I'm not sure how long this story will go on.. I like the Brother/Sister line of tales best because growing up I never had a sister around.
I just finished having sex with my high school girlfriend. One thing we always found we had in common was good sex. Things just fit really well together, she used to joke that TAB P fit into Slot P rather well and it really did. I'm not going to go into much detail about her because she is not the point of this story. Anyway, with a fresh load of my cum inside her she turned to me, puts a tender hand to my cheek, and said, "Greg, I'm sorry but I've got to stop seeing you. It's not you, really it is not. I just don't see us going anywhere together. Since we turned 18 I want to just be free."
I was in shock and didn't know what to say, I was a man about it and said, "Okay!"
With that she got out of bed, my cum dripping down her leg and she pulled her panties on. She looked like she was going to cry as she grabbed her clothes off the chair, and went into the bathroom. I took that time to get dressed, I took my keys off of her dresser and headed downstairs. I passed her sister as I was leaving their house with a, "Catch you later!"
It was a cool Saturday evening, the sun was low on the horizon as I headed home. I'm not sure what exactly happened, but the next thing I remember was waking up with my sister looking at me, and then the pain hit me. I've had worse, I asked my sister what happened and she told me, I ran off the road into some hay bales. Yeah, I pick hay bales to hit!
The doctors came in, asked me the normal forty questions that doctors do. Then they ordered some more tests. I wasn't hurt that they could see, not a bruise on me and no broken bones. They even tested me for drugs and of course found nothing. I was totally fit, except for a few things, I couldn't move my hands, and my hearing would go from normal to really loud hearing. I mean like I could hear a whisper across the room. They ran more tests, and then some more. Finally, after 3 days in the hospital, they declared that I was epileptic, and that explained (to them) the hearing at least. My hand was still useless. My sister, bless her heart stayed by me the whole time, leaving only to eat and take care of herself.
Finally, I was allowed to go home and my sister was there for me. She 20 and took over when our parents passed away in a savage attack when I turned 16 a couple of years ago.
At home, the first difficulty I encountered was door handles getting out of the car and doorknobs at the house. We had a pretty nice house, free and clear thanks to our parent's insurance and a trust fund. No, we are not wealthy, just not poor. Our trust fund was enough where we didn't have to work, but not enough that we could travel the world so we tended to work to pay for extras.
I was in a pretty good mood until it was time to eat, I was upset with myself because I could not figure out how to use the adaptive silverware the rehab people gave me. Sam took over and soon had me full.
For the first time since the wreck, Sam started talking about it, "I'm glad you didn't get really busted up in the wreck. I don't think I could stand losing you.
"Yeah, you got the only dorky brother that wrecks his car into hay bales," I said.
With a sly grin she said, "You do know I will do anything for you, I've called in at work and told them I'm taking care of you. So I'm at your every beck and call."
Looking down at my feet I said, "I'll only need help for a few things until my hands return. Doorknobs and we both know a couple other more gross ones." I could feel my face getting red.
Sam replied, "Don't worry about that, I'm here for you. And for the big surprise, I got a bidet installed in the master bathroom so I won't have to wipe your rear. I might have to push the button, but at least not wipe."
I said, "Sam, I just love you, and well I do have to go to the bathroom but not for that, could you at least open the door for me?"
"For you I'll do anything." She said.
Heading upstairs I said, "Sam, I'm so lucky to have you. I feel so helpless."