Adam Has Lost The Use Of His Hands Ch 03

"Why is your Sister always late?"

"It's only ten past eight, I am sure she will be here soon."

"I will give her another ten minutes then I need to go."

I just shrugged my shoulders. Mother was not happy with Ava, if I said anything else she would probably take it out on me.

Five minutes later we heard a car pull up outside. Mother muttered something under her breath, I just hoped there wasn't going to be an argument.

"Sorry Mother, sorry Adam. I set off a bit late."

We both then got a big hug. When I looked at Mother she was smiling, there was no mention of Ava being late, she was just happy to see her.

"I can only stay another five or ten minutes before I need to leave for work. Is there anything you need from me before I go?"

There was a confident "No" from her.

They had talked for over an hour last night on the phone, and from what I could hear they had already covered everything in detail. There was even a discussion on what to do when I needed to urinate, unzip me or get me to sit down? At that point I left the room, it had started to get embarrassing.

"Did you see Mother crying when she waved us off?"

She looked surprised, "No, I was too busy driving."

"Do you think she will come and visit us?"

"No."

I looked over at her.

"We talked about it. You know what she is like. I am happy to look after my little brother but I don't want her to interfere."

"But you only live thirty minutes away?"

"That's why I said no to her. If it was up to Mother she would find some excuse to call round every day after work."

"What if you need some advice from her?"

"I will call her."

She sounded annoyed, so I dropped the subject.

Five minutes later she glanced over at me and then said, "Tell me about you and Aunty June?"

"What do you mean?"

I hoped I hadn't sounded as worried as I felt. What had she heard?

"Just what was it like staying with her? She can be a bit of a bitch."

I took a few seconds to calm myself before casually saying, "It was OK, a lot better than I thought it would be."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I could see that she was now thinking about what I had said about Aunty, she had obviously expected me to be critical. I also got the feeling that I would be quizzed about her again later on.

"How do you like your room?"

It was small and cramped, I think it was where she dumped things, but it would do.

"It's OK."

I had tried to sound enthusiastic, I must have succeeded because she looked pleased.

"Let me show you the bathroom."

I didn't need to see it, I have visited her lots of times before so I knew what it looked like. However I didn't say anything, I just followed her to it, but I had forgotten that she didn't have a bath, just a shower.

"Why do you call it a bathroom, there is no bath?"

She gave me a puzzled look, but when she realised I was joking I got a smile from her. Then I started to think about having a shower, how would that work? She would have to get in with me. I was just about to ask her when I noticed her staring at my crotch.

"Come on let me see it."

I moved back as she tried to unzip me.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't be shy."

I wasn't shy, just surprised.

"Mother told me about it."

I was now shocked, and she could see that I was.

"Let me explain. Mother warned me last night, apparently you are very big. She wouldn't say anymore. I need to see it."

"I am, but can't you wait until I need the toilet? You will see it then."

She shook her head, and when she put her hands on her hips and looked me in the eye, I knew she wasn't going to take no for an answer. She is five years older than me so she thinks she can boss me about. I must admit I wasn't against the idea of showing it to her, it was just that it felt as if I didn't have a choice. However I might be able to get something out of it. It was worth a try.

"OK, I will show you mine but you have to show me yours."

She was thinking about it, that was a good sign.

"Yes, but no touching."

I smiled, with my bandaged hands I couldn't touch her even if I wanted to.

She quickly unzipped me but then she took her time in getting my cock out, taking the opportunity to briefly fondle it while it was still in my trousers. When it was out she stepped back to admire it.

"Wow."

"You should see it when it's fully erect."

Now that I had put that thought into her head I waited for her to ask, she didn't disappoint me.

"How big is it?"

"Nine inches."

I had said it with pride, and from the look on her face she was obviously impressed.

"I thought James was big but you have another two inches."

I let her stare at it for a few more seconds, but now it was my turn.

"Let me see yours."

That startled her, in the excitement of seeing my cock I think she had forgotten what she had agreed to. There was a brief hesitation from her then she started to unbutton her top.

