Chapter 1

Author’s Introduction

This story is my first such attempt. It is an odd one for me to write, and it came about after a strange coincidence of reading Pan’s “When the Need Strikes” and then watching a news story about a quadriplegic right before bed. That night I had a strange dream, and the beginnings of a story that would not let me alone until I wrote it, and as I wrote, it got stranger and stranger yet. While one of the main characters is a quadriplegic, frankly I don’t think of that as an erotic element at all, but rather a necessary plot element. I do not claim any of the fetishes in the story as personally stirring for me, but, having written it, I thought I’d share. I hope you enjoy.

Julie and Jim knocked on the huge wooden doors of the classically-styled mansion, and waited. Both were dressed in their best: Julie in the dress she had worn to her high school graduation, and her brother in his best work interview suit. It took about two minutes for the door to finally open, revealing a busty woman in a French maid uniform.

“Yes? How may I help you?” asked the maid.

“We were hoping to speak with Lord DeGraves,” said Jim, masking his surprise at the brevity and revealingness of the maid’s dress.

“Susan Collins suggested we should speak with him,” added Julie, hoping that dropping the name would help.

“Perhaps Lord DeGraves will see you, in that case,” said the maid, “He did not say anything about expecting visitors today. Follow me, and I will inquire.”

Julie and Jim crossed their fingers, and then crossed the threshold, casting startled glances at the maid’s moving backside as they followed her. Well, DeGraves was supposed to be a bit kinky, not to mention weird, old, and rich...

They were ushered into a hallway and told to wait before a door. After a minute it was opened by the maid, who said “Lord DeGraves will see you now.” They entered an office to see an old man sitting behind a desk, with only a single chair before it.

“Please, both of you sit down,” said the old man. The two looked a bit confused for a moment. Then Julie shrugged and Jim sat in the chair with his sister perched a bit uncomfortably on his lap.

“Thank you, Bethany,” said DeGraves. “Please fetch some tea for our guests.”

Bethany bowed and left the room, with all eyes on her backside as she did so. Julie coughed and shifted a bit uncomfortably on Jim’s lap, and Jim looked a bit guilty as she did so. It had been an impressive backside, and a very lovely frontside, for that matter.

“Now, tell me, what brings you to my home? I understand that you said that Susan Collins referred you to me?” DeGraves asked, giving a rather lewdly measuring look at Julie.

Julie flushed a little, but said “Susan was a classmate of mine in high school, and when she heard of our situation she suggested you might be able to help. She said that you helped her and her mother become shoe models, and her father make his photography hobby pay off for them. Something about shoe catalogs and advertisements, I think. She said that ... wait, let me start over at the beginning. You see, our parents were in a car accident a little more than three years ago. It killed our father. Mother’s seat belt malfunctioned, and she was thrown through the windshield and then the car rolled over her. It tore and crushed her arms and legs, and she was left a quadriplegic. They had to amputate almost everything. She doesn’t even have stumps. The money from the settlement with the insurance and carmaker is almost gone now, and Mom is ... Mom is...”

“She still needs medical care and people to attend to her needs,” supplied Jim. “We need some kind of financial help for her. Julie’s friend said you might be able to do something, but we’d have to make some kind of deal with you?”

DeGraves sighed. “I am not a philanthropist,” he said firmly.

“We’ll do anything we have to for her!” cried Julie. Jim looked down for a moment, then nodded.

“We’re getting desperate,” he confirmed. “Mom is ... having problems emotionally, feeling like she is a burden to us, and she has asked us to help her kill herself more than once. We can’t do that, we love her. We need to find help for her!”

DeGraves looked at Jim and started to say something, then stopped. He studied Jim’s face intently for a minute, only stopping when Bethany entered the room and served the two their tea, and then left again. Jim watched her go as covertly as he could.

“Hmmm,” he said as they sipped, and regarded Julie’s face with the same deep and serious regard. “What is your last name?” he asked.

“Galwin,” said Jim. DeGraves seemed almost to flinch at the name, but the impression was subtle and fleeting.

“And your mother’s name?”

“Beverly.”

“Excuse me a moment,” said DeGraves as he stood and left the room.

Jim looked at Julie, and Julie shrugged. They waited and sipped their tea, which they noticed was sweet and flavored with some kind of spice. It was quite tasty, really, and soothing. Julie felt a bit optimistic, and relaxed a bit on Jim’s lap. She watched her brother visually examine the lord’s office. He looked more manly, somehow. She noticed that his erection from watching the maid was diminishing slightly, which made her a little less uncomfortable sitting on his lap. She didn’t like to think of her brother in a sexual way. It was just wrong. She wondered why Lord DeGraves made them sit on one chair; that was just ... weird. She’d be happy to leave once this was settled. It did not, however, occur to her to stand up for some reason. She drew comfort from having her arm around her brother’s shoulder. She sipped more of her tea, as did her brother.

A couple of minutes later, DeGraves reentered the room and sat at his desk. He looked down at his desktop with a frown, thinking.

“As I said before, I am not a philanthropist, though others have gained financially from my arrangements and contracts. I need to meet with your mother, as well, as she would be central to any arrangement we make. Can she come here, or should I go to her, since she is, ah, mobility- challenged? On second thought, I believe I should go there to meet with the three of you. I have a couple of ideas, but I wish to make some inquiries as to how I might marshal my resources. I do need to see your mother’s injuries. I would like to visit the three of you in your home, say, Wednesday night about 7:00 if that would be all right? I might have a proposition for the three of you. Because of whom and what I am, it will be ... different. I have a reputation for making rather peculiar deals with people, and it is quite deserved. This arrangement would have to be no different, although it could be mutually beneficial in some ways.”

“Well, Mom doesn’t know why we’re here, or even that we’re here, but we should be able to break it to her and at least have her ready to meet with you by then. She probably won’t be happy about it, though,” said Jim.

