Amputee Amanda

It starts as a sad story. My sister, Amanda, was in a terrible accident. She was riding in her friends car without her seatbelt on. Her best friend at the time was driving and texting. This horrible combination changed my seventeen year old sisters life forever. Suffice it to say she came out of the accident missing three limbs. It was an unfortunate traumatic hip disarticulation for both of her legs and a shoulder disarticulation for her left arm. A nearby off duty physician was able to stabilze her contidion. With his assistance her life was spared; with obvious disabilities.

Amanda had become quite adept with her right arm. She had no choice because it was the only arm she had. She could get herself dressed without too many issues. She learned to scoot around the house using her arm as a leg and her body as another. It is quite the sight to see her wobble back and forth as she moved forward. Our parents even bought a new one level house with no stairs to help aid in her recovery. They had the softest carpet installed and the kitchen was equipped with a little lift that would move Amanda upwards to reach the countertops and sink. 

Yes, Amanda had adapted to her new and unwanted life. Though she still struggled with a few things most of us take for granted. Taking a shower or bath on her own proved to be difficult and dangerous. The slippery tub floor in showers made for a few extra bruises. A tub full of water was a drowning hazard. As a result she had become dependant on our parents to help her in the shower. My mother did this duty most days but my father had to occasionally step in to help.

There were issues with not only cleaning herself but also getting around outside. My parents had bought her a shiney new battery operated wheelchair. It was the most amazing thing to her. She would ride that thing up and down the streets for hours of mobile freedom. One day she had ventured out on her own while our parents were out. It was a hot summer day. She lost track of time and before she knew it her batteries began to run out. She made it back to the end of the driveway before her chair finally gave out. Amanda was expecting our parents back at any time but she sat there for nearly an hour before she took action of her own. Apparently dragging your sunburned ass across a concrete driveway is no picnic.

For the most part I wasn't around during Amanda's whole ordeal. I was off at college when her accident happened and I only came around during school breaks. It was rather odd for me at first but the more time passed the more normal it became. Having her scoot around the house seemed to be a welcoming constant. 

My interaction with Amanda was mostly small talk during my breaks from school. We were never really close growing up. She was always pre-occupied with friends and the latest one hit wonder boy band. I was always pre-occupied with Internet porn and trying to get into my girlfriend's pants.

It wasn't until our parents decided they needed a vacation before I was immersed into her life. To be honest they deserved some time off. Ever since her accident they had become Amanda's servants. With both of them out of town Amanda would need someone to assist her around the house. They first inquired of my older sister, Sophia, who happened to live a few thousand miles away. Her husband had lost his job and she was earning a meager living for them. She couldn't afford take the time off her job and family. Then there is my older brother, Ben. Amanda hadn't talked to him ever since he got caught with a large stash of marijuana and had a short stay in the state prison. So that left me to fill in.

Apparently my parents weren't going to go out on vacation because Sophia couldn't come stay with Amanda. However, Amanda insisted. She saw how much her needs had become an extra burden to our parents. Surprizingly enough it was her idea to have me help out during the summer break. She knew it would be a little weird at first but thought the sacrifice was worth it. Amanda could easily see that our parents needed some time for themselves. I received a phone call from her at the end of the school year explaining the situation. I knew what I would have to help her with when I agreed. I figured my summer was pretty much ruined. As it turns out, Amanda found a way to repay me for my efforts.

I stood next to Amanda while we watched our parents pulled out of the driveway. She waved emphatically with the largest smile I had ever seen. I could tell she was excited for them. A two week cruise without having to worry about her. We looked on as they drove around the corner and out of sight. With every second I observed my parents driving away, I could feel the weight of my new responsibility becoming greater.

Amanda wasted no time and quickly started asking questions, "What did you want to do first?"

"I don't know. What do you normally do," I asked?

"Well mom and dad usually push me around the block a few times. They like the exercise and I like to get out."

"If you want me to take you on a walk just say so."

"You don't take me on a walk, silly. I'm not a dog. I want you to walk with me."

