Pears And Other Fruit, Tales of the Device

By Peggy Buxton

Vicky Rivera never expected to fall in love with Robert. Brothers and Sisters are not supposed to do things like that. Each had married and divorced, and were using an oft discussed trip in an RV to rebuild their friendship. Weight gain resulted in a classic pear shaped body. She did not know Robert lusted after such bodies. She did not know she would meet a lady missing a leg.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Jul 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311332172

Peggy Buxton

Author, wife, lover, and amputee. I have been missing my left leg for years. Growing up I felt that it should not be there, and it is has been a blessing to have it gone. Today's term for this condition is BIID and in the past simply referred to as being a 'wannabe'. I am a full-time crutch user. Like my husband, I find amputees fascinating. 'Devotee' is the frequently used term. My stories have characters that mirror my life in some manner - wanted/needed to be an amputee or want to live with an amputee. I make no apology for my descriptions of these people and there is no intent to take away from the suffering of some amputees. I love feedback on the stories, but I cannot promise to reply.

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

I sat on the beach near the water's edge, leaning back on both elbows, staring past my slightly chubby belly, at the single foot beyond the thicker thigh. I don't know how or why I had gotten here in my life. I do not mind having one leg, or even being a larger woman. I had gone through many phases and changes along the way, some not socially acceptable such as the months I lived and slept with my brother. Much of that is behind me now. If I had not been with Robert, then I would not have met Monica, then Glenda, and so on. Things would have been very different. I am truly in love with Rhett Denny.

Great day, Vicky, Angie, one of my best friends, said.

I need to explain.

Chapter 2 - RV Trip

My brother, Robert Rivera and I had become friends again after failed marriages and relationships and other things that life throws at you. For the past few months we had just casually done things together - going to movies, dinners, drinks at a local bar. I was surprised how easy it was.

I was just past forty, and my former marriage had not been good to either me or my body. I had gained thirty pounds. Then, John took up with an even heavier woman. That was a year ago, and I had not been able to lose the weight, and dates were scarce.

Robert and I had been discussing renting an RV and traveling for a few weeks, just driving with no particular place to go. Just seeing the sights. At first, it was just a drunken comment that had been tossed out. I don't even remember who said it. It was repeated enough over the following days that it started to sound like a sober and reasonable idea. Now, we had been on the road for two days.

Nice ass, Vicky, Robert said.

Wore this one just for you, I replied, slowing as the trail grew more difficult. It felt good for someone to take an interest in my body even if it were my older brother, though only by a few years. You still seeing....

Nah, he said, Judy found a younger man with more money.

Sorry to hear.

We sat on a large flat rock and looked at the valley with a wide river flowing though it. The day started cool but was now quite warm. My back was drenched in sweat. Wet circles in my tee shirt surrounded my breasts. I could feel Robert staring, though he tried to not be obvious.

Anyone for you? he said, then sipped from a water bottle.

Nothing I'd tell anyone about. I groaned.

I pulled a foot up near my hip so I could lean my chin against my knee. A canoe floated downstream, two older women paddling slowly. I had a few women friends, just friends. One was a committed lesbian, the other probably still a virgin. They were younger by a few years and made good companions for dinner or nights at a bar.

Think they are together? Robert said, looking at the canoe.

That'd be sweet. Why, do you want to watch? I laughed.

Might be fun.

Sometimes I think people of the same gender are easier to be with.

Sis, have you....

Nah. I just find I can talk to other women easier than most men...present company excluded.

Thanks. I tend to agree.

Would you date a man? I shifted my position, stretched my legs out, crossed them at the ankle, leaned back on both hands.

I did, just one, and just for a few weeks. I wanted to know what it was like. It helped me clear up some issues.

Did you, ah, suck him? I looked closer at Robert with a smirk across my face.

Uh-huh. We even fucked each other in the ass, just saying so you won't wonder. He chuckled.

I have a friend that is a lesbian. She'd been after me to sleep with her. I finally gave in. I was surprised how nice it was, but I still prefer men.

I did not understand why the conversation had turned sexual, and even seemed comfortable. There had been plenty of chances in the twenty years since finishing at the university, when we were alone and that had not happened. Even now that we had renewed our friendship this was new.

Do any of the men at work come on to you? Robert said.

