.  She
stopped at a nice restaurant and had a leisurely dinner alone.  It was
approaching eight o'clock and she had had just about enough of being alone
for the evening.

   There were several single women that Connie was friendly with.  Some of
them were widowed, like Connie; many were divorced.  She knew where to find
most of them who were dateless on a Saturday night.  She drove to a bar a
few miles from her home and found that about four of them were there.  She
spent the evening lamenting the fact that there was no longer a man in her
life; but celebrating the fact that Bill was gone from her life.  Her
children had been correct; Bill was a jerk.  She was slow to listen to them
because history had told her that they didn't think that any man was good
enough for her.  She had enjoyed the evening and went straight to her room
when she got in a little after midnight.

   She had noticed that both vehicles were in the driveway when she had
gotten home the night before.  In the morning, after she had started the
coffee maker, she walked down the hall and found that the door to Jim's
room was open.  She peeked in and found that the room was empty.  Connie
knew that most mothers would be furious if they suspected that their son
was in bed with their daughter.  Connie was ecstatic.  This, she felt, was
the best tonic that there was for Vicky.  She had seen the effect that the
prospect of her daughter feeling a hard cock sliding into that virginal
pussy had had on her attitude and her self-esteem.  She could just imagine
what changes would occur if she actually had sex with a man.

   She returned to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.  About halfway through
that first cup, her curiosity overcame her.  She walked down the hall and
dispensed with all semblances of propriety by just throwing the door open.
She was delighted when she spotted the two of them in the middle of the
bed. They were naked and in each other's arms.  Connie walked over to the
bed and sat down on the edge of it.  Vicky's eyes opened and a smile
crossed her face.  Connie rubbed her daughter's pussy and asked, "How did
it feel to finally get to use that thing?"

   Vicky struggled to prop herself up on the bed.  Vicky began to babble
and finally, her mother got the message that she had had a very enjoyable
evening.  At last, she was able to be coherent, "Mom, it was great; Jim was
great.  Oh fuck."

   Jim was beginning to wake up and before he could realize that it was his
mother sitting on the bed, she reached over and lifted his soft cock and
asked, "Did Vicky wear this thing out last night?" The feel of his mother's
warm hand had his cock rising fairly fast.

   Boldly Jim asked, "Does it look like it is worn out?"

   Connie continued to hold Jim's cock and his jaw dropped open in shock
when he heard his mother ask Vicky, "Now that you have had us both, are you
going to share him with me." She saw the shocked look on her son's face. 
Connie asked him, "What are you so shocked about?  The fact that Vicky and
I have had sex or the idea that I would be willing to have sex with you?"

   Jim gulped as he murmured, "Both, I guess."

   Connie told him, "Don't be shocked about Vicky and I having sex.  It
happens more than you would think.  You admitted the other night that you
had urges to have sex with me before.  Well, now I am telling you that I am
going to give you the opportunity to act on them." When Jim started
laughing, she asked, "Now what is so funny?  I didn't think that I was
telling a joke."

   Jim said, "I wasn't laughing at anything you said.  It's just that last
night Vicky was telling me that I needed to stop dating bimbos and start
looking for a decent woman.  She said that I could date nice girls and come
home and have sex with her.  Now, you are offering me more sex at home. 
ï,¼ Only one thing wrong with your idea.  I don't mind sharing you with
Vicky, or vice versa.  I'm not so sure that I want to share you with Bill
though."

   Connie gave his hard cock a gentle stroke and then told him, "That won't
be a problem.  I dumped him for good.  I told him that I didn't want to
ever see him again."

   Jim leaned across Vicky to give his mother a hug and said, "Mom, that is
fantastic.  He is a loser."

   Connie said, "I know that you two haven't cared much for any of the guys
that I have dated since your dad was killed.  I am not going to get into
any possible reasons why.  I am just going to tell you the reason that I
have never come close to marrying any of these guys is because I knew that
no man could replace any of the memories that I had of your father.  The
only memory of your father that I even tried to replace was the sexual
part. None of these guys was as good as your father; but maybe that is
because I loved your father and I never loved any of these guys.  Unless I
can find a guy that just wants to date for the companionship and the sex,
I'll just settle for staying home.  I have absolutely no desire to get
married or to move in with any guy.  But I am still interested in good
sex."

   Vicky had sat quietly through the entire conversation.  She finally
said, "I have one question."

   Connie replied, "What is it, honey?"

   "Why the fuck are you still dressed when we are both naked and anxious
for sex."

   As Connie was taking her nightgown off and getting back in bed, Jim
said, "Mom, you wouldn't believe how good Vicky was.  If I didn't know
better, I would have thought that she had been having sex for years.  I
have been with some women with years of experience that were very good. 
Vicky was better than most of them the first time and she only got better
as the night went on." Connie was alternating between kissing Vicky and
kissing Jim.  The entire time, she had been stroking her son's cock.  Jim
told her, "Mom, I hope that you aren't expecting too much foreplay because
the hand job that you have been giving me has me just about ready right
now."

   Vicky quickly said, "I'll take care of that problem." She flopped her
body across her mother and locked her lips around her brother's thick hard
cock.

   As Vicky sucked on his cock, Jim told his mother, "This is another thing
that she is a natural at.  Last night, she swore that it was the first time
that she had had a cock in her mouth and she sucked like a pro." As Vicky
was sucking, she felt some fingers probing at her pussy.  In a short while,
the fingers were replaced by a tongue.  Jim was feverishly playing with her
tits.  Vicky was very near to cumming from the tongue in her pussy when her
brother began to erupt into her mouth.  She swallowed rapidly, enjoying
every drop.  When she had drained him of the last of his cum, she kept
sucking in an attempt to get him hard again.  She had some difficulty
concentrating on the task at hand as her mother's tongue was causing her to
cum hard.

   Connie was continuing to lick Vicky's twat as Jim moved behind her and
slid two fingers into her pussy.  He could feel how wet she had already
become.  She lifted her head from Vicky's pussy and said, "I don't need
fingers in there; I need a hard fat cock in there, now.  It took no time at
all for Jim to have his cock sheathed in a condom and he slid it into his
mother.  As he began to drive it into her, Vicky had cum so hard that she
pushed her mother's face away from her cunt and tried to regain some
energy.

   As Jim pounded his cock into her he muttered, "Mom, I can't believe how
fucking tight you are.  Jesus, tight pussies must run in the family; you're
as tight as Vicky and she was still a virgin less than twenty-four hours
ago."

   The excitement of a cock sliding into her pussy caused Connie's voice to
be somewhat raspy as she told him, "What you're trying to say is that you
can't believe that an old woman could be this tight."

   "I didn't say that, Mom.  It shouldn't surprise me how tight you are. 
The rest of your body is a hell of a lot better than any other forty-five
year old woman that I know."

   "Thank you, honey; but shut up and fuck."

   Vicky had regained some energy and she was playing with her mother's
boobs while Jim fucked the shit out of her.  The look on her mother's face
and the utterings coming from her mouth told Vicky that Connie was having a
nice orgasm.  Jim had picked up speed as he drove his cock into her time
after time.  Jim unleashed a torrent of cum into his condom and collapsed
against his mother's back.  He began to play with her ass until Vicky
pushed him away.

   Vicky said, "You had your turn; now I want to eat that freshly fucked
pussy." Connie rolled to her back and her daughter moved her head to that
waiting pussy and began to lap on it.  Jim had been somewhat occupied
getting his cock sucked and then fucking his mother when she had been
eating Vicky's pussy; but now he was watching his sister eating his
mother's pussy.  It was one of the most erotic sights that he had ever
seen. Although he had had a blowjob and he had fucked his mother within the
last half hour, his cock was rock hard.

   Connie had just cum hard from the severe tongue lashing that Vicky had
given her pussy.  When she had caught her breath, she looked at the clock.
Connie exclaimed, "Shit, I have thirty minutes to meet the girls at the
golf course.  Sorry to fuck and run; but I have to go."

   Vicky said, "I guess that I'll be forced to take care of Jim's hard cock
for you then."

   Connie smirked as she swatted her daughter on the ass, telling her,
"Yeah.  I know; the sacrifices that some people have to make for their
family.  The poor baby had to take that thick hard cock inside of her."
Connie picked up her nightgown and scampered out of the room.  Jim moved
between Vicky's legs and slipped that massive fuck-stick into that tight,
wet hole.  They were just beginning to cum when they heard the telephone
begin to ring.  Although his energy was just about sapped as he rested from
his latest fuck, Jim was just getting ready to reach for the phone when the
ringing stopped.

   Jim was holding his sister in his arms when Connie came into the room
and said, "Vicky, Janice is on the phone for you."

   When she answered the phone, she heard, "Vicky, this is Janice."

   "No shit"

   "I just wanted to check to see if it is still all right if I come over
this afternoon."

   "Yeah.  I am just getting ready to get in the shower.  Come on over any
time."

   "Okay.  I'll see you in a bit."

   The connection was broken and Vicky began to get out of bed so that she
could take her shower.  Jim got out of her bed and went to the bathroom in
the hall to shower and to shave.  Vicky had just gotten out of her shower
and was searching for clothes to put on when she heard the doorbell ring.
Jim hollered that he was getting it and then a few seconds later, she heard
him say, "Vicky, Janice is here to see you."

   Vicky had just placed a pair of shorts and a tank top on her bed and she
hollered, "Okay, tell her to come on in." Vicky was sitting on the bed
trying to pull a pair of shorts on when Janice came into the room.  Janice
was wearing a pair of short-shorts and a very skimpy halter-top today.  It
was eighty-five degrees outside and, in spite of the heat; Vicky had the
air conditioning turned off in her room.  The heat was causing Janice to
sweat quite heavily and the flimsy top that she was wearing was becoming
molded to her large breasts.  Vicky said, "The way that you're dressed, I
am surprised that my brother didn't jump you in the hallway."

   Vicky answered, "When he answered the door, he only had a towel wrapped
around his waist and I could see that he was getting hard.  After looking
at that for a few seconds, I almost jumped him."

   Vicky finished getting dressed and Janice asked, "How did your plans go
this weekend.  Did you finally get rid of that cherry?" Vicky just smiled
and Janice added, "You did it; you finally got fucked.  Come on; you have
to tell me all about it."

   Vicky was unsure how much detail she should give out.  She definitely
wasn't going to tell Janice about her mother joining them this morning. 
She finally said, "It was a very enjoyable experience.  I will not be
joining the club of those whose first time was a disaster.  I am
well-satisfied and I intend to stay that way in the future."

   "You mean that you're going to fuck him again?"

   "Hell yes.  In fact, I told him to start trying to go out with decent
girls instead of these sluts that he dates.  I told him that if he dates
decent girls that I will take care of him when he gets home.  He liked the
idea because he hasn't thought much of the women that he has gone out with
either."

   "Hey, I'm a decent girl.  He can go out with me; just as long as he
knows that I have to care about someone before I'll go to bed with him."

   Janice was looking at some of Vicky's books that were sitting out and
she spotted one setting on the dresser that had been near the top of the
bestseller lists for several weeks.  Vicky said, "Hey, I understand that
this is a real good book; have you finished it?"

   Vicky chuckled inwardly as she said, "I've finished it.  Go ahead and
read it; I enjoyed it and I think that you will too." Vicky hoped that
Janice stayed and read for at least an hour.  She wanted to see how Janice
reacted when she reached some of the more erotic parts of the book.  Janice
sat in the recliner and Vicky was on her bed, propped up against the
headboard.  When Janice began to read, Vicky picked up her book from her
nightstand and began reading.  Periodically, one or the other would look up
from their book to say something to the other.  Generally, the
conversations lasted about thirty seconds.

   Vicky was now checking Janice out regularly as she was sure that she was
nearing the first steamy part of the book.  Janice began to squeeze her
thighs together.  At first, she was just tightening the muscles
occasionally; but then she started to rapidly flex those muscles.  Janice
didn't even appear to realize that she had reached between her legs with
one hand.  Vicky asked, "Feel good?"

   Janice looked up in a hurry and pulled her hand from between her legs,
saying, "Shit, I didn't even realize what I was doing.  This book is so, um
ah ï,¼ engrossing."

   "I know, although engrossing is not really the term that I would have
used.  I couldn't get through that section with out playing with myself
either.  You might as well come on over here on the bed and get satisfied.
If you don't it will take you an hour or more to finish that chapter and
you will still be frustrated."

   Janice sat on the edge of the bed and unsnapped the front of her shorts.
Vicky reached out and untied Janice's halter-top baring her breasts.  Vicky
slipped her tank top over her head and began to pull her shorts off. 
Janice tossed her shorts on the floor and the two nude forms were locked in
an embrace in the middle of the bed.  They made love to each other for
quite some time.

   As Janice was putting her clothes back on, Vicky said, "When you get to
chapter 8 in that book, I would suggest that you be in bed.  You will enjoy
it a whole lot more if you get your clothes off before you get to that
chapter."

   Janice said, "If it is as intense as this chapter was, I think that I'll
just come over to see you when I am getting near that chapter."

   Vicky, who was still naked, rubbed her pussy and commented, "This will
be waiting for you.  Later in the book, there are about three more chapters
that are the same way.  I'll talk to you more about those chapters tomorrow
when we're at work.  You won't get past chapter 8 tonight, so you don't
have to worry about them right now."

   When Janice was gone, Vicky got dressed and went in the other room to
watch some television.  Jim had gone to town to watch a pre-season NFL game
with some friends and he returned at about five o'clock.  He sat down on
the sofa next to where Vicky was sitting and they began to talk.  Jim
mentioned, "You know, I always thought that Janice was a nice looking girl;
but today, the way that she was dressed, that girl is hot."

   Vicky thought back to the conversation that she had had with Janice
earlier and she said, "She seemed to show some interest in you too."

   "Do you think that she might be willing to go out with me sometime?"

   "She might be interested; but I had better warn you first."

   "What could there be to warn me about with a beautiful woman like that?"

   "She is quite selective when it comes to deciding who she will go to bed
with."

   "Selective?  Can you be more specific?"

   "Yeah.  She has to think that the relationship has a definite future. 
She is not into short-term flings.  So if you want to have sex with her,
you had better plan on it taking a while."

   "You know, if we keep having sex, what is your reaction going to be if I
am having sex with another woman?"

   "It wouldn't bother me if you were having sex with someone like Janice;
but if you are going to continue to have sex with broads like Melissa, I
would prefer not to know about it.

   Jim laughed as he said, "Your attitude might change when you start
having sex with some of the 'male Melissas' of the world."