The three stood, and Jim gave DeGraves the address even though he hadn’t asked for it. Bethany appeared at the door and led them out into the evening’s gloaming. As they walked toward the street, Julie rolled her eyes and shook her head when she noticed that Jim had rather obviously responded to the maid’s charms again. Jim pretended not to notice that she had noticed.

“Well, that was strange,” Jim said as they walked, partly as a distraction, and partly because it had indeed been strange.

“Well, the whole French maid thing was definitely odd,” said Julie with a sly grin. “She must have been, what, nineteen or twenty, dressed in a very provocative manner, serving that lecherous old man. Did you notice that perfume?”

Jim, who hadn’t consciously registered it at the time, recalled it immediately and stiffened, both in his gate and in his pants as Bethany’s face and figure popped more firmly in his mind. “Brat!” he cried, knowing his sister was deliberately tormenting him, having fun at his expense. Julie chortled as he stopped to make adjustments. He continued, “No, I mean, I thought DeGraves was about to show us the door, and then he ... uh... looked at me, like he’d turned over a rock and discovered some strange new insect or something. He did the same thing to you. Then he changed his mind. I wonder what that was about?”

“Our name, and Mom’s name. They meant something to him. His whole attitude changed. At least he may help us now. I wonder what this arrangement’ of his is. He seemed almost ... reluctant?”

“Dunno. Maybe you should talk with your friend, Susan? I mean, it sounds like he had one with her and her family.”

“I’ll try. She and her folks are out of town working or something. They’ve gotten really busy with that shoe career,” Julie replied. “What’ll we tell Mom?”

“The truth. She’s scaring me with her depression, and I think if she knows that we may have a benefactor helping with money and support, she may cheer up some, or at least not be quite so down. There’s hope again, at least!”

Julie nodded and they left their musings about DeGraves behind them, walking with their heads down as their worries over their mother reclaimed their full attention.

Beverly Galwin glared at her children. “I can’t believe you did that! I am so humiliated! To invite a stranger into my home to gawk at me in my condition!”

“No, Mom. It’s different than that! Lord DeGraves will help. He’s fantastically rich, and he’s helped people out. I talked to my friend, Susan, remember her? She told me a bit about him and how he helped her family find their dream jobs! He said he had an idea or two, and he’s just coming here to talk about them!”

“I will NOT take charity, Julie!”

“He said he’s not a philanthropist, Mom, I don’t think he’s offering charity.”

Beverly Galwin turned her face away, and Julie retreated to the hallway.

“So did you get in touch with Susan again?” asked Jim in a low voice, so they couldn’t be overheard.

“No. They’re out of town. I left a message on her phone, but she hasn’t gotten back to me,” Julie replied.

“Well, he should be here any minute, I guess it’s too late now!” said Jim, then turned as a knock sounded at the front door. He walked the few feet to open it to Lord DeGraves. “Please come in, sir! Be welcome in our humble home!”

DeGraves nodded, and crossed the threshold into the Galwin home. In his own home, DeGraves had seemed taller; now, he seemed smaller somehow. His shadow, however, seemed large in the light of the setting sun, and it seemed to chill Jim a bit as it fell across him. Jim had a fleeting impression that it filled the house. “Thank you for your courteous words, young man. Few today remember such manners. My driver will wait in the car.” Jim glanced out to the street as DeGraves passed him, to see a limousine with a lovely young lady chauffeur in the driver’s seat. Jim stifled a shake of his head in wonder another one!, he thought.

“Shall we get started, then?” asked DeGraves, looking about.

“Yes, sir. This way sir.” He walked down the short hallway to knock on his mother’s door. “Mother, Lord DeGraves is here.” Julie opened the door to the bedroom, and DeGraves entered.

“Beverly Galwin, my name is Mason DeGraves. It appears we are distantly related, on your father’s side. I am sorry to learn of the tragic loss of your husband, and of your own injuries.”

Beverly Galwin sat propped in her bed. She raised an eyebrow, and said, “I am sorry that my children disturbed you, Lord DeGraves. I wish to inform you that I am not looking for charity, even from family.”

Surprisingly, DeGraves gave a bark of laughter. “Of course you aren’t, my dear! There it is, the Sutherland pride, as strong as ever! Did you know our family goes back to the Plantagenets? Henry, Eleanor, their unfortunate children, all had too much pride and ambition. It goes back further than that, of course, but they were such icons of the pride that runs in our family! No,” he said, his smile disappearing, “I am certain that were I to offer charity you would curse me and throw me from your house! I am not, as I told your children, a philanthropist. I come with an offer, a business arrangement. It will allow you to find a higher purpose for your life, one which you can take pride in, for it is almost uniquely you who could provide the services needed.”

“You are the only living daughter, besides Julie, of course, in a long bloodline of firstborn males in the Sutherland line. You possess genes which make what you could contribute special. That contribution could well make for some truly impressive changes in the world. In return, I can make your short term much more comfortable, as I am certain you are mortally sick of lying in bed and using bedpans, relying on your daughter and son to keep you clean and so on. In the long term, upon the completion of our deal, you would be fitted with the very latest in prosthetics, allowing you more mobility inside and outside of your home, and the ability to use arms and hands, of a type. They might resemble those of a mannequin, but such appearances will no doubt change and become more aesthetic with the technological advances in the field that are happening each year. You and your children would also each be paid two million dollars, each, with the taxes prepaid upon that income.”

“As I said, your genetics makes this offer possible. Under other circumstances, I would have turned your children down flat, or maybe suggested that they keep an eye on the paper for advertisements for one of my more usual experiments or wagers, and to apply for one that they matched. But in this case, I can offer you a role with real meaning, a chance to better none other than the royal family of Great Britain. It is not charity at all, but honest recompense for something that is much-needed.”