"Hey, we had a deal."

She stopped, a puzzled look on her face.

"What do you mean?"

I just pointed at her skirt.

Then she understood, "NO."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Come on Sis, you have seen mine."

"It's my tits or nothing. Nobody gets to see THAT unless it's my boyfriend or my Gynaecologist."

She now had her arms folded across her chest, annoyed at what I had wanted her to do.

I held my hands up in surrender then said, "Did you know I have recently trained as a Gynaecologist."

That made her laugh, when she had finished she continued to unbutton her top. When it was off she stopped. I was admiring her tits and she was letting me have a good look before taking her bra off.

"Wow," it was my turn to be impressed.

"Your nipples are big, very big."

They were comparable in size with Mother's and Aunty June's, but slightly darker. However she has much smaller tits which makes them look even more prominent.

"Do you like my tits?"

I smiled at her, did she need to ask?

"Yes, they are perfect."

That pleased her, she pushed her chest out more, obviously proud of them.

"I will let you into a secret. All the women in our family have these big nipples."

I tried to look surprised.

"Mother?"

"Yes."

"Even Aunty June?"

"Especially her, she might have the biggest."

I think I would agree with her on that, but even though I was tempted I didn't say anything, instead I continued to look at her tits, imagining what it would be like to suck on them.

Then the inevitable happened, my cock started to rise. There was a gasp from her when she noticed, but she didn't say anything, she just watched it slowly grow.

My cock was now fully erect, nine inches of throbbing meat. I wanted her hands on me but instead they were now on her tits. I watched in fascination as she pulled on both nipples, they were now big and swollen, more than ready to be sucked. I moved closer to her. When she moved her hands away I lowered my head, I was desperate to get a nipple into my mouth.

Then her phone rang, it was loud and it startled both of us.

"I need to answer it, it will be James."

I winced at the mention of her boyfriend's name.

"Hi James, give me a minute," she sounded breathless

She quickly picked up her blouse and bra, and then she left the bathroom clutching them to her chest.

If only he had rang ten minutes later, or better still if he had not rang at all. My cock was still erect but it was now starting to wilt, and I was feeling guilty. I just wish James was not such a nice guy.

When she did eventually return she was fully clothed. My cock was now completely limp so it was easy for her to put it back in. She didn't say anything until I was zipped up.

"That was James."

If she was feeling guilty it didn't show on her face or in her voice.

"He is coming round tonight for a few hours."

"Is that allowed?"

It was a joke rather than a serious question.

I didn't get a laugh, just a clipped "Yes" from her, then she added "Mother thought that it would be a bad idea if he stayed the night, I agreed with her to keep her happy, but there was no mention about him coming to visit me."

Then I got a look from her that said 'Do you have an issue with that?'.

I gave her my best smile before saying "It's not a problem, I was just asking."

An hour later I needed the toilet. It was all done quickly and efficiently, and except for her hand lingering on my cock at the end for a bit longer than necessary, nothing untoward happened.

I like my Sister a lot, she is genuinely a nice person with lots of good points, however cooking is not one of them. The evening meal was filling but nowhere near as good as what Aunty June had been giving me. I just hoped she wasn't going to ask my opinion of it. Tomorrow I might suggest that I pay for a takeaway, I could say that it was so that she could have a break from cooking.

It was just after eight when James arrived, after letting him in Ava disappeared for twenty minutes, leaving us to chat. We hadn't seen each other for a while, I think a week or two before my accident, so we spent the time catching up. He asked lots of questions about my hands, and I could tell he was very sympathetic.

"It must be a nightmare not being able to use your hands."

Ava joined us just as the conversation was drying up. She looked different, she had changed into smarter clothes and had applied some make-up.

"Are you two going out?"

For some reason she thought that was very funny. When she had finished laughing she grabbed James by the arm and almost pulled him out of his chair.

"Let's go to my bedroom for a bit."

I considered saying "A bit of what?" However James was already looking embarrassed because of her obvious keenness to be fucked, so I kept my mouth shut.