   Vicky shook her head as she replied, "I plan to, or at least hope to,
have sex with other men.  I'm just not sure that I could get to the point
where I would fuck to improve my chances for a job or just for the sake of
having sex.  I think that I would have to have some sort of emotional bond
with the guy or some other reason to have sex with someone.  I don't think
that I would have to be like Janice and only have sex with a guy if I was
in love with him or thought that I might become in love with him.  Who
knows, my whole attitude about sex could change.  Lord knows, my attitude
about a lot of other things has changed lately."

   Jim had returned to his room and was listening to his stereo when Connie
returned from her afternoon on the golf course.  Connie went to the kitchen
to sit at the table and Vicky followed her there.  As Vicky was opening a
soft drink, she asked, "How did the golf game go?"

   "Not bad, I broke a hundred.  How was the afternoon around here?"

   "Typical.  Janice and I sat around and read with an occasional
conversation thrown it.  Then Jim came home and we talked for a while
before he went to listen to his music."

   "Is that what he is doing now?"

   "What else.  He's probably in the room thinking about his newest
problem."

   "What is his problem, today?"

   "He has the hots for Janice."

   "She's a hell of a lot better than some of the ones that he has brought
through here."

   "I didn't tell him the best part.  She seems to have more than just a
passing interest in him too."

   "So what else have you been doing?"

   "Thinking.  Some serious thinking."

   "Oh, oh.  Sometimes you do too much of that.  What is the major topic of
your deep thoughts today?"

   "Do you still have information on those physical therapy places that you
tried to get me to go to several years ago?"

   Connie began sorting through her purse as she said, "Sure, I have all of
the information on them." She pulled out a yellowed business card and
continued, "This one was the most highly recommended.  If you are really
interested, I can call him in the morning."

   "I'm definitely interested."

   "Okay.  I'll check to see if this guy is still doing therapy.  I want to
remind you that you went to this guy for about three sessions and you
didn't like him.  I pushed you to go before; but if you are going to go
back, I want you to be absolutely sure that you are going to follow
through."

   "It wasn't him that I didn't like before; it was the whole idea of
physical therapy.  Back then, I just couldn't see what good it was going to
do."

   "Do you think that you can start therapy after all of these years and be
able to walk on your own again?"

   "No.  From the beginning the doctors said that that was about a million
to one proposition.  I would just like to have a little more mobility."

   "Anything specific that you would like to be able to do?"

   "Yeah.  A couple, but you'll think that I am silly if I tell you."

   "Try me.  Nothing is silly, if you think that it will make your life
better."

   "The hardest one would be to be able to wrap my legs around some guy's
waist when we are having sex.  The other one, I don't know how hard it
would be.  I would like to be able to support myself on my knees so that I
could get on top of some guy to ride his cock."

   "I can understand you wanting to be able to do those things.  I don't
think that I would advertise them as your rehabilitation goals.  ï,¼ I will
call in the morning to make arrangements."

   "There is only one problem that I have."

   "What, baby?"

   "I only have about eight thousand in the bank.  Will that be enough to
cover the costs?"

   "You have how much in the bank?"

   "About eight thousand, I know that it should be more; but I go wild with
my spending once in a while."

   "No.  That's all right.  I knew that you were frugal; but I didn't
realize that you had saved that much.  You don't need to worry about using
your money to pay for it."

   "Mom, I was just hoping that you could help a little bit; I don't want
you to have to pay for my therapy."

   "Honey, I am not going to spend my own money; I am going to spend
yours."

   "First you tell me that you don't want me to spend my money and then you
say that you are going to spend my money.  I'm confused."

   "We are going to spend your money; but not the money that you have in
your account.  After the accident, we made a very nice settlement with the
insurance company.  After the hospital bills were paid, we started a trust
fund for you to insure that your accessibility needs are taken care of.  I
am the trustee and I have paid all of your bills related to your injury
from that account.  Things like your van, wheelchairs, the ramps on the
house, et cetera.  They are all paid out of that account.  I have had some
good investment advisors and this trust fund has grown every year.  In
fact, the year that we bought your van, the account was still larger at the
end of the year than it had been at the beginning."

   "You mean that the money that I thought that I was going to need when it
came time to replace my van could have been spent on other things."

   "Yeah.  Or you could have invested it so that it would have grown faster
than it has in the bank.  Look, I have all of the records for your trust
fund, so if you ever want to go over them just tell me and we'll look at
them together."

   "If I had known that money wasn't a problem, I would have talked to you
about this several days ago.  I have been agonizing over how I could afford
it."

   "Don't worry about the money.  If money was a problem, I wouldn't be
calling the one that I plan on calling.  He is probably the most expensive
one in the area; but the doctors claim that he is also the best.  With
this, as well as all other major money matters, you let me worry about them
until you are out of college and have a job that will support you."

   They moved on to other subjects and after a while they both went to
their bedrooms.  Vicky was working in the bookstore on Monday morning when
her mother came in.  Connie approached the counter and handed a sheet of
paper to her daughter.  Vicky asked, "What's this, mom?"

   Connie replied, "That's a form authorizing the release of your medical
records to the physical therapist.  You sign this and I'll take it to the
doctor's office and hand-carry the records this morning.  He needs to
review them today."

   Vicky signed the form and handed it back to her mother and asked, "What
do we do next?"

   As Connie was putting the form in her purse, she told Vicky, "The
therapist would like for you to come in at four o'clock this afternoon for
an interview.  If you can make that, he would like for you to start your
first therapy session tonight at seven.  Can you do that?"

   Vicky frowned as she answered, "I'm supposed to close tonight.  Let me
go talk to Mr.  Halpert and Janice.  I'll be back in a minute." She got
back in her chair and wheeled to the office where she found Janice and Mr.
Halpert.  They both looked up at Vicky when she came into the room.  Vicky
said, "Mr.  Halpert, I have a problem.  I need to go to a four o'clock
appointment this afternoon and I am scheduled to close the store this
evening.  Is there anyway that one of you can cover for me today?  It's
kind of important or I wouldn't be asking so late."

   Mr.  Halpert said, "Vicky, if it is important enough for you to ask me
on such short notice, you probably need to be there.  Between Janice and
me, we will make sure that the store is covered."

   As Vicky began to turn to return to the front counter, she said, "Thanks
a lot, Mr.  Halpert.  This is quite important to me." Vicky returned to her
mother and told her, "Everything is all set.  I can make the four o'clock
appointment.

   Connie said "I'll meet you here at three-forty-five and we can take your
van to the appointment.  I'll see you then."

   Later in the morning Mr.  Halpert and Vicky were going over a book order
when he asked, "Who was that woman who came in to talk to you this morning
right before you asked to get off early?"

   Vicky replied, "That was my mother.  I didn't realize that you hadn't
met her before."

   "She is a very nice looking woman."

   "Yes, she is.  I hope that I can look that good when I am her age."

   "Did she ever marry after your father was killed?"

   "No, she didn't"

   Mr.  Halpert hesitated a bit and then asked, "Tell me if I am asking
questions that are none of my business; but does your mother date much."

   "She was dating this guy for almost two years; but she broke it off. 
She got tired of the pressure to marry him."

   "I can understand that.  Why does everyone think that every widow or
widower is trying to find a new mate right away?  Don't they understand
that some people want to keep the memory of the spouse that they spent so
many years with?  They don't realize that not everyone wants another
lasting commitment; they just want some conversation and companionship. 
ï,¼ I'm sorry; I'm babbling."

   "That's all right; you're not babbling.  That is just about what my mom
says all of the time.  She is tired of all the women trying to find her a
new husband and all of the guys wanting to be her new husband.  She says
that just because her husband it dead to the rest of the world; his memory
is not dead in her heart and there is no part of him that she wants
replaced."

   "Your mother is a smart woman.  When my wife got sick seven years ago, I
had no idea that I would ever run a bookstore.  This was my wife's store.
When she got sick, they told her that she had less than a year to live and
she was worried about two things.  What would happen to this store and who
would take care of me?  I owned another business that I was running at the
time.  I had good managers there and let them run the business and came
here to help my wife run this store.  When she was gone, I couldn't leave
here.  The memory of her was etched in this place.  I sold my other
businesses and stayed here full time.  I not only have her memories in my
heart; but I can see her watching over this store every day as I work, or
watch you two girls work, as the case may be."

   Vicky could see the tears beginning to form in Mr.  Halpert's eyes, so
she made an excuse to do something on the other side of the store.  He was
too kind of a man for her to let him become embarrassed.  Vicky worked on a
couple of displays and then some customers came in to keep her busy.  Early
in the afternoon, Vicky and Janice found themselves alone in the store with
all of the work caught up.  Janice asked, "What kind of appointment do you
have this afternoon?"

   Vicky gave her a blank look and then said, "I would rather not say right
now.  When I find out how everything goes, I will probably be more willing
to talk about it."

   "If you don't want to talk about it, fine.  I hope that everything is
all right.  It isn't some kind of problem; is it?"

   "No.  There is no problem.  It is just something that I would rather not
talk about until I know more about it.  By the way, you were discussed at
our house last night."

   "What did I do now?"

   "Nothing.  Jim just mentioned that he thought that you looked real hot
yesterday.  Then he asked me if I thought that you would go out with him."

   "I probably would be willing to go out with your brother.  Just let him
know that he is not getting any sex.  ï,¼ At least not until we know each
other a whole lot better."

   "I already told him that he had better look for someone else if he just
wants to date you so that he can get into your pants.  Besides, if he just
wants sex, he can come and see me when he gets home from his dates."

   "Girl, you are turning into one evil bitch."

   "I know and I love it."

   Connie was just parking her car when Vicky came out of the bookstore. 
As Connie was getting out of the car, Vicky said, "You know, it would
probably be a lot simpler if I just followed you to the therapist's office.
Then we would both have wheels and we wouldn't have to drive all of the way
back into town to pick your car up."

   Connie started to get back into her car and said, "Good idea.  When I
see you pulling up behind me, I will pull out." Vicky went to her van and
pulled out onto the street and watched as her mother pulled into traffic.
Connie led the way on the three-mile journey to the therapist's office. 
Vicky was unsure what would be expected of her at this meeting.  They only
had to wait for about three or four minutes before they were escorted to a
small office just off of the waiting room.

   Günter Hoerst is sitting behind a large desk reading Vicky's medical
records as she wheeled herself up to his desk.  He finally looked at Vicky
and bluntly told her, "Vicky, I told your mother earlier that I am very
hesitant to take you on because of my previous experience with you.  When
you came to me before, you showed me that you had no interest in attaining
the goals that had been set out.  You didn't even show an interest in
working toward those goals.  Why should I think that you have changed your
attitude and you won't prove to be a waste of my time and a disruption to
the others who are trying to achieve very specific goals?"

   His bluntness and the way that he drove people had been the only two
things that Vicky had remembered about Günter from her previous
experience. She had learned in less than a minute that his bluntness had
not been tempered over the years.  She knew that this would not be an easy
interview.  She told him, "The first years after the accident, the only
thing that I was interested in doing was walking and running without the
aid of a crutch or a cane.  You and the doctors all told me that that was
an unattainable goal.  At that time, I had no interest in limited mobility
or walking with crutches.  Now after more than seven years, I realize that
limited mobility would improve the quality of my life.  For all of this
time, my entire life has centered on my books and my wheelchair.  I still
want to have my books and I know that I will always have to rely on this
wheelchair; but I want more out of life.  I know that if I want more that I
have to have help.  That is why I am here; I am now ready to accept that
help."

   Günter had listened attentively as she spoke and when she finished, he
said nothing for a short while.  Then he said, "Honestly, the reasons that
you gave for not working before are better than some of the others that I
have heard over the years.  Some people say that it hurts too much or they
say it's too hard and they can't do this or that.  They are just crying or
making excuses for the same thing that you are admitting.  You didn't care.
If you don't care, quit.  I do care; but I only care about the ones who
want to help themselves.  You say that you want to help yourself; but you
haven't proven it yet.  What kind of specific goals have you set for
yourself?"

   Vicky was hesitant to give him her specific goals, so she simply told
him, "I have some things in mind that I would like to be able to do; but I
would rather not be specific about them.  My only goal at this time is to
regain as much use of my entire body as possible."

   Günter told her, "For me to believe that you have the dedication to
improve, I need to know some specific goals that you have in mind."

   "To be able to run a mile in about five minutes would be a specific
goal. Another would be to stay in my wheelchair and occasionally lean on my
crutches to make people think that I am becoming more mobile.  The first
goal is totally unattainable; we all know that.  The other, I'm already
there.  Somewhere in between is where I want to be.  In addition to the
original injuries, there is seven years of atrophy and complacency to
overcome.  I am well on my way to overcoming the complacency; but the
injuries and the atrophy, I am not sure of.  With your help and my hard
work, we can find out how much of those that I can overcome.  You just give
me the program to work on and your help with it and I will do my best to
attain as much as possible.  You monitor how I am progressing and if you
don't feel that I am progressing or if I begin to regress, you let me know.
If your urging doesn't cause me to refocus, then you can drop me from your
program.  You'll know with a couple of weeks if I still have the desire to
improve; but I am sure that I will."

   Günter said, "Okay.  I'll start you in the program.  Since you don't
want to express any specific goals, I will give you some specific goals and
a time frame to reach those goals.  I will give those goals to you within
the first week that you are in the program." They spent a length of time
discussing things that she could do and could not do and how long it had
been since she tried any of them.  Then they discussed her work and school
schedules.  He then said, "I had told your mother that I could probably
start you in the class that meets at seven o'clock tonight.  With your
school and work schedules, I am going to change that.  Since you won't have
class on Tuesday and Thursdays until ten o'clock, I would like for you to
come in at seven-thirty in the morning.  A small group meets at that time
on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday mornings.  Can you make it at that time?"

   Vicky thought about work the following day.  She didn't have to be at
the bookstore until nine-thirty.  If the session were going to take too
long, she would have to adjust her work schedule.  She told him, "Yeah.  I
can make it then.  How long will they last?"

   Günter told her, "Initially, you will work for an hour.  As your
stamina improves, we will lengthen them to ninety minutes and eventually to
two hours.  Do you think that you can handle that?"

   Vicky looked him in the eye and said, "Right off of the bat, I probably
will not be able to handle that; but I am going to have to."

   Connie drove off from the parking lot while Vicky was still loading into
her van.  When Vicky got home, Connie had started supper for the two of
them.  Jim was not home yet.  While they were eating Vicky started to
relate to her mother the conversation that she had had with Mr.  Halpert.
Vicky said, "You know, mom, you and Mr.  Halpert are a lot alike.  Both of
you want to hang onto the memory that you have; but you both want to be
around other people with no plans for a commitment.  You know, he really
didn't say anything about wanting to take you out; but I think he was
getting ready to.  He started to talk about his wife and the bookstore. 
Then he began to get misty-eyed.  I quickly found something else to do to
keep from embarrassing him.  I'll bet that he says something."

   Connie shook her head and said, "I am not sure that I am interested in
going out with anyone at the present time."