Beverly Galwin’s jaw had dropped as he was talking, as had her children’s. She fixed Lord Mason DeGraves with a stare. “I knew of my ancestry, but what exactly is this contribution’ I can offer to the royal family?”

“Breast milk,” said DeGraves, simply. “Breast milk for the royal heirs. A very special breast milk indeed.”

“Breast m...” echoed Beverly.

Her two children just gulped.

“Yes, breast milk. Yours.”

“Is there a prob ... I mean ... isn’t ... but...”

“As I have tried to explain, yours, because of your genetics, is special. I cannot go into the medical history of the royal family. That will, I’m afraid, remain an unimportant mystery. What matters is that you can make a unique contribution to a family which influences and benefits the entire world, and that they will be grateful, even if this goes unspoken and unacknowledged.”

“But I can’t ... I’m not ... I mean I haven’t lactated since Julie was an infant!”

“That is not a problem. Lactation can be induced in most women of childbearing age. You will be provided with equipment and supplements made from certain rare herbal compounds that will induce lactation and allow the milk to be collected quite easily. My engineers will also set up a system which will allow you to be far more comfortable and mobile within your home, and even allow you to, ah, freshen up, more or less by yourself. It will be easier for your caretakers, your children feed you and assist you to move and use the pumps required much more easily. Rather a bit like wearing a stage-production Peter Pan harness, in fact, but with a bit less swooping and drama. Heh. Ahem. In the meantime, your customized prosthetics would be manufactured, and after the completion of the contract, fitted and a degree of neural linkage between them and you would be set up, allowing you even more freedom. You would still need dedicated caretakers, but caring for you would be a very great deal less onerous.”

“This is all so strange ... I mean, I knew about our family tree, but ... we’re not even related in any way to the current royal family! Why would they need my genes... ?”

“Yes, well, while the genetics are important, they aren’t quite so important in that way. Think of it as a preciously rare and fine wine, produced exclusively in small batches, as opposed to a wine you can pick up in your local liquor store, or even in the finest of vintage suppliers. A great deal of the allure is the cachet, the prestige, of having milk from the breast of one with direct lineage to the Plantagenets, as close as one can get to feeding a babe from the breast of Eleanor of Aquitaine! There are some actual physical benefits to your particular breast milk, genetically speaking, and the tea you will all drink will naturally strengthen those, but frankly, the primary allure for the royals will be the ancestry. Their children will, indeed, be stronger and healthier for drinking your milk, and they will be made aware of this. They will not be disappointed, by any means, with what you provide! Consider for a moment, how long-lived and healthy your ancestors have been.”

“Well, many have lived to over a hundred, but...”

“Part of the reason for those long lives were the sources of the early nourishment of those ancestors, in addition to excellent genetic stocks for longevity. As I said, the royal family will have absolutely no complaints. Quite the opposite, I assure you.”

“Well, my mother used to lecture me about family duties, and sisters nursing their brothers’ children, and other things ... I thought it was nonsense when I grew up! Of course, I never had a brother, so ... This is so strange!” Beverly Galwin thought for a minute in silence. “Well. I could do this, I guess. And poor Julie and Jim won’t have to lift me onto and off of bedpans anymore? I can use a toilet again without them having to carry me and hold me on and ... Oh, God, I would be so grateful for that! And all I’d have to do is be pumped for breast-milk every so often? I’m willing. What do you think, kids?”

“Wait, let’s not go so fast, here. There are some things that are also required with this,” said DeGraves. “Are any of you in a romantic or sexual relationship with anyone?”

Julie and Jim looked at the floor. “No, sir. We spend all our time taking care of Mom,” said Julie. Jim shook his head. “I pretty much only get out to apply for jobs and shop for what we need, go to the bank, deal with the lawyers and insurance people and stuff. Taking care of Mom, well, it’s, you know, girls say “Oh, that’s so sweet that you do that!” but they all seem to have reasons not to get involved, you know? The last girlfriend I had was when I was fifteen, before the accident.”

DeGraves sighed. “Good. Well, for our purposes, anyway. I’m afraid that during the contracted arrangement, three months, none of you can have contact, especially sexual contact, with anyone outside. You must stay here. All your food and supply needs will be delivered. There will be special filtration systems for air and water. You’ll have telephone, internet, cable television, and each other, so you won’t go mad with boredom! But once the modifications are made here and you’re back in your home, you can’t leave or have outside contact except with me or my people. To do so will invalidate the arrangement, and you won’t get the money or the prosthetics for your mother. There will be a security detail posted outside the house to deal with any concerns that might crop up.”

He looked each in the eye as he went on, “This is very, very serious, now. I told you: my arrangements are different, and often quite peculiar. There will be temptations and restrictions. It will likely be a struggle to complete. This one, being for family, is the least peculiar as I can make it. Do we have an agreement?”

Six million dollars, a setup for the home for their and their mother’s comfort, and the possibility that their mother might be able to walk out in the sun, go see a movie or symphony again, and to use some type of “hands” again was simply too good a deal. Their mother seemed stronger and more hopeful, and a look of dignity on her face again. The children signed their contracts, their mother gave a taped acceptance of the terms of the contract.

“Very well,” said DeGraves. “I will have a crew of engineers here tomorrow to take measurements and plan for the quarantine and movement modifications. They will install a new toilet and bidet system and the filtration systems we talked about, and an airlock system. There will be changes made to your home beginning on Friday, when you and your mother will be transported to a medical facility for testing and measurements for your mother’s prosthetics, and trained in the collection of the milk specimens and so on. My driver will pick you up Friday morning and take you to the facility. Do you have a wheelchair for your mother?”

“Yes, sir,” said Jim, nodding to the folded up chair in the corner.

“Excellent,” said DeGraves as he turned to go, then he paused. “One last thing,” he said, “do not, under any circumstances, try the milk. Consider it so rare and precious that not a drop can be lost. All right?”

