Week Fourteen

SATURDAY JUNE-4

The rest of week thirteen passed quietly and so did a successful Friday night's bowling, but more of the weekend's thirteenth round of bowling at another time as more important events are taking place today and tomorrow.

A quick visit to the hospital allowed me to watch with mum, dad and Maddy, and Vikki and Julie as Maria and John made it out of bed for the twelfth time in a row before it was time for my nine o'clock two hour driving lesson and my eleven o'clock licence test.

Thank goodness for my two hour lesson, Ian put me through everything that would or even could happen to me in the test and asked me all of the questions he thought my tester would ask and even some he was sure he wouldn't. It was enough to help me relax and get me through the test. The questions were never going to be a problem, not with my ability to remember facts and figures and the law practically word for word. And when it came to the practical section all of Ian Morley's lessons and the time both my parents had devoted to taking me out in all conditions came to the fore when it began to rain. I passed with just one mistake, not making it obvious on one of the times I used the rear vision mirror to look behind.

Around thirty minutes after our return to our local Vic roads office I was walking out with my brand new three year provisional driving licence, fifteen minutes later he was dropping me off at the hospital. I went to their room but their was no sign of Maria, John or any family members. A nurse I didn't know was on duty and she informed that they were all in the rehab room near a piece of equipment I hadn't really noticed before. It was an adjustable table with a very unforgiving rubber surface and Charlotte Armitage was busy explaining that part of the purpose of the sit ups for John and my sister to get out of bed was so that Maria could make use of it to do what she has been so desperate to do for thirty four days.

" ... So you see Maria, with the help of this table, the back brace and the painful exercises we've put you through to get you from the bed to the wheelchair, sex should be possible. However," and she smiled, "that reward proviso remains. You will have to use the walking frame and take that initial first step, a step that requires you to move one foot forward before bringing the trailing foot up to join it."

Nobody had noticed me, they were all too busy listening to Charlotte and dividing their attention between her and the 'rewards table'. I decided that it was time to announce my arrival. "Well I should think that pretty much settles it then." Suddenly every eye turned my way, even Maria and John whose wheelchairs were turned my way... "If there's a fuck in it there's no way Maria is going to fail." Then I indicated Vikki's father. "Come to think of it I doubt that John here will accept failure either," I smiled. "Not when sex has become such a way of life."

"Well you're looking and sounding quite pleased with yourself," said my father as Vikki walked over, "does that mean what I think it does?"

My smile was all the answer they needed. And after I was roundly congratulated it was time for me to leave for my Saturday double stint in the Foxtel commentary box after promising Maria and John that I would be at the hospital all day for the first of their real rehabilitation sessions and the sex that would hopefully — definitely? — follow.

SUNDAY JUNE-5

It was family only for what we all hoped would be a special day. It began well too, after all there was never any doubt that John and Maria would make it out of bed, not when there was so much at stake. Those initial steps though, once we reached the rehab room with Gerald and Charlotte Armitage and Freddy her personal orderly, they were something else. Maria naturally insisted on going first.

Once Maria was raised to the upright position the parallel bars were adjusted to her height so that her wrists and forearms up near the crook of her elbow could be strapped in and she could try and take the obligatory step requested of her by Charlotte Armitage. She tried so hard too. I could see the pressure she was putting on her forearms, see how hard she was gripping the bar as the sweat began to pour off her, we all could. Try as Maria might though, and my brave and wonderful sister was trying with all her might, she just couldn't get her right foot to move even a single inch. Finally enough was enough, I moved between the bars and took my sister in my strong embrace and eased her onto the seat of the wheelchair.

Tears were now mixing with the perspiration as I wheeled Maria out of the way and watched Vikki's father position himself between the readjusted bars with the help of my father and Freddy. At first nothing happened and it looked as though John was going to fail as well but then with superior strength and determination his right foot moved. At first it was hardly noticeable, but then an inch became two became six and still John wasn't done. It took him nearly thirty minutes and every ounce of strength he possessed but finally that first half of the single step was completed and it was time to bring his left leg forward. That thirty minutes turned into seventy five as he completed the step by bringing his left foot forward to join his right which prompted Charlotte to produce a pad marked with columns indicating time in minutes for one step, two steps etc and the day number. Today, Sunday, was day number one.