When they had gone I gave a long sigh. In a few minutes he would be sucking on those magnificent tits. What I had started he would finish, I had got her excited earlier on and now he would be reaping the rewards. James was a very lucky guy.

I was now desperate for the toilet. They had been together in the bedroom for nearly two hours, surely they must have finished by now? Any longer and I would have to knock on the door, that would be so embarrassing, but wetting my trousers would be worse. Fortunately five minutes later I heard them on the stairs, then James popped his head round the door to say a quick goodbye.

"Thanks Sis, I needed that."

In low voice, just audible, I heard her say "Me to."

As she stuffed my cock back into my trousers I pretended I hadn't heard her. I was talking about the long piss I had just had, she was referring to something completely different, something far more enjoyable.

"When will James be coming again?"

It was a bad choice if words, and from the smirk on her face she had picked up on it. I started again.

"When will he be visiting again?"

"Tomorrow or the day after, but no later than that."

James was indeed a lucky man, he gets to fuck my Sister almost every day. I wondered what I would give, or what I would do, just to have the opportunity to do it once. However I now realised that there was no chance of that happening, she was already getting sex whenever she wanted, so why should she need my cock?

The next day I woke just after nine, with a full bladder. I could hear some noise from downstairs so Ava was already up, that was good. When I got to the kitchen she had her back to me.

"Hi Sis, I need some help."

When she turned round I could see she was angry.

"What's happened?"

"James rang me half an hour ago. He is a bastard."

I sat down at the table. What had he done, it must be serious? I waited for her to tell me more but she was just pacing up and down and muttering something under her breath.

In a calm voice I said "Please tell me about it."

She looked at me for a few seconds, then she gave a long sigh. Some of the anger had now gone and I could see she was ready to talk about it.

"James called me. There is some problem at work that apparently only HE can fix."

She shook her head a few times before continuing.

"So his boss has sent him off to Portugal. He rang me from the airport just before he was boarding."

I could see why he had left it until the last minute before telling her the bad news. It wasn't his fault, and when she eventually calmed down she would realise that.

"Where in Portugal is he going to?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

"Sorry, I was only asking."

"I am just angry. Give me a bit of time and I will be OK. I do know that it's not James's fault. I blame his boss, he is a bastard."

I had thought her anger was directed at James, but it was his boss that was having his parentage questioned.

"He will be back soon, and I bet he will bring you a nice present."

From the look on her face I could see I had said the wrong thing.

She took a deep breath to compose herself before saying, "At least three weeks, but it might be longer, much longer."

I now understood her anger, but she would eventually calm down. James was a Chemical Engineer working on high profile projects. His job was interesting and well paid. Sometimes you have to take the rough with the smooth, but I wasn't going to tell her that, instead I was going to keep my head down until she returned to normal.

For the rest of the morning I kept out of her way. In the afternoon she left me for a couple of hours. When she returned with two heavy bags of shopping she was in a much better mood. The evening meal was quite good, and when she asked me if I liked it I genuinely said yes.

"I am going to bed. Sorry about today, I know I have been a bit of a bitch but I promise I will be OK tomorrow."

I gave her a nice smile, then I said "Only a BIT of a bitch?"

She thought that was funny, I could still hear her laughing as she went up the stairs.

When I woke up the next day I could hear her singing, that was a good sign. She stopped when I joined her in the kitchen.

"Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

"Thanks."

"Lisbon."

"What?"

"That is where James is, he rang this morning."

"Are you both OK now?"

"Of course. I may be a bitch but I am not a TOTAL bitch."

She was smiling, obviously in a lot better mood than yesterday. I could tell she was waiting for me to make some sarcastic comment, but instead I just smiled back.

"And there is some good news, he will get a big bonus for this. When he gets it he is taking me to Paris for a dirty weekend."

"Sounds good, can I come with you?"

"Let me think about it."

She spent the next few seconds pretending that she was considering it, then she just said "NO."

I shrugged my shoulders before saying, "It was worth a try."

