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From: Michael Bakunin <pmbakunin@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} ;-)  Libba Part 1 (new) (fm, teen, inc, bond)
Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 01:10:01 -0400
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Part 1 is not the start of the multi-part tale, but an intro in the middle of
the yarn, with flashbacks later, out of sequence...prequels, Gawdelpus...

OBLIGATORY "DISCLAIMER" SCENE:  What follows is a smutty tale about 
siblings who deeply love each other, so totally that they screw each other 
silly at every opportunity. If this upsets you, or reading on will get either of
us persecuted by your (or my) regional Sex Police, go away instantly.

I won't give you the phoney rap about how this all really happened. Ninety-
nine percent of the time, that's a lie. To the extent that might be partially
true, I enjoyed every quivering instant. Further, deponent sayeth not.

The author requests respectful treatment for his work. He does, however, disdain
claiming copyright, since Property Is Theft, including intellectual property 
(falsely so-called). If that bit outrages you, well, it's true whether you 
believe it is or not. Don't waste your time in flaming replies. They will 
be uniformly ignored. How, you ask, can a person devote a life to Art 
without getting paid for it (i.e., becoming a whore) ? Go out and work for a
world in which that can happen.

Organize to Smash the State. End of sermonette.

Michael Bakunin 



LIBBA  Part 1       mf,teen, inc, receational bondage

"There it is again," I thought to myself...

Some people have a distinctive sound they unconsciously  make without 
even being aware of it, often enough that other people think to themselves, 
"there it is again". My sister Elizabeth was like that, but it didn't irritate
me.  Actually I grew rather fond of it, and looked forward to hearing her start
up.  In her case it was a breathy and intense little nasal whine she made, over
and over, only when we were fucking.

At the moment, I had her bent over a small but massive square hardwood 
work table out in Dad's wood shop, next to the garage. Libba's feet were 
planted  far apart as she sprawled face down across the table top, both 
hands gripping its edge near the far corners. She didn't have much choice 
in that pose: two lengths of clothesline cord lashed her ankles to the near 
table legs, and two more that I'd knotted around her wrists were made 
fast around the far side. We both kinda liked it that way...And hey--- when 
it's the first day of summer vacation, with nobody else around, you kind of 
want to let loose, y'know?

Elizabeth's light summer sun-dress, the kind most girls of fourteen liked to 
slouch about in, during the long vacation, was pulled up out of the way in 
back and tucked under the cloth belt at her waist.  Standing as I was, 
between her legs, with jeans and shorts down around my ankles,  I had a 
pleasant view of my younger sister's hard, melon-shaped buns. Her face 
was of course hidden, so all I could see from the slender neck on up was a 
longish cap of jet-black hair. Below Libba's hard-rubber butt-globes, 
at the junction of her coltish but nicely muscled thighs, my erection
disappeared from sight into her genital flesh. With both hands clasping my
sister's pointy hipbones, I humped energetically against Elizabeth's springy
bottom, penetrating the snug, hot barrel of her slippery vagina, over and 
over. God, it was so good.....Being an apprentice pervert, I loved glancing 
down between us to watch my gleaming wet hardness vanish into the slithery pink
folds of baby sister's private parts. (I was only sixteen, but at
that age, our two year age gap seemed like a generation.)

It was at that point that Libba started that repeating little whine of "Hnnnh, 
hnnnh, hnnnh", in synch with the nasty squishing sound that came from 
her adolescent sex-meat each time I grunted and shoved my cock into it. It 
had been a long time for both of us--- weeks--- so we were not in a subtle 
mood. When you're that horny, mounting your kid sister's bottom and 
sinking into the squeeze of a lubricated teenage cunt is how *I* spelled 
relief...

"Is it good, Libba?" I breathed. "I'm fucking my sweet, beautiful sister, and 
it has to be the best sex any guy ever had. Is it real good for you, too?"

Using the slack in her wrist ropes, Elizabeth managed to lift herself enough 
to lean on her elbows. "Unh HUUUUH...." she murmured. "Ah god, Buddy, 
this is so hot and nasty, and I love it so much. Your cock just keeps 
spreading me open so wide....filling me up so much."  She tilted her head 
back and gave a long, quivering sigh. "I love to feel it way up in me, all hard 
and hot. I get so turned on--- and then I think, 'Wo! I've actually got my big 
brother's penis in me!' and I get REALLY worked up." 