The three Galwins nodded their heads. The idea hadn’t even crossed their minds.

The next several days passed quickly. As promised, a team of workmen showed up and measured virtually everything about the house. While they were working, DeGraves’ chauffeur arrived and assisted Ms. Galwin and the children into the limousine. As she was getting into the driver’s seat, Beverly looked at Julie with raised eyebrows, clearly taken aback by the busty chauffeur’s short and revealing uniform. Julie nodded and shrugged. Jim was determinedly looking anywhere but at the chauffeur or at his relatives. Julie nodded at him and smirked. His mother suppressed a smile.

The ride to a medical center building was quiet and uneventful, with only some light classical music playing in the background. The chauffeur pulled the limo down into a parking garage, then up to a small air-conditioned foyer with two elevators. She stepped out, retrieved the wheelchair from the trunk, and again assisted the children in getting Beverly situated within it, and wheeled her to the elevator on the left. She removed a key and inserted it into the slot where a call button would normally be located. Moments later, the doors opened, and she wheeled Beverly in. As Jim passed her, she covertly pinched his butt. Nothing showed on her face but the same polite smile she’d been wearing since she had shown up as he turned around and glanced at her. She then pressed the single floor button then held down the “door open” button and addressed the group. “I will return and take you all home when the doctors finish their testing and procedures. The work on adapting your home should be completed at that time. If you need anything, like if you want books or magazines, let the nurses know and they’ll take care of it for you - I hear it can be a bit boring here.” She winked, and stepped backward out of the elevator and the doors closed.

“O-kay,” said Beverly, as the elevator began its descent. “I feel kind of like we’ve stepped into a dream or something. I hope we don’t regret this!”

“Don’t worry, Mom! It’s going to turn out great!” said Julie. She glanced at her brother behind her mother’s back for reassurance, but then smirked again as she noticed Jim was straightening things out in his pants yet again. Jim looked at her and rolled his eyes. Why did DeGraves have to have servants who were such knockouts? He faced the doors as they slid apart, revealing a doctor in a white coat waiting to greet them.

“Welcome!” smiled Dr. Peter Cole, “Please come in!”

The Galwin family walked and wheeled out of the elevator. Jim glanced back and saw that there wasn’t a keyhole, just a regular elevator call button on the panel. He suddenly realized he’d been feeling like this might be a trap of some kind, and breathed easier.

“I’m Dr. Cole, and I’ll be leading the team, and I’ll be taking your mom’s measurements for her prostheses. Congratulations, Ms. Galwin! The prostheses you’re going to be measured for are absolutely cutting edge! When everything is said and done, you may very well be able to use your new arms and legs much like natural arms and legs! We’ve developed a way to tie into the nerves that control the muscles, and we have feelback that will allow you to feel how hard you grip. We haven’t figured out the receptors for sensation, yet, but in a few years we may very well be able to upgrade you for that. Now, we won’t exactly be turning you into the bionic woman! The motors aren’t strong enough to allow you to run 60 miles per hour and the batteries that run them and the processors need to be recharged after about six hours, but really, we’ve come so far ... I apologize, I get a bit carried away,” he said as a nurse walking up behind him openly giggled at his enthusiasm. “We’ve got a few days to acquaint you with all the details. Let me take you to your room, Ms. Galwin, and then we’ll show your children to their rooms.” Julie, who had been blushing slightly, felt her blush deepen.

The nurse stepped behind Beverly’s chair and steered it toward a nearby hall lined with doors. Dr. Cole continued, “This is Julie, your nurse, she works a twelve hour shift and then will be replaced by Martha. Anything you need, or if you have any questions, they’ll respond to your call.”

“Julie! That will be easy to remember! My daughter’s name is Julie!”

“Pleased to meet you all,” said Nurse Julie. She smiled, and her smiled lingered for just a moment longer on Jim. “And your son’s name is James and you are Beverly, is that right?” she asked.

“Yes,” and “Jim,” said Beverly and Jim at the same time. Jim found himself blushing a bit himself. Another goddess! he thought.

“Well, we’ll get you comfortable, in your room here,” said Nurse Julie, and stopped at the first door on the right side of the hallway. Your children will be in the next two rooms.” Dr. Cole opened the door and swept them into the room. Nurse Julie wound up standing next to Jim, who noticed that her perfume smelled familiar - just like Bethany’s! Bethany’s image flashed in his mind, and his erection stiffened further. Once again, he strove to make adjustments without getting noticed. Fortunately, his sister seemed to have eyes only for Dr. Cole. He glanced at his mom, who was checking out the room, and then Nurse Julie - busted! He blushed crimson and glanced down. When he looked back up, it was into a gorgeous smile.

Nurse Julie continued, “Now, the room is set up for voice command, so if you need me or Martha, just call out our name and the intercom will alert us. You can control the television and lighting by voice command, too. Dim the lights, turn them off, change channels and volume, all by speech. We’ve got a sling and harness to assist in getting you into and out of bed. It is less complex than the one I understand you are having installed in your home, but you’ll notice that over here is a toilet-slash-bidet that the harness will reach, so you won’t have to worry about bedpans. Now, if you’ll give us a minute, we’ll show Jim and Julie to their rooms, and then we’ll be back to take you for your first set of measurements.”

Dr. Cole smiled, “Come on, let’s get you two settled in.” and waved toward the door. The four of them walked out, and Cole and Julie stopped at the first door while the nurse and Jim went to the second.

Dr. Cole smiled at Julie, as they entered her room. He said, “It’s basically your standard hospital room, though the bed is much more comfy. The shower and toilet are behind that door, the sink is right here, and the controls for the television and nurse call button are right here. There’s a table over there that slides under the bed so you can work or eat. There’s a PC computer over there, so you can play some games or whatever. And the sofa over there is fairly comfortable, too. Light switches behind the bed and at the doorway; your mom got all the neat voice-controlled stuff, I’m afraid. Oh! There’s shampoo, soap, lotion, toothbrush and toothpaste, and baby powder and so on over by the sink. Any questions or concerns? I promise, we’ll take great care of your mom, and make you and your brother as comfortable as we can during your stay!”