   Vicky told her, "You ought to think about it, mom.  He is a pretty
decent guy.  He is a little shy; but a real nice guy."

   Connie replied, "I'll think about it.  It may be that this is all in
your head and he has no interest in me at all.  If he says anything at all
about it, tell him that he should wait until later in the week to call me.
I'll make up my mind by then."

   It was about eight-thirty when Jim came into the house.  Connie asked
him, "You get in a long-winded conversation at the bar tonight?"

   Jim answered, "No.  I didn't stop at the bar on the way home.  Our
softball playoffs are this week and the team that we play tomorrow night
had a game tonight.  I wanted to watch them play so that I would have an
idea of how good they are."

   Vicky went to her room and a few minutes later there was a knock at her
door.  When Jim was invited in he asked, "Do you have to do your exercises
tonight?"

   She told him that she wasn't going to do them that night.  He seemed to
be disappointed.  Vicky went into detail about the program that she was
starting the following morning and Jim seemed to be very excited for her.
While they were talking, Vicky had gotten onto her bed.  Jim asked, "Did
you say anything to Janice about going out with me?"

   "Yes, I did.  She said that she would probably go out with you as long
as you weren't looking for an easy piece of ass."

   "You were pretty clear on that yesterday.  If she turns out to be a fun
person to be around, I won't have that much interest in pressuring her into
sex."

   "I thought that sex and sports were the only kind of fun that you were
interested in."

   "I do like them both; but I can talk about other subjects.  The only
girls that I expect to have sex with on the first or second date are the
dull, boring bimbos."

   "That's easy to say.  Who else have you ever gone out with except a
bunch of dull, boring bimbos?"

   "Hey, I've gone out with some pretty decent girls."

   "When?"

   "When I was in college.  The problem is that most of them didn't want to
go out with me more than once or twice."

   "No wonder we never met or heard of any of these so-called nice girls."

   "Well, they were there, just not for very long."

   "I'll tell you what, Jim.  You treat my friend right and if she sends
you home horny, I will take care of your needs when you get home.  How does
that sound?"

   "Sounds like a fair deal to me."

   Vicky started to pull her top over her head as she said, "I'll do you
better than that.  To show you that I mean what I say, "We'll practice
right now."

   Jim began to remove his clothes and quickly joined his sister in the
middle of the bed.  As Jim took her in his arms, Vicky said, "This is the
only part of my exercises that you were interested in anyway.  Right?"

   Jim squeezed a boob and said, "This isn't the only part that I am
interested in; but it is my favorite part.  They enjoyed each other until
Vicky chased Jim back to his own room at about ten-thirty.

   The next morning Vicky was up and moving before anyone else thought of
getting up.  She was leaving home at about the same time that her mother
and her brother were getting out of bed.  Her eagerness to start that first
day continued as she pursued her rehabilitation training.  She did not feel
that there was any improvement; but that did not deter her determination.
She was relentless in her efforts to complete the exercises that Günter
gave to her.  Most days, he had to tell her that she should stop.

   Jim asked Janice out on a date and they had an enjoyable evening.  They
started to date two or three nights a week.  Jim was surprised that Janice
had more interest in sports than Vicky had led him to believe and Janice
was surprised that Jim did more reading than she thought that he did.  They
would have long conversations about the various sports teams one night. 
The next night they would talk about one of the books listed on the
bestseller lists.  What had begun as a mutual physical attraction had
evolved into an attraction to their mutual interests.

   Mr.  Halpert had finally called Connie to ask her to dinner.  They went
to dinner on a Friday night and Connie had returned home before ten
o'clock. Vicky had remained up, waiting for her mother's return.  She was
anxious to know how the evening went.  Connie had assured her that they had
had a very enjoyable evening.  Early the following week, Connie had
accepted another dinner invitation.  That night, Connie had not returned
home when Vicky went to bed at eleven thirty.  Connie was in the shower
when Vicky came to the kitchen for her coffee and she was just leaving the
house when Connie came out of her bedroom.  Vicky wanted to ask her mother
about the previous evening; but she had to leave to arrive at work on time.
Jerry Halpert had been a little later than usual arriving at the bookstore
that morning.  He seemed to be in an exceedingly good mood that day.

   Vicky and Janice managed to meet each other at Vicky's house for some
enjoyable sex two or three times a week.  Connie had visited Jim a few
times during those first weeks after their first sexual encounter.  Each
time they spent a few enjoyable hours together.  Those visits diminished
after Connie started dating Jerry.  Jim was coming to Vicky's room after
most of his dates with Janice.  Vicky was more than happy to satisfy his
needs.

   The school year had started and the girls had to reduce their hours at
the bookstore.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Janice opened the store and
stayed for about an hour and a half.  She worked every other Saturday. 
Janice also worked for a couple of hours each Monday and Friday afternoon.
Vicky opened the store and stayed for about two hours on Monday and Friday
and she worked on Wednesday afternoon.  She also put in a couple of hours
on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons.

   Shortly after the beginning of the school year, Vicky was at her rehab
session and one of the other girls told her that several of them usually
got together on Friday evening at about eight o'clock to play some
basketball.  Friday at eight o'clock was the only time that they could get
a gym floor for wheelchair players because that was when there were no
organized games going on at the college's recreation center.  Vicky was
happy that she had been asked because that was the first indication that
she had gotten from her peers or from Günter that she was fitting in.

   The only input that she had received from Günter was at the beginning
of her second week.  At that time, he had set some goals for her to reach
and gave her a deadline for meeting those goals.  He had indicated at the
beginning that if she failed to meet her goals, she would not be allowed to
continue in the program.  She had one more week to meet those goals.  The
first goal was going to take some more work; but she thought that she would
be able to walk twenty-five yards with the aid of her crutches.  The second
goal was going to be more difficult.  She had to take five steps without
any support.  So far, she had had trouble taking that third step without
falling.

   Thursday evening, Jim was taking stock of his finances.  He realized
that his car payment was due on Monday and his payday wasn't until
Wednesday.  If he kept back enough for his car payment, he would only have
about forty dollars to last him until payday, which was almost a week away.
Jim knew that if he really needed it that he could borrow it from his
mother for a few days.  Vicky was also available as a source of a loan.  He
did not want to start to get into that habit.

   His problem was that he had a date with Janice on Friday evening.  If he
wanted to make his car payment on time, that date was going to have to be a
low-budget event.  Janice was a girl who had to work part-time while going
to school.  He was sure that she could understand a tight budget situation.
He decided that this might be a good test of how their relationship was
progressing.  If the thought of a low-budget evening turned her off, he
didn't think that their relationship could last.  He decided that the only
way to find out was to call her.

   He dialed the number and when she was on the line, he began, "There is a
slight problem with our date for tomorrow night." Janice thought that maybe
Jim was getting ready to cancel the date or maybe to dump her.  Jim
continued, "My car payment is due the beginning of the week and I don't get
paid until Wednesday.  I am a little short of cash this week.  Would you
mind if we got a couple of movies and watched them at my place.  We could
order a pizza or something."

   Janice said, "Hey, that sounds like a good idea.  ï,¼ Of course, if you
have something else that you would rather we did, I could pay.  I have a
few dollars."

   Jim told her, "I really appreciate you being so understanding."

   Janice answered, "You know, we don't have to do things that cost money
every time that we go out.  We enjoy being around each other.  Let's start
finding things to do that don't cost so much." Jim hung up the phone
thinking that he liked that girl more all of the time.

   Jim was at Janice's front door shortly before seven o'clock and he drove
her back to his home.  They were sitting on the couch trying to decide
whether to watch a TV program or to put a movie in the VCR when Vicky
wheeled herself into the family room.  When she turned her chair to face
the television, Jim got a worried look on his face.  Vicky smiled, as she
said, "Don't get all worried, big brother.  I am going to be leaving in a
few minutes."

   Jim breathed a sigh of relief and then he noticed the gym bag that she
had balanced on her lap.  He asked, "Going to spend the night at some guy's
house?"

   Vicky frowned and told him, "No, I'm not that lucky.  I'm going to go
play basketball tonight."

   Jim said, "Now, I know that that rehab guy is supposed to be good; but
he can't have you running and jumping already."

   Vicky laughed at him as she said, "No, dip shit.  We play basketball in
our wheelchairs.  A bunch of us from the different rehab classes are
meeting at eight o'clock.  I'll probably be home by eleven or so.  If
you're still here when I get back, I will get out of sight as quickly as
possible." As they heard Vicky's van pulling out of the driveway, Janice
snuggled closer to Jim.  They watched television until Jim suggested that
they order a pizza.

   When the pizza had been delivered and eaten, Jim took Janice in his arms
and began to kiss her.  Over the next fifteen minutes he began to feel her
breasts and then began to work on the clasp of her bra.  He was enjoying
the feel of her bare tits in his hands and then he began sucking on them.
He continually marveled at the perfect shape and symmetry of her 36C tits.
He had one hand between her legs and was gently rubbing that soft mound. 
Janice had one hand rubbing the front of Jim's pants at the same time and
his cock had grown quite hard.

   Janice broke the embrace and said, "Jim, there is something that we have
to talk about." Jim was somewhat concerned about this pronouncement.  Now
that Janice had his attention, she was having trouble saying what was on
her mind.  She started, "Since we have been dating, I've, um ah, become
kind of fond of you and, um ah, ï,¼ I think that maybe I'm ï,¼ I think that
I'm falling in love with you.  ï,¼ I'm just not certain how deep that love
is.  I really need to know how you feel about me."

   Jim stroked one of her tits and then stuttered and stammered for a bit.
He began, "This is hard for me to put into words.  I've thought about my
feelings about you; but I have never tried to put those feelings into
words. ï,¼ I really care about you a whole lot.  I think that in time that
I could be in love with you.  I have never told a girl that I loved her to
get her in bed and I am not going to prematurely say that I love you
because that is what I think that's you want to hear.  There are only two
women that I have ever told that I love them -- my mother and my sister.  I
care for you more than any other girl that I have ever gone out with; but
before I can tell you that I love you, I will have to care for you as much
as I do for mom or Vicky.  If this makes you unhappy, I'm sorry; but I want
to be honest with you."

   "Thank you for being honest with me.  I had to know how you felt before
I said what is coming next.  I hope that Vicky told you before you asked me
out that you weren't supposed to expect to get in my pants."

   "Yes.  Vicky made that abundantly clear."

   "Well, I think that it is time that someone except Vicky benefited from
this relationship."

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "You and I are dating and we get each other all worked up and then you
go home to Vicky's bed and every few days, she satisfies me."

   "What makes you think that I'm coming home to Vicky's bed, as you put
it?"

   "Jim, I have known since the beginning that you and Vicky are having
sex. I knew before you did that you were going to.  Vicky and I are having
sex.  Now, as horny as you have to have been when I sent you home, you had
to have some relief.  I know Vicky well enough to know that she is not
going to let her brother suffer."

   Jim kissed her and said, "I think that we have had enough talk about sex
with other people; it's time that we talked about the two of us having
sex."

   Janice kissed him and rubbed his crotch before telling him, "I think
that we have talked about that enough, too.  It's time for action.  I had
better let you know a couple of things first.  I don't do it in cars and I
don't do it on couches."

   Jim pulled her to her feet as he said, "That's fine because my car is
too small for anyone to be comfortable doing it.  My mother would kill me
if we stained the couch." They walked down the hall to Jim's bedroom and
began to undress each other.  When they were naked they tumbled onto Jim's
bed and embraced each other.

   Jim wasted no time moving his mouth the Janice breasts.  He loved
kissing and sucking on those beautiful boobs.  Most nights, he couldn't
take his mouth off of them; but tonight he was going to force himself. 
Although he had been able to get his hand in her pants to play with her
pussy several times in the past, tonight was the first time that he had
seen it.  Those swollen lips peeking out from that short tuft of hair
looked so inviting.  Jim wanted to taste her and he was quite anxious to do
so.  He moved his head down and began to kiss those tender lips.  He was
certain from the way that her hips were gyrating that he was doing an
adequate job of pleasuring Janice.  His tongue parted through that soft
hair and penetrated her as far as he could reach.  He stabbed and licked
with his tongue, occasionally using it to flick her engorged clitoris.

   Jim could hear Janice uttering some guttural sounds as she was beginning
to cum for the first time that night.  She was not real loud as she came,
but her physical reactions left no doubt that she was experiencing intense
pleasure.  When Jim felt that she was spent, he moved up her body and began
to kiss her while using both hands to play with those fine tits.  He broke
the kiss and reached over to his nightstand and removed a box of condoms.
When he had one on, he moved back between her thighs and began to insert
that thick tool into Janice's wet pussy.  He drove his cock into her slowly
at first; but Janice's hip action was at a faster pace than he was driving
his cock with.  He began to speed up so that he was in time with her
movements.  Jim was surprised at himself.  As horny as he had been, he was
not sure how long he could last; but tonight he was able to hold out for a
considerable length of time.

   Janice was beginning to cum when she felt a slight swelling of Jim's
cock in her pussy and she knew that he was ready to unload.  As she was
reaching the pinnacle of her cum, Janice wrapped her arms around him and
pulled him tightly to her.  His cock was softening; but he was making no
effort to remove it from her.  They were content to just lie there and
kiss, enjoying the experience that they had just had.  Janice began to feel
Jim hardening inside of her and she told him, "I think that you had better
get a fresh one on.  As full as that one feels, we don't need it busting.
Damn, you feel good inside of me though.

   Jim quickly replaced the condom and returned his mouth to hers.  As they
kissed, Jim was using one hand to play with her tits and he was using the
other to finger her pussy.  Janice said, "Jim, I'm ready now; you don't
have to hold off on my account.

   Jim said, "Good.  Do me a favor and roll over on your stomach."

   "You're not sticking that thing in my ass."

   "No.  That never crossed my mind.  I just want to do it from the rear."

   "Oh good, I've always wanted to try that."

   Janice moved to her stomach and pulled her knees up under her to elevate
her ass.  She had positioned herself just right so that Jim could slide his
cock into her with ease.  Jim drove his cock into her with great gusto and
it didn't take long for either of them to cum again.  As soon as he had
gotten his cock into her Jim began using one hand to play with her clit and
the other to play with her boobs.  They tumbled to their sides and lay
there cuddled together until they each went to sleep.

   Vicky arrived at the campus recreation center and met with the three
other people that she knew.  In the next ten minutes, several more players
arrived and Vicky was introduced to them.  They spent the next two hours
playing basketball.  She soon learned that wheelchair basketball was an
entirely new game from the grade school basketball that she had played.  It
took her some time to learn the rules and some of the nuances of the game.
In the beginning, she could do nothing right.  As the evening progressed,
she probably moved from being a miserable player to being somewhat inept.
She was sure that she could only improve and was determined to do so.  One
thing that she knew for sure; she had enjoyed the experience.

