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Subject: {ASSM} ManStory: Part2
Date: Sun,  8 Jul 2001 21:10:03 -0400
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This story is copyright PMH and shouldn't be ripped off. Got it? Ok, with
that said, please email me and let me know what you think about the story.
Also email me if you want to reproduce this work anywhere. Thanks.
DancingSatyr@excite.com
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MANSTORY
For in the beginning there was nothing...then God created Adam
written and dreamt by: PMH

I had to run all the way back to my flat, which is quite a long way from the
office, and when I got there I was out of breath completely. I rushed in,
still giddy and excited. I rummaged through my old chest at the bottom of my
closet and then I found it. As I brought the little box out of my chest I
heard my sister behind me, "Now, now brother. You know that there are only
so many of those in this world or any other. Do you really want to go and be
givin' that to some little..." the contempt in her voice was obvious,
"...some little..."

"Not now Sis, I'm really busy! Just go off back to the meadows or where ever
you've been hanging out and sod off!" I said impatiently. 

"Oh, so that's how you're goin' ta treat me?" She said, playfully annoyed.
She slinked off the bed and came round behind me and I flicked open the
locks on the box. We both squinted against the light that came from within
and I could feel her excitement over seeing them again. I was just as
excited but tried to control myself. It isn't a good idea to let your
emotions get control of you when handling these. I lifted one from the box
and my sister leaned ever closer, her cheek pressed against mine, pressing
into me to see the little thing. Then I dropped it in a little gift box and
closed the lid and that was that.

"Why are you chasing after that little thing anyway?" My sister said
spitefully.

"Listen, if all you are going to do is come in here and mess with me and
give me grief, then you can just piss off. I've got to get back to work
anyway." I said casually. But as always my sister doesn't show up without a
purpose. She ran her small hands around my waist and pressed her face
against my back and moaned softly as she said, "I just came to warn you."

"Warn me of what?"

"That you are in danger." She said almost dreamily. Her hands had now moved
down and were slowly trying to unbutton my jeans. I brushed her hands away
and she laughed. Then I asked, "Danger from what?"

"Oh you know what. Don't act so damn innocent. Do you really think that you
could just fuck off to the other side of the world and pretend that they
can't find you?" Now she was annoyed, but still her hands slid down to my
buttons again and this time I didn't stop her.

I stood there thinking about what she had said and wondering how I was going
to get the fuck out of this one!? My sister's hands moved down across my
erection and she traced her fingers lazily up and down the length of me. As
she teased my cock, I tried to figure out what I would do about them? How
was I going to be able to continue working and trying to see Harriet if they
were out there? They would make sure that I didn't have any semblance of a
normal life as long as they knew where I was. I tried to stay angry, but my
sister had now moved around me and was kneeling in front of me, trying to
pull my jeans down and get my cock out where she could play with it.

"You know, if you came back home with me and lived the life you are supposed
to live, I could make you happy."

She had both her lovely little hands wrapped around my cock and she smiled
up at me as she stroked it up and down and looked dreamily into my eyes. I
felt every sense of alienation wash away as I looked into her eyes and
slowly my passion for Harriet and my desire to keep up this internship and
all that I had worked so hard for, just faded like a dream. Now there was
only my sisters beautiful face, so sweet, so happy, so...

"Damn it! I can't believe you would do that!!" I yelled, shaking my head
from side to side to break the spell she had over me.

"Oh bloody hell!" She yelled back, still holding onto my cock but now not so
gently.

"What did you try to go do that for? Fucking hell, sis, now it's going to
take me hours to get my head straight again!"

I could feel her still working on my head the same way she was working on my
still throbbing cock. My damn cock was working against me too! I felt like
there was nothing I could do but get out of there as quickly as possible. I
grabbed my sister under the arms and lifted her up. She gave out a little,
"Oooooo" and smiled as I turned and threw her down into a cushion and pile
of pillows.

"Ohhh, I love it when you're forceful! So dominant and aggressive and
powerful, why don't you show me your true self?"

As she fell against the bed her little silky, spiderweb of a dress fell off
her shoulder. A very small, very white little breast was now exposed. Her
small, round, dark little nipple was hard and inviting and I knew that her
little spell was still working on me. After all, I had seen that nipple a
thousand times and her breasts weren't much bigger now than they were when
we were children. "You aren't going to seduce me right now. You know as much
as I do that this isn't going to work. Now go back home before I have to
call Mom."

"You wouldn't dare!" She said surprised at my gall, my anger! However, she
could also tell I was dead serious and was ready to go to that kind of
length to make sure that this worked out. Then I saw her face change and
smooth over. Her near perfect features relaxed and she made no effort to
lift the dress back up to cover her proud, erect nipple. In fact, the other
side of her dress had started to fall and I could now see the slightest hint
of her other nipple as well. 

"Why are you smiling?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing. Just that if you call Mama, then I'll tell her what you are
really doing here!"

"What do you mean?" I said, trying to bluff her, knowing full well that it's
impossible to bluff a twin.

"Oh, you know what I mean. You told her you were coming here to find an old
relative and talk about the marriage. You know full well she would skin you
alive if she found out why you were really here." 