She had only been halfway listening, and as she was far more focused on Dr. Cole’s face and body. Wow, she thought, he is incredibly handsome! I’d like to examine him in detail! He’s got a nice butt! I wonder what’s under that coat. And shirt. And pants... Julie blinked as Cole finished his speech, and said, “No, I don’t think so, we should be good, thank you, Dr. Cole.”

“Well, Julie should be finishing up with your brother, and we need to get your mom over to start with the measurements. I’m sure I’ll see you later!” He smiled again, and left.

In Jim’s room, Nurse Julie was going through the same speech, but Jim kept smelling her perfume, and watching her breasts and legs as she showed him the room. He was gazing into her heart-stopping smile as she finished up, and completely missed his cue. Her smile widened as he realized she was waiting for him to respond, “No, thanks, um, Julie!” She touched his arm and smiled as she passed him, and he inhaled deeply.

After she had gone, he went to the sink and grabbed the lotion and stepped into the bathroom. His erection was throbbing like mad, and oh, dear God that felt good! He stroked for a minute, Nurse Julie’s face and body in his imagination. It had been a while since the last time. He realized he was groaning when he heard his door open. He was ejaculating as he heard his sister call out “Jim?”

“Just a second! Just a minute! I’ll be out in a minute!” he called back, still mid-orgasm. Holy shit, that was a load! he thought as it ebbed. He grabbed the toilet paper and scrambled to clean up. After a moment, he straightened up, flushed, and promptly slid in a puddle where he’d missed an errant shot. He walked out, trying to maintain a sense of dignity, but lost the battle as he saw his sister sitting on the bed laughing. She sniffed the air, and said, “Uh-huh! I smell that perfume and cum! Had to take care of something, huh?”

Jim blushed furiously. “Look, it’s been a long while building up, and Julie is gorgeous, and that perfume just...”

“Why, thank you kind sir! I didn’t know you felt that way about me!” she ribbed.

“Argh! You know what I meant!”

“I do know! Dr. Cole is as handsome as the nurse is pretty. Do all of DeGraves’ employees look this good, or do we just not get out enough? At least DeGraves is completely unattractive, so we haven’t gone crazy or anything.” She whispered, “I think he’s a perverted old man. He kind of scared me at first. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat and he was a ravenous dog the first time we saw him, but now he just seems, I dunno, sad but all business.”

“Yeah. It still seems odd how everything changed when he found out we were related to him. I get the feeling like he’d rather we weren’t, like he’s obliged to help, but reluctant. It doesn’t seem like the money is outside of whatever he usually does for people, though. I don’t know, I’m just happy he can help mom! God, she’ll be able to walk around! To go out to dinner and feed herself! She’ll be so much more independent! And two million dollars each! As weird as he is, bless him, bless him, bless him!”

Julie nodded in agreement, but was thinking of going back to her room to take care of a need of her own. She checked the door and noticed it had a lock. She wondered how long her mother would be gone, and how long it was before dinner. Probably an hour or so, certainly long enough to take care of her ... moisture problem. She reminded herself to be quieter than Jim had been! Peter, the doctor’s name was Peter. She wondered what his peter looked like, would feel like...

“Well, I think I’m going to have a nap and then watch some TV.” she said, blushing a little, and got up to leave.

Jim cocked an eyebrow at her and said, “Sure! See you later.” as she left.

The next couple of days were kind of boring - the meals were delicious, and with breakfast they each got a cup of the tea that DeGraves had served them at his home. Jim and Julie were trained in using the harness system, and assisted their mother in moving about. Beverly began to get used to it as well, and actually enjoyed the greater freedom it offered, even if she could only wear a hospital gown while in it. The three were shown the breast pumps, and Jim and Julie were taught to use them on a mannequin with breasts that would actually produce liquid for the pumps. The nurse would wheel Beverly to a lab, where nerves were found with sensitive electronics, and then surgeries were performed where titanium sockets were implanted in her shoulders and pelvis. The surgeries were painful, and she spent several days recovering with pain meds. Beverly, no stranger to surgeries and pain medications, was surprised how quickly she recovered and healed.

During these times when they had nothing else to do, Julie and Jim found themselves at loose ends. With nothing else to do, and finding themselves a bit randy, they spent some of that time masturbating. Since it was a lot of free time, they did it several times each day. Julie had kind of fixated on Peter Cole, the attractive doctor, and Jim was regularly masturbating with Nurse Julie’s charms in mind. Neither realized that the walls were a bit thin between the rooms, which led to Julie hearing Jim calling “Julie, oh god, Julie! That feels so good! Yes! Ah ... ahhh ... ahhhhhhh!” which both amused her a great deal, and disturbed her a bit. Jim heard his sister, in turn, moaning and saying “Peter ... cock ... yes, there! Make me ... make me ... CUM!” and so on. Both siblings were too embarrassed to mention what they heard to the other, and somehow it never occurred to them that if they could hear the other, perhaps they were being heard. It just felt so good! Better than ever, as a matter of fact. It also didn’t occur to them that they were doing it more frequently than ever in their previous lives. And the days passed.

Soon, Beverly was due to be discharged to continue her recovery at home - her pain had diminished greatly, the danger of infection had passed, the implants were taking well, and all that remained was to wait until the bones grew around them to anchor them permanently. They were to go home to see the improvements to the house and begin fulfilling their “arrangement” with DeGraves.

Just before they were to leave, Beverly was given an injection.