I took a half step forward and lunged with my hips until the hard-muscled 
plane of my belly squashed down the half-moons of Libba's perky butt. She 
gave a sharp little cry as my swollen hose  penetrated her utterly, the 
spongy dome of my cock-tip nuzzling against the neck of her uterus. I took 
advantage of her elbow pose to reach both hands under her uplifted trunk
and cup both hands over the perky mounds of my kid sister's tits.

"Oh yeaaaah", I stage-whispered. "Oh yeaaah, Libba, so nice. " I knew it 
aroused her when we talked dirty, since we didn't act like this in everyday 
life. By that point in our banned sibling embrace it was my natural idiom. 

"Oh yes, babe, so goood, yeah, all around me, way up in you. Got my whole 
dick pumping  in your wonderful tight cunt, Libba, so nice....Hot nasty 
incest with my lovely, wonderful  sister, yehhh...."I dug my fingers into 
hummocks of breast-flesh each the size of half a rather large orange. 
Clutching them  hard, I started  humping into  her with rapid short strokes 
that came out maybe three inches, and then squashed forcefully back into 
her cushy, gelid depths with that marvelous liquid sound, the natural music 
of fucking.

"Annnh! Annnnngh! Yes, Buddy, hard!" Elizabeth crooned. "Ooooh, you're 
the best brother in the whole world....yeah, do me nasty, fuck it way up in me
hard and don't stop!" She was huffing and whining, doing her adolescent,
athletic best  to squirm her hips back onto the short (I admit it) but  way
thick (built like a fireplug) stalk that was penetrating  her. I was glad to
honor her request...

Heavy as the table was across which I had Libba tied, my frenzied 
hunching did make it rock just a bit. I could feel the approach, still a ways 
off, of my inevitable climax.  Fluid pressure and attendant feelings of 
pleasure began to pool back behind my scrotum. I redoubled my efforts, 
slapping my belly  against my kid sister's ass and breathing hard.

"Take it, take it!" I growled between clenched teeth. "Ah jeez, Libba, take 
my hard cock, yeah...precious little Nubbin has such a comfy pussy, mmmm.." I
took both her distended nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave them a
sudden tugging twist, real hard. The result was unexpected but spectacular.
Elizabeth made a guttural wordless cry like a death-rattle, and her whole body
tensed and then thrashed like the onset of a grand mal seizure.  The Big O had
seized little Libba, a frenzied and overwhelming orgasm that made my sister's
tight vaginal tube wring my penis like a dishrag. The sap rose rapidly in me,
now...

"AH GAH CUUUUNNNHHH...", she bawled. I took it as a request from her to 
me.  Growling, all restraint gone, I clasped Libba's hipbones and rooted my 
turgid prick frantically into the steamy pudding of my sister's cunt. She 
gibbered and drooled, brain and body racked by an incredibly long hard 
come. Freeing one hand, I wet the index finger with her trickling vaginal 
juice and shoved the fingertip against the clenched rosebud of Libba's 
quivering anus. Twisting my wrist, I worked the finger halfway into my 
sister's rectum and shoved it in and out in a jerky rhythm. She shrieked, 
and her climax peaked all over again. I couldn't tell what she was saying to 
me, 'cause it seemed to be in ancient Assyrian or something.

All I could say was a demented, adolescent incestuous stream-of-
consciousness babble. "Oh Libba oh god fucking juicy sistercunt yeah 
good fucking, oh fuck, gonna come in you so hard Libba ah gahd here it comes 
Libba gonna come in my sister's hot slicky fuck-hole I love you ah Libba 
UUHHHHHNNNNGGHHH!" 

I'd known it was going to be good, but no way was I ready for what I got.  
That little pumping muscle midway between anus and penis clamped down 
hard, on that first burst that launches an orgasm. It was like  the 
triumphantly clenching fist of God In Person, raised in a victory gesture at 
the moment of final victory over Evil. It felt like a pint of my juice squirted 
out inside sweet Libba's hole in that first spasm. Every cell in my entire 
body was having its own separate climax all at once.....really, I swear even 
my hair and my toenails were coming....my eyelashes were getting off, I'm 
certain. A PET scan of my brain would have shown the damn limbic system 
lit up like  the national Christmas tree.