I had nearly blurted out that she couldn't walk. Fortunately I caught myself before I commented on her disabilities. "Alright then. I'll walk with you. Just tell me what direction to go," I told her.

I began serving my time. I pushed Amanda around the neighborhood going in any direction she wished. During that time our conversation covered many topics. She asked a ton of questions about college and what I was going to do with my life. It felt as if she was truely interested in what I was doing. She even tolerated all the geeky jargon I spewed out. I was finally able to ask questions about her situation, what she thought of her friend since the accident, what she wanted to do in her life, and how she planned to accomplish her goals. 

It became quite apparent to me that our parents just assumed they would take care of her for the rest of their lives. They had never encouraged Amanda to excel in any way she could. Their attidute seemed to rub off on her. It was as if I were the first person to ever tell her she could do whatever she wanted; despite her disability. Her response gave me the impression that I was the first one to tell her she had potential. I had inspired her to be more than a bump on a log. With these words of encouragement she really started opening up to me. She told me her true feelings about her ex-best-friend, which were rather unpleasant. She even told me how much she wished she could be normal again. I knew it was time to head for home when her eyes began to tear up. 

By the time I got her home Amanda was a blubbering mess. She was crying about nearly everything and all I could do to comfort her is to lay her head on my lap as I sat on the couch. Our first night together ended with some awful chick flick she wanted to watch. She fell asleep on the couch with her head on my lap. I slipped out from underneath her and retired to my own room for the night.

The next morning was when the real work began. I was in the awkward position of helping Amanda get herself cleaned up and ready for the day. I knew this was coming. I knew I would have to do some rather uncomfortable things to help her. There is nothing in the world that could have prepared me to wash my amputee sister.

I readied the shower for Amanda. I got the water at a hot, yet comfortable temperture with the soap and shampoo ready to go. She had wobbled in to the bathroom on her own and watched as I prepared for her. What really caught me off guard was the unabashed way she removed her clothes. It was almost as if I weren't there. I was also quite impressed by her speed and agility.

I caught a quick glimpse of her nude body and averted my eyes, "I'm sorry Amanda," I said. "I won't look while you get in."

"No," She replied sternly. "You have to look. How else do you expect to help me get in?"

I turned back and looked down at her. I could see she was helpless to get herself over the edge of the bathtub without a struggle. I reached down, putting my hands on my nude sister, and tried lifting her upwards. She nearly slipped from my grip. "Stop being a pussy. I know you are stronger than that. You will have to put one hand under my arm and another under my ass. I know it is hard, but in order to help me you will have to touch me."

"Okay," I replied sheepishly. I then reached under her ass, gripping her lower half, and placed my other hand under her arm. She was right about one thing, it was easy to pick her up like that. I got her into the bathtub and was using the detachable shower head to wet her body down. As I was staring at her I began to notice her beauty. Even though she had a fair amount of scarrig a happy glow glimmered through her body. It was then that I saw the depth and beauty of my sister. 

Amanda noticed that something had changed in me, that I was looking at her differently. Her eyes looked upward and met with mine. A most gorgeous smile donned across her face, "What," she asked cheerfully. 

"Uh, nothing," I replied.

"Why are you looking at me like that," she asked?

"You are a beautiful woman."

"Oh shut up you pervert," she said flirtaciously. "You are only saying that because you are looking at my boobs."

"No, I really mean it. Your boobs are nice but that isn't what I'm talking about. When you smile the room is filled with radiance."

Amanda blushed deeply from my comments. It was obvious that she hadn't recieved such a compliment in quite a while. "Thanks," she said. Tears began welling up in her eyes. They quickly overflowed passed her eyelids and began running down her face. "It has been so long since someone told me I was beautiful."

I didn't know what else to say to her. I did the only thing I could think of and continued her bath. I began washing her hair while she washed the rest of her body. Our time together was silent for the rest of her bath. I assisted in rinsing off her body and pulling her out of the tub. I carried Amanda to her bedroom and watched as she nimbly dressed herself. The remaining events of that day don't contribute to this story. It would be sufficient to say that we started emotionally bonding.