“This will cause you to begin lactating soon,” said Nurse Julie as she pulled the needle from her arm. “Your breasts will begin swelling, you will experience some hormonal mood swings, although they shouldn’t be too bad, and with regular use of the breast pump, you should notice colostrum begin to come from your nipples for the first few days when lactation starts, then you should see the milk supply come in. We want you to use the breast pump four times a day every six hours for about ten minutes each time to help start lactation.”

She continued, “Also important is skin-to-skin contact with your children. They should touch you, and look at your face and in your eyes, often. This should help you, as well as your children. You are going to be experiencing some enhancements to your feelings of motherhood, and you will need that in order to prevent feelings of neglect, rejection, and depression.”

Nurse Julie glanced at her paperwork, and continued, “I understand that you will be receiving supplements as well as a healthy diet to help support you nutritionally during your period of lactation, and that’s important for both you and the quality of the milk. Don’t skimp! Your system will be in overdrive for a while, and you can easily use more nutrition than you take in, so eat healthy! Last, contact us immediately if you notice any infections of your breast tissue or any other health problems! Okay? We’ve told all this to your children, too, so they should be keeping a close eye on you.” There was a chime.

“Now, I just heard the elevator, so your ride must be here! Ready to go?”

“I’m really ready to go home, now. Thanks for all your care, Julie!” replied Beverly as Nurse Julie wheeled her out.

It was Bethany, dressed just a bit more conservatively than her French maid uniform - but just a little bit more - who met them at the elevator. Jim’s eyes bugged for a moment, and he turned back and called over his shoulder, “Be right back!” as he scuttled back to his room. He reappeared a moment later, pants adjusted, but obviously erect again. Julie rolled her eyes, while Bethany pretended not to notice. Jim rejoined them just as his mother was wheeled up by Nurse Julie. Beverly, who was at eye-level with Jim’s crotch, subtly cocked an eyebrow, but that vanished as she turned her head to Bethany.

“Hello! Are you taking us back home now?”

“I am indeed,” Bethany smiled at Beverly. “We’ve got all your bags stored in the trunk of the limo! Ready when you are!”

The three Galwins said their goodbyes to Nurse Julie and thanked her for her help. Nurse Julie waived the thanks away, and said, “Remember, any sign of infection anywhere and give us a call! We’ll have someone out to treat you immediately!”

The elevator door opened, and Bethany wheeled Beverly in, and then the kids boarded. Julie glanced at Jim as the doors closed, and saw his face turn from smiling to slightly pained. He fidgeted a bit, and faced straight ahead with a determined look. Julie would have laughed, but noticed that she, herself, was a bit aroused. Her face took on a thoughtful look, which lasted until they’d gotten her mom in the limo and climbed in. She looked forward to see Bethany looking at her, and give a very slight nod.

The trip home was uneventful, with Beverly and the kids answering polite questions about their stay and Beverly’s condition. The pulled up in the front of the home, and again unloaded the wheelchair and lifted their mother into it. As Jim began to wheel her to the door, Bethany said to Julie, “I’d like to take a few moments of your time, if you don’t mind.” She opened up the front door of the limo, and Julie climbed in. Bethany went to the driver’s side and climbed in herself. Julie again felt a surge of arousal, which confused her.

“I’ve got some important things to say to you, and I hope you’ll at least tell your brother, maybe your mother, but no one else. It’s about Mason, Lord DeGraves. Mason’s help comes with a price. There are ... forces ... that surround Mason. For one thing, he is very old. He told you that you were related, and you are. He’s your several-times-great grandfather. When he was young, he actually looked a lot like Jim. I’ve seen a painting of him as a young man. The resemblance is really quite striking. Anyway, the forces that surround him are ... well, sexual. You may have noticed that your sex drive is higher these days, yes? It is for your brother, as well, which is why he isn’t here - I don’t think he would be able to get his mind out of his pants long enough to listen. Virtually all the people who come to Mason get ... changed in kind of perverse ways. He can’t talk about it, but I’ve been around long enough to see things, and I pay attention.”

“Mason both wanted to help you because you’re family, and didn’t want to help you because of the price his help comes with. He doesn’t want it to screw you all up. People often think it’s the tea that we always serve that does it, like he slips them a mickey or something, but it actually inhibits the sex drive. That’s why you’ve been getting it every day. Without it, you would have been sex-crazed by now instead of just horny. You, your brother, and your mother have got to keep drinking it every day! You see, because you are Mason’s family, the whatever-it-is affects you much more strongly. The tea is your hope of coming out the other side of this less ... changed.”

Julie sat, stunned.

“You and your brother are going to be taking care of your mother in some extremely intimate ways, more intimate than the usual keeping her clean and so on, what with breast-pumping, increased touching and all. You’re going to become very close, and it is very likely that some lines will be crossed. All three of you are going to be very horny for the duration. I’ve brought some things for you to use on your mom because she will need them, but try very hard to keep a ... distance about it.”

“You’re going to be a bit shocked when you get in the house - there have been some serious changes. I bought some Playboys for your brother, and they’re near his bed. There are Playgirls for you, too - you’re straight now, right? Thought so. Try hard to take care of your own needs, and make your brother take care of his own. It will be a long three months, but there is an end, and with that end can come some most unpleasant regrets if you let yourself get carried away. It is possible to make it without destroying your self-esteem and self-respect, and without looking at your family with shame.”

Julie made a befuddled gesture at Bethany. “How is it you’re ... I mean...”

Bethany laughed. “Oh, I’m a natural pervert! I was long before I met Mason! It’s one of the reasons he ... likes me, and keeps me around. And I just love the fun and games!”

“Oh. Er...”

Bethany sobered. “Look, here’s the most important part. Do not drink any of your mother’s milk. Not even a drop. I cannot emphasize that enough. It gets treated before it is sent to anyone. Untreated, it would be like not drinking the tea, but more powerful.” Bethany paused. “I don’t know if it’s chemical or ... nevermind. Just don’t do it, and don’t let your mom or Jim do it. You got that?”