   After they showered, Vicky was invited to join them at a nearby
restaurant for coffee.  She learned that the rest of them were regulars at
this restaurant.  Three large tables had been placed together in the center
of the room and all of the chairs had been removed.  The management had
made sure that the pathway to those tables was extra wide.  As she drank
her coffee with them, she realized that this group was no different than
any other group of people.  The guys sat at one end of the table talking
about football and the size of women's breasts.  The women were on the
other end talking about which women were trying to steal some other woman's
man and which men were cheating on their wife or girlfriend.  Other than
the backbiting and the gossip, Vicky had enjoyed the entire evening.  She
made plans to join them again the following Friday night.

   As Vicky was raising the wheelchair lift on her van, she saw her mother
pull into the driveway.  Connie held the door for her daughter and the two
women went to the kitchen.  Vicky looked at her mother and said, "As early
as you're getting home, you must not have gotten any tonight."

   Connie replied, "The time of night that I get home does not dictate
whether I had sex that night or not.  In addition to it being none of your
business, you have to remember that tomorrow is Janice's Saturday off. 
Jerry has to open the store in the morning."

   Vicky looked around and said, "Speaking of Janice, Jim must have taken
her home early tonight.  His car is in the driveway."

   "Maybe they didn't have a date tonight."

   "They had a date; they were sitting in the other room when I left for my
basketball game."

   "Wait a minute; we're changing subjects here to fast.  What basketball
game did you go to?"

   "A bunch of people get together at the rec center on Friday nights to
play wheelchair basketball.  The invited me to play tonight, so I did.  It
was a lot of fun and I plan to go back again.  It was a lot of fun even if
I am not any good yet."

   "I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself and you'll get better.  ï,¼ We have
a seven-thirty tee time at the golf course and we're meeting for breakfast
at six-thirty.  I had better get to bed pretty soon."

   Jim and Janice had enjoyed their full evening of sex and had fallen
asleep in each other's arms before Vicky and Connie had returned home. 
Janice awoke shortly before six and began to gently stroke Jim's soft cock.
It began to rise and she took it between her lips and began to suck.  The
pleasant sensation promptly awakened Jim and he began to play with her
boobs while his cock was being sucked.  Jim began to pull on her legs and
when she had moved into position, he began to eat her pussy.

   When Jim began to feel that he was about to cum, he became more eager in
his efforts to lap at Janice's tasty pussy.  As she was swallowing his cum,
she began to experience a mild, but pleasant orgasm.  She kept his
softening cock in her mouth and continued to suck until it was hard again.
Janice rolled off of him and said, "Please, I want to feel that inside of
me again this morning."

   Jim immediately rolled a condom over his cock and moved on top of her.
He slid his hard shaft into her and began fucking her.  They both got off
at nearly the same time and Jim kissed her.  It was then that he heard the
door to his mother's bedroom door close.  Seconds later, he heard the front
door of the house open and close.  Janice asked, "Who was that?"

   Jim told her, "It was my mother's bedroom door that I heard closing, so
I am guessing that it was her leaving.  She probably is playing golf this
morning." Jim was thankful that Janice was not as vocal as Vicky was when
she came.

   Janice disposed of his condom and licked his cock clean.  She got out of
bed and began to gather her clothes.  Jim asked, "What are you doing.  I
thought that we could lie here in bed together for a while."

   "I need to go talk to Vicky.  As close as we are, I think it is
important that she hear it from me that we are having sex.  I don't want
her hearing it from someone else or catching us in bed together."

   Janice slowly opened the door to Vicky's bedroom.  She saw that the bed
was empty and the bathroom door was open a little bit.  She softly walked
across the room and tossed her clothes on Vicky's bed.  She eased her way
into the bathroom and spotted her friend sitting there facing the shower.
Janice asked, "Do you need any help washing your back?"

   Vicky turned to see who was there and smiled as she asked, "Do I take it
from the time of morning and the fact that you're naked that you made my
brother a happy man last night?"

   As Janice was stepping into the shower she said, "Yes.  Last night and
again this morning.  And he made me very happy too, if I might add."

   The spray of water from the shower was blocked from Vicky and was
beating down on Janice's back.  Vicky slid two fingers into Janice's pussy
and said, "Move closer, I want to see what it tastes like when it has been
freshly fucked." Vicky got Janice off and then Janice dropped to her knees
in front of Vicky and ate her out.  When they had both been satisfied, they
finished showering and returned to the bedroom to begin dressing.

   As they were dressing, Janice asked, "Vicky, would it be all right with
you if I went with you to your rehab class this morning."

   Vicky asked, "I guess that it would be all right.  Is there any
particular reason that you want to go?"

   "Mostly just curiosity.  I want to see what drives you.  A little over a
month ago, you had no interest in anything except school, work and reading.
Now this has you almost obsessed.  Also, I have something important that I
want to talk to you about after you are through with your class."

   "Okay, all you're going to see is a bunch of people sweating and
failing."

   "How soon are you going to be leaving?"

   "Probably about ten minutes."

   "I have to talk to Jim before we leave.  I'll be right back."

   Janice walked over to Jim's bed and kissed him and told him, "I have to
go with Vicky.  Stay in bed and get some rest." Jim started to get a
concerned look on his face until Janice continued, "Will you still be at
home around noon?"

   "Yeah, why?"

   "I'll call you about then.  Maybe we can do something later today."

   "Remember, I'm just about broke."

   Janice said, "I've got some money." Then she held up the box of condoms
and said, "You've already spent the only money that sex costs." She kissed
him again and rubbed his crotch before leaving to catch up with Vicky.

   Vicky went to the locker room and stored her gym bag.  She had come
dressed for her workout.  The gym bag contained clothes for her to put on
after the workout.  Janice found a seat at the end of the training room. 
She watched as the German taskmaster drove his three charges.  At times, he
drove them to the brink of despair.  Joining Vicky at this session was
another woman who was probably a couple of years older than Vicky.  She had
not arrived in a wheelchair; she simply required a walker.  The other
charge was boy of about sixteen.  He appeared to have less mobility than
Vicky did.  Günter was moving about the room directing each of them to do
different things at the same time.

   All activity in the room stopped when Günter bellowed, "Vicky, move to
the parallel bars." The set of parallel bars was near the far wall of the
room.  The bars were set so that they were about even with Vicky's waist.
She had been sitting doing some weight work with her arms.  When she heard
the command, she began to crawl back into her wheelchair.  She was at the
end of the bars and she used the bars to pull herself to her feet.  Günter
was standing at the opposite end of the bars from Vicky and he commanded,
"All right, walk toward this end." Vicky released her tight grip on the
bars and dropped her arms.  She immediately took one step forward and then
another.  She wavered a little and then took a third step.  As she began
her fourth step, she started to fall.  She grabbed for the bars and caught
herself before she fell to the floor.

   Günter hollered, "God damn it, Vicky.  You haven't made any progress on
this in weeks.  You've got one more week to make those five steps." He
continued to berate her and then concluded, "The only thing that you have
improved on in this exercise is that now you're catching yourself before
you fall flat on your face.  Catch a breath and then we'll see how your
progress is coming when you walk with crutches." Vicky worked her way back
to her wheelchair and sat for a few minutes.

   She moved over to where her crutches were at and managed to get to her
feet.  With the aid of her crutches, she managed to walk about ten yards. A
chair had been placed that distance from her starting point and she sat on
it to catch her breath.  Günter approached her and said, "You're making
decent progress on this; but you're going to have to really work hard this
week if you are going to make that twenty-five yards by the end of next
week."

   Vicky told him, "That was the fourth time that I have gone ten yards
this morning."

   The reply to that statement was, "So what?  The only thing that proves
is that you can go ten yards, four times.  Twenty-five yards at one stretch
is what you have to be able to do.  Günter reached into his pocket and
pulled out a tape measure.  He told her, "Just relax now while I take some
measurements.  I want to find out if you are developing any muscle mass."
He measured her thighs, calves, forearms and her upper arms.  After each
measurement, he wrote the numbers down on a pad of paper.  He moved his
hand that was holding the end of the tape toward one of Vicky's breasts and
said, "Should we find out if your chest if getting bigger too."

   Vicky slapped his hand away and snapped, "I can check that myself, thank
you."

   As his hand recoiled from the slap, he told her, "I'm glad that I have
only worn down your body and not your spirit.  You can go ahead and call it
quits for this morning; but starting on Tuesday, you should plan on
spending an extra thirty minutes at each session.

   Vicky quickly showered and began to dress.  When she picked up her bra,
she realized that it was soaked with her sweat.  That was the only item of
clothing that she hadn't packed.  She dressed in a tight pair of shorts and
a low-cut top that was thin enough that her nipples were quite evident.  As
she was driving out of the parking lot, she asked Janet, "What made you
decide that last night was the night to start having sex with Jim?"

   Janet smirked as she replied, "I just got tired of getting him horny
every night and you ended up being the one who got to fuck him.  I think a
lot of him and he seems to care for me.  It just seemed to be the right
time."

   Vicky asked, "Are you going to leave him enough energy to take care of
me once in a while?"

   Janice replied, "I think that Jim has enough energy to take care of both
of us.  As long as he is not trying to keep someone else happy on the side.
He admitted to me that the only women that he has ever told that he loved
them have been you and your mother.  So I can't call it cheating when he is
having sex with you."

   They were nearing Janice's house and Vicky asked, "What was it that you
wanted to talk to me about?"

   "Wait until we get to my house."

   They turned down the street and Janice directed Vicky to pull into a
driveway.  As she parked the van, she realized that her fears about getting
into Janice's house were unfounded.  She ran the lift down on the van and
after closing up the vehicle; they went up the ramp to the front door of
the house.  Vicky was unsure why there was a ramp at the entrance to
Janice's house.  As she wheeled herself through the front door she noticed
a boy who looked to be a couple of years younger than her sitting in a
wheelchair, watching television.

   Vicky heard him mockingly exclaim, "What a nice sister Janice is; she
has brought another gimp over to see me.  How nice." Janice attempted to
introduce her brother, Greg to Vicky; but he just ignored them and wheeled
down the hall until he disappeared into a room.

   Janice said, "Vicky, can you follow me to my room." When they got into
the room, Janice told Vicky, "I'm sorry that I didn't say anything to you
about this before.  I didn't know how to bring it up."

   "I was kind of surprised.  Both by the fact that you had a brother in a
wheelchair and the reception that we received."

   "Yeah, he behaves like someone else I know used to."

   "Ouch.  I supposed that I deserve that.  I don't think that I was ever
as openly bitter about it as he is."

   "Yes, you were.  He just uses words where you used to use your
attitude."

   "I'm kind of surprised that Jim didn't say anything to me.  Even if he
never saw Greg, the ramps are kind of hard to miss."

   "I asked him not to say anything to you.  I don't know why; but I just
didn't want him to say anything to you.  And yes, he has met Greg.  When
Greg is not on a pity kick, he and Jim get along fairly well."

   "What happened to him; if you don't mind me asking?"

   "Two years ago, when he was sixteen, he was in a car accident.  His foot
was crushed, as were several bones in his leg.  He had severe damage to the
arteries in his legs.  After several surgeries, he had lost his right foot
and his left leg just below the knee."

   "Why doesn't he have prostheses?"

   "He won't even try them."

   "That dumb shit.  He is as dumb as I was.  In fact, I think that he is
dumber; he could be walking without crutches or a cane.  It's a shame."

   Janice hesitated before going on, "Vicky, I have a confession to make.
When we became friends, I really worked to build that friendship because I
thought that someone who was in a wheelchair might be able to get through
to him.  As our friendship developed, I realized that you weren't the
person to get through to him.  I felt that you were a great friend; but you
were just as despondent as he is.  The change in attitude that you have had
made me wonder if maybe you could get through to him.  If you don't want to
do it, I will understand.  You are still my friend and I love you."

   Vicky gave Janice a hug and said, "I know that this must be hard for you
to even ask.  I don't know how much good that I can do; but I'll give a
try."

   Vicky went down the hall and knocked on Greg's door.  Greg grumbled,
"Who the hell is there."

   Vicky answered, "It's the gimp that your sister brought over.  I'd like
to talk to you."

   "I don't want to talk."

   "That's all right; most people say that I talk too much.  I'll do enough
talking for both of us."

   "Will you go away, if I tell you to stay out?"

   "Nope.  I'm not moving until I get a chance to talk to you."

   "Come on in; but I'm not agreeing to talk to you."

   When Vicky closed the door, Greg asked, "Where did Janice find a chick
in a wheelchair to come talk to me?"

   "Janice and I have been friends for over a year.  We have classes
together and we work together."

   Greg got a surprised look on his face and asked, "You're Vicky from the
bookstore; Jim's sister?"

   Vicky smiled and said, "That's me.  It doesn't surprise me that she
didn't tell you that I was in a wheelchair.  She never told me that she had
a brother in a wheelchair and my own brother never mentioned that he had
met you or that you were in a wheelchair.  To them it is not important. 
That is one of the main reasons that Janice and I became good friends; she
never made an issue of the wheelchair."

   Greg told her, "You know that is probably why I get along with Janice
better than I do with my older brother and sister.  They are always acting
like they feel sorry for me and have to try to help me move around the
house.  They were so bad when I first got out of the hospital that I wasn't
sure that they were going to let me go the bathroom by myself."

   Vicky queried, "If you get along with Janice so much better than the
other people, why do you give her such a hard time?"

   Greg was quick to tell her, "Because she is always bugging me about
getting a fake foot and leg."

   Vicky shook her head as she said, "You really should do that or at least
go to rehab.  Why haven't you done any of that?"

   Greg was very slow to answer, "When they told me that I could never play
football or any of the other sports that I like, I decided that I didn't
care if I could walk."

   They spent a considerable amount of time talking about the things that
they liked to do before they had been hurt.  They talked about their
feelings after the incidents and the despair and depression that they went
through.  Vicky explained how long it had taken her to escape from her
depression.  Vicky asked, "How do you get along with the girls, Greg?"

   He replied, "I always had a lot girlfriends before my accident; but the
girls kind of avoid me now that I am in a wheelchair."

   Vicky thought that she was listening to a recording of her own thoughts
over the years.  She reminded him, "If you had the prostheses, you could
get out of the wheelchair and go out with some girls."

   "Yeah, I could go out with some girls that wanted to pity me."

   "That's bull shit and you know it.  The only one that's pitying you is
you.  Have you ever had sex?"

   "Um, ah no."

   "That's too bad; maybe if you had you would know what you are missing
and you would work to have that experience again.  ï,¼ Have you been out of
the house since the last school year ended?"

   "Yeah.  I have been out a couple of times since then."