Lunch was a sandwich from a local shop. It was very nice, I would be happy to have it again. However the evening meal was one to forget, some sort of stew. After eating half I was going to say that I was full, but when she said that she had made it specially for me I knew I had to eat it all.

"Just one last spoonful."

"Thanks, that was very nice."

"Good, I might make it again."

Damn, I shouldn't have said anything, I just hoped she would give my stomach a few days rest first. We then went to the front room to watch television. The programme was interesting but I noticed that Ava kept glancing over at me, I was expecting her to say something, eventually she did.

"Adam, can I ask you something?"

I was a bit wary, but mostly curious about what she wanted to ask.

"Yes, what is it?"

"You can't use your hands, so what do you do for, you know?"

An obvious question, but not one you would expect your Sister to ask.

"I was just wondering, James would struggle if his hands were bandaged."

I was tempted to say that I just bend over and suck it, but that would probably shock her. I can actually do that, with a bit of difficulty, but I don't because I hate the taste. I am always keen to pour it into other mouths but not into mine, instead I decided to play it down.

"I don't bother."

"Really? With James away my fingers will be working overtime."

She was being very candid, and I wondered if I should be as well.

"So when I change your sheets I am not going to find some interesting stains?"

"It depends what interests you."

That got a smile.

"If it had been somebody else other than Mother and Aunty June looking after you I think you would have had some help."

I wished she hadn't mentioned their names. From the look on Ava's face I could tell what she was thinking. She had seen some reaction from me and she was putting two and two together, and getting four.

"You dirty dog."

I feigned innocence but she wasn't having any of it.

"I bet it was Mother, Aunty June is too stuck up for anything like that."

It was time to come clean, sort of. I would tell her, but only what she had already suspected.

"It was both of them, but not at the same time."

She looked puzzled.

"That last bit was a joke, but yes it was both of them."

Her puzzled look had now turned to astonishment. I then explained in detail what they had done, but just about them giving me hand relief. When I said how good they had been at it, particularly Aunty June, her mouth opened in disbelieve.

"They were just being kind, giving me the relief that they could see I needed."

She nodded, I could see she was thinking about everything I had said.

"So what about it?"

It took her a few seconds to realise what I was asking for. I had expected a quick no but she was taking her time before answering me.

"I might do," then in a low voice, almost a whisper, she added "It is a nice cock."

That was the end of that particular conversation, it had certainly given both of us something to think about.

Two hours later she surprised me again, but this time it was with a statement rather than a question.

"It's time for your shower."

I looked up from my book, she was already leaving the room. I smiled before following her, this might be fun.

"How do you like them?"

After undressing me she had placed plastic bags over my hands, they were not the food bags Mother and Aunty had used.

"These are great, where did you get them from?"

"Online from a medical supplier, they are made for this purpose."

They were perfect, a nice fit. They had zips so no need to use rubber bands to seal them.

"I told Mother about them ages ago but she said the food bags she had were good enough."

"I wish you had told ME about them."

She laughed, "I just have."

I muttered under my breath, "Yes, but a bit too late."

I was busy admiring my hands when she said, "I need to get changed, I will be back in a few minutes."

I hadn't thought about that, while I waited I wondered what she was going to change into.

"Do you like it?"

Yes I did, I couldn't take my eyes off it. She was wearing a two piece swimming costume, one that had been designed more for being seen in rather than for actually swimming in. It was small and it showed off all her curves. What was there not to like about it?

"Are you going to say something or are you just going to stare at me?"

"Sorry, yes I do like it, I like it a lot."

"Good, now get in the shower."

Fortunately it was a decent size, there was plenty of room even with both of us in. The water was hot and it felt good as it cascaded over me. Ava was facing me and I had a great view of her tits, her big nipples looked to be straining to get out. As I imagined myself sucking on them I felt my cock thicken, then start to rise. She didn't notice at first, she was too busy washing my shoulders. It was only when it nudged against her that she realised what was happening. I thought she would object, but instead she stepped back and then watched it closely as it climbed to its full length.

"I was going to save that until later, but from the look of it I think it needs my attention now."