Julie nodded.

“Really, I know this is a lot to absorb but I’m sure you’re already feeling the effects, so I know there’s at least a chance you’ll believe me, and I know Mason wants you warned. And I know he wishes he could do it himself, but he has ... limitations. Let’s go in, now.”

Julie and Bethany walked into the house and were greeted by silence. Jim and Beverly were looking at the changes in pure shock. First, there were a lot fewer walls. The rooms in the house had been small, and there had not been room for the large harness supports and motorized arms that had been installed. The kitchen had been expanded and upgraded, and obviously stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables, and other staples. The refrigerator was enormous, with clear glass doors showing that it, too, was fully stocked. It was beautiful. The living room was large as well, with an enormous television and electronics, coffee table, and a comfy-looking couch. The harness arms allowed for it to extend comfortably over the couch. On the other side of the living room, and open to it, was their mother’s new bed. Close beside it was a bidet/toilet, and a complicated looking shower in a somewhat curtained off area above a shallow vinyl basin and drain. An open-design closet held some clothing for her, mostly robes, but of fine fabrics and design. Just behind the couch were two desks with computers and accessories, and two twin beds with a partition between them. The bathroom was the only room with walls and a door. Through that door they could see that it was finely decorated and luxurious. The floors were tile or vinyl, everywhere. There was no carpet.

“Uh, walls. Um, privacy. What... ?” stuttered Jim.

“This is just for the time being,” said DeGraves as he walked through the front door. “You are going to be spending all of your time taking care of your mother. This is your full-time job for the next three months. You’ll be helping your mother pump, cleaning, cooking and so on in whatever shifts you two work out. You of course have entertainment and study areas, but you will always be within earshot of your mother. You should find that this layout makes taking care of her a very great deal easier. I am sorry about your bedroom walls, and we do have all your belongings in storage for you. We can restore the house, if you wish, after the three month period, or I will purchase it from you and move you into whatever home you purchase with your millions. Much of the house will respond to voice commands, much like the hospital room you had, Ms. Galwin. You can control lights, television, appliances, shower, toilet, bidet and so on, but most importantly, you can move in the harness with voice commands. Your children will still have to cook and clean, feed and wash you, as well as help you pump, though. But all that should be much easier and faster now.”

“The pump station is beside the bed, and Jim and Julie have been trained in how to use it. It will freeze and store the milk as it is pumped. We will deliver food and supplies twice a week, and switch out the milk canisters at that time. Food and supply packages will arrive through the pantry in the kitchen, and the pumping station milk canisters are accessible through a panel outside the house. Your privacy inside the house won’t be disturbed.”

“Why is it so warm in here?” asked Julie.

“For your mother’s comfort, and for ease in pumping. We have comfortable robes to cover up with, and they are easily opened while inside the harness when it comes time to pump. There are robes in your bed areas for you, as well. The temperature is voice controlled, but this is the “normal” setting for it. I suspect that your mother will find it the most comfortable. The telephone is a speakerphone, and is also voice controlled; you can easily call the doctor or nurse if there are any difficulties. You can also easily reach Bethany, who is almost always near me, should the need arise.”

He walked over and picked up the harness, and suggested, “Shall we make sure this is perfectly comfortable for you, Ms. Galwin?”

Jim wheeled her over, and he and Julie worked to secure her in it. Once she was in, DeGraves said “Harness, up one foot.” and Beverly rose a foot above the seat of the chair

“Wow, that’s pretty good!” she said. “It’s not pinching, and I feel supported perfectly!”

DeGraves moved the chair out of the way and said, “Harness, backward 90 degrees.”

Beverly rotated in place so that she was on her back.

“Harness, forward 180 degrees.”|

She rotated so that she was face down.

“Still okay?”

“Yes, marvelous!”

“Harness, move to bed”

Beverly again rotated and moved to just above the bed, rotated to her back, and was gently lowered to the bed’s surface.

“Oh, my! This is so comfortable!” cried Beverly with excitement.

“Now you try it! Have it move you to the toilet.”

“Harness, move to toilet.” she said.

Again, she was lifted gently off the bed, swung gently around, rotated and placed delicately on the toilet.

“How about the couch?” DeGraves asked.

“Harness, move to couch!”

Beverly was gently lifted and carried to the end of the couch, in front of the television.

“I can’t believe how comfortable it is!” said Beverly. It’s perfectly balanced, perfectly shaped to me, the straps don’t hurt at all! This is so wonderful!”

DeGraves smiled at her. And it wasn’t his creepy smile at all, Julie thought. He looked happy for her.

“Well, I must be going soon. Do you have any questions or is there anything you need, before I leave? The house can tell you where everything is, and even supply recipes and cooking suggestions, if you wish. There’s a huge library of videotape movies and content in the cabinets near the television, and the VCR is just under the TV, and of course you have cable TV, too. Oh, and the house computer will give you reminders about pumping and food and supplements and so on.”

“This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” said Jim. “It’s like living in a science fiction movie!”

“Thank you, Lord DeGraves, for everything. When we came to you, we had no idea...” said Julie.

“That’s all right, dear. You are family. I wish ... well, nevermind. It is time to go before I disgrace myself with tears. I am glad I could help.” said DeGraves with a crooked gentle smile.

Julie turned to Bethany, who was looking at DeGraves with a subtly sad smile on her face.

“And thank you, Bethany, for ... um, everything!” said Julie.

“My pleasure. Remember what I said!”

DeGraves and his assistant left, closing the door softly behind them. There was the sound of a clunk as the latch closed.

“I’ll be back in a couple of minutes,” said Jim. “Gotta go!” and he moved quickly toward the bathroom.

“Television on,” said Beverly from the couch.