   "Whoopee.  He's been out of the house twice in more than four months. 
Well, you're getting out of the house today.  We're going to lunch; I'm
buying.  You get ready while I tell your sister."

   Vicky wheeled into Janice's room and said, "We're going to lunch."

   Janice picked up the phone and told Vicky, "I have to call Jim first.  I
told him that I would call him before noon."

   Vicky grabbed the phone and said, "I'll talk to Jim." Before calling her
brother, she dialed the restaurant where they had been the night before and
asked them to hold a large table and to make sure that there was room for
two wheelchairs at the table.  When that was done, she called home and told
Jim to meet them for lunch.  Jim tried to claim that he couldn't afford to
go out for lunch.  Vicky informed him that she was buying.  When he claimed
that he didn't want any charity, she told him that she had intended to buy
before she knew that he didn't have any money.  Vicky, Greg and Janice went
to her van.  They used the wheelchair lift to get him into the back seat of
the van; but there weren't any wheelchair lockdowns in the back.  Janice
helped him to move to one of the regular seats for the ride to the
restaurant.

   They arrived at the restaurant and when both wheelchairs had been
unloaded, they started toward the entrance of the restaurant.  Jim was
pulling into the parking lot, so they waited for him to park before going
inside.  The table where they were seated was just about the same place
where Vicky and the others had sat the night before.  The carried on some
animated conversations during lunch and Greg was actually acting like he
was enjoying himself.  As they got ready to leave, Vicky asked Jim to help
Greg into the front seat of the van.  When that was done, Jim and Janice
left in his car and Vicky and Greg rode alone.

   When the four of them arrived at the Ralston home, Greg wanted to use
the bathroom.  When he was shown the bathroom in the hallway, he found that
he could get the wheelchair into the room; but he couldn't turn it around
when he was in there.  Vicky took him to her bathroom.  While he was in the
bathroom, Janice said, "Vicky, this is the happiest that I have seen him in
a long time."

   Vicky responded, "Don't get too excited about it yet.  He is in a
different place having fun with three people who don't care about the
chair. When he gets home, he is liable to revert back to his normal self.
His whole attitude has to be changed."

   Gregg re-entered the room and Vicky said, "Janice, isn't there something
that you and Jim have to do.

   Janice smiled as she said, "Yeah, there is something that I promised to
do for him this afternoon." As soon as Janice left the room, Vicky resumed
talking to Greg about his life, both before and after the accident.  Vicky
was pleased that she kept catching him staring at her protruding nipples.
She thought that maybe she had found a subject that she could work on with
him.  Vicky pointed at her bookshelves and said, "There are over one
hundred books on those shelves and for every one of them there are at least
five that I have traded or given away.  I have read every book on those
shelves.  Some of them two and three times.  Up until a month ago, those
books, school and this wheelchair were my entire life.  But I have realized
that there is more out there to do.  I just hope that it doesn't take you
seven years to come to the same realization."

   "What changed your mind about things?"

   "I saw someone doing something that I wanted to do.  I knew that I had
to change my appearance and my attitude if I was going to accomplish that
goal."

   "What was that goal?"

   "It's kind of personal.  I'll just tell you that I have only
accomplished part of that goal."

   Vicky moved to her dresser and pulled out her high school graduation
picture.  She handed it to Greg and asked, "Would you want to go out with
this girl?"

   Greg looked at the picture and shook his head.  He told her, "This girl
looks kind of familiar; but I don't think that I would want to go out with
her."

   Vicky said, "I can understand that and nobody else wanted to go out with
me when I looked like that." When he heard that, Greg kept looking back and
forth from the picture to Vicky, each time focusing on her pert tits with
her nipples getting harder by the minute.

   Vicky moved over by her bed and said, "Greg, you said that you have
never had sex, right?"

   Greg said, "No.  I told you that earlier."

   Vicky asked, "How many times a week do you beat your meat?"

   "What makes you think that I do that?"

   "You already said that you have never gotten any.  No guy your age that
is not getting any sex can get by without beating off once in a while."

   "Yeah, I do, sometimes.  ï,¼ Probably about five or six times a week."

   "The way that you have been staring at my tits the whole time that we
have been talking; I'll bet that you want to beat off right now don't you."

   "No.  I don't want to do that right now."

   "Greg, either you are lying to me or you smuggled a large sausage out of
that restaurant where we ate.  The size of that bulge in your pants tells
me that you would like to do it right now."

   Greg still kept staring at Vicky's tits; but he stayed mute.  Vicky
said, "Come on, if you want to, you can get in the middle of my bed and do
it."

   "And what would you be doing while I was whacking off?"

   "I don't know; probably I would be helping you."

   Greg just shook his head and fell silent.  Vicky prodded him, "Come on
get over to the bed and get on it."

   Greg didn't know what to do, so he just did as he was told.  As he
scooted on to the bed he mentioned, "Hey, I like the height of this bed;
it's lower than most."

   Vicky told him, "My mother had it made this way.  Being the same height
as the wheelchair, it is a whole lot easier to get in and out of bed.  When
Greg got on the bed, Vicky scooted out of her chair onto the bed next to
him.  She reached over and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.  Then she
said, "I'm going to let you get a better look at these tits that you have
been staring at all afternoon." She pulled her top over her head and as he
was pulling his pants and shorts off; she pulled his shirt over his head.

   When she wrapped her small fingers around his swollen eight-inch cock,
he reached up and felt one of her tits.  She took her hand from his cock
long enough to take off her own pants.  Vicky began to kiss him and then
Greg moved her to her back and began to suck on her tits.  She could feel
the stickiness on her leg from the pre-cum that was leaking from his cock.
Vicky said, "Roll over on your back.  I have to do something.  If I let you
put that thing in me, you'll end up cumming before you get two strokes."

   She leaned down and began sucking on his cock.  She had been right about
how close he was to cumming.  His cock had not been in her mouth ten
seconds when he began spewing a load of cum into her mouth.  When his cock
went soft, she released it from her mouth and resumed kissing him.  He was
playing with her tits again and his cock began to return to life fairly
quick.  Vicky reached into her nightstand and took out a condom.  She
helped him put it on and then he moved between her legs.  As anxious as he
was, he showed considerable restraint by sliding it in fairly slow.  When
their pubic hairs were meshed together, Greg began slow, deliberate strokes
as he slid that hard cock into her.  As he began to pound his cock into her
at a more rapid pace, Vicky knew that she was not going to be able to cum
this time.  She hoped that it would not take him too long to get hard
again, because she wanted him to be able to finish her off.

   When Greg had cum, Vicky rolled him off of her and helped him discard
his condom.  She began to kiss him again and like a magnet, his hands went
back to her tits.  Between kisses, Vicky said, "You sure are infatuated
with my tits; aren't you?"

   Greg smiled and said, "They're not the biggest in the world; but they
sure are pretty.  I just love the way your nipples pop out and I just love
they way that they taste."

   Vicky reached for his cock and found that it was already getting hard.
She handed him another condom and said, "Put this on; we are going to need
it pretty soon." Greg had rolled to his back to roll the condom on and
Vicky flopped over the top of him and began to kiss him some more.  Vicky
had an idea.  She wanted to try something.  Although she was worried about
failing, she knew that she was going to have to take some chances sooner or
later.

   When Vicky had invited Janice and Jim to leave the room, He had led her
to the family room and they sat in front of the television set.  Janice sat
down and put her arms around Jim.  As they began to kiss, she asked, "Would
you like to finish what you wanted to start earlier this morning?"

   "What about Vicky and Greg?  What if they are looking for us?"

   "If Vicky is looking for us and she doesn't see us out here, she will
figure out where we are at and she will keep Greg away."

   Jim didn't say anything; he just stood up and took her hand.  He led her
to his bedroom where they began to undress.  Once on the bed, they made
love for some time and then they rested in each other's arms.  They had
both dozed off.  Suddenly, they were both awakened by Vicky's shrieks. 
They heard, "Janice, Jim come here.  Come quickly.  Right now." The two of
them jumped out of bed and Janice pulled a T-shirt over her head and Jim
was trying to move across the room and put his shorts on at the same time.

   Janice swung open the door to Vicky's bedroom and the two of them saw
Vicky's naked body astride Greg's equally naked body.  Vicky turned her
head and exclaimed, "I did it.  I did it; I am finally able to do it."

   All Janice and Jim saw were two people fucking.  Janice mockingly said,
"Yeah.  I can see that you're fucking my brother."

   As Vicky bounced up and down on Greg's cock, she told them, "No.  That's
not what I am talking about.  I can support myself on my knees as I ride
his cock."

   The other two had not considered the gravity of the occurrence.  What,
to them, seemed like such a normal act, was a major accomplishment for
Vicky.  Neither Jim nor Janice considered themselves to be voyeurs; but
they could not force themselves to leave Vicky's bedside.  As Vicky rode
Greg's cock, Janice decided that she wanted to participate, not watch.  She
told Vicky, "I'm going to see if my little brother knows how to eat pussy."
She was removing her T-shirt as she straddled his face.  While the two
women rode Greg, Jim moved to the far side of the bed and began to play
with the tits of both women.  When Greg finished cumming, Vicky moved off
of his cock.  She removed his condom and began licking the cum off of his
shaft.  While she was doing that, Janice had finished cumming and moved off
of her brother's face.

   Janice began to laugh as she said, "We thought that the two of you were
in here talking; when the whole time, you were having sex."

   Greg observed, "The way that you two were dressed when you came in here;
it didn't look like you two were just talking, either."

   Vicky said, "Sex was the thing that got me motivated to improve myself.
I just wanted to see if it would work for Greg."

   Janice kissed Jim and asked, "I know how much you love having sex with
your sister; would it upset you if I were to have sex with my brother?"

   Jim reached over and began to rub Vicky's pussy as he answered, "It's
fine with me as long as I can be right next to you having sex with my
sister."

   The four of them spent the rest of the day and most of the evening in
the same bed.  When the time came that the two guys had to take time out to
recharge their batteries, Vicky and Janice satisfied each other.  Jim had
seen his sister and his mother doing this before, so he wasn't too
surprised to see his sister and his girlfriend doing the same thing.  Greg
on the other hand had never seen two women having sex before.  It was quite
a turn on for him and his cock was hard very quick.

   The four of them awoke late the next morning and tried to fit four
bodies into Vicky's shower.  It had been difficult; but eventually they all
got clean and aroused.  They were dressed and preparing to leave Vicky's
room when Greg stopped and said, "There is someone else out there."

   Jim and Vicky started to laugh and Vicky told him, "It's probably just
our mother.  She will be cool about the four of us being here.  In fact,
she will be happy that Jim isn't trying to sneak a woman out of the house."
Jim swatted Vicky's ass as they all followed her out of the room." The four
of them entered the kitchen and Vicky greeted her mother, "Hi, mom.  You
remember Janice; don't you?  The guy over there is her brother, Greg." They
all got a cup of coffee and the five of them sat around talking for a
while.

   Vicky asked Janet, "What are you guys planning on doing today?"

   Janice said, "Well, I haven't had a chance to discuss this with Jim yet
and I hate to make plans without at least talking to him first; but there
is a movie playing that I really wanted to see." She looked at Jim as she
continued, "I know that you don't have much money; I planned on paying
today."

   Jim smiled and said, "Fine with me."

   Vicky then asked Greg what he planned to spend the rest of the day doing
and he replied, "I think that I will go home and do some serious thinking.
I haven't done much of that lately."

   Vicky said, "I can give you a ride home in a while."

   Connie announced, "I was just getting ready to start fixing some lunch.
If everyone is all right with sandwiches and chips, you're all welcome to
stay." After the perfunctory arguments that she didn't need to go to all of
that trouble and Connie's assurances that it was no trouble, the all agreed
to stay for lunch.

   Jim said, "Greg, do you want to come and see my stereo system?" Greg
started wheeling in the direction of Jim's room and Jim and Janice followed
along.

   When they were gone, Connie looked as Vicky and remarked, "I didn't hear
Jim ask what movie was playing."

   "It didn't matter; Janice wanted to see it."

   "What if it's a 'chick flick' or something else that he hates?"

   "He'll suffer through it without a word."

   "Whew, he's got it bad; doesn't he?"

   "It's not all one-sided, Mom.  Janice has got it just as bad."

   "Incidentally, young lady, what were the sleeping arrangements around
her last night?"

   "Um, ah ï,¼ I was in my bed ï,¼ and so was Janice."

   "Where did Greg sleep, with Jim?"

   "No, ï,¼ he slept in my bed too."

   "You mean that Jim had to sleep alone?"

   "Uh, ah ï,¼ no, uh ï,¼ he was in my bed too."

   "Got a little crowded; didn't it?"

   "No.  Not really."

   "Vicky, I have a hard time believing the things that you are doing
lately."

   "Mom, I wouldn't be so horny if you would come home and spend some time
in my bed once in a while."

   "So, I am the reason that you had to have four people in your bed last
night."

   "No, but I thought that if I blamed you that you would drop the
subject."

   "You ought to know me better than that by now."

   "I do; but I keep hoping.  ï,¼ Hey, last night was a major breakthrough
night.  I got up on my knees and climbed on Greg's cock and rode the living
shit out of it."

   "Congratulations."

   "The next step is being able to wrap my legs around a guy's waist while
he is pounding it to me.  I don't know how long that will take me; but I'll
do it."

   "What comes after that; quit rehab."

   "Hell no.  By then I will have found something else that I need to be
able to do.  If there is nothing that I need to be able to do, I'll find
something that I want to be able to do."

   Connie hugged Vicky and said, "It has taken seven and a half years; but
I think that my baby has finally reclaimed the ambition that she had as a
twelve-year-old."

   Vicky answered, "I hope so, mom.  Right now, I am concerned that someone
else doesn't take seven and a half years to get his head out of his ass."

   "So that is what this visit is about."

   "Partially.  Also, he is a real nice guy when he isn't on his pity
kick."

   "Sound familiar."

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I'm going to see what the others are doing."

   A few minutes later the four of them returned to the kitchen and began
eating.  Jim and Janice left to see their movie.  When Vicky was ready to
take Greg home, she lowered the chair lift and then asked, "Do you think
that you can pull yourself into the front seat or do you want to go up on
the lift and sit in the back?"

   Greg told her, "I think that I can pull myself up there." He opened the
door and struggled; but he was finally able to get himself into the front
seat.  Vicky got his chair stowed in the back and when she was in the van,
she drove off.  On the way to his house, Vicky asked, "Does the prospect of
more experiences like yesterday make you want to think about getting the
prostheses?"

   "That's one of the things that I have to think about today."

   "You know that once you start using them, you will gain more confidence.
Then you will be able to go out and attract the girls just like you did
before."

   "But I am afraid that I will fall.  Then I would be embarrassed and have
less confidence that I do right now.  Everyone knows that I have no
confidence right now."

