A prosthetic arm dangled by her side. It attached to Alex's arm several inches above where the left elbow used to be and ended in a shiny metal hook. She wore her trademark white t-shirt and stiff Wrangler jeans. Standing in the space between the kitchen and living room, she brushed her fingers thought the short haircut and made a wolf whistle while looking at Holly sitting on the couch dressed only in an unbuttoned blouse.
"Six months," Alex said as she raised the hook slightly.
"You've got to see this scene," Holly said picking up the remote with her only hand then crossing her legs leaving an ankle resting over a knee.
She sat close, their thighs touching, her hook resting in her lap, and watched the woman going down on the older man. "Looks like us every night," she teased then leaned over and kissed Holly deeply for a long moment.
"Thanks for letting me into the family."
"Dad digs it too." She giggled and played with a nipple barely peeking from under Holly's blouse. "It was easy to fall for you."
"'Cause I had one arm?"
"That, of course, helped." The palm pressed over the same breast and gently rolled it beneath the warm skin. "You didn't seem to mind ... that I look like a guy."
"Why would I?"
"Don't know. You were just naturally accepting. It was sweet. I like my pussy, I just, you know, am not, ah, feminine. I like Dad, and I like you. I love being with both of you."
"To me, you're sexier without the arm."
"Do you mean the prosthetic arm?" Alex watched as she played with the hook with her fingers then looked slowly up at Holly nodding. "You know, I find it less exciting that I imagined ... the hardware that is." She stood and looked down at her feet. She pulled the t-shirt off and removed the arm. Her stump moved about freely then she sat and put the t-shirt back on leaving the stump exposed. "There. How's that?" There was no response and she pulled the whole arm inside the t-shirt. "Armless?" she teased and leaned casually against the back of the couch.
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The climate was moderate all year long and when it was cold in most places, it was still warm enough to lounge by the pool. Jack and his wife Thelma still lived in Robert and Casey's guesthouse. Nick and his wife Patty were visiting for a month.
Alone by the pool, Patty reclined against one hand, her legless hips barely covered by the bottom of a black thong swimsuit. Her lovely breasts exposed to the sun. Patty was the sister of Jack's father who was Robert's brother. Like her, like her husband, everyone in the family was an amputee, all thanks to Robert being a surgeon. The joke was Robert made amputees and Casey made them prosthetics. Telling the joke always prompted laughter among family members.
Using a single crutch, Thelma carried a drink glass and walked gracefully through the large French doors towards the pool. She stopped, sat beside Patty and dipped her foot in the warm pool water. "You're looking quite nice."
"Almost a year since the wedding. How's married life?"
"As good as having one leg," she teased then sipped the drink. "Quite the family." She drank some then looked along Patty's body to her hips.
"Love having them completely off," she said letting a hand rest over one stump. The hand remained in place as she turned towards Thelma. "Someday, you should be like this." She twisted her body and faced her sitting straight up and balancing on her bottom. Her hands rested together where her lap would have been.
Thelma shook her head and sipped the rest of the drink then sat the glass away from the edge of the pool. Her hand slid across the edging and felt beside the patch of cloth on the thong. A fingertip ran along the faint but visible scar then played with the small waistband, just for a second. "Nice on you though," she whispered before letting her fingertip retrace the path in reverse.
"Darling," she said in a near moan as she felt the fingertip trace close to the small patch of fabric. She glanced quickly around and realized they were alone, though it didn't matter. Her lips pressed against Thelma's and drove her tongue deep as she had last night. Thelma's face rested between her hands and her thumbs stroked beside each eye. Her breath blew warm over Thelma's tongue as she temporarily struggled to maintain her balance and control her emotions.
The emotionally charged moment passed and breathing returned to normal though their faces remained close. They could still feel each other's warmth. Patty stared deep into Thelma's eyes and pecked one last time at her lips. "Sweetie, I need someone to talk to," she whispered in an unsteady voice.
Thelma hugged her and whispered into her ear, "Sure. I'm always here for you."
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Robert, Nick, and Jack lounged on three overstuffed leather chairs in front of a large stone fireplace in the den with walls covered in dark wood bookcases filled with leather bound volumes. Robert's leg ended below the knee and crossed lazily over the other knee. The short stump occasionally moved back and forth as he held a glass of whiskey in one hand and looked at the others, who were both missing their left legs - Jack more so than Nick.
"How goes the stump maker?" Nick asked before chuckling.
"I'm still chopping those limbs off." He roared with laughter. "Patty's sure looks great without legs."
"Great thing of beauty," Jack slyly said taking a sip of beer from the long neck bottle. "I wouldn't be lying if I said I sometimes think about that for myself ... but I'm fine this way." He took another swing of beer. "How's Jean doing?"
"Better than I'd do without arms," Nick groaned. "Casey bugs her about getting an arm made for the longer stump, but your mother is now talking about having that stump shortened to be like the other one."
"Completely off?" Robert quizzed. "Now that is something that gets me fired up and hot." He chugged his whiskey and gasped as he sat the glass on the low table in the center of the chairs. "Armless women, wow."
"Shit Bob," Jack started. "You just dig stumps ... no matter how many, which ones, or what gender they are on."
"Yup. Got me there ... yes you do."
Nick looked around, pausing as he looked at each man. He drank more beer and rolled the bottle between his hands. "I know Patty is family, related and all." He drank another sip as the other men looked quietly at him. "Last night with both of you, that was great." They had watched football reruns and slept together in one large bed. "There're times I kind of wished I lived with a guy." There was kissing and plenty of sex too. All the men and some of the women in the family seemed to swing both ways within the family. "She's pressing me to get rid of my other leg. You know, to be all off like hers are. Not sure it's right for me."
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Casey leaned against the doorframe and looked at Patty and Thelma by the pool hugging. They seemed to be engaged in a serious conversation. She watched for a moment longer before crutching towards them. She settled on the opposite side of Patty from Thelma and laid her crutches behind her. She sat for a while and watched.
Thelma pulled away and teasingly said, "She's trying to talk me into having the other leg off AND my stump gone too."
"You can't fool me, it looked like you two were necking." She laughed and rubbed a hand along Patty's back and over one hip.
