WHEN I WAS 11 YEARS OLD i lost my right hand playing around in my fathers basement,he had this black and decker saw machine that obviuosly i wasn't allowed to touch much less was i or my little sister permitted down there...wood based particles and machine oil caused a severe infection and my hand had to be amputated and after three days in the hospital i returned home.my mind often played tricks on me thinking that i could still pick up things in my room though the stump on my wrist actually took time to adjust to doing everyday chores,the kids in school would often stare and even my parents would tell me to wear long sleeved shirts to cover my arm.strangely people on the street,trains and bus would also turn to stare especially the woman and girls in my school and it wasn't until i had entered the store one day to buy some candy and fruit juice for me and my sister that i realized why everyone stared when the store owner and his wife laughed and told me that my girlfriend which was actually my little 9 year old sister must be a happy little girl as they stared at my arm.though i didn't know much about sex i used to play around with my sister while watching wrestling or gymnastics on tv trying to imitate what they were doing and get her mad by doing stupid shit like poking my finger up the back of her panties or pulling them down while laughing and telling her she smelled like a fish.the store owner and his wife who were puerto ricans told me if i put my arm up on the counter and let his wife touch it they would let me have the candy and fruit juice for free but my sister reminded me about what my parents said to never let anyone touch us so i told them no and left with my sister.we told our parents but my father said i better get used to it because woman and girls were going to stare which was strange because my mother and sister always did also so i asked my dad why and he looked at my mother who just kept laughing.my dad kind of smiled but didn't look at me asking my sister if she wanted to sleep in another room contrary to the one we shared which made my mother laughed even more though she pretended to punch my father on his arm.later that afternoon when my mother and sister went out to buy groceries in the super market my father came to my room to ask me if i didn't find something strange or peculiar about my severed hand telling me to look at it like a kind of blessing because when i grew up some girl was going to love my arm.when i looked at my arm it was like a whole new world had just been discovered and told my father if girls wanted to look at it that way then why should i go around long sleeve shirts but he just laughed.the next few days i went to school i watched the girls who openly stared at my arm but couldn't understand why they were too nervous or shy to talk with me so i started to play around with my sister late at night when we were alone in our bedroom.i'd tell her to go on and touch my arm but she don't want to because it looked kind of like she was touching a boy where she shouldn't but when i go turn off the lights and come back to where she standing between our beds i tell her now she don't have to go seeing what it look like.she put her hands all up and down the stump to my elbow asking me more than she should why i want a girl be touching me like she doing but she stay there like maybe five minutes talking about some man she saw peeing behind a tree when she waiting for the bus with mama.i ask my sister how that got anything to do with my arm and she just shrug her shoulders saying she just think they look the same but she can't be sure because mama kept telling her to don't be staring at no man who isn't her husband.we go on back to our beds but my sister don't stop talking and asking me if she could touch it again tomorrow but i tell her maybe i'll get myself a girlfriend who can touch it like she do...though i didn't find me a girlfriend right away i'd turn off the lights sometimes and pretend my sister was my girlfriend,then one day while we wee playing around out in the living room i accidentally picked her up the wrong way to body slam her onto a play mat we had on the floor,she fell sideways with the entire crotch of her panties pushed up into her vagina and because girls get wet down there the stump of my arm had a small smear of her female stuff.she looked up at me but didn't say anything yet that night in our bedroom with the lights off she touched my arm in a way that felt different stroking it up and down and putting it between her legs.i apologized telling her that i didn't mean to let her fall on the mat the way she did then the next few days i went downstairs to visit mr.amers who knew more about girls and sex telling him that a girl from school liked to touch my arm and after describing the accident while playing on the mat and how she touches it differently he laughed telling me i better keep that girl and get my arm to be the best boyfriend she ever had...he told me to get some good lotion the kind that make a girl pussy soft and willing to get my arm up in her telling me i was lucky to have two ways to keep my girlfriend happy.then one night i took my little sister just like mr.amers had instructed and despite a momentary pain of having lost her virginity my sister pretty much stop asking questions.i had used one of her mild gentle soaps with my spit to get my arm stroking nicely up in her then did the same when i got my penis to join us,my sister liked it so much i had thought of telling mr.amers who my girlfriend really was so that i could take her down to his apartment and show him how we often played in our bedroom with the lights off but didn't dare because he might not like the stuff i was doing with my little sister and tell our parents...true story