As for Maria, she stopped feeling sorry for herself at the exact second John moved between the bars. Turning to Charlotte Armitage the second he completed that single step she said, "I know you made it a rule that we have to both make it to fuck," she indicated John, "but that aint fair to 'Daddy John'. It took him seventy five minutes and everything he had to make that one step. 'Charlie', you can't deprive him like that."

All eyes turned to Charlotte Armitage then, including mine. At first she said nothing, but then: "You're right of course." She walked over to Maria, bent forward slightly and kissed her on the forehead. "As if I could say no to the bravest girl I know."

Maria grinned and then giggled, even through the pain and heartbreak she must have been feeling. "So who's it gonna be 'Daddy John', who's gonna be the lucky slut?"

He pretended to glance between, mum, Julie, Vikki and even Charlotte who laughed when he fixed his eyes on her but we all knew who he would choose. "Vikki sweetheart," he said as the wheelchair was adjusted behind him so that he could drop down when the seat did, "can daddy fuck you?"

I watched her walk over to his wheelchair and wheel him over to the table which looked to be around knee high. "Oh daddy do you have to ask," she said as she set the mechanism of the chair in motion so that it could once again move him to the upright position. "But aren't you tired?" She grinned. "Aren't you ... er ... too fucked to fuck?"

"Are you kidding," he said as the edge of the table was adjusted to the back of his kneecaps while his wife removed his pyjamas, "you're doing the work, all I'm going to be doing is lying there."

"Just don't work too hard," laughed Charlotte Armitage as her husband and the orderly steadied him while she operated the switch that raised the table. "The surface of the table is designed for patients with the sort of injuries you and Maria have sustained but overly aggressive sex can cause problems."

"Oh I wouldn't worry," replied Vikki as she removed the two articles of clothing she had been wearing, "from the looks of my father," she indicated to where he was now lying on his back on the table and indicated 8½ of hard cock, "this won't take long."

It didn't either. Once the table was raised to it's normal height Vikki vaulted up, squatted either side of her father hips and waited until her mother grabbed her father's hard-on and lined it up with her pussy before lowering herself down and slotting every inch of his cock in her pussy.

"Ooh daddy," she giggled, "my cunt says thank you!"

"Thanks sweetie, so does my cock," and five minutes later both sets of genitals were expressing their thanks in a much more visible way.

"See," said Julie as she helped her daughter down and used a cloth to clean her husband up while Maddy cleaned up Vikki in the more traditional manner, with her tongue, "I told you it was a waste of time wearing your pyjamas."

"Yeah just like it was a waste of time me being wheeled in naked," grumbled Maria good-naturedly. She looked to her father who was kneeling in front of her patting a hand that rested on her knee. "Don't worry though daddy, I'm gonna keep coming in here naked and I'm gonna keep trying for that first step so that you can fuck me."

He took her hand and kissed it. "I don't doubt it for a second angel, you are a brave, gutsy, wonderful person, and you make your mother and I proud to be your parents. Sweetheart, we know that you'll make it."

"Your father's right Maria," said John who after being helped back into his chair had been wheeled over to Maria by a still naked Vikki, "we all know you'll make it." He smiled. "And one of these days it's going to be you and I up there on that table."

"Oooh," she said with a giggle that made me feel so much better, "now we've got to make it don't we."

And make it Maria did that evening. After watching her 'Daddy John' manage it seven minutes quicker then the morning she became more determined than ever. At first it looked like it was going to be a repeat of her earlier failure, but then we all saw just the barest movement of her left foot. It was barely an inch but it was enough for all of us to scream out 'GO MARIA GO!' AND 'YOU CAN DO IT!'.

Ninety agonising minutes later after Maria had stopped to rest on more than ten occasions and after she had repeatedly refused our attempts to have her give it away and try again in the morning my brave battling never-give-up sister finally managed to get her right foot alongside her left.

Charlotte was immediately by her side and kissing her lightly on the lips. "One hundred and seven minutes Maria, you are truly inspirational. 14-years-old and able to produce that sort of effort, strength, dedication and willpower." She looked backed to John who had being quietly cheering Maria for almost every single minute. "With the two of you feeding off each other I see both of you walking either aided or unaided, to me it's just a question of time."

