When she first came home from the hospital, she was very content to stay in bed. Even the smallest movement would produce some amount of discomfort. Her mother, being a very doting person, seemed to enjoy caring for her daughter's every need. It didn't take Tracy long, however, before the constant attention began to annoy her.

Her mother insisted she stay in bed even though the doctor had told her she could get up if she felt up to it. Of course staying in bed constantly also meant using a dreaded bed pan. If that wasn't bad enough, Tracy's mother would stay with her while she used it "just in case something happened." What could possibly happen to her just sitting on a bed pan? Her mother would not take no for an answer allowing Tracy a little privacy and had even offered to wipe her. Thankfully Tracy was allowed that privilege.

By the end of the second week of such treatment, Tracy was about out of her mind. With an incision in her leg and the cast, she couldn't really take a bath in a tub and had to do the old sponge bath trick. Of course Tracy was not allowed to do that herself either. Her mother insisted on doing the washing. Doing arms, legs, even her torso wasn't that bad but when her mother would open her legs or roll her over to wash those "special" places, Tracy wanted to die from humility. Her mother would just laugh explaining that all women had the same "things" so it was no big deal. Tracy still wasn't convinced though.

At the end of the third week, the family received some terrible news. Tracy's grandfather had been rushed to the hospital in serious condition. Her grandmother didn't drive and was also very stressed over her husband's hospitalization. Tracy's parents had no choice but to go there. Tracy, although feeling much better, was in no condition to make such a trip. Their neighbors, the Russells, and her family had been neighbors since before Tracy had been born. They agreed to watch over Tracy while her parents were away. Mrs. Russell would stay with her for the day and their son, Roger, would sleep in the house overnight in case he was needed.

Tracy had just about grown up with Roger. He was only four when she was born and where both were only children, became surrogate siblings. As children, they played together often even though there was quite an age difference. Even now, Roger was sort of a big brother to Tracy.

Tracy's parents were leaving about seven in the evening and Mrs. Russell had already had a prior commitment. It was agreed that Roger would stay with her. Mrs. Russell would be home by 10 so she would check in to make sure everything was all right and tend to any of Tracy's needs. With everything set, but Tracy's mother still worried about her, they left as soon as Roger arrived and Tracy's mother gave him a half hour lecture about what Tracy wasn't to do.

"Thank God she's gone!" Tracy exclaimed as soon as her parents shut the door behind them.

"Huh?" Roger questioned.

"My mother's been driving me nuts! She won't let me do anything. The doctor said I can get up if I want to but she still won't let me. She even makes me use a bed pan!" Tracy complained.

"Yeah, I know. She gave me a shopping list of what you couldn't do before she left," Roger moaned.

"Will you let me get up, Rog? I promise I won't say anything," Tracy asked.

"Ah... I don't know... your mother told me to make sure you didn't get out of bed..." Roger told her. "Besides, how can you even get around? You can't use crutches or anything."

"Oh come on. If I don't get out of this bed I'm going to go nuts! I'll just go into the living room and sit on the couch. I won't tell anyone," Tracy pleaded. She paused for a moment, and then added, "I've already gotten up a couple of times. I just sit on the floor and push along with my good leg and good arm. It's not the most graceful thing but at least I can do it... Please?"

"Well... OK... But you've got to be back in bed before my mother gets here," Roger reluctantly agreed.

A big grin formed of Tracy's face as she swung her legs to the floor. Gingerly she started to slide herself to the floor. "Don't laugh at me," she blushed.

"Wait a minute. I'll carry you," Roger offered.

"That's OK. I can do it. Just don't laugh," Tracy boasted.

"Don't be stupid Squirt! Let me just carry you out there. I'd feel dumb just watching you bump around on the floor," Roger ordered. He had been calling her Squirt ever since she was about two years old and he started school. It used to bother her but now it was just what he called her.

"OK," Tracy agreed as she sat down on the bed. She swung around so she could put her good arm around his neck. As gently as he could, Roger lifted the girl. She wrapped her arm around his neck and out of the room they went.

As he was walking down the hall, he noticed Tracy's face turn red. "Are you OK?" he asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm all right. Just a little embarrassed, that's all," she blushed.

"What are you embarrassed about? Just because I'm carrying you?" Roger asked.

"Well, sorta... With my cast I can't get any panties on. The breeze feels funny on my bum," she mumbled. When Roger had picked her up, her nightgown had ridden up a little. With her bad arm, she had managed to hold it at her thighs in the front but where it was hanging down in the back, her ass was completely exposed. "Anybody seeing us would get a real show."

"Really? Where's the closest mirror?" Roger teased.

"Forget it pervert. Just take me in the living room," Tracy admonished. Roger had only been kidding. He put her down on the couch and she immediately adjusted her nightgown. Having Roger there when she was in her nightgown didn't bother Tracy at all. He had seen her like that probably hundreds of times before so it wasn't unusual. Naturally, had it have been anybody but him she would have been embarrassed but it was just Roger. "Can you see if there's some soda or something in the refrigerator? I'm thirsty," Tracy requested.

Roger dutifully went to the kitchen. They turned on the TV and watched but not much interesting was on. It was still better than her bedroom though. After a few hours, the call of nature came and Roger went into the bathroom.

As he left, Tracy looked at his book bag on the coffee table. Being a little curious but mainly out of boredom, she opened it, wondering what subjects he might be taking. She rummaged through the assortment of text books and saw a video tape. Wondering what it was, she pulled it out. Roger had just come back into the room. He quickly put down the glasses and snatched the tape out of her hands but not before she saw the picture of a nude woman on the cover.

"Is that what I think it is?" she giggled.

Roger now blushed. "It's nothing. Just forget it."

"That's one of those porn tapes isn't it? Do you watch those?" Tracy giggled.

"No... Yes... Just forget it!" Roger stammered.

"It's OK if you want to watch it. I don't mind," Tracy said. She was curious as to what they might be like.

"I'm not going to let you see it! Besides, my mother will be here in a while so you've got to get back into bed before we get into trouble." Tracy nodded in agreement as Roger carried her once more back to her room. Once he got her onto the bed, he heard a knock on the door. "That's probably my mother. Don't you dare say anything," he warned as he left the room. On the way to the door, he stuffed the tape back into his bag.

He opened the door for his mother. After questioning him about how things were going and such, like every mother does, she went to check on Tracy. Only moments later she came back to the living room. "She's sleeping now. If you need anything or have a problem, call me, OK? I'll come right over. If not, I'll see you in the morning."

Roger nodded and his mother left. He sat back down on the couch pondering. "Sleeping?" he thought. He had brought her into the room just before his mother arrived. She couldn't have been asleep. A noise in the hall drew his attention.

"I heard her leave," Tracy said as she slid into the room. "Guess I really faked her out, huh?" Roger watched in amazement as Tracy slid along the floor, her casted leg dragging along, pushing herself on her ass with her good leg and arm. "Oops!" Tracy mumbled as her nightgown rode up exposing the hair between her legs. She quickly pulled the garment down. She was so happy with her new freedom she didn't really care if Roger saw her but she didn't want it to appear intentional. Seeing the surprised look on his face, Tracy grinned. "I told you it wasn't graceful but I can move around... Help me up on the couch."