Julie, thinking that she had to talk to her brother about her conversation with Bethany as soon as possible, went to her bed to locate a Playgirl. She, too, had something that needed her attention. Damn it, I’m straight! she thought. How could Bethany have gotten her hot?

Fifteen minutes and two very quiet, jaw-clenched, pillow-chomping orgasms later, Julie saw Jim walk out of the bathroom. Her mom was still watching some show on the tube. Julie waved at Jim and they retreated to a corner near his computer. In a low voice, Julie told Jim what Bethany had told her.

“Holy crap! I knew I was a lot hornier than usual! Oh, Julie, have we totally screwed ourselves? I mean, we’re going to be half-naked all the time, horny, and have no privacy! And she gave you toys to use on Mom to her when the hornies hit her? You’re going to masturbate Mom?”

“No! I just have to position the things on her - there’s a strap with a vibrator and remote control in the bag. I’m not going to do anything with her! I’m not a lesbian, and I’m not into incest! We’re just going to have to accept that each of us is going to have to take care of our own needs, and we may ... um, know about it. Hear each other, I guess.”

“Yeah, well, I just bit a washcloth in two in there, and I damn near broke my teeth trying to keep quiet. I mean, it felt ... I’m scared, Julie! I mean, if we’re hearing each other cum! Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m getting hard again! This is sick, Jules! Sick!”

“Remember where we were. Remember what Mom was like. Remember how afraid for her we were. Remember how afraid for us we were. No money, no options, almost no hope. Did you see Mom earlier! She has hope again! We’re not going to lose our home. She doesn’t have to use a bedpan, and we don’t have to wipe her ass. She’ll have arms and legs again in three months! We can’t sacrifice all this because we’re scared of being horny. I mean, I’ve heard you orgasm since you turned fourteen and it hasn’t reduced me to ... whatever. And besides, I don’t think we can get out of it now.”

“Maybe it’s the tea, maybe they drugged us and it’s doing this to us!”

“No! Bethany said that the tea was helping us. I think if we stop it, we’re going to go crazy, go fuck neighbors, strangers, anyone, and blow the deal. We’ve got to follow through on this!”

“What if we...” Jim started to say when a bell chime interrupted him. “Scheduled pump time.” said the computer voice of the house.

“Ok, here we go, we’re on,” said Julie.

The two went into the living room where their mother sat. “Well, I guess it’s time to start this project,” Beverly said with a crooked smile on her face.

“Let’s get you into a robe, first,” said Julie.

Her mother directed the harness to the bed while Julie picked out a robe, a pink one with a floral pattern she thought her mom would like. It was the length of a babydoll with a silky smooth texture, and it opened down the front. They got their mother out of the clothes she’d been wearing, dressed her in the robe, and put the harness on over it. The robe simply wouldn’t work over the harness as the wires which allowed her to rotate and move were interfered with that way. They went to the pumping station, opened her robe, then fitted the cups over her B-cup sized breasts. Jim switched on the pump and Beverly gasped. “Whoa! Well, that feels strange! Wow, that really does suck, um, my nipples, it doesn’t hurt or anything,” she said at the concerned look on her children’s faces. “It’s just, um, been a while since they’ve been used for anything,” she said with an embarrassed lop-sided grin.

They waited and watched an LED countdown timer until it reached zero and the pump switched itself off. They took the cups off and Julie rubbed her mother’s breasts with a lotion for a minute. “Thank you, Julie, that feels better,” Beverly said as Julie straightened the robe

The bell chimed again, and the computer’s voice said, “Time for a snack. Please serve a bottled smoothie from the refrigerator.”

Jim went to the fridge and took out one of the bottles, shook it, and opened it. He grabbed a straw from jar on the counter and took both over to his mom. They went to the couch, and he held the straw to his mother’s lips. She tasted it, and her eyebrows shot up. “That’s really quite good!” she said and took another sip. Jim looked into his mother’s face as she drank, and she looked back and grinned.

“Um, mom, I’m a bit worried about the lack of privacy now,” he said, and she chuckled as she finished the drink. “Welcome to my world, my son!” she said. “I have had no privacy at all since the accident! Everyone has known everything I do! There isn’t a single part of my body that you and your sister and countless nurses and doctors haven’t seen, touched, poked, prodded, and cleaned. I have absolutely no secrets from you. I’ve had to live with everyone being intimately acquainted with all of my biological functions. Someone always has to be with me. You’ll get used to it, I had to! And what are you really worried about? That I’ll hear you choking your chicken? Son, I’ve got news - the walls in this house were very thin before they got removed. I’ve heard you masturbating since you were fourteen. Have I ever razzed you about it?”

Jim looked despairingly toward the ceiling. “Does everyone know every time I’ve masturbated and kept freaking notes?”

Beverly looked at Julie, who shrugged. “I told him the same thing.”

Beverly laughed, and said, “Look, you two are young. Back in the old days, entire families lived in just one room. This is what happens. It is normal. I won’t giggle, or mock you about it. It’s a natural part of life. Just ... pretend there are walls. We all will. We’ll ignore it, because it’s respectful of each other’s dignity. It really is that simple. After all, I’ve been doing it for years. And though you may not have realized it, you’ve been doing that too, ignoring the noises of life - you just ignore what you know you aren’t supposed to hear. The lack of walls is just making you very conscious of it, that’s all.”

“Um, yeah, I guess so,” said Jim, thinking of overhearing his sister in the hospital.

“All right, toss that bottle out, and let’s watch a movie!”

The rest of the day passed, with the occasional chime from the computer instructing them when to eat or pump, and they went to bed after the last pumping session at midnight. Beverly told the house to turn the lights off, and worried a bit as she heard her children masturbate and found her nipples hardening and her sex growing damp. It had been a long time since she’d felt the slightest sexual impulse. Resolutely, she imagined walls up and tried to ignore the sounds.