Libba yelped and then moaned as the first gushing burst of my hot, gooey 
semen rocketed at high pressure out the end of my jerking penis. Instantly 
it coated the  walls of her vagina  with  an oozing film of her brother's 
come, spread evenly by the shoving piston of meat that dispensed it. That 
first flood was followed by a succession of pulsing squirts so copious that,  
by the time my orgasm  twitched its last,  long ropy streams of runny white 
brother-seed were streaming down Libba's inner thighs. It was such a great 
come that  I almost blacked out from the brain-frying intensity.

Guys have it easy. A couple of minutes later, after we caught our breath 
and I put away the sash-cord for another day, basically all I had to do was 
pull up jeans 'n' jockeys, zip, and heave a sated sigh with a grin pasted on 
my face. My sister Elizabeth, in contrast, had some tidying to do. She 
briefly rubbed some minor rope-chafed spots, then hauled up the front of 
her sun-dress. "Oh, yikh!" she sighed ruefully, surveying the disaster zone 
below her navel.

I took a good look, because it was a neighborhood I loved to hang out in. 
She was a mess, all right. Pretty much all the visible skin gleamed with a 
film of clear fluid and cloudy, like giant snails had crawled across Libba's 
lower half while she slept. My fault AND hers. I'd have suspected a minor 
case of female ejaculation, except at sixteen I classed that rumor as urban 
legend, like the lady who dried her poodle in the microwave. Knowing what 
I do now, well,  I bored deep enough and rooted around so ferociously that 
I might have hit her G-spot through dumb luck. It's hard to tell, though. 
 From very early on (more on that later) my sister Elizabeth, a.k.a. Libba, 
a.k.a. Nubbin and other nicknames, lubricated so generously for her age, 
once she got really aroused, that  her occasional orgasmic gushes of fluid 
might just be a difference in degree....

I knelt and surveyed the territory, feigning concern for messiness as a 
cover for having a good  look. Her still-sparse dusting of dark pubic curls 
were matted flat against the intricate curvature of her vulva by a smeared 
mix of her sexual juices and mine.  I loved that pudgy albino fig that 
hugged my sister's underbelly ever since I first got a close-up look, years 
before. I knelt in admiration. Elizabeth's clitoris was still fully swollen and 
puffy, as it usually was for quite a while after our private couplings ended. 
What with the heated frenzy of our adolescent copulation, spiced by that 
extra quiver of smutty excitement that goes with the awareness of doing 
incest,  Libba's nubbin of pleasure (hence that nickname, Nubbin, though 
The Parents never guessed) was still big enough to hold her enfolding labia 
apart, and peek out between them. It looked to be about two-thirds the 
length and thickness of her little finger.....Tasty pink candy... 

Elizabeth  broke my obscene meditation on her apparatus with a peevish 
complaint: "Jeez Louise, Buddy, I am such a yukky mess. I mean, just 
look!"

I grinned. "Looks fine to me..."

She put on a disgusted look. "Ye gods, you are so twisted!"

I grinned bigger. "Of course I am. I wouldn't love screwing my sister as 
much as I do, if I wasn't seriously twisted."

"Veeeerry funny," Libba shot back, trying hard not to smile. " I'm glad you 
aren't grossed out, but really, look! "  She hiked up the bunched sun-dress 
higher. "See?  Between my belly button and  my feet,  all of your juice and 
mine together is plastered all over me, just about. I feel like a...a glazed
DONUT or something."

Libba shook her head tiredly. "Good grief, Buddy, I even have come on my 
darn socks! And I bet when I walk, my tennies will go squish...I'll have to 
do a load of laundry late this afternoon before They get home, every stitch 
either of us has on. And we both need to take a shower around then, too. "

"Why?"

"Heh-Looooo!    Because our clothes and our skins both smell like we've 
been up to just what we HAVE been up to. Maybe you like that funky sex 
smell--- and I can't say I totally hate it--- but it's a dead giveaway."

"Yeah", I said, nodding. "Mom and Dad may be utterly clueless about our...our 
sibling sex circus , but they're not so out of it that they forgot what fucking 
smells like.....But you said 'late this afternoon' . Since it's so important, 
why wait until then for a freakin' shower?"

Libba smiled archly, eyebrows aloft. "You disappoint me, elder bro. Here it 
is the first day of summer vacation, with months of having the house to 
ourselves, five days a week, all day long...A day to celebrate.... "

She affected a mock pout of dismay. "So on a big day like this, why shower 
before it's even lunch time? Surely you don't plan on fucking me just 
ONCE?"

Score one for the little heartbreaker with the raven-dark hair.......

END PART ONE

La Lutta Continua....

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