Had one looking under my skirt a few times. I laughed.

Bet you had your knees parted too much.

Not the first time. I chuckled.

Dirty old broad.

Who are you calling old?

Sis, we are not getting younger. Wiser, but not younger.

I looked again and could no longer see the canoe. I thought about Janis and the few times we slept together. There had been conversations with other straight women I knew about if they would be with another woman. Only one had said they might. I figured they were just afraid they would like it enough to leave their husbands or boyfriends.

Just one man? I said.

Uh-huh. It just happened, and my curiosity was resolved.

How did you like sucking cock?

Sis, you never cease to surprise me. He chuckled. At least I now know what my girlfriends get out of that. He chuckled again.

A mouth full of come. I laughed. Yummy.

Robert stood, and I followed him back along the trail to the parking lot where the RV was parked. It was not the first day of our trip, but was the first morning of a drive through a national park with a variety of landscapes and trails.

An elderly couple stood by another RV, watching us walk across the parking lot. Both appeared to have stopped working a decade ago.

You and your wife have a good hike? the woman said.

We just got here, the man said. What's a good trail?

I found it interesting that she had assumed we might be married. Maybe to her, all male and female pairs are naturally married. I pointed out to the trail we had hiked, and told them that it was pretty easy for the first few miles, then became difficult, and there were some lovely views along the way.

The woman went inside and returned with a day-pack slung over one shoulder. They wished us well and walked in the direction we had just come from.

Think they still have sex? Robert said. Maybe they are brother and sister.

Just as likely they are both transgendered. I chuckled.

How old will you be when you lose interest?

Hundred and forty. I smiled.

Robert started the RV while I looked at the map. The next trailhead was five miles up the road and promised more valley views. Little was said until we parked again.

Maybe they are swingers, I said.

Uh-huh. And all the old farts in the trailer park line up for her. What's her favorite position and how many guys at once?

That's rude, don't you think?

I guess you're right. She's probably very good in bed, and he has a ten-inch cock.

Like you know what that would look like. I laughed.

I'll have you know I have a respectable cock.

I made a gesture with my thumb and forefinger showing a short distance between the tips. He scolded me then we both laughed.

What are the odds they are blood related? I said.

Better than you'd expect...if you believe all the fiction about such stuff.

That's just in white-trash trailer parks in the Appalachians.

Hardly.

Did you ever lust over Mother? I said.

No.

Whew. I made a mock wave over my forehead. How about Granny? I laughed.

We refilled the water bottles, retied our hiking boots, and walked to the sign at the trailhead. This was a level easy, and the prior was more difficult. I was happy because the other had felt like we were climbing Mt. Everest. A group of four men neared, said hello, then continued to an SUV several spaces from ours.

Gay? I said.

Like I'm suddenly an expert. Robert laughed. Two of them looked at you. Now is your chance for some group sex.

Wouldn't my brother defend my honor?

Hmm. I think I'd just watch. He laughed.

I slugged him on the shoulder and walked ahead.

Now there's the view I like.

I swished my bottom the next few steps. In your dreams.

We passed small groups of hikers finishing their walk. Most said something pleasant, a few said nothing and looked near death. Robert was walking in front. I enjoyed the view the way he had when I was in front. I watched which hikers received his attention. I expected it to be the younger, more attractive women. I was surprised when he stared at two larger women. Either one would make me think that I was quite skinny. It was all in the hips, their chests nearly flat, their waist narrow. They wore hiking shorts showing off thick thighs and slim lower legs. Where had the interest come from, and since when?

Pears, he muttered just loud enough I could almost make out the word in the wind blowing from behind us.

I knew about body shapes, and how some women cultivated a pear-shaped body with exaggerated hips, slim waists, and thick thighs. It was not just a black booty ass, though for some that was a good start. I even had known a similarly shaped white lady, Carmen who found it exciting and had a steady line of boyfriends, all slim and buff. She had even posed for a glamor photographer and made quite a bit of money selling pictures on various websites dedicated to admirers.

Robert looked back, not to look at me, but the two women. I slowed, turned, and looked myself. Neither was as pretty as Carmen. In the world of pears, she was prized. If she had any lesbian tendencies, I would have jumped at the chance to be with her. She wasn't, and that was before I gave into my curiosity about women. Robert did not know about Carmen, at least my friendship with her. Maybe he had a collection of pictures. Maybe even some of her.

