I’m Legless Not Dickless

I was trying my darnedest to suck my little sister’s tits, but it was proving to be an exercise in futility . She was bouncing wildly on my lap, and I couldn’t keep ahold of them. They were small to begin with, perky and pointy, small Bs that looked great on her short-petite frame, but when she got close to climaxing all I could do was sit back and watch.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!!” (see? I knew she was close) she yelled, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

“Cindy! Watch your mouth! What did I tell you about that sort of language?” Our mom scolded her from the other end of couch. That’s right, our own mother was sitting not more than 6ft away on the same sofa, reading through a cookbook and casually watching Wheel Of Fortune, while her youngest daughter was slamming herself into an orgasm on her son’s cock.

“But Abby says it, and so do you!” Cindy pouted back at mom.

“Well We’re older, and if you want to argue about it I’ll ground you from having sex with your brother!”

“No , sorry.”

“Now finish up and go do your homework.”

Cindy’s attention returned to her interrupted orgasm. She closed her eyes and began moving up and down my shaft again. I took the slower pace as my chance to lock my lips around one of her nipples, but it was short lived, soon she was going full force on me again, and before long she was shaking and grinding through a large climax. She took a few minutes to compose herself before climbing off of me, I saw her juices pooling in my lap. She used a washcloth to wipe up her mess.

“Thanks Brantley.” She said to me, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead, then she headed off to her room.

“Alright sweetheart, you ready for a bath?” My mom asked me. I nodded. She got up and pushed my wheelchair over to me and helped me into it. Then down the hall to the bathroom where she would help me into the tub.

That’s right, I was paralyzed. But before your start to feel bad for me, realize that my paralysis was the ONLY reason that I just fucked my younger sister.. or my older sister right before that, or my mom this morning, or my aunt this evening before dinner. And it was the only reason that after she helped me into bed tonight, my mom would undoubtedly give me a BJ (with the aid of a vibrator).

It happened when I was a boy. It almost seemed inevitable. My family were ranchers in Oklahoma, I had been climbing trees, playing on machinery, and of course riding horses, since I was old enough to walk, but funnily enough none of that was the cause. Instead I became paralyzed in a water sliding accident at a water park a couple hours away. Initially I couldn’t move anything, but gradually I began to get feeling back in my arms, and after several months I had full functionality in my upper body. But sadly I never recovered from the waist down. Shortly afterwards 9/11 happened and my father, a former Army Sgt. , re-enlisted. With my medical bills and the lawsuits still pending, he said the signing bonuses were too good to pass up. He died in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan on his first deployment.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty, like this was somehow my fault, even though everyone told me I shouldn’t. He left behind my mother, who was his high school sweetheart, my sister Abby (who was roughly a year and a half older than me), my other sister Cindy (who was roughly a year and a half younger than me), and of course me. He also had a sister (my aunt Carol) who lived nearby. There was other family too, but they were spread out, and he was very protective of her after she got out of a bad marriage. When he left home he told me to “look after the women, especially your aunt Carol” I guess he didn’t have confidence in her ability to be alone.

The whole thing sucked, my injury occurred just before I started having a real interest in girls, then my dad died and left me in a house full of them. He told me to look after them, but here I was the only man on the family’s ranch and I was confined to a wheelchair! I couldn’t do anything to help! I was finally at an age where I’d like to use my dick, but it didn’t work, and when I could finally prove most useful to the family, my legs didn’t work either. It really ruins a young man’s self confidence.

Right after my injury the hospital stay and subsequent doctors visits were all about trying to see if I’d regain use of my legs, but once that was deemed impossible, the focus was on learning how to live my life in my new body. After a few years, having gone through puberty, the issue of my penis became a topic for the doctors. They talked about how it was unlikely I would ever have a normal sex life, but they tried to reassure me that I could still father children and have a family one day, as if that was supposed to make me feel better! I was a teenager, and a virgin. I wasn’t thinking about having kids, I just wanted to Fuck! I wanted to be able to plow my girlfriend in the backseat of a car! At the very least I wanted to be able to beat my meat like every other guy in school got to! But I couldn’t even do that!

So here’s something that some of you may not know. Many men who get paralyzed can still get erections. Are you surprised? Cuz I was! The first time it happened I freaked out, I thought maybe I was healed from my injury, but no, just my penis. You see, there’s two types of erections, reflex and psychogenic. Reflex means that your body is simply responding to physical stimuli, psychogenic means that your body is responding to mental or visual stimuli. So for you guys out there, have you ever gotten an erection even when you weren’t horny? Maybe from your pants rubbing your junk the right way when you run? That’s reflex. And when you watch porn and get a boner, even before you’ve touched it, that’s psychogenic.

Well I could still get reflex erections, But I couldn’t control them. This proved to be an issue, since I needed help bathing and dressing, especially at first. So my penis brushing against a hand or clothing or my own leg, could cause it to harded, often without me realizing. It happened numerous times in front of family members, medical staff, and even complete strangers. This almost seems humorous, but the down side was that none of these teenage erections ever resulted in an orgasm, they simply weren’t possible. This meant that if I played with myself, it would get hard, but I wouldn’t actually FEEL any pleasure and would ultimately never cum. All the embarrassment with none of the joy.

That was until the embarrassment lead to some joy. My mom sold some of our land, it sucked, but it was simply more land that she could manage. That money coupled with the money from my injury lawsuits and my father’s life insurance and savings gave her enough to hire on people to do the actual ranching while she took care of the business side of things. It was still tight, so she asked aunt Carol, her sister in law, to move in. They worked together to run the family business while also taking care of the family.

Carol was my dad’s younger sister, so she was also younger than my mom. She was very attractive, and had fallen for a handsome guy who became abusive a little while into their marriage. From what I heard it was because they couldn’t have kids. He blamed her even though the doctors said he was the fertility issue in the couple. All this meant was that after the divorce, she had no one. So my father really looked after her, and she really liked being around us kids. So when my father died, and my mom asked her to move in, she was more than happy to.

One day not long after she moved in, she was tasked with helping me get in and out of the tub. She’s seen me get my embarrassing “tents” through my shorts before, but she’s never seen me naked, so this was her first time. She was very nice when she helped get me undressed and into the bath, then asked if needed help bathing. I told her no. Being in a bath made me feel the most normal. Everyone sits and soaks in a tub the same way, so I wasn’t weird in here, plus it gave me some alone time and privacy. Which was tough to come by in a house of 5, especially when someone was constantly hovering over me in case I needed anything. I really did appreciate the help and attention, but I was getting better at doing some things for myself and everyone still saw me as helpless. I just needed a way to show all these ladies that I was still a man and capable of doing SOMETHING to help around the house.

Well I relaxed a bit and washed myself. Its still a weird feeling to wash my lower extremities, since I couldn’t feel it, I always joked that it was like I was washing someone else. When I was done, I opened the drain to let the water out and called for aunt Carol. She came in as the water was almost out and I was drying my face and head with a towel.

“Oh my Brantley! Im so sorry, I’ll come back.” She said.

I took the towel off my head and looked at her, confused, why would she come back, I said I was done? I saw her face, her eyes wide, looking shocked and embarrassed. I looked down at myself, and sitting in front of me, dripping wet, was my prick, standing at full attention. I let out an uncontrollable laugh.

“Aunt Carol wait, it’s ok, I’m ready to get out.” I said before she’d left the bathroom.

“Are you sure? Cuz you look like you’re still in the middle of something.” She replied, not turning back to look at me.

“What do I look like I’m in the middle of?”

“Well you know…” She was trying to avoid saying it. I knew she thought I had been masturbating, but it was fun to watch my aunt, who’s an adult, squirm around saying something as simple as masturbating.

“What?” I insisted.

“Well a boy your age, in the bathroom, with a…” She sort of gestured towards my crotch.

“With a what?” I smirked a little.

“You know what I’m trying to say don’t you??” She asked a little annoyed.

“Yep.”

“And you’re going to make me say it aren’t you?” She looked a little amused now.

“Yep.” I said, smiling.

“With a boner.” She hushed her voice with the last word, obviously concerned someone else might hear such a torrid word.

“I get these all the time” I laughed. “I know you’ve seen me get them in my chair.”

“Well ya, you’re a teenage boy, of course you’re gonna get them, your dad used to, he’d try to hide it, which only made it more obvious!” we both laughed.

“Well ya, I get them, but I can’t control it, I honestly had no idea I had one when you came in.”

“So you weren’t masturbating?” again lowering her voice for the last word.

“Of course not… I can’t.” I felt myself blush, ashamed.

“What do you mean you can’t?” She gestured towards the erection before me, almost implying that all I had to do was reach out and grab it.

“Well I CAN, but it doesn’t do anything.”

“Really?… So if you jerked off you wouldn’t cum?” I shook my head. “What about if a woman did it for you? Or if you had sex?”

“Well I’ve never had a woman try” I said in a sort of sarcastic tone, “but the doctors said I’ll likely never have an orgasm from sex.” I looked down, this embarrassed me more than having my aunt catch me with an unexpected boner.

My aunt stood there, looking at me sitting naked in the tub, with legs that didn’t work, and an erection that did but served no purpose. I knew she felt bad for me, which made me feel worse. As the only man in the family I was a crippled little boy on a ranch, USELESS… and a teenaged boy who couldn’t even jerk off, PATHETIC. She helped me out of the tub and I got dressed, I spent the rest of the day in my chair sulking around the house. That night after everyone had already gone to bed, I was lying in mine reading, when my aunt walked in.

“Hey you’re still awake?” She asked, closing the door carefully behind her.

“Ya, Im just reading a bit.”

“Ok, I just wanted to say g’night.” She paused, clearly that’s not all she wanted to say. “Listen, about what you said earlier, about never having had a woman try… I was wondering if I could… you know, try and help you cum.” She seemed shy all of the sudden.

Aunt Carol wasn’t that old, only 30, but as my aunt I always just saw her as an adult. She always seemed grown up, and if she told us to do something, we did it. It wasn’t until now that I realized she was an adult, but not to the extent mom and dad were. She was that cool aunt who would do things for you that your parents wouldn’t approve of, like buy you alcohol, only instead of getting me beer, she wanted to give me an orgasm. Or at least try.

“Um.. Ok.” I could barely speak, my throat was suddenly dry, and I realized that I was just as nervous about this proposal. But Carol relaxed, she was probably more nervous about what my response would be, but if I was game then she seemed more confident again.

“I don’t want to brag.. Or make me seem like I was a bad girl when I was younger.. But before I started having sex I was pretty good at taking care of the boys I liked in other ways.” She sat on the bed next my legs.

I didn’t move, partly because I was nervous, but also because I was the most aroused I’d ever been. This frustrated me when, naturally, my penis never even twitched. My aunt pulled my penis out through the opening in my boxers. Of course I only knew because I was watching. It was limp, but she played with it, gently petting it, and squeezing it. Sure enough it began to swell. I glanced at her face. She was looking at the tool in her hands, and smiled when it stared to stiffen, pleased with herself. But this was the easy part.