   Vicky pulled into the driveway and Greg started to open the door.  Vicky
said, "Wait.  We need to talk some more.  You know when they fit you for
those things; they spend countless hours making sure that they fit so that
they are comfortable when you are using them.  Then they spend many, many
more hours making sure that you know how to use them before they turn you
loose."

   "I am afraid that I would feel so awkward.  I just don't know how I
would fit in."

   "How awkward do you feel right now?  Do you really think that you are
fitting in?  No, you're not fitting in.  You're just afraid of failing. 
Well, you're failing right now.  Don't you think that you would feel a
whole fuck of a lot better about yourself if you failed while trying to
accomplish something?"

   "Everything that you say is probably right and I will remember
everything that you have said when I am thinking about all of this."

   "I'm going to give you one more thing to think about.  I am going to
make you a deal.  You get fitted for the prostheses and you work diligently
at learning to use them.  You do all of that and until you can find a
girlfriend; I will have sex with you at least once a week.  How does that
sound?"

   "That is a very tempting proposal."

   "Now, every good deal has its down side.  If you continue like you are
and don't make any effort to begin walking again, you will never have sex
with me again.  Then to show you how much of a bitch I can be, I will let
Janice know what I have told you.  You know what her reaction will be.  She
is more adamant about you learning to walk than I am.  Now, I am going to
get your chair out and you can go in the house and think seriously about
all of this.  You give me a call within the next couple of days and let me
know what you are going to do."

   Vicky received a call from Greg on Monday and he informed her that he
had made an appointment to be fitted for his prostheses.  Vicky exclaimed,
"Greg, I am so happy for you.  When do you get fitted?"

   Greg answered, "Tomorrow morning.  They will fit me tomorrow.  I will
work at the hospital making sure that the fit is proper.  I will spend at
least the rest of the week making sure that everything is working properly
and that they are comfortable.  Then I will have to spend several weeks
learning to walk on them before they will even let me take them home."

   "You don't know how proud I am of you.  Shit, me, who cares about me;
your sister is the one that is going to be ecstatic.  Does she know yet?"

   "Yep.  I called her before I called you.  She would have shot me it I
hadn't let her know right away."

   "Greg, ï,¼ I haven't forgotten our deal."

   "I didn't think that you had.  That's not why I called though.  I just
wanted to let you know."

   "I have to go to rehab Saturday morning.  I have to complete some goals
tests and then I have a meeting with Günter afterwards.  That would be a
good day for us to get together.  If I meet my goals, I am going to be so
happy that I will want to celebrate my success.  On the other hand, if I
don't meet my goals, I will need something to take my mind off of the
depression of having failed."

   "I just wanted to let you know what was happening.  I've got to go now;
I'll talk to you later in the week."

   Vicky worked hard all week.  She was becoming more concerned with each
passing day about the goals test coming up.  She was having difficulty with
both of her major goals.  Friday evening, she could hardly eat and she had
a very restless night's sleep.  When Vicky was ready to leave the house on
Saturday morning, she found out that her mother had intended to accompany
her.  She tried to talk Connie out of it; but Connie insisted that she had
to be there.  Vicky learned that Günter had requested that Connie be
present for the goals assessment meeting.

   For a little more than an hour that German bastard worked Vicky
unmercifully.  She was exhausted when he blew his whistle and instructed
her to go to the far end of the room.  There was a folding chair sitting
against the wall.  Günter told Vicky to sit in that chair.  When she was
seated in the folding chair, he took her wheelchair and began to walk
toward the other end.  He looked back over his shoulder and snidely said,
"You will need this, if you get to the other end of the room." He put her
wheelchair next to the wall at the other end of the room.  Then he carried
her crutches to her.  The way that he was dragging this out, it seemed like
he was getting some kind of masochistic thrill out of contributing to her
apprehension.  He handed her the crutches.  Then he commanded, "Stand up.
ï,¼Start walking to the other end of the room.  The short red line near the
far wall is your target distance."

   As she started to walk, she realized that every eye in the place was on
her.  Günter had probably neglected to give them anything to do on
purpose. Vicky was certain that he wanted her to know that all eyes were on
her as she began what seemed like a five-mile walk.  As she began that long
trek, she was wishing that she could have done this shortly after she had
gotten there so that she could have been more rested.  That was probably
why the masochist bastard had made her do it at the end.  He wanted her
exhausted before she started.

   She was now almost one-third of the way to the end and she was beginning
to waver.  She regained her balance and she was moving slowly.  Her legs
were becoming so tired that she was unsure if she could put one foot in
front of the other.  She was more than halfway home when her leg strength
and her balance both gave out at the same time and she was face down on the
floor.  She heard several loud oohs and ahs; but she did not hear anything
from the mad German.  She pulled her crutches back toward her body and used
them to pull herself up.  When she reached her feet, she heard some
murmuring in the background.  Slowly, she resumed her journey.  She moved
slowly; but in time she crossed that elusive red line.  She quickly turned
and fell back into her wheelchair.

   She heard Günter's gruff voice, "Vicky, you have five minutes to catch
your breath before you start you next exercise.  She wasn't sure that she
would ever catch her breath.  Five minutes later, she was sitting there
with her head down; trying to recover from the last grueling ordeal.  She
felt the wheelchair moving and she looked back over her shoulder and saw
Günter actually smiling as he pushed her wheelchair.  He said, "We don't
want you to exert yourself too much; save your energy for this next
exercise.  You'll need it."

   Vicky was sitting in her chair at the end of the parallel bars.  Günter
hollered, "Get to your feet." She grabbed the bars and pulled herself to a
standing position.  She held onto the bars until she heard, "All right, let
go and let's see how far you can get."

   She dropped her hands to her sides and started to take a step.  The
first foot was planted on the floor and she lifted a foot for the second
step.  It was firmly on the floor and she swung her foot for that third
step.  As she felt that foot touching the ground, she saw the floor come
flying up at her.  She was face down on the floor and tears were streaming
down her face.  She had made the twenty-five yards on her crutches; but she
was unsure if it counted because of the fall.  On this test, she had barely
made three of the necessary five steps.  She struggled to her knees and
reached up for the bar.  She pulled herself to her feet and when she was
standing, she prepared to start walking again.  She heard Günter's voice
softly say, "That's enough, Vicky.  Take a shower and meet me in my office
in fifteen minutes."

   She slumped into her chair and slowly wheeled into the locker room.  She
stripped and went to the shower room.  When she was finished showering, she
went back to her locker.  She was openly weeping when she saw her mother
sitting there.  Connie hugged her and asked, "What's the matter, baby."

   "I didn't meet my goals.  He's probably going to drop me from the
program."

   "If he does; we'll find someone else.  It won't be the end of the
world."

   "I don't want anyone else; I want Günter.  Most of the time, I hate the
motherfucker; but I need him.  I have to convince him to let me stay."

   Connie made sure that the tears were wiped from her daughter's eyes
before they made their way into Günter's office.  He was seated behind his
desk looking over some papers when Vicky and Connie took a seat.  Günter
looked up at Vicky and asked, "Before I tell you what I think, do you care
to give me an assessment of how you did this morning?"

   Vicky replied, "I did make the twenty-five yards on my crutches, even
though I did fall once."

   "You needed to be able to make that distance; but that wasn't the real
purpose of the test.  That goal was given to you to see how much
perseverance that you had.  Falling was an unfortunate event; but you
persevered and finished."

   "I can't figure out why I can't make those five steps without
assistance."

   Vicky was shocked when she heard her taskmaster reply, "You will
probably never be able to walk those five steps without some kind of
support."

   "Then why did you give that to me as a goal.  I mean; goals are
something that you are supposed to be able to attain; even if reaching them
is something that is going to be some distance down the road.  Giving me
something to do that you know I can't; that's cruel."

   "You're right; it probably was cruel.  It did make you work and the only
reason that I am telling you now that you won't make it is because I don't
want you beating yourself to death trying to do it.  I'll be honest with
you; I never thought that you would make it this far.  I set that goal as
my insurance.  It gave me an objective measurement to use when I told you
that you were wasting my time and your own time and money.  I didn't expect
you to have the dedication and determination to make the program work. 
When you pulled yourself to your feet after falling on each exercise, you
showed me that you had the determination needed to regain as much mobility
as possible.

   Tears were returning to Vicky's eyes as she asked, "Does that mean that
you're going to keep me in the program?"

   Günter smiled as he told her, "Probably better than that.  I want to
move you to a self-motivated class.  The class meets on Tuesdays and
Thursdays at six-thirty in the evening.  Then you would come in at nine
o'clock in the morning on Saturdays.  On Saturdays, I will give you a
program to work on for the rest of the week.  You're not getting away from
me.  I will still be there; but you people will be working somewhat on your
own while I work with others on a one-on-one basis."

   "How long would each session be?"

   "I still want you working out for ninety minutes each session.  I want
to move you to two hours per time; but you're not ready for that yet.  I'll
let you know when it is time.  Right now there are three other people in
the group.  There is an eighteen-year-old girl and a twenty-one year old
girl.  There is also a guy who is twenty-two.  You all have one thing in
common.  It is unlikely that any of you will ever take more than a few
steps at a time; but you all want some freedom from your wheelchairs.  A
couple of you are doing it to build some self-esteem along the way.  Any
more questions?"

   Vicky asked, "When do I get my program for next week."

   He handed her some papers and his gruff voice and manner returned as he
said, "Right now.  Now, you had better go and enjoy your weekend, because I
am going to be kicking your ass on Tuesday."

   As they were getting into the van, Vicky asked Connie if she could use
her cell phone.  When Connie handed it her, Vicky dialed Greg's number. 
When he came to the phone, Vicky told him that she was on her way and he
should be waiting for her.  Connie was putting her phone back in her purse
when she asked, "What are your plans for the rest of the day, Vicky?"

   "I'm gonna get fucked."

   "Why the sudden decision that today is a day for sex?"

   "It's not a sudden decision.  We planned this on Monday.  Last Sunday
when I dropped him off, I promised Greg that he could spend an afternoon in
bed with me if he got fitted for is prostheses.  He was fitted on Tuesday
and he is doing the work that he needs to do to be able to use them."

   Connie had wondered why today was picked for this activity when he had
been fitted on Tuesday.  Vicky explained her reasons for picking Saturday
for their activity.  Vicky had purposely avoided telling her mother about
promising to have sex with him once a week for a year.  She drove to Greg's
house and when he was seated in the van, she drove home.  Jim had already
left when they got home and Connie informed them that she was leaving
shortly and was not sure when she was coming back.

   When Vicky was closing the door to her bedroom, Greg asked, "Does your
mother know what we are planning to do?"

   "Sure, when I was on the way to pick you up, she asked about my plans
and I told her that I was gonna get fucked.  Since you were the one that I
brought home, I am sure that she knows that you are the one that I am
planning to fuck."

   "How does she take that?"

   "She is a realist.  She knows that it is going to happen.  She believes
that if we try to hide our sex lives from her that we might be hiding other
things from her too.  She would prefer that we be open about everything."

   "How did you tests go?"

   "Don't ask; I fell on my face during both of them."

   "Janice said that that guy can be a real bastard; how did he react when
you fell?"

   "Surprisingly, he was understanding.  He didn't throw me out; that's all
that I was worried about.  Come on; it's time to get naked."

   As they were undressing, Vicky asked, "How is everything coming with
your new limbs?"

   "Pretty good.  I spent most of the week being fitted, having them
adjusted and trying them out.  I go back on Monday to be checked and on
Tuesday, I start working with Mr.  Hoerst for two to six weeks learning to
walk."

   "Mr.  Hoerst, you mean Günter Hoerst."

   "Yeah, why?"

   "That's the same guy that I work with.  I'll be there Tuesday evening.
If you need a ride, let me know."

   "Janice has already informed me that she is taking me."

   "Yeah, you had better ride with her.  All of the suffering that she has
been through to try to get you to do something, at least earns her the
right to take you."

   The conversation had to end when Greg's face went between Vicky's legs
and he started to eat her pussy.  They stayed in bed until early evening
when Vicky prepared them both some supper.  After taking nourishment, they
returned to bed where they spent the rest of the evening.  They had a
quickie on Sunday morning before showering together.  Late in the morning,
Vicky took him home.

   On Tuesday, Vicky arrived to see Greg at the parallel bars.  Günter was
encouraging him to put all of his weight on the prostheses.  Vicky thought
that it was somewhat humorous because Günter was encouraging with Greg
rather than demanding like normal.  She thought that it wouldn't take long
before Greg had the opportunity to experience the real Günter Hoerst. 
Vicky began work on her own program and didn't pay that much more attention
to Greg for the rest of the session.  This was supposed to be a
self-motivated group.  There sure seemed to be a lot of Günter motivation
evident.  Every time that someone stopped to take a breath, he was
hollering for them to quit loafing.

   When Vicky finished, she noticed that Greg had already gone to the
locker room.  Vicky was beginning to get undressed when Janice came into
the locker room.  Janice leaned over and gave Vicky a kiss and squeezed a
tit.  Janice said, "Thanks a lot for all of your help in getting Greg to
this point."

   "Hey, I'm glad to help.  You were there for me when I needed help or
encouragement."

   Janice did feel a little guilty because she had not been to visit Vicky
for more than a week.  She and Jim were together almost every evening and
when they had been at the Ralston home they had not been interested in
visiting with others.  Janice said, "I am sorry that I haven't been around
to visit you more often lately.  It's just that the excitement about Greg
and the time that I have been spending with Jim, I just haven't had the
time.  No, that's not right; I haven't found the time to come and see you.
I'm sorry."

   "Janice, I understand.  As soon as the newness wears off of some of
these other things, I'll move back up a little higher on the priority
list."

   "Jim has a meeting tomorrow night.  Is it all right with you if I come
over to visit you?  We can catch up on some books, as well as some other
things."

   "That sounds good, particularly the part about other things."

   "I have to take Greg home.  I'll see you tomorrow."

   Vicky moved into the shower room and scooted onto one of the benches. 
She had the water temperature adjusted so that it was comfortable as it
cascaded over her body.  The warm water beating on her arms and legs was
loosening up the muscles that she had overworked this evening.  The
big-chested, eighteen-year-old girl, who Vicky learned was Penny Whitehead,
was sitting on the next bench.  Penny asked, "Was that girl in the locker
room your girlfriend?"

   Vicky firmly stated, "Janice is a friend who also happens to be dating
my brother.  The guy with the new prostheses that Günter was working with
is her brother.  Janice was thanking me for helping get her brother working
on his problem."

   Penny, matter-of-factly, asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

   "No.  I prefer guys."

   "Does that mean that you don't like to fool around with girls once in a
while?"

   "I like to have a little fun with another woman once in a while."