With a little work, I could have a pear body. I was lucky my excess weight went in the right places and not my stomach. I had no inkling that Robert was into pears. Some pears were north of two-hundred, even closer to three with thighs as big as my waist, and still there were men lusting over them. Was Robert one of them? A nice pear was not necessarily large, or fat.

What? I finally said, unable to contain my curiosity in his interest.

Nothing.

It was the perfect dismissal, a simple way to hide and deflect his obvious interest. Some guys are into redheads, others ultra huge breasts, and there was no shame in that because so many others shared the interest. He could have been into disabled women. I did not think he was. No, Robert was probably into pear-shaped women, and there was nothing to be a shamed about that, not in my book. I let it slide for now.

The trail climbed slightly, nothing remotely like the other. We came to a rock outcropping with a view, so we found a flat one to sit on. My hips and thighs were the same as before, but I caught him looking. Last time it was my damp breasts leaving circles in the fabric, and before he had complemented on my hips. My breasts were small enough I did not need to wear a bra and rarely did. I enjoyed the way they felt, swinging softly with each step.

Carmen had helped me come to terms I could live with about my weight gain, even if most men would not be interested. I weighed north of one-eighty. What did they expect for a woman in her forties - a rail-thin-twig? I had tried and given up losing the thirty pounds, or even more. All that happened was an ever spreading pelvis and thickening thighs.

Sweat soaked my tee shirt. The gentle breeze made me feel cool. Robert looked up the trail, probably hoping for more pears as if it were common to find any. In my experience, and Carmen's, most women tended to be apples - bigger middle than the hips. True pears were rare. Carmen knew many. It helped she was one, and the men that lusted over her knew plenty. I unfastened my water bottle from my belt and drank several mouthfuls, stopped and gulped more.

Two more women walked by, both slender, and Robert ignored them, instead looking at me.

Sis, when did you become so beautiful?

Are you just horny or blind? I chuckled. I need to lose some weight.

I don't think so.

Last time I checked I was pushing...none of your business. That's another five in a month...and all in my thighs.

Nice, he muttered.

What's come over you? I grinned.

Nothing.

Out with it. All morning you've been...you've been lusting.

Those skin-tight short, short, hiking pants just make you that much prettier.

Now, I know you've lost your mind. We should find a crazy-home for you.

Okay, okay. Honest, you are the loveliest lady I've seen for many months.

I'm your sister, if you've forgotten.

Doesn't stop me from enjoying the view.

Not like I get many lookers these days. I sighed.

Fools. They just don't appreciate you the way I do.

Tell me more.

Of course, I knew exactly what attracted him, and it was the same as for the two pears. I was thankful he did not know Carmen. It had been nearly a year since I visited her.

The small waist contrasts nicely with the larger hips...your thighs....

Thunder thighs, you mean.

Hardly. Maybe you didn't know you are many men's fantasy. Robert actually licked his lips like he was ready to eat a fine meal. You're mine.

I'm a fat slob.

No, no, don't say that, please. You could gain more and be that much better.

It all goes to my hips and thighs.

Oh, yeah-h, he drawled in a slow moan.

That's disgusting.

Tell me why. He shifted the position to face me. You wouldn't say that if I were ogling a redhead or some chick with huge hooters.

At least my hips and thighs aren't riddled with cellulite. I chuckled. That's something.

Some guys are into that, you know.

Geez, bunch of perverts. I already knew all about the interest because Carmen knew a very large pear with plenty of it, and had her own following. Next you'll be wanting me to have cellulite injections.

No, I'm not into that. He grinned. Maybe another ten...twenty pounds would be good. He grinned again, rubbed his upper, inner thigh.

I expected him to pull his erection out and masturbate. He did not. I thought it might happen soon. My nipples now were making peaks in the fabric. I thought from the sweat, but maybe I was aroused.

Is that all? Why not fifty?

Sure, if you would. That'd be fantastic.

What's the largest woman you've been with? God, Robert...what's next, that she didn't have any...legs?

Gotta have thighs. He laughed. No, not into amputee ladies. I like mine fully limbed.

Good. I shook my head. Pears, huh. What about just fat ladies?

Nah. Pears.