One by one we all walked up to Maria and congratulated her after Freddy had assisted her with seating her naked body into the wheelchair. Once she was as comfortably settled as was possible in her condition we even had the cheek, at least as far as Maria was concerned, to try and talk her out of having sex with my father on the grounds that the effort to make that one step had taken so much out of her.

"Are you kidding," she said in between deep breaths as my mother gently towelled her down, "no way in the world am I missing out on daddy fucking me." She even managed a grin. "After all I just have to lie here don't I."

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and laughed. "Well you can't fault her logic can you. And we did promise, didn't we."

That was all my father needed to hear. He wheeled her towards the table where Vikki's father was already lying in wait for his second partner of the day. A quick adjustment of the table and an exhausted but determined Maria was soon out of her chair and upright with her back to the table. Assistance from Freddy and nurse Martha Patrick, who had appeared in the last few minutes, soon had Maria flat on her back on the table with her bottom level with its edge and her legs being held horizontal. When my father moved forward and stood at Maria's feet Freddy moved to the side and raised the table up to a height that would make it comfortable for my father to fuck Maria. Once it was in place I saw why Martha Patrick was in the room, her uniform had disappeared and she was positioning herself astride Vikki's father while my father, under the coaching of Charlotte Armitage, began to raise Maria's legs until her vagina was correctly aligned with his very erect penis.

It was quite something watching my normally aggressive father gently fuck Maria while Martha Patrick was equally gentle as she slid her pussy up and down the length of John's cock. It was as I was watching that Vikki took my hand in hers, leant close and whispered, "Watching this is making me so fucking horny. When we get home I want you to fuck me so hard you'll have to carry me to the shower, got it!"

"Yes ma'am," I said with a grin, "one four come fuck coming up."

I'd like to say that the twin reward session lasted awhile but with dad being so horny, Maria having gone without for so long and Martha Patrick's talented cunt being able to squeeze a quick climax from Vikki's father it lasted all of five minutes, five very satisfactory minutes as far as Maria was concerned.

Things were indeed a lot different for Vikki and I as I produced the promised four climaxes through a two and a half hour session that had the multi-orgasmic Vikki climaxing almost non-stop on my continuously hard cock before I carried her, as demanded, totally exhausted and well-fucked to the shower.

TUESDAY JUNE-7

I was in the make-up room watching a monitor showing Adam Wilson and Evelyn McMann going through their usual banter with their first guest. She was an actress who was doing the rounds of various television talk shows and a few of the more popular local FM stations talking up her new show, a drama that centered around the professional and private life of a forensic pathologist. The series was loosely based on the marvellous Patricia Cornwell character Kay Scarpetta and was entitled 'Cutting to the Chase' with the Gold Logie award winning Australian Actress Melissa McCann in the title roll of Gwendolyn Parsons. (Note: the Gold Logie is the number one award in the Australian television industry. And as far as I know Melissa McCann is a figment of my imagination).

I knew of the show and of its premise that would have its lead character switching from an ultra professional public life to an extremely dissolute private one that would often bring unwanted attention to both her and her office. Of course it attracted a question from Eve. "What would your character do, Melissa," she asked, "if confronted by our next guest naked instead of Terry George's (another Logie award winner from my imagination) naked body which, along with his erection, you will become very familiar with?"

She laughed heartily. "Well we've all seen him very much in the flesh, so I guess I would probably have to keep my screen daughter Georgia from getting her hands on him and his dick in her."

That was when the chant that had become synonymous with 'Adam and Eve Live' began to echo around the studio. " DARE ... DARE ... DARE ... DARE!!!" And so that chant went on for almost a full twenty seconds until finally Adam Wilson was able to get them quietened down.

Turning to Melissa McCann Adam Wilson smiled and said, "Melissa, do I need to tell you what the dare will entail? I mean we have all seen our next guest in action at the end of a bowling session as he used that magnificent erection on many of the female bowlers." She shook her head. "Okay, now for the big question. If he is agreeable and I don't have any doubt that he will be, do you accept the dare?"