   Penny had been moving closer to Vicky as they had been talking.  She
reached over and felt one of Vicky's tits and slid two fingers into her
pussy as she asked, "Want to mess around a little right now?"

   Vicky looked around the room and, seeing that there was no one around,
said, "We might as well." Penny slid off of the bench and began to kiss
Vicky's pussy.  When she felt Penny's tongue parting her swollen pussy
lips, Vicky reached down and began to feel those large tits.  Penny's hands
went under Vicky's thighs and she began to lift the smaller girl, bringing
that pussy closer to her face.  Vicky slid off of the bench and the two of
them were on the floor of the shower.  The both squirmed and struggled
until they were eating each other's pussies.  When they had both been
satisfied, they worked their way back onto the benches and finished their
showers.

   From that night on, every time that they finished their rehab session,
Penny and Vicky would wait until the others had left before starting their
showers.  Then they would take care of each other's pussies.  On the next
three Saturdays, Vicky was quite busy.  When they finished their rehab
session, she and Penny enjoyed each other in the shower room.  Then Vicky
would take Greg home with her for a day of sex in her bed.  Greg had been
working with his prostheses for several weeks when he told Vicky that the
following Saturday would be his last session.  They were going to let him
take them home and he would only come in once a week after that.  For some
time, he would come in one day a week to have the fit double-checked and to
get a new rehab schedule.  Most of his rehab from that point on would be
walking and he could do that anywhere.

   In the length of time that Vicky had been working in Günter's sessions,
only two people had left his program.  Both of them had been attitude
cases. One quit when she got discouraged and another was dismissed by
Günter.  Greg would be the first to 'graduate.' Vicky thought that it
would be a good idea to throw him a party.  She planned one for that last
Saturday afternoon and evening.  She invited all of the people in her class
plus those in the other Saturday group.  Of course, Jim and Janice were
invited.  On Tuesday, she told Greg that since they were having the party
on Saturday that they should plan to get together on Thursday.  She told
him that he could come home with her after rehab that evening; but he would
have to get up early on Friday so that she could take him home before she
opened the bookstore in the morning.

   Vicky was in her Contemporary American Literature class on Wednesday
afternoon and they were having a discussion on finding books that they had
to prepare papers on.  Vicky, Bob Wagner and another student had been
assigned the same book.  Bob complained that the library only had one copy
of that book and the bookstores in the area did not have it in stock.  They
learned that the other student had the library's copy of the book.  Bob
asked Vicky, "Have you found a copy of the book?"

   She tells him, "Yes.  I bought the book about four years ago when it
first came out."

   Bob asks, "Does anyone know where I can get a copy of the book?"

   Vicky says, "The bookstore where I work has at least one copy left, if
not more.  If you would like, I can have them hold on to a copy and then I
can either bring it to class on Friday or you can stop in Friday morning
between eight and nine to pick it up."

   "Do you know how much it is?"

   "Not for sure.  I think that it is somewhere between twelve and fifteen
bucks."

   "Would you make sure that it gets saved for me; I'll be in on Friday
morning?  ï,¼ Why don't more students here know about that store?"

   "Other than this class and a few more English classes, we don't have
much that students would be interested in.  But if you need a hard to find
book; we usually have it or have a source to get it."

   At six o'clock Friday morning, Vicky and Greg had just come from the
shower and were beginning to get dressed.  Greg said, "Vicky, I know that
you said that you would have sex with me until I found another girl to have
sex with.  ï,¼ I started to go out with another girl; but I would really
like to keep having sex with you."

   Vicky sighed and told him, "I expected that this would happen pretty
soon; in fact, I told you that it would happen as soon as you started
trying.  I know that I would be very pissed off if some guy that I was
dating were having sex with someone else behind my back.  Unless I am sure
that the other girl had no objections to you coming to see me, this will
have to be the last time that we get together for sex."

   Greg smiled as he responded, "I am sure that my new girl friend would
have no objections to us having sex; she might even want to join us some
time."

   Vicky laughed as she said, "I would have to think about that.  Come on;
we have about enough time for a cup of coffee before we have to leave."
Vicky dropped Greg off and rushed to the store to make sure that it was
open on time.

   At about eight-fifteen, Bob Wagner walked into the store.  Bob was a
good-looking man who was about five-six and probably weighed about one
hundred and forty pounds.  Like Vicky, he was an English major at the
university.  He asked Vicky about the book and she informed him that she
would have to go in the back to get it.  When he came in, Vicky was using
her crutches to stand behind the counter.  She moved to her chair to go to
the storeroom for the book.  She returned with the book and used her
crutches to stand to ring up his purchase.  As Bob was putting his change
in his pocket, he said, "You know that this is the first time that I have
ever seen you out of that wheelchair."

   "I can stand and move around behind the counter with my crutches; but I
can't get around campus with them, so I have to stay in my wheelchair when
I'm at school."

   "You know I have had at least one class with you every semester since we
have been in college and you are a totally different person this year than
you were in the past."

   "How so?"

   "In the past, you always sat at the side of the classroom and never said
anything unless you were asked a question.  We always knew that you were
getting one of the top grades in the class.  Now we know why you're getting
those grades.  You are more of part of the class this semester.  Now that
you are participating more in class, the rest of us are benefiting from
you. You're not keeping all of your knowledge to yourself."

   "Thanks.  I'm glad that I can be helpful."

   "The class work is not the only area where you have changed."

   "What else do you think has changed about me?  I think that I am pretty
much the same person that I have always been."

   "Maybe.  It's just that the rest of never got the chance to realize what
Vicky Ralston was really like because you kept it hidden.  You're so much
more outgoing this year and you look so much better this year.  Before you
looked so ï,¼ frumpy.  ï,¼ This year you are dressing so much ah ï,¼
sexier. You really are a fine looking woman."

   "Thank you.  I am so happy that I meet your approval."

   "My approval is not what is important.  I think that this year you have
met 'your' approval."

   "Yes, as a matter of fact, I have."

   "Now that I have upset you by putting my nose in your business; would
you like to go out for dinner with me this weekend?"

   "You have managed to nose into my personal life a little more than I am
comfortable with.  I would be happy to go out to dinner with you; but this
weekend is not good.  I have plans.  A friend of mine that has been in a
wheelchair for two years is finally going to be able to walk with new
prostheses.  Pick another time and I will probably be available."

   "How about Monday evening?"

   "Sounds good to me.  You can let me know in class on Monday what time
you are picking me up and I'll give you my address then."

   On Saturday, Greg was the only one who seemed to be giving his
wholehearted effort in this session.  The others were apparently too
excited about the party afterwards to give it their full effort.  Greg had
done most of the exercises that he had to do; but there was another guy who
had just been fitted for an artificial leg that was in the first stages of
his program.  Greg was tying to assist him.  The new guy had started during
the middle of the week and, on Thursday; Vicky had invited him to the
party. His name was Tom Harrison and he was six feet tall and weighed about
two hundred and twenty pounds.  He suffered from diabetes and had lost his
right foot and part of his leg.  When Vicky had invited him, he had asked
her if she would like to go out with him some time.  She told him that she
would see.

   Finally, Günter realized that no one was going to accomplish anything
further this morning.  He bellowed, "That's it.  Everybody has their mind
on a party and no one cares about getting any work done today.  Get the
hell out of here and get your party out of your system.  Just remember that
there will be hell to pay next week."

   As they started to move off to the locker rooms, someone was heard
mumbling, "What is going to be new?  There is hell to pay every day when
Günter is around." Vicky quickly undressed and rushed to the shower.  She
had been in there less than a minute when Penny and Betty came in.  She
finished her shower and told the girls that she would see them later. 
There was no time to wait around for some casual sex with Penny today. 
Vicky dressed quickly and left the locker room.  Greg was by the door when
she came out of the locker room.  Vicky offered to give him a ride; but he
said that he had someone coming to pick him up.  Vicky rushed out of there
so that she could finish preparing for the party.

   Jim and Janice were both there when Vicky arrived at home.  It appeared
that they had been working for some time helping prepare for the party. 
Vicky asked, "Janice, are you supposed to be picking Greg up?"

   "No.  He said that he had a ride.  I think that the 'mystery woman' is
giving him a ride."

   "I sure wish that I knew who the 'mystery woman' was.  Janice, when I
saw him waiting for his ride, I wish that you could have been there.  You
would have been so proud.  He was by the doorway, waiting for someone.  He
was just standing there.  Did you hear me; he was standing there, no
crutches, no wheel chair.  Just Greg standing there.  The wheelchair had a
lonely pair of crutches for a passenger."

   "I knew that I should have insisted on being there."

   "That's all right; you will get a chance to be just as proud when you
see him walk through the front door later."

   Vicky began straightening things up in the family room.  Vicky convinced
Jim to move some of the furniture from the middle of the room.  She
reminded him that there would be several wheelchairs in the room at the
same time.  Vicky went to the kitchen to check the food and beverage
supply. She saw that her mother was still there.  Connie read the
expression on Vicky's face and said, "I am leaving shortly.  I just stayed
around to help make sure that everything is ready."

   "I understand, mom.  I appreciate your help and I appreciate you
offering to stay away for the entire night."

   "I think Jerry appreciates it more than anyone.  ï,¼ I am a little
concerned about the amount of beer that you had Jim buy."

   "Mom, Janice and I intend to stay in the house the entire night.  Greg,
Penny and possibly Greg's mystery girlfriend are the only other ones under
twenty-one that will be here.  We will make sure that they don't get
anything to drink."

   "Just keep an eye on how much people have to drink.  If you have doubts
about their ability to drive, have them spend the night.  If you run out of
couch space, put them up in your bed or Jim's and you use my room tonight."

   Connie left about ten minutes later.  Jim, Janice and Vicky finished
getting everything ready and had some food set out when the first guests
arrived.  Ken James and Betty Olson arrive before any of the others.  Vicky
was surprised to see that they each had left their wheelchairs behind and
were using their crutches.  Betty told her, "We seldom use our chairs
except when we are at our sessions with Günter.  If we get tired at the
sessions and we are in our wheelchairs, we can keep sitting.  If you're on
crutches Hitler junior makes you stand regardless how tired you are."

   Vicky asked, "Is it significant that the two of you arrived together?"

   "Yeah.  Ken and I have been dating for about six months; but we both
like to mess around a little.  ï,¼ Ken mentioned on the way here that he
would like to take you to bed.  I told him that I had had the same
thought."

   When Vicky gave her a questioning look, Betty continued, "We all know
that you like to eat pussy; we're just not one hundred percent sure whether
you like guys too."

   Vicky asked, "Where are you getting your information?"

   Betty told her, "Penny is one hell of a pussy eater; but she has a
tendency to talk too much."

   Vicky told Betty, "I'll have to remember that about Penny.  The answer
to one of your questions is that I prefer guys over girls.  The other two
questions, I will think about -- quite hard."

   Tom Harrison was the next to arrive.  He still wasn't allowed to take
his prosthesis home with him, so he was on crutches.  He seemed to be a
pleasant enough guy; but everyone there quickly picked up on the fact that
he was as horny as hell.  Everyone was helping themselves to the snacks and
they all had a beverage when Vicky heard the doorbell ring.  Janice, as she
had every time that the bell had rung all night, followed Vicky to the
door. This was the one that she had been waiting for all night.  When
Janice saw her brother walk through the door, she rushed to give him a hug
and a kiss.  She whispered into his ear "I'm so proud of you that I could
just fuck you right on the floor here in front of all of these people."

   Greg surreptitiously slid a hand across one of his sister's fine breasts
and said, "I appreciate the offer, sis; but how about a rain check until
there are fewer people around here."

   No one had paid much attention to the fact that Penny was in her
wheelchair behind Greg.  Janice asked, "Where is that new girlfriend that
you promised to introduce to everyone?"

   Greg turned and pointed to Penny and said, "Sis, this is Penny.  She is
the girl that I have been going out with this past week." Vicky and the
others were in shock.  Greg's new girlfriend was someone that almost all of
them, men and women alike, had had sex with.  Many of them had had sex with
her that week.  Vicky was feeling a little uneasy because she had had sex
with each of them within the past forty-eight hours.  In fact, on Thursday,
Penny had satisfied her in the shower room right before she left to take
Greg to her bed for the night.

   The last few guests arrived at the party and everyone was having a good
time.  Jim had moved his stereo from his bedroom so that everyone could
enjoy the music that was coming from its speakers.  The shock of learning
that Penny was Greg's new girlfriend sent Vicky and Janice to the kitchen
for a beer.

   Vicky was alone in the kitchen when she was approached by Penny.  Penny
said, "Vicky, I understand that you want to fuck my boyfriend?"

   Had Penny been smart enough to read the expression on Vicky's face, she
would have heard, "You are about the dumbest fucking broad in the world. 
You are a conniving slut." Instead she heard what Vicky said, "You have
that backwards.  I told him that since he now had a girlfriend that I would
not have sex with him unless I knew that it was all right with the girl. 
Since I now know who the girlfriend is, I know that it is not a problem.  I
am sure that you don't expect him to stay monogamous, since I know that you
won't be."

   Penny said, "I intend to have sex with other people, so it doesn't
bother me if he wants to have sex with other people.  I just hope that we
can keep eating each other's pussies after our sessions."

   Vicky said, "We'll see how things go.  Greg is a friend and I don't want
him hurt."

   At about that time, Greg appeared with Penny's crutches.  She took them
and said, "I want to get out of this chair for about an hour or so.  Thank
you, Greg." Greg kissed her and walked away to mingle with some of the
guests.

   Vicky returned to circulating among the guests.  She left her wheelchair
in the kitchen and decided that she would stay on her crutches as long as
possible.  She managed to let all of those with wheelchairs know how to get
to her bathroom.  She asked that the ones walking on their own two feet and
those with crutches to use the bathroom in the hall.  As she was
circulating, she felt stray hands rubbing her ass quite frequently.  She
realized that the only three people at the party that had not propositioned
her tonight were Greg, Jim and Janice.  Those three didn't have to
proposition her.  They already knew that she was willing to have sex with
them.

   Janice went to go to the bathroom and as she opened the door, she
received a jolting shock.  Tom was sitting on the toilet with his pants
down below his knees and Penny was astride of him, fucking the shit out of
him.  Janice went looking for Vicky and Greg.

   Janice and Vicky got Greg alone in the kitchen.  Janice explained what
she had just witnessed in the bathroom.  Greg said, "That's fine.  She
still plans on me spending the night in her bed.  If I get a chance to
score with one of these other chicks tonight, I don't expect her to get
upset about it.

