44 comments/ 240886 views/ 90 favorites Banging the Babe in the Wheelchair By: mary0256 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.  Melissa, this is my sister, Vicky." Then he looked back at Vicky and added, "Melissa and I work together.  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.  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." Banging the Babe in the Wheelchair 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.  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.  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.'  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. Banging the Babe in the Wheelchair 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 negligée 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 negligée then? You have to get ready for bed anyway." Vicky moved the remaining packages to the top of her dresser and took the negligée out of its bag. She slid from her wheelchair to the edge of her bed and started to undress. Vicky had the negligée 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. The 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 negligée from the drawer and placed it on the tray of her chair. Once in the bathroom, she set the negligée 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 negligée 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 negligée 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 negligée 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."