Then she slithered out of the dress as easily as a morning glory bloom
opening to sunshine and she stood pressing her little knees together and
curling her hands in front of her. She looked all of 16 even though she is
much, much older and despite my anger at her, I felt my cock rise to full
attention. She noticed, but said nothing. The room seemed to darken a little
and I smelled the smell of fresh honeysuckle. I breathed in deeply and
almost from somewhere in a dream I said, "This isn't fair, you know you are
more powerful than I am." Then from behind a thousand miles of ocean waves,
I heard her say, "Yes, I know."

Her soft full lips pressed against mine and I pressed my tongue into her
mouth. Suddenly I was surrounded by lavish sheets of silk and my sister was
over me. Her small body was completely nude now and she rubbed herself
against my hard dick, pressing down so that her soft downy bush rubbed
against me. She was the most beautiful girl in perhaps all the known worlds
and her problem was that she knew it. Our marriage was pre-arranged and
destined and even though she had accepted it and claimed love for me, I knew
that I would never be able to love her in that way. After all, she is my
sister.
My cock brought me back to reality, or what passed for reality when my
sister was around, and I felt her soft wet little pussy slowly sliding up
and down the length of my cock. I wanted to be inside her now, my cock
begged to be inside her and I was so eager to know the feeling of her warm
sticky wetness again, like I had so many, many times before. After all, her
pussy was made for my cock as assuredly as my cock was made for her pussy.
As my hard dick slowly slid down inside her, she smiled, self assured that
she had won. She closed her eyes and I kept mine open. I loved to watch her
on top of me and I loved to look at her beautiful little face as I felt her
pussy squeeze around the length of my hardness. It was the oddest sensation,
a bit like her pussy knew exactly how to suck at me until I was so hard I
was ready to burst and then she would release and let my cock slid in and
out again.

"You know I'm still going to see Harriet today." I said defiantly, but
softly.

She placed her finger to my lips and she arched her back so that her soft
little supple nipple touched my lips. I opened my mouth and took her hard
nipple inside, sucking deeply until I tasted her sweet honey nectar. The
deeper I sucked, the more of the sweet little fluid came out and the more it
made me passive and relaxed. As always, she now had control and my mind
fought to think of Harriet, but my sister is the stronger and the smarter of
the two of us. My mother made sure that she would be, and no matter how the
men of my family try, there is nothing we can do in the face of the women of
our tribe. In the end my sister would have me and she knew it and I knew it.
Eventually I would have to go back home and I would have to leave Harriet. I
also knew my sister loved me, as a girl loves her puppy. Just like a girl
with her puppy, she would give me my fantasy as long as I was good to her.
So I let myself get lost in the incestual love embrace that we were engaged
in and I pushed my cock deeper inside her. She moaned and threw her head
back, her mouth open and gasping for air. Like I said, my cock was made for
her pussy as much as her pussy was made for me. She was so warm and soft
inside that I knew I was going to cum soon. She was close as well, that was
always one of the most predictable things about having sex with my sister.
We always came together.

She started to cry out at the same time that I felt my cock start to release
it's warm flow inside her. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue darting in my
mouth and our breaths mingled until it was unclear who was breathing for
who. Her body shook and her sweat was intoxicating and sweet. No flower
could ever be as soft and beautiful as my sister and her body was like a
silky rose pedal laying softly on top of me. She wiggled around on my now
softening cock, moaning and purring like a little kitten and I felt the warm
fluids of our cum start to leak and flow over my dick. She kissed me again
and licked my ear and I felt my cock start to try to stir again. She jumped
up and looked down and said, "Oh my, I did go overboard with my spell,
didn't I?"

"God, you are so beautiful and soft, why don't I want to be with you
forever?!" I heard myself say.

"Oh, now you are starting to make me sick!" she said annoyed.

"But it's true, you are every..."

"Oh shut it! Will you? I shouldn't have hit you so hard with it. You know I
love you much more when you are resisting me."

She sprung off me and I pulled myself up, watching her little body fall back
onto the bed, "Here! I know, Remember your little Harriet! Your little
simple english girl, that you think is so damn wonderful!" She said.

She was backing away from me now, trying to keep me from holding her. My
body kept after her, but then the light from the window returned and my
simple bed linens surrounded me again and I saw my sister sliding into her
silky dress again.
"What...what did you do to me?" I asked holding my throbbing head.

"Oh, now don't act like it was all me. You know that if you really didn't
want to, you could resist me any time you want to." She said as she pulled
the straps of her dress over her small creamy white breasts. The dress
covered her body only in as much as you wanted to believe it covered, but in
fact it was like there was small mist that kept you from seeing her small
breasts and tiny little waist.

"And you know that you are full of shit." I said.

We both smiled at each other and she kissed me on the lips again and I felt
my body relax. Her power over me not yet fully relinquished. But then I
looked at the clock and realized that I would be lucky if I didn't get fired
and so I kissed my sister good-bye and rushed out the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She called from my bedroom.

I ran back in, took the little gift box from her hands, and watched as she
slowly swung her delicate little legs off the bed and stood up. I turned and
looked one more time, watching her fix her hair back into the braids that
are her trade mark. The sun light from my window made her already
transparent dress completely see through and the outline of her slender body
was too beautiful for words. She turned and looked at me from over her
shoulder and as she fastened a clip around her hair she smiled.
There are men who have lost their lives over her smile and had I not been
her twin brother, I suppose I would have lost mine too, a long time ago. I
smiled back and realized that I loved my sister more than anything in this
world, but still I had to leave, I had to know if I could love another. I
had to know if Harriet is the one?

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