On the third morning Amanda was very jovial as we began her bathtime. She joked openly about her own brother having to wash her body. She laughed at me every time I looked lower than her neck. In return I began some good-natured taunting myself. Then came time to get her hair washed. "You know, washing your hair at this angle is difficult," I told her. 

"Well," she said teasingly, "Why don't you get in with me. I think it would make things easier."

"You know I can't get in with you."

"And why not," she asked? "All you would need to do is step over the bathtub ledge. You have legs to do that with."

I knew she was trying to play her disability against me, so I ignored it. "And get my clothes wet," I said.

"No, silly," she replied, "You would have to take them off."

"I can't do that," I told her. "I'm a guy, and well, guys have a hard time hiding their uhm... feelings."

"I know all about it. I've seen more dicks on the Internet than I care to admit. You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Besides, I figured you would eventually get in here with me."

"You expected me to get naked with you?"

"Yeah," Amanda began. "I think it would be nice. I think I would like it."

"If you really want me to I guess I can get in."

"Yes," Amanda hissed. "I want you to get in here with me."

I wad finally convinced that Amanda knew what she wanted. She had obviously been thinking about me. I would admit that over the last few days I had some naughty thoughts about her as well. I tried to quickly chase them away. It was inappropriate for me to think of my sister like that, disabled or not. Of course she had those scars where her legs and arm used to be. She even had a few smaller ones across her body. But her face was still as smooth and beautiful as it had always been. Her healthy breasts were perky and scarless. Even with her imperfections she was gorgeous; especially when she smiled.

I took off my shirt exposing my flat unathletic chest. I felt a little insecure compared to Amanda's well defined abs. She apparently had worked on them quite a bit during physical therapy. Watching her move around the house I could tell she used them. She only looked at me and smiled. Before I dropped my pants I needed some reassurance, "You aren't going to tell anyone I did this are you?"

"Of course not," Amanda insisted. "Just take off your pants and get in here, please?"

I dropped my pants and revealed my man sword. This was the first time I really felt like an object of her desire. Amanda looked my body up and down then focused in on my cock. "You already have an erection for me," she said excitedly.

I jumped in the tub behind her trying to hide my hard-on from her view. There was no way I could still be limp after rubbing Amanda's body down with soap. I started washing her hair vigorously, scratching my nails across her scalp. As I scrubbed her head she began giving me a verbal confirmation of delightful moans. Of course that only made my dick harder.

After I finished rinsing my sister's hair, she leaned back against me and ran her hand up and down my leg. "I love the way this feels," she said.

I leaned her to one side so I could look at her eyes. "What did you expect to get out of this," I asked?

"I'll never have a man," she said. "I'll never know what it is like to fall in love with somone who will reciprocate that love. What man would ever want someone like me? My body is ugly. You are the only person who has ever told me I'm beautiful since the accident."

I really felt sympathy for her. Of course there was someone out there for her. I knew as well as she did that it would be nearly impossible for her to find love one day. So I simply had to ask, "You want me to love you?"

"I know it is wishful thinking. I have already asked a lot from you. Maybe we could just try it while you are here?"

I could see from the way Amanda looked at me that she had already fallen for me. At the time I had no intention of falling for her. I figured there would be no harm in playing along. She lifted her head up towards mine. I met her half way and our lips joined together. With her naked body pressed up against mine I could almost feel the emotion escaping from her.

Amanda reached her arm over her body, grabbing my arm. She moved my hand down her body and towards her pussy. "Feel it," she said. I ran my hand up and down her slit. "It isnt wet from the shower," she observed. "You made it wet."

I knew without a doubt what she was looking for. "Why don't we go somewhere more comfortable," I told her. I got out of the tub and picked up Amanda. Her eyes stared into my soul, revealing her feelings to me. She had already allowed herself to fall for me.

