Helping My Disabled Sister

Helping my disabled sister.

My name is Bill. I am a 38-year-old single guy who loves playing and watching sports, as well as going out with my friends. I have a reasonable, well-paid job that allows me to work at my own pace most of the time.

Most of my friends are married already with kids in primary- or secondary school. I live in an up-market townhouse with a brand-new electrical Jaguar one of my many perks from my multi-national employer. As long as I attend bi-weekly meetings on a Monday morning and my team hits and even achieves more than their quarterly targets, I am mostly allowed to plan my own year and for that, I often get a nice annual performance bonus along with a new car every three years and usage of one of the company guest houses, either on the beach or deep in the countryside.

My mom is newly retired, and my dad plans to retire in two more years after both of them had been teachers and/ or lecturers for the better part of four decades.

As I stated before, I am 38, and my only sibling is a 35-year-old younger sister.

I am quite popular with my co-workers and there is absolutely no shortage of woman to socialize, or date, in my immediate circle.

I am in the privileged position to be able to take short breaks throughout the year rather than having a month-long vacation like most other people.

Our boss is very generous and is known to often grant us a long weekend - from Thursday afternoon to Monday- or Tuesday morning. Having a company car and being able to use the company breakaway properties for almost free, means that I have been able to build up sizable savings.

Cindy

Cindy is my younger sister, and because we are the only two children, we are very close to each other too. Cindy is as beautiful as her former prom queen mother with striking brown eyes in a pretty blemish-free face. If I tell you that Cindy is also unmarried and living in a modest, yet modern home in a small country town, you will think that she is gay or mentally challenged. However, she graduated with a B Com LLB Honors and also an LLM afterward and currently working on her law doctorate. She is a director of an international law firm specializing in immigration law. However Cindy hardly travels the country or the world, unless it is with me.

You see, Cindy was in the unfortunate position to have contracted polio as an 18-month-old which left her with serious disabilities and deformities. which caused my parents to put her in a special school for crippled children. She wore two leg braces (Hkafo's) and orthopaedic boots for her feet. Although her right leg was stronger than her left, she still needed ankle support for the right boot. The left boot was a total other story. Her left leg grew much slower than the right, and when she went to secondary school, her left leg was already four inches shorter than the right. In addition, her left foot was two sizes smaller than the right and turned inward at a 75-degree angle, which made her attempt to walk a laborious and difficult affair. She mostly uses a full-length crutch on her weaker left side and an elbow crutch on the right for balance. She could control her right leg to a certain extent but had to drag her short leg with the club foot behind her. At home, she uses a wheelchair after she got rid of the hardware supporting her legs. Her kitchen and bathroom were customized that she could use the facilities with relative ease.

Cindy, age 18

I remember clearly the day that the school bus brought Cindy home when she was in her final year of secondary school as she started a year later because of her disabilities.. As l had a day off and my parents were still on the campus they lectured at, I was the only one home when the bus assistant accompanied her to the front door, although the walkway was level and slip-free. When she entered, I could immediately see that she was in clear distress and had been crying. As usual, I took her school bag and helped her to her room. I helped her to sit on her bed and suddenly she burst into tears once again. I put my arms around her neck and patted her on her back asking her in a soft voice what had happened. For the next 10 minutes, she blurted out that the therapist at the school touched her indecently and sexually violated her when she had a one-on-one session with him. As he had removed her braces when the session started, she couldn't get away, as she can only crawl when not wearing her braces. Apparently, he massaged her legs like he normally does but moved his hand up to her panties.

When she eventually calmed down, I started to kiss her neck and cheeks instinctively. She pulled me lovingly into her rapidly developing bosom, while returning my kisses around my ears and cheeks.

I pulled away embarrassingly and ask if I can bring her a coke to help with the shock. When I returned with our drinks, I could see that she is struggling with her calipers. For the first time, I had a close at the plastic and alluminium contraption and her gross mismatched boots. Without asking for permission, I untied her boots and straps and put it on the floor next to the bed. By now, Cindy was looking at me curiously as if she noticed my nicely toned upper body and strong arms for the first time.

"Grab a chair and sit by me brother."

By now she has completely calmed down and grabbed my hand, holding it against her cheek and kissed my fingers. She asked me to help her sitting deeper on the bed as she could hardly move her legs by her own. I lovingly picked them up and moved her in the middle of the queen-size bed. She patted the space next to her and indicated that I should get on beside her. Unbeknown to myself, I started to get an erection when I touched her smooth crippled legs. She suddenly noticed and a giggle escaped her lips while her cheeks turned pink. "Why bru, is your crippled sister turning you on?" I tried to imagine roadkill or the dentist, but nothing helped as my erection grew so large that it threatened to creep out of my trousers.

"William, don't be embarrassed, we are both adults," half serious and using my birthname. With that I noticed for the first time that her breasts were heaving, and she was taking short faster breasts. "Bill, to be honest, if Steve (the therapist) wasn't so nasty by calling me a "poor cripple that probably need a fuck," I could even have enjoyed it." I was shocked, and even more when she asked me look in her top drawer. I went to the chest of drawers and retrieved a monster dildo. She must have noticed the shock on my face, laughing asking me to bring it to the bed. By now, she was almost out of breath, and I could see that her mouth was dry too. She took two huge gulps of Coke before continuing: Bill, please help your sis because I love you so much. With that, I started to kiss her while noticing her skirt creeping up to her hips. We kissed like we were lovers for a long time, and when I came up for air, our faces were wet and she loosened the buttons of her blouse.

I looked at her and realised that she was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, let alone kissed. She was moaning softly while I took off her blouse and loosened her bra to show the most perfect pair of breasts I've ever seen, in life or in a magazine.

Whaa, wait a bit bru, please use the dildo on me, I need it so much!

I wet it in my mouth and start to slowly use the dildo on the outside of her panties, which was already very wet. At the same time, my left hand started to massage her beautiful disabled legs. With feeling my hands on her cool legs, she begged me: "Billy, my left foot is hypersensitive, please pay attention to it pleaseeeeeeeeee." She almost screamed with delight when I entered her wet pussy with the dildo at the exact moment when I rubbed my engorged cock on her deformed foot, and I thought for a moment she is going to loose consciousness. She plucked me violently to her and started to masturbate me while her tight pussy convulsed around the huge dildo. Within 30 seconds we were both naked and I proceeded fucking the inside of her clubfoot while using my hungry tongue on her pink leaking pussy. She took me by the ears and basically pulled me into her snatch while I see her upper body trying ti lift itself from the sheets. By now she was crying, laughing and screaming uncontrollably and when I finally entered her, I could see that she is close to a massive orgasm.

Myself, I was never so excited and could feel the sperm boiling in my sack. :Billy, please come in me, I don't care even if we have a baby!" With that, I only lasted another minute and a half before exploding inside her and filling her willing pussy with my sperm. I saw her eyes turning white and for a moment she forgot to breath as the orgasm moved like a hurricane through her body while her head moved violently from side to side.

From that day onwards, I knew that only my beautiful, crippled sister is good enough for me and that is why I never got married, although I had numerous girlfriends.

When it was time for Cindy to move to University, I went to visit her every weekend on campus. Because there were no men allowed in the ladies' hostel, I always took her to the mall where nobody was looking twice when I helped her into the handicapped stall. Because it was very cramped inside, I had to fuck her while she was leaning against the cubicle wall in her braces and crutches. I normally had a wheelchair waiting outside, because, after our lovemaking session, she had no strength left to haul her crippled legs back to the car.

The end.