   Vicky asked him if he was aware of what he was getting himself into
dating Penny.  Greg said, "I know exactly what I am letting myself in for.
She's a slut.  She was when she was in high school.  Even when she could
still walk.  We got along all right back then; we just never went out
together.  We have a lot of things in common and a lot of the same
interests.  ï,¼ I went to the community college this week to talk to them
about registering for classes next semester.  I talked to several girls
that I knew in high school.  I intend to try to date some of them and when
I find a decent girl to start going out with, I will probably dump Penny. I
haven't done anything for two years and I am going to make up for lost time
until winter.  Then I am going to go back to school and get serious about
my life.  I am treating this time right now like I should have treated the
summer after I graduated from high school.  This is my last irresponsible
fling." He went looking for someone else to talk to.

   As he walked away, Vicky and Janice began to laugh.  Vicky said, "We
were worried that she was using him and that she would destroy all of the
confidence that he had built up.  It turns out that the son of a bitch is
smarter than us.  He had her figured out a long time ago."

   Janice said, "Yep.  My baby brother apparently has some direction in his
life and seems to know which detours he can enjoy along the way."

   Vicky noticed that the bathroom was staying excessively busy and more
often than not it was occupied by more than one person.  She was sure that
her party was turning into a semi-orgy.  Vicky was in the kitchen putting
some fresh snacks on plates when she felt a hand rubbing across her ass. 
She turned abruptly and saw the smirk on Betty's face.  Betty reached out
and felt one of Vicky's tits and said, "You know that Ken and I both want
to get it on with you.  We don't care if it's separately or together."

   Vicky replied, "Hell, why should I be the only one not getting fucked at
my own party.  I have a couple of things to do first; but when you see me
heading down the hall, follow me."

   Jim and Janice came to the kitchen to help set out the fresh snacks. 
Vicky heard Jim as he was speaking, "Janice, I know that there are a couple
of guys here that you would like to fuck.  Go ahead and do it if you want.
It won't upset me at all, I'll still love you."

   Janice threw her arms around him and kissed him before she said, "Oh
Jim, you just made me so happy."

   "What because I told you to go have sex with some other guy."

   "No.  Because you said that you loved me."

   "I did say that; didn't I?  Usually when something slips out like that,
it is because the person has been thinking it for some time.  I have been
thinking about it and I do love you.  Now go find some guy to bang, honey."

   "Jim, you are so understanding.  Unfortunately, I am not as
understanding.  It's fine if you go find one of these girls to have sex
with; but I will really be pissed if I find out that you have fucked
Penny."

   "I will leave Penny alone and I intend to be quite selective tonight.  I
want to have enough left when the night is over for you."

   Vicky was standing behind him and she interjected, "And don't forget to
save enough for me."

   Jim and Janice both laughed and Jim said, "Maybe if everyone leaves in
time the three of us could go to bed together." Vicky and Janice both had
wide grins at that comment.

   Vicky was still chuckling as she went to her bedroom.  She immediately
went to her closet and found a short, loose fitting skirt.  She figured
that if everyone was busy getting quickies that she had better be dressed
for it.  She was pulling her pants down when Betty came into the room. 
Betty's blouse was already unbuttoned and her beautiful tits were in plain
view.  Betty unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor.  She approached
Vicky and helped her pull her top over her head.  As she bent to begin
sucking one of those pert tits, she said, "Ken will be along shortly; he
said that we should start without him.  He'll catch up when he gets here."
Betty pushed Vicky back onto the bed and the two of them rolled around
together.  Betty was on her back and Vicky moved into position so that they
could eat each other's pussies.  While they were hungrily lapping at each
other, Ken came into the room.  He began to play with Vicky's tits for a
while and then moved behind her.  He slid his cock across his girlfriend's
tongue until it began to slide into Vicky's moist cavern.  The three of
them continued together until they had each cum.

   When they disengaged themselves from each other, Vicky decided that she
would not wear her pullover top back out to the party.  She found a
lightweight, thin button front top and pulled it on.  Without bothering to
put her panties back on, she pulled the short, loose-fitting skirt on.  Ken
and Betty had rejoined the party by the time that Vicky had gotten dressed.
As she left her room, she saw Janice coming from Jim's room with Tom right
behind her.  She was rearranging her top to cover her braless tits.  Jim
was slipping into the bathroom with a girl on crutches that Vicky could not
remember.

   As she returned to the party, she saw several pairs of panties on the
hallway floor and noticed that several bras were on the furniture in the
family room.  A couple of girls were not even making a pretense of trying
to button up their tops and there were loose tits flopping all over the
place.  She saw that Greg and Betty had just come from the bathroom and
Greg was zipping his pants as he came through the door.  One time she saw
four people coming out of her bedroom door and there should have been a
swinging door on Jim's bedroom.

   Vicky was not sure how many cocks had been slipped into her pussy and
her mouth this evening.  The number of pussies that she had eaten and the
number of tongues that had invaded her cunt had to be about even.  She knew
that there had been quite a few.  The night was beginning to get like the
time when, as a kid, your parents told you that you could eat all of the
ice cream that you wanted.  You had so much that you didn't want anymore
for a month.  Vicky was not quite at that point; but she knew that if she
continued, she might get there.  She spent the last few hours picking up
the messes that had been made and making sure that the snack trays were all
filled.  The first guests had arrived shortly before one o'clock and at
about eight-thirty, Vicky stopped putting any more food trays out.

   On one trip that she had made to her bedroom, she saw that there were
cum stains all over her bed and the box of condoms that she had purchased
in the middle of the week was almost empty.  She went into Jim's room and
found that the bedclothes were on the floor and there were as many cum
stains on his bed as there had been on hers.  Some people had not bothered
to throw their used condoms in the wastebasket.  Several of them were
scattered about the floor.  She picked up any items that she thought might
leave a stain on the carpet; but she left the rest for morning.  She knew
that she would have her work cut out for her then.  She just hoped that she
didn't find anything damaged beyond repair and that her mother would be
somewhat understanding about the mess throughout the entire house.

   Vicky stayed busy for the next half an hour or so, dividing her time
between trying to tidy up the kitchen and saying goodbye to the guests as
they left.  A few of the girls had not even bothered to finish dressing and
they walked or wheeled themselves to their cars.  Finally, the last of the
guests had left.  Vicky was working in the kitchen trying to make it
acceptable to her mother.  Fifteen minutes after the last guest had left;
Vicky realized that she had not seen Jim or Janice in quite some time.  She
assumed that they got tired of the activities around the house and had left
to do something else.  There was a sink full of dirty dishes; but Vicky was
not going to wash them by hand.  The dishwasher was full and she turned it
on.

   Vicky decided that she would finish everything in the morning.  She knew
that she couldn't sleep in her own bed.  She was too tired to change the
bed at this hour of the night and if she was going to sleep on a cum soaked
bed, she wanted to at least know who the cum had belonged to.  She decided
to sleep in her mother's bed.  Her legs were really tired; but she hobbled
to the bedroom on her crutches.  She was a little surprised when she opened
the door and found Jim and Janice naked in the middle of the bed.  They
were just sitting there with their arms around each other.

   Vicky moved toward the bed and said, "I thought that you two had split;
I hadn't seen you in hours."

   Jim answered, "It was getting a little too wild for our blood out there.
We decided to come in here where it was quiet."

   Vicky was sitting on the side of the bed pulling her clothes off as she
told them, "You two can do whatever you were planning on doing.  There is
no way that I am sleeping on either of our beds; but I want some rest."

   Vicky was naked and began to lie down when Janice asked, "Can you stand
still on those crutches for forty-five minutes to and hour?"

   Vicky looked at her like she was nuts and said, "Not yet, maybe in a
year."

   Janice asked, "Can you do it by June?"

   Vicky asked back, "Why would I want to?"

   Janice told her, "So that you can be maid of honor at my wedding in
early June."

   Vicky bolted upright quicker than she had moved in more than seven and a
half years and said, "Holy fucking Christ.  Are you shitting me?  The two
of you are getting married?"

   Jim said, "No, that other guy that she fucked tonight was so good that
she proposed to him on the spot and then she got naked and climbed in bed
with me to let me down easy.  Yes, you dip shit, the two of us are getting
married."

   Vicky hugged Janice and gave her a deep kiss as she said, "I am so happy
for the two of you." She reached out and hefted Jim's semi-hard cock before
continuing, "Does this mean that I don't get any more of this?"

   Janice kissed Vicky again and then squeezed one of her boobs, before
telling her, "No.  Jim and I have already discussed that.  He can still
have sex with his sister and his mother, even after we're married."

   Vicky looked at the two of them with a shocked look on her face and
said, "Jim?"

   Jim quickly said, "Vicky, I had to tell her.  We're getting married.  I
can't be keeping any secrets from her.  Also, you know that I don't lie
worth a shit.  I decided that I would tell her now.  If it was going to
freak her out; I wanted to know now, not six months or a year down the
road."

   Janice said, "I can't deny him the pleasure of the only two women that
he loved before he loved me.  If we're going to be a family, maybe I will
want to take her to bed too."

   Vicky asked, "What made you make this decision so soon.  I mean, I
didn't even think that you too were even close to discussing it.  I thought
that it might happen, just not this soon."

   Jim told her, "Actually, it was your sex-crazed friends who caused it.
We got so turned on by everyone fucking everyone else that we thought that
we needed to experiment a little.  Remember how I told you that with so
many of those girls that as soon as I got them in bed I started to think
about a replacement for them.  Well, that broad that I fucked in the
bathroom, all it did was make me want to go back to Janice.  With her it
was always a case of trying to be better for her.  Janice's idea was right
all along.  Sex without emotional involvement is only slightly more
pleasurable than masturbation."

   Janice said, "I took that guy back to Jim's bed and although he did
everything to try to make it good for me, it just didn't get me off that
well.  It wasn't much better than using my fingers."

   Vicky told them, "You know that I had come to pretty much the same
conclusion.  I have never had trouble having an orgasm with either of you
two ï,¼ or with mom, I can admit that now; but other than the first couple
of times with Greg, I really didn't get that much of a kick out of any of
the other ones.  Tonight was a perfect illustration of that.  I probably
had sex with ten different people and I don't think that I had more than
two baby orgasms all night."

   Jim hugged his sister and said, "There will be a lot of time for just
the three of us from now on.  Another decision that we made was that we are
only going to go out once a week until we get married."

   Vicky said, "Yeah, I can see that.  You two only seeing each other once
a week until June."

   Janice said, "That isn't what he said.  We are only going to go out once
a week until then.  That way we can save more money.  We will probably only
see each other seven days a week until then.  Usually, we will come over
here or go to my house.  So we will have plenty of time to spend together
and with you."

   Vicky said, "You know with me not seeing either of you yesterday and all
of the excitement of today, I forgot to tell you something.  I got asked
out on a date.  ï,¼ And I'm not talking about the twenty times that I was
asked by these guys tonight.  A guy at school asked me out.  He wanted to
take me out this weekend; but I told him that I was busy.  So, we're going
out to dinner on Monday."

   Jim said, "Janice, maybe Monday should be our date night next week. 
That way we can keep an eye on this guy dating my little sister."

   Vicky told him, "There are two things wrong with your idea.  One, you're
not getting near this guy until I am ready for you to.  Number two, there
is no way that you would go out on Monday night; you have to make Janice
watch Monday night football as payment for you going to see those chick
flicks without any argument."

   Janice looked at Jim and said, "Your baby sister has you pegged pretty
well; doesn't she?" Then she looked at Vicky and asked, "You said this guy
goes to school with you; do I know him?"

   Vicky told her, "Yeah.  He's been in several classes with you in the
past.  You remember Bob Wagner?"

   Janice said, "Yeah, not too tall, vocal, pretty smart, fairly
good-looking."

   Vicky said, "That's him.  Now, I am going to go to sleep.  You two do
whatever it is that you want to do; but I want you both in the morning."

   Jim said, "That's what we were planning to do.  Let me get in the middle
so that I can hold you both while I go to sleep." Jim moved to the middle
of the bed and pulled both women tight against him as he went to sleep.

   It was almost eight o'clock Sunday morning when Vicky awakened.  Jim was
on his back and he had one woman snuggled up on either side of him.  Vicky
glanced down and saw that his cock was sticking straight up in the air. 
That tasty morsel was really tempting her.  She was torn between taking it
between her lips or climbing atop of him and impaling herself on it.  She
realized that she couldn't do either one this morning -- at least not yet.
Her mother would be home in a short while and it was important that Vicky
be working on cleaning up the mess from the night before when Connie
arrived.

   She put her skirt and blouse back on and hobbled on her crutches back to
the kitchen.  She started the coffee maker and then emptied the dishwasher.
When the dishwasher was loaded and restarted, the coffee was ready.  She
had part of her cup of coffee and, in her wheelchair, went back to her
room. She stripped the bedding from her bed and then did the same thing in
Jim's room.  She put the soiled bedding in the washing machine.  mVicky
returned to the kitchen and put away the dishes that she had taken from the
dishwasher earlier.

   Vicky had just poured herself another cup of coffee when Connie came in
the front door.  Connie went immediately to the coffee maker.  She sat down
at the table and said, "If you're up cleaning this early in the morning, I
hate to think what this place looked like when the party ended."

   Vicky told her, "I was kind of worried when people started leaving last
night.  I wasn't sure that I would ever get through cleaning.  It took me
about an hour last night and I have been at it about twenty minutes this
morning.  Another hour and I should be done."

   Connie said, "Let me go change clothes and I will help you finish up."

   When she turned toward her bedroom, Vicky said, "I think that you had
better wait before you go in there."

   "Are houseguests still in my bed?"

   "Houseguests, I'm not sure.  There is someone in your bed that wants to
find out what your pussy tastes like."

   "Vicky, I think that you are getting a little to care-free about your
sex life.  I don't appreciate you intimating that your friends can have sex
with me."

   "Mom, does that mean that you don't want to have sex with your future
daughter-in-law?"

   "My what?"

   "Yep, Jim and Janice are getting married."

   "You guys told her about me having sex with both of you."

   "Jim did.  He said that if he was going to marry her; he had to be
honest with her about everything."

   "She accepted that.  She didn't get upset."

   "No, mom.  Remember that she was the one that suggested that I get Jim
to be my first sex partner.  Also, she has had sex with her brother."

   Connie thought for a short time and then told Vicky, "Then I think that
we should both go in there and welcome her to the family."

   The cleanup waited until Sunday afternoon.  The four of them spent the
entire morning in Connie's bed together.

   EPILOGUE

   Vicky began to confine her sex to home, except for an occasional
experience with a guy that she might be dating.  She dated Bob Wagner for a
couple of months and went out with a few other guys during the remainder of
that school year.  She did not get serious with any of them.  She continued
her rehab sessions and was able to stand on her crutches for Jim and
Janice's entire wedding ceremony.  It was shortly after the newlyweds had
returned from their honeymoon that Vicky was able to lock her legs around
Jim's waist while in the throws orgasm.  She has new goals now and is
working diligently toward accomplishing them.


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