I was so horny for Amanda that I neglected to dry us off. Instead I carried her to her bed, dripping the whole way. I lay her down and took a step back to gather in the fullness of her body. The deep sheen on her dark brown hair showed how much she cared for it. Her brown eyes dominated her soft face with her plump red lips adding a nice accent. Healthy and full breasts were prominent on her chest, topped with pert nipples. I finally allowed my eyes to gaze on her lower end. Between two large scars where her legs used to be was mounted a great looking pussy. Unlike her face and breasts her pussy did not come out of the accident unscathed. Horizontally across her slit was a small scar which, fortunately for her, was just low enough to miss her clitoris.

My eyes were averted back towards her face as I heard a giggle. "What's so funny," I asked?

"You are so cute! I like looking at your dick with your balls hanging so low," she replied.

"How many cocks have you seen?"

"Thousands on the Internet. After seeing yours I'm up to two in real life."

"What man's cock has had the pleasure of your eyes looking at it?"

"My old boyfriend. We started having sex a few weeks before the accident. He dumped me afterwards."

"What a dickhead."

"Yes he is. Speaking of dickheads, yours looks like fun."

"I guess we'll find out. Did your boyfriend ever make you cum?"

"Never. Not even a hand job or oral to help. I've given myself enough orgasms since then to know I like them."

"Is that where the Internet porn comes into play?"

"Yeah. Mom knows I look at it but she doesn't care. I don't think dad knows."

I felt disappointed that Amanda had not gotten the pleasure of a cock induced orgasm. These last few years relying solely on her hand for pleasure. "Well," I told her, "I promise you that I will give you all the orgasms you need."

I moved back towards Amanda, leaning over her body. I kissed her lips gently and started my way down her neck. She gasped and lurched as I kissed my way around her neck and collarbone. She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in tight to her. 

The feel of my skin against Amanda's caused her to start bucking her hips towards me. Her actions caused her body to move about nearly uncontrollably. If it weren't for my weight being firmly upon her I'm sure she would have rolled right off her bed. In response to her I stopped my kissing and backed off so she could calm down a little. 

"Easy there," I said to her. "Don't get too excited all at once."

"But I want you," she growled back at me.

"Don't worry baby, we will do everything you want."

I leaned back and looked down towards my stomach. I hadn't realized how wet Amanda was. With all of her excited thrashing she had left a large amount of her glimmering cunt lube on my belly. I reached down to her pussy and pushed my finger in between her lips. I gently circled her vaginal hole then ran my finger up to her clit where I vibrated it vigorously. I rubbed her until some of the sexual pressure had been alleviated, allowing her to relax.

I was able to continue the tasting of my sister's disabled body. My lips were finally albe to suckle her magnificently soft breasts. I traced her aureola with the tip of my tongue before completely taking in her nipple. I could feel her nipple expand into my mouth with every suck. Her hand grasped the back of my head and guided my head to her other breast where I repeated the sucking action. I orally ravaged her tits until her sexual excitement caused her to start bucking her hips at me again. 

I stopped sucking her tits and backed off again. "Don't stop," she said as she looked at me with desire. "Please, keep going."

I smiled at her, "Don't worry baby. I'm not stopping. I'm only moving on to better things."

I kissed Amanda's lips then her chest between her breasts. I kissed my way down her stomach until I finally made it to her cunt. Her pheremones were causing her pussy to give off a pungent smell wich made me only desire her more. I licked up one side of her pussy and then the other, avoiding her slit on purpose. I traced her outer labia with my tongue as I had done to her aureolas. My exploration of her cunt continued, my tongue making its way to her love garage, swirling my tongue around her entrance. My sister's moans became exponentially louder with each passing lick until she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

My sister's supple inner labia, those gorgeous meat curtains, were begging to be sucked in. I inhaled them into my mouth and let my tongue go to work swishing them about, occasionally hitting her clitoral button. I sucked her labia in and out and in and out. Her consistent moaning began to acellerate. I knew she was on the edge of orgasm and I knew it would be a big one.

Amanda's hand grabbed the back of my head and smooshed me into her slit. The bucking of her hips intensified as her orgasm ripped through her body. I could feel juices oozing from her cunt causing my nose to penetrate her as deep as was possible. 

Amanda's orgasm finally passed and her hand relaxed. I was able to pull my face from her cunny. Her pussy had given me quite a beating. It was, in fact, such a large beating that she had made my nose bleed. I could see blood all over her pussy. She could see blood all over my face.

"Oh shit," Amanda said, "Am I bleeding?"

I grabbed at my nose. "No, your orgasm gave me a bloody nose. I'll go get some tissues."

"I have some Kleenex on my nightstand there," Amanda pointed out.

I grabbed a handful and cleaned up my face as best I could. I then held a clean tissue to my nose as I wiped my blood from my sister's puss. A quick check let me know I was still bleeding so I lay down on Amanda's bed with my head hanging back off the edge. I felt her move around and lay her head on my stomach. 

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to fuck your face so hard."

"Don't worry about it," I told her. "I was glad to give you such a good orgasm."

"It was more than good. It was incredible. Probably the best cum I've ever had."

As I lay with my head hanging off her bed I felt Amanda's hand grab for my cock. "You can fuck my face as hard as you want," she told me as she brought my dick head into her mouth. It was obvious that my sister had lost the ability to do many things after her accident. One thing she could still do with a high degree of skill was to suck cock. When she wasn't sucking she was jerking, or twirling her tounge around my head, or massaging my balls. I was really surprized at her cock pleasuring ability.

I felt my dick starting to tense up. "Don't make me cum if you want to get fucked," I told her.

Amanda stopped for a moment and said nothing, almost as if she was mulling it over. "Well," she replied, "you gave me such an amazing orgasm I will wait for you to get hard again." 

Then she sucked my cock back up into her mouth. Her actions became more vigorous and I could feel my balls needing to release. I moaned loudly and clenched my ass cheeks, my sperm was on its way. This is when I got a most unfamiliar feeling, she had clamped her lips around my dick instead of pulling it out as all my old girlfriends had. She sucked down every last drop of my cum. She even ran her finger up the underside of my dick to coax the last little bit out of it.

After I came I lifted up my head and checked my nose. The bleeding had stopped. Amanda rolled her body over then motioned to me to come lay next to her. I adjusted myself accordingly so that our heads were next to each other. She lifted my arm and wiggled herself into a snuggle position. Now I've cuddled with a good number of girls in my time and we have always had that extra arm issue. You know that problem you have about what to do with the arm you are laying on. Well, Amanda had no such problems. She lay with her left side on the bed, her shoulder in my arpit, and her head on my shoulder. My sister caressed whatever part of my body she could reach; which consisted mostly of my cock and balls.

"Whew," Amanda exclaimed. "That was fucking awesome."

"Where in the hell did you learn to suck dick like that," I asked?

"Haven't you heard me say that I've watched a lot of porn? I even keep a diary of my sexual exploits; porn watched and how I masturbated."

"Are you for real?"

Amanda blushed a little, "Yeah, what else am I going to do?"

"So am I going to end up in this little journal of yours?"

"It is a pretty big journal by now. I'm sure I'll write something about you in it," she said while she shook my penis about.

"What if mom finds it?"

"She won't, it is well hidden and password protected."

In the last hour I had learned just how much of a freak my sister was. Here is a woman who, beacuse of her disabilities, has found herself with very little she can do. So her mind seemed to be constantly filled with sexual ideas. 

"So," I asked, "does your diary have entries about how you were going to seduce me?"

Amanda laughed, "Yes, a few of them, but my first idea worked." My cock twitched with excitement as she told me about her various ideas to get me naked. Then out of the blue she lifted my arm up around her body and lay on her back.

"Where are you going," I asked?

"Your dick is hard. I really want to have sex, please?"

I know we all think the women in our lives could easily win beauty pageants. But I really know Amanda could if it weren't for the accident. Her face was stunning. It had nearly perfect symmetry. I could see the lust for me in her deep brown eyes. They peered deep into my soul. She kept licking and biting her lower lip while she waited for me. She was a real angel.

I did as my sister requested; I moved my body atop her's and positioned my cock at her hole. She wiggled a little which caused my dick head to lightly penetrate her. She reached her hand down and grabbed my ass, pushing it gently to guide me in. Amanda let out an extremely loud moan when my cock was fully sheathed.

"It sounds as if you like the feel of my cock," I said.

"Shut up and fuck me!"

I pulled my dick out and pounded it back in. Amanda let out another moan. With each pumping of my cock she gave an audible response. Eventually she began the cursing and dirty talk with each thrust.

"Oh fuck me," she yelled with a corresponding thrust. "Dick your sister," with another thrust. "Fuck that shit. Fuck it hard. You fucking sister fucker. Give it to me. Give me your cum. Fuck yes! Grab my ass!" Her responses went on and on, each one a little more insense than the previous. She finally yelled, "Oh, here it cums," when her first orgasm hit her. I kept fucking hard while her body twitched with delight underneath me.

Continually I fucked her. My dick's sensitivity seemed to be lessened from the great blowjob she had given me previously. Our fucking went on for what seemed like hours. Amanda orgasmed over and over and I was really beginning to feel the strain of such a long fuck in my back. My balls had eventually filled and tightened. I knew I was coming soon so I moaned back at my sister, "I'm going to cum."

"Pull out and put it in my mouth," she requested.

Of course I complied. I jumped up above her while still jerking my cock. Amanda opened wide and I held my dick head just above her mouth. My dick began erupting, squirt after squirt. She held my cum in her mouth without swallowing until I was done. Then she closed her lips and seemed to swish it around before swallowing my load. She reached up and took my cock in her hand. Again she ran her finger up the underside, coaxing all the cum out of it, which she consumed.

I collapsed next to her and she ended up back in our previous snuggle position. I gasped for air while she kissed at my chest. 

"Holy fucking fuck," I said. "I never thought I would fuck my sister and I never thought you would be such a horny little girl."

"I knew I had to fuck with everything I had if I wanted you to do it again."

"Damn straight we are doing it again," I told her. "But not now, you have tired me out. We need to get some condoms before our next time."

"Don't worry about that," Amanda told me. "I'm on birth control. I have been for years."

"Why do you need birth control?"

"I have some pretty bad periods. Birth control helps make them easier."

"Then why did you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"I just wanted to taste you again."

I knew then that my sister was a really freaky fuck. I knew I could share any fantasy with her without judgement. 

We continued to fuck each other's brains out for the rest of our time together. We tried all sorts of different shit that I could never do with a girl who had legs. She rolled back and forth on the edge of her bed with my dick in her. I would move back side to side while her pussy twisted around my cock. She even figured out how to be on top. She had what I call a gymnast ring above her bed to help her get up. She hung from that and did an incredible amount of one armed pull ups while my cock was in her. Fucking shit was amazing. 

Not only did I fuck her in her bed, I fucked her in her wheelchair, I fucked her on the couch, on our parents bed, on the kitchen counter, in the bathtub, on the toilet, in our dad's recliner, and a few times in the car when we felt the need to get out of the house. We pretty much stayed naked together until our parents got home. When they did come home I had to leave. Not because they wanted me to but because I needed to. There was no way I could stay near my sister without fondling her in front of them.

A few years have passed since then. I have gotten married to a most wonderful woman. Together we have started a family of our own. Amanda has made some major accomplishments since we were together. She graduated from college and has taken a teaching job at the high school. She teaches the special needs class. She has also become much more independant in other ways. Special controls were fitted to a van to allow her to drive with one hand, acceleration, brake, and steering all available to her.

As for my relations with her; well they sure as hell haven't stopped. We fuck when we get the chance. I told my wife all about my past before we got married. She was upset with me at first but as time went on she accepted it and now encourages it. My wife will sometimes invite Amanda over for the weekend. She has even begun to do her part to help with my disabled sister. Let's just say that Amanda's sex journal now has some lesbian experiences in it.