The Veteran (closed to grdybiwife)

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Name: Adrian
Age: 32
Eyes: Blue
Hair: black, short
Height: 6’ and quite broad, even broader as a result of being in a wheelchair and using a hand bike
Occupation: Former Soldier - Medically discharged
Hobbies: Photography, cycling relatively PC knowledgeable - retraining to work in IT Support

Adrian tilted his head back, letting the lukewarm water rinse his hair and face from the body gel. He was still hot from his cycle ride in the late afternoon heat. He was training for a charity ride to cycle ~400 miles over 6 days on his hand bicycle. Until 18 months ago, Adrian was the typical soldier, on tour in Afghanistan, on his fifth major deployment after two tours in Iraq and three in Afghanistan as a signals specialist. He was on patrol, searching out for signals, jamming signals that were being used to detonate IEDs; when he was the victim of one. 45 minutes later he was at Camp Bastion, being treated by British medical personnel at what has become one of the most successful trauma hospitals ever. 36 hours later he was in a military hospital in Germany, being flown out with a fellow British casualty. He was intending to visit him at some point.

He has never walked since.

The first few months he spent most of his time either in a hospital or respite care. But as his condition improved, he returned, his parents buying a new house that would be suitable for him. Fortunately, Adrian was getting financial support and so he had both financial resources and knowledge to help fund the purchase. But he had to sell his own home in the process to help fund the purchase.

And so, he moved into his new home, assisted by his parents who lived upstairs, to allow them all to have a degree of privacy. He had a desk and a selection of computers to allow him to train in IT support.

Reaching for the shower control, he turned off the flow of water, and reached for his towel, and started to dry himself down as much as he could before he moved to his normal wheelchair, and headed out of his wet room into his bedroom, unaware that the door was ajar. But as he lived alone, he wasn't used to closing the door after himself.

And so, he sat behind his large I-Mac, and soon started to browse Facebook, the main source of social activity for him these days. Many of his friends had been very generous, and he still met with them at diners and the like, but his social life wasn't as good as it was. There was no getting away from that.

His sex life had also stopped. No one seemed to want to date a cripple he joked to himself. He wasn't sure whether people knew he could still get hard. He had only been laid twice since his injury, and then he paid for it. And some escort came and visited him whilst his parents were out. It was fun, of sorts; but it wasn’t the solution.

And so he started to catch up on some of his friends, and his sister’s friends. He saw a post from one, Miranda, and started to scroll through her comments, her statements. Moments later he was looking at some of her photos, before opening another window; and started to look at those he had saved locally. Miranda was a good friend of his sister, and had, since his accident befriend him in her own right. But that wasn't enough. He was attracted to her as a pretty female, as a fun loving person.

But she had turned him down.

But as he looked at the photos, his cock stiffened, lifting the towel off his lap. Armed with a wad of kleenex, He closed his eyes and started to stroke as he imagined Miranda touching him, kissing him, before we watched her straddle him, sliding his cock into her warm wet pussy.

He sighed as he started to thrust into her as much as he could his hands cupping, caressing her breasts.

“Fuck big boy, harder, fuck yes” she moaned into his ears.

“Fuck” he replied, before he came, coating the kleenex with his hot sticky seed. He sat there motionless, his eyes still closed, the photos of Miranda still on his large monitor, as he regained control of his breathing,

Finally, his eyes opened as he reached for the sodden Kleenex, and started to clean up glancing at the wall clock before sighing. Why did Miranda turn him down?

Just after 5 pm. His Lil sister should be back soon he thought to himself and changed into a pair of shorts and a matching singlet before heading to the kitchen.

 

[grdybiwife]

Audrey Lyon absolutely despised suburbia. The manicured yards surrounded by identical picket fences. The perfectly paved cul de sacs lined and prestine sidewalks. It all served to turn her stomach, reminding her of the life she fled as soon as she turned 18.

She was nothing of the quiet small town girl she used to be. Gone were the wire rim glasses and drab black hair. She wore contact lenses now and she changed her hair color with the seasons. Her once lanky frame had filled out as well, now she had hips to go with her long legs. Her breasts hadn't gotten much bigger but Audrey didn't mind since her modest bust allowed her to be almost perpetually braless. Her warm ivory skin seemed more striking now beneath her wild hair color and smattering of tattoos. Nothing large but any self respecting body modifier should have a little work. A string of stars behind her ear. Plumes of peacock feathers that wrapped around her hips that were only visible if she wasn't wearing pants. A pair of humming birds in flight beneath her breasts and lotus flowers on the inside of her biceps. All were of her own design and applied by the same artist, her ex-boss/boyfriend.

He wanted to settle down but Audrey wasn't ready, so she quit, packed up her stuff and hit the road. That was almost five years ago and she hadn't stopped moving since. Living out a suitcases, going from one convention to the next. Unfortunately all the traveling had unintended side effects. Audrey lost her anonymity. AD Elusive was every where. It started with the video of her tattooing the chest of a breast cancer survivor that went viral, which led to an interview in a low budget tattoo documentary which eventually became a weekly show on a cable travel network that featured her on episode three. The attention was overwhelming but she appreciated the work. The influx in income had her thinking about opening a shop of her own.

All that went out the window one early Thursday morning almost two years ago. Her mother called in hysterics and all Audrey could make out was a name. Her brother, the soldier, something had happened to him. She hadn't seen him in years but the thought of losing him hit her like a ton of bricks.

They had been close growing up. To Audrey, Adrian was a super hero even before he enlisted. Always sticking up for her at home and protecting her from the various neighborhood bullies. When she announced that she wanted to be an artist in grade school, it was Adrian who brought her first sketch pad and art kit. When their mother threatened to kick her out after the police brought her home from a underaged drinking party, it was Adrian who convinced their parents to give her a second chance. He always had her back, her biggest cheerleader. Even when he was deployed, Audrey got letters from him constantly and when he did call home, she was the one who he talked to the longest.

They drifted apart when she hit the road and Audrey kept meaning to get his address from their parents so she could send him something nice to look at in the desert. But it was too late for that now, he'd never walk again. Never be a soldier again and Audrey was a wreck with guilt that her mother didn't help. She wanted to stick around to help them get settled into the new house but her parents didn't make it easy, harassing her about getting a real job. Settling into a normal life. There was only so much of that Audrey could take before she was in the wind again.

But of course it didn't last, a few months ago her parents called her, all but begging her to come home and Audrey was certain Adrian had taken a turn for the worse. They assured her he was fine, just lonely. They were going on a much needed holiday and wanted her to come stay at the house to keep him company. They'd be gone a month and, though he was self-sufficient, they worried that he might not do so well on his own. Once she was convinced this wasn't some ploy to get her home again, Audrey agreed, but she made it clear she had very little interest in seeing them so she wouldn't come until after they were gone. In the meantime, Audrey lined up a chair to rent not too far from her hometown so she didn't have to dip into her savings.

When the day finally came, Audrey was a ball of nerves and she cursed herself for not seeking out a pot connect before she arrived. It had been years since they spent any real time together and she was afraid that Adrian may have lost his spark along with his ability to walk. The way their parents talked, Audrey wasn't sure what she might be walking into when she climbed the ramp that lead to the front door. There was a keypad lock box attached to the knob that her parents had given her the code to, inside were the keys to Adrian's place and theirs upstairs. Tentatively she opened the door, opened her mouth to announce her arrival.

That's when she heard it, the sound of skin slapping together. Her brother's pleasure filled grunts, and her face went beet red. She started to leave, thinking he might not be as lonely as their parents thought. Then she noticed the lack of response to his moans and quickly put two and two together. Audrey covered her mouth to keep from giggling as she tip toed past his room, only to catch a glimpse of her brother stark naked in his chair staring at a picture of her friend Miranda. With his back to her, all she could see was his broad shoulders moving feverishly but Audrey couldn't turn away.

Adrian had been more than her hero, he was her first crush, but she kept that last part to herself. Buried down deep where no one could find out and judge her for it. That's the real reason she stayed away for so long, the weight of that inappropriate attraction weighed on her. Adrian was the standard that she judged all men against and no one could hold a candle to him in her eyes. He was handsome, smart, and generous. The boy of every girl's dreams and no matter how old she got, Audrey couldn't shake the feelings that came up when he looked at her. Now here she was, expected to stay with him for the next few weeks, unsupervised.

She was starting to have second thoughts, but of course it was too late. And she couldn't leave him like this. If not her, she'd find somebody to take care of her big brother's sexual frustration. With that in mind, Audrey tore herself away from his bedroom door and tip toed back outside to retrieve her bags.

When she returned, Audrey made sure to make a lot of noise as she made her way inside and found Adrian fully clothed, wheeling himself into the kitchen.

"Hey big bro...your babysitter is here!"

 

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Adrian was just dressing when he heard his sister’s voice, her semi-shriek of “"Hey big bro...your babysitter is here!", he wasn’t sure whether that last comment was meant to be slightly sarcastic, tongue in cheek or not.

He was glad that she was coming to stay, to help him as well as to allow him, THEIR parents he corrected himself to have a break, and to spend time together. He was also hoping to catch up with his sister. Apart from following her on FAcebook the last few years, their friendship had sort of died away, and he wasn’t sure why? He assumed it was because of him joining the military, to be a soldier, to go and be prepared to kill in their country’s name. The fact, that she had gone ‘alternative’ had only flamed those thoughts of her angst with him being in the military.

Yet he had found her strangely alluring. In the same way that he had respect for those who wore a uniform, wearing a uniform, or being daring to look different had meant that the person wearing it had a certain self-confidence. Sure there were times he lacked that confidence, when a 6-foot tall senior warrant officer shouted at him, covering him with his phlegm. But he had dared to go to the recruiting office, to attend basic training, and to deploy more than once.

He blushed red, bright beetroot red as he heard her voice, as he was wiping the cum from his cock, his groin.

“Hi sis…” was all he could master, having forgotten her name briefly, it had been a while since he had used her name; Audrey. His voice was still hoarse from the shock of having almost being caught masturbating, and so despite his intention to shout, it barely was audible outside

Quickly he got dressed, a pair of royal blue shorts and a matching singlet, and he wheeled himself out of his room, his large broad shoulders and arms moving his wheelchair with ease, almost gliding over the cold tiled ceramic floor.

He was soon in the kitchen as he looked at her, smiling, trying not to cry. There she was, for the first t since his injury, at least that he could recall he had seen his little sis.

“Hi, Audrey…”

Suddenly, his rehearsed lines of what to say, how to react went to jack shit as he totally lost his train of thoughts, as they faced each other.

“Hi, and welcome to my abode sis…” he paused inhaling deeply. “It’s been too long, way too long.”

He sat and watched her, almost eyeing her up. She had grown, blossomed out. HE knew from the few pictures he saw of her on Facebook that was, had been the case, but seeing her stand there was still a shock, her short dyed hair, her breasts clearly loose under her top, her legs exposed.

“Cup of tea, water or a beer?” he offered, as they stood, or sat in opposites of the kitchen as if a pair of